when i was young i couldn't understand women at all, or what they wanted, and due to my experience with my insane mother and less insane sisters i felt that women were all inherently crazy and liable to go off at a moment's notice, not desiring anything but the craving to satiate their hunger for social conflict and anything that facilitated social positioning. when i moved out at 19 the healing process began but i still couldn't get laid and ended up losing my virginity to a hooker when i was 23 or so. i never had any female friends except for one or two acquaintances from high school whom i didn't really hang out with much because i was a hikki. anyway, im basically a completely different person now many years later and ive had short lived relationships with 3 women. now my trauma is healed and i perceive women in a healthy way. im a good conversationalist, and i can be funny, and i have a good attitude, and i smell okay, and i dress well, and i have an ok job so naturally i get my fair share of female attention now. would i call myself a player? well, in practice, no. however, experiencing first hand the "guts" of women as a child has led to peculiar insights as an adult. what women present to us no longer baffles me because i can see the engine that motivates all the games they play. i know what women like now, and as a result i play that game with them and tend to lead them on even when i dont mean to. i have high standards even though im not particularly physically attractive because many women just tend to approach me or try to make conversation when im minding my own business, even women much younger than me tend to crush on me in the right circumstances. so i guess i am somewhat of a player in some ways. i reject most women because even though i find them good enough to sleep with i dont want to hurt them, and i would rather wait for the right one. that's just my personal experience as a son of a single mother who never remarried.
Older women when they get vulnerable are the cutest thing ever
>>733104What the fuck is with the belly button?