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On Chasing Pussy…

Believe me when I tell you I can write an encyclopedia on the subject of “chasing pussy” not because I’ve done a lot of it, but because I like to study people. It’s somewhat of a way to entertain my mind with instead of just turning it off when need be. Since I live in a Latin American country then, there are plenty of social interactions for me to dissect and look into their entrails and by far, the most interesting ones to me are the ones that men and women engage in. Panama is a melting pot of cultures, yes, but in terms of how men and women interact this place is incredible.

I’ve always been discrete about the women I get involved with because my mom is a very classy lady who taught me that boasting about how many women you’ve fucked, dropping names and what not is for insecure Neanderthals who compensate their shortcomings as men with the biggest cars and an unhealthy obsession for contact sports. By proxy she also taught me the women who fall for men like that are clueless trolls who, if left unchecked can be easily attracted by waving a bright light in front of them. I’m inclined to believe my mom on both accounts.

It’s interesting then when I interact with people and the subject of who I’ve been with (or not) comes up. As with many things they come to assumptions and I love it because it makes it much easier for me to “read” and know how to treat them: for example, the people who think I’m a womanizer/smooth operator/”dog” are intriguing because, since I never drop names of the women who co-star in my stories (both here and live) then that means that other people inform them. I’ve heard stories about me with girls I’ve never met in my life. Then there’s the people who, since they never see me with a “girlfriend” assume that I am gay. This is especially intriguing for me because  that would imply that in order to be a “man” in their eyes I have to be parading a girl around like she’s my trophy… like Neanderthal, if you will. Mom’s wisdom takes the forefront and I lose interest in them at the drop of a hat.

Not caring is a tool I use often, and in the interest of chasing women it’s something I really wear out. I’m not gonna drop all my dirty tricks in this entry, but I will say that it has helped me a lot. Everybody wants attention; everybody wants to be attractive or desireable, and depending on the society we live in some attributes work more than others. Now, I know what I have and don’t have and I fall in line with “The Game” in the interest of fun, but something rather particular happens in Panama: in here, the “game” is kind of like “Logan’s Run:” a deathmatch.

The only games I like to play seriously are of the video kind. I’ve never liked competing with another guy (or guys) for one piece of ass, no matter how delicious it might look due to the principle of there being so many girls out there that going for just one is kind of silly. Of course, if you have real feelings for her and think there’s something more than just casual humping (past the “getting to know you” stage that varies, depending on the person) then I encourage you to get that shiet, but if that’s not what’s going on I don’t see why I should bust my ass for someone and be frustrated if I don’t get picked. If it’s a game, and we’re just playing it’s a great challenge and I like that very much.

Look, if you’re a girl who wants me, if you play around with me the same way a cat plays with the mouse before eating it then please do, by all means. I love that, specially since I do the same thing all the time. But getting cocky and parading other guys around like you’re Madonna, giving this air of “I don’t need you” will make me do the exact same thing to you. Any man with self-respect should not grovel over some girl, any girl, especially when the world is populated by more women than men. You don’t see cats playing with two or three mice. All of that multitasking is stupid. Savior that one prey.

This is not a jungle. I don’t have to kill deer with my paws and teeth nor do I have to beat my chest or show off my feathers if I want to score some tail. This is not the Amazonian jungle, and I’m not a mountain lion (I’m a Leo, though). I’m a smartass who cares very little of what you might think of him. I’ll chase your pussy, and by Baby Jesus are you gonna love when I get to it, but don’t be cocky parading other men in front of me. If you don’t want me that bad then I don’t see why I should put the same effort. Self-respect, dear reader. As an aside, this approach has helped me tremendously because every girl I’ve ever gone out with past a one-night stand is smart, beautiful and fun. There’s a reason why I can say I go out with them: it’s because I can’t help going back to them.

Just sayin’.

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