“That’s man talk” kind of sums it up, rather than voicing her opinion, and proving to all the world she is an airhead, she keeps her own counsel, and is content, merely being in your company.

One of those you can refer to as “my bitch” and mean it in a complimentary way rather than a derogatory way.

AWALT, but far far closer to the NAWALT end of the scale, which can actually make them more dangerous, like raising a bear at home from a cub and thinking it is a tame domesticated animal.

thx for sharing

When I was in my twenties, in the mid eighties, the very night I had gotten kicked out of my apartment, I met a waitress/beautician who liked the little chocolate hearts I had left instead of a tip for my cup of coffee at the all night diner I killed about three hours in. Somehow she knew I had no money and she bought me dinner.

She was cute, skinny, smiley, and obviously dumb as a plank. Later that night, on her way home from work she saw me sitting inside an all night doughnut place and came in and invited me to come with her “just to have a place to stay.”

This was all before the pua industry, so as amazing as it seems, I somehow took the hint and knew what to do. Spent about a month there enjoying sex, spa treatments like facials and pedicures (just for practice), playing football on the beach, and spending her money.

Had never been with such a dumb one before, and felt kind of guilty about it because it never occurred to me that she was perfectly happy smiling at me and looking after me. Would invite male friends over and we would take over her living room and talk shit. I actually even felt kind of guilty not including her in things in her house, eating her food, etc, but when I would try to include her in things, her sitting there in the corner of her own living room, she would just wave it away saying, smiling, “that’s men talk.”

I felt back then like I was somehow taking advantage of her, like we weren’t equals, soulmates, and so on, but man there was something about that girl, how freely she gave of herself, how happy she was just to see me happy, it was almost like there was this aura of sensuality you could feel about three inches before you actually touched her. I had been conditioned somehow to feel I needed a relationship with a girl at least as smart as me or smarter, so, since I am stupid and it was different than I what I was used to, I ended it.

She fit in neither of your categories of boner killers, but still airheaded for days, and I am not saying she was NAWALT or anything, since it was only one month before I broke it off, and who knows what would have happened with a little duration. She more fit into your third category, the cattle, but the thing of the thing wass:

She was happy being cattle. She was happy with her job (making me happy.) Have never come across any one like her since. It is possible she would have been okay. The airheadedness was fine, it was the absence of any sort of arrogance or hysterical empowerment that made the whole thing work.

If I had stayed any longer I probably would have gone the education route with her too. Sigh. It feels like there is some big truth right in front of us we just aren’t seeing.

Fuck’n hell, I’m as bad as she is.

x+3^n …

When I first started teaching, I started seeing patterns everywhere. Too many hours at algebra/calculus drives you a little bit crazy.

Yes. Knowledge is power!

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