A Primer on Women
written from the standpoint of the Vast Majority of Women

The easiest way to get me to leave a relationship is to, by whatever means, make
me feel cheap.  That can be achieved in a number of ways.  Such as ignoring me. 
(btw, I don't like writing or leaving more than 2-3 unanswered messages.  Even
if it's just a one-line acknowledgement, that will usually serve to avert
danger)  This will lead first to me creating excuses for why this is happening,
ie, you're busy, it's just my imagination, etc, and I'll leave a note or two. 
If the imperception continues, I will eventually start wondering what the
problem is, if I did something wrong and I'll try harder to establish contact. 
After this is the major danger point.  Here is where speculation sets in. 
'Maybe he's taking me for granted.  Maybe he doesn't want to talk to me.  Maybe
he's tired of me.  Maybe he doesn't want me anymore.   Maybe he thinks I'm
hounding him.  Maybe I *am* throwing myself at him.  Maybe he thinks I was easy
to get.  Maybe I was?'  And this is where all hell breaks loose.  First step
from there is the 'Fine.  I'll stop pestering him.  He can come begging next
time, I'll not speak again until he speaks first.'  then, as that's setting in,
the longer I wait for a response, the more p.o.'ed I'll get, until by the time
he does respond, I'm so ticked that he can't figure out what's wrong.  But woe
betide he who fails to note something *is* wrong.  Once is not usually trouble. 
Trouble is when it becomes a cyclical habit.  I have to know I mean something,
and not just when I'm standing there in person.  I have to know that out of
sight isn't out of mind and heart.  And every so often I need a little bit more
than a monosyllabic answer.  No road is complete without a counter-flow.  I
honestly want to know what's going on out there.  When I care, I care about the
whole person and their whole life.  'I'm fine, they're fine, he/she/it's fine
doesn't cut it unless you're doing grammer conjugations.  I can't be bought, but
I can be won.  And it's really a simple matter to keep me living on dreams with
a fluttering heart.  A few words here and there.  The unexpected small things. 
Large things usually make me uncomfortable, but little things capture my
admittedly over-romantic soul.  I live in visions, but I know reality.  I am
firmly rooted, but that tiny sprinkle of stardust transforms anything.  I don't
want to only live in dreams though.  I need to feel useful, as though my
presence makes a difference for the better.  otherwise there's no point to my
being there.  I can stand on the sidelines and watch appreciatively, but one
cannot appreciate what one doesn't understand.  I want to understand everything.
 Teach me what you know and I don't.  And never ask for 'help' when all you want
is an empty-headed awestruck audience.  I refuse to be mindless, and I refuse to
apologize for thinking.  Don't feel threatened by me.  I am secure in myself,
you should be too.
 

Personal Space

Watch where you stand.  Don't intrude where uninvited.  Don't poke through my
stuff, don't act like my life is a book that you're entitled to read.  Keep your
hands off me, I don't like it when ppl I don't/barely/casually know touch me




The Dance

It's hard not to get taken in by the Game, to see the forest *rather* than the
trees.  The Dance is a beautiful thing, but it can be very hurtful.  To enter
the Dance is too easily done flippantly, out of the joy of life and the
exhileration of the hunt.  I am too much of a predator not to be lured by the
challenge.  The egotistical attitude I've developed over the years is actually a
defense mechanism *against* entering the Game.  After all, having determined
that I can get any guy I set my mind to getting and some without thinking about
it, there's no point in 'seeing if I could'.  Instead of wondering that when I
meet some guy, instead I can tell myself, 'Yes, of course, but do you really
want to?'  Instead of doubting me, I doubt them.  And that's how it should be. 
I can make any man a smitten of mine, but only if I'm willing to take the
necessary steps to.  99% of the time, those steps involve changing myself to fit
some external mold.  It's fun to be a shapechanger, but it's not fun to be
locked into only one form and that a foreign one.  So it's not worth it anymore.
 Yes, I could, but I don't need to.  I am myself, and it is enough.  One analogy
that always comes to mind is walking through a garden, looking at souls.  Lean
forward, take a closer look at one that intrigues you, but beware, lest your
touch loosens it from the sheltering branch.  Upon that happening, you have to
choices, let it fall, or catch it.  Beware lest you choose poorly.  What was
fascinating from a distance usually isn't up close.