Reading at other places. And other things.

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At Helen's, I read about a guy who is frustrated with online dating, at one or more spots (details... bleh).  Something about women seeming to want liberal men.  Women are liberal, to a degree every politician who voted for the 19th amendment counted upon.  And they think they want liberal men, until they realize why men who are liberal, are liberal.  One of the big reasons is so they can continue dealing with women as they do, which is exactly what women who are trying to get serious or are serious about marriage don't want.  Now, try to explain this to a woman, try to expand it, and she often won't understand at all, not until, and only maybe then, the mechanisms of modern liberalism have pretty much trashed her and sent her on her way.  The reason liberalism likes to say women are equal isn't because it believes that, but because then women are much more available for... casual use, even abuse.  One would think this would eventually affect even single women's perceptions, but until those are focused elsewhere by an actual family, maybe that isn't possible.  Even then sometimes it doesn't work.  But, that isn't the point.

In real life, I give absolute feedback to liberalism when faced with it.  Whether it is a mugger, a bureaucrat, or a typical woman, I face it, square off, and make no bones that... if continued, the attack will end up hurting, but not me.  You know what?  I rarely have a problem after that.  Women come around or go away, bureaucrats have bosses and some healthy understandings of physics and angry giants, and muggers just meander on, looking for another type of their own liberal kind.  Heck, my last woman-type was a self-avowed feminist, at first.  Now?  Not with someone to point out where that fails and her own experiences in reality helping to clarify things.  She is still coming more my direction, years after our affair ended and then even later we parted, further being parted by several states now.  She still holds onto feminism, but not as a truth, merely as the only flotation device she has in an angry sea, partially of her own (as she now realizes) making.  The problem for this guy is he can't give feedback online.  Or can he?

You know, online dating just isn't my thing.  I have given it a jab, a time or two, but if for nothing else my target women simply lived too far away, if that isn't the only reason.  You see, women might seem really picky, but that is because they are a minority of the sexes thus at a premium, and because they don't know what the heck they are talking about in the first place.  The whole notion that a woman is more in touch with her feelings is bunk.  What the truth is, is that she is more comfortable expressing something for no actual reason other than that she feels like it.  That's not being in touch with your feelings.  Still, I think I could advise this fellow... assuming he is actually conservative.  What I would do is, find a sample of women who would, in theory, from those available, work.  I would then, simply, begin communications.  I wouldn't be forceful about the subject, or even in fact bring it up.  If asked I would state things simply.  I would proceed as if I was having a conversation with the woman.  I think he would be surprised, if he is actually conservative and not a butt-munch metrosexual.  Though that he is whining, I have... some doubts.

I know, some guys really are a bit busy to try to track down a wife.  Then again, and part of my problem, is future wives don't just congregate at the bookstore at, say, 9:00 am every Saturday, or something.  Seriously.  But they need to learn that listening to a woman about what she wants in a man is like listening to what a child says they want to eat.  Yeah, no.  Cakes for breakfast?  Ice-cream for lunch?  Chocolate bars for dinner?  Yeah, again, no.  If the woman is actually serious, and not just playing, she will note the right chords being struck at the right times.  Most women, not of their own accord but through marriage and children, do become much more conservative, if married to a conservative.  It might take some time, but it will happen... minus that she will always think that because she is weaker she is better, somehow.  When they have something they aren't willing to negotiate about, they understand ownership... to a degree... a bit better... and why "sharing", socialism, 'yours-is-mine-ism', and such, won't fly.  They also get over some of their inherent (and initially required) vanity (a baby does that), they get over defeatism (a thing engendered by the historic notion that being raped is better than being dead, which for millennia was the simple way of things, and still is in many of the asshat places of the world) when they want to bear the child of only one man.  Things change, a woman changes, when she is attached to a good man.

Oh, I did call my lady friend tonight.  We have been playing phone-tag for a bit.  But this time I got her.  I call, she said, at the worst possible times!  I truly love that woman.  She honestly cheers me up with such things.  It means I still have 'the touch'.  It seems they had an ice storm, and so she is going to drive to work early, and slowly, which means while the timing of my call was good, the circumstances weren't.  Still, for cheering me up, I let her off the hook, possibly to continue our game of phone-tag.  I bet I could even tell where her nipples were, during the call.  If the phone had bot-arms, I could have hit the buttons, on the dot.  That, too, annoyed her.  Hey, it was better than playing with a pencil and string!

Dinner arrived, and it was good.  My machine seems to be having a problem, but that seems to be a common problem.  I'll do a bit of research on that tonight.  Some piece, a cotter pin of some type, seems to have broken.  But the frame actually has a compartment just for those pieces, if I didn't have any in it (yet).  As well, I think I will look over the parting out of a hog tonight, again, and try and make more sense of it.  When looking things up, it is better to do so before the brain turns to mush.  No, I wasn't drinking...  I do that quite rarely, if I mean to fix that too.  It's just, as the mind begins to lean toward sleep, it becomes data teflon.  Data just doesn't stick.

Later, though most likely good night.