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No sex tonight

I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so
much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have
never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.

FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into
bed.

Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says “I don’t feel
like it, I just want you to hold me.”

I said “WHAT??!! What was that?!”

So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear…
“You’re just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me
to satisfy your physical needs as a man.” She responded to my puzzled look
by saying, “Can’t you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in
the bedroom?”

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.

The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with
her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big
unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on
several different very expensive outfits. She couldn’t decide which one to
take so I told her we’d just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to
compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We
went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond
earrings. Let me tell you…she was so excited. She must have thought I was
one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because
she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn’t even know how to play
tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, “That’s fine, honey.”
She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.
Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, “I think this is all
dear, let’s go to the cashier.”

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, “No honey, I don’t feel
like it.”

Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled
“WHAT?”

I then said “honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You’re
just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy
your shopping needs as a woman.” And just when she had this look like she
was going to kill me, I added, “Why can’t you just love me for who I am and
not for the things I buy you?”

Apparently I’m not having sex tonight either.

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Once I decided I had had enough of ‘HER’ games, so as we went to bed I told her I would treat her exactly how she treated me.

I woke up at 6.30am on a Monday and did the following (more events transpired in the day but the keys ones are what I listed - as I was so petty I dont have enough time to write them all):
1. Turned on lights and Radio, opened balcony door let in freezing cold air.
2. Made breakfast and came and ate it noisily sitting on the bed while she attempted to sleep.
2.b. Finished the milk
3. Opened about 270 bags loudly looking for some piece of paper that I should have organised the night before, making that typical woman noise tuh haah (sucking tongue from front teeth almost lick a click with an angry frustrated breath out afterwards.)
4. Got ready in bathroom loudly - door open.
5. Slammed doors.
6. Spoke to her while she attempted to sleep demanding she tell me where is my bit of paper that I need? Cos if I can’t find it, it must have been her, right?
7. Left my clothes, dishes and toiletry mess in the bedroom and hallway and bathroom floor, then demanded that she clean up hers.
8. Placed my my “house shoes, 1 small sports bag, house pants and a comfortable t-shirt” on the bedroom chair for later when i get home to change into and demanded she remove all items of clothing from the room, while she still attempted to sleep.
9. Called her a selfish asshole cos she ignored me while trying to sleep.
10. Called my parents loudly before going to work.
11. When she got up I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door for 20 minutes. Making her almost burst her bladder and piss her pants. Ignoring her complaints about needing to go and saying, F off, when Im in here you can wait. Left the bathroom with a smug look on my face.
12. Demanded that the dishes get washed before I leave, and that I wanted to see her do them. (I do all the clothes washing and ironing for the people who think I’m sexist.)
13. Made sure to repeat that she do the dishes at least 7 times during the course of the morning.
14. Went into the bathroom again for 15 minutes for no apparent reason, blocking her attempts to get ready. Also refusing to answer the door and let her in, once again claiming that in is in and she can wait.
15. When she went in the bathroom I ate 1 of the 2 toasts she made. When she complained I gave her the cutsie smile she gives me.
16. Told her we are visiting my friends Friday, no choice she’s coming and had better be nice. (She does this to me about her parents).
17. Blamed her for something that she didn’t or couldn’t have possibly done. I act angry about it cos it’s important to me and she is so insensitive to such things.
18. I cancel a planned outing due to me just not feeling right, that I’ve been feeling icky and I’m sure that if I go I will get a tummy ache.
19. She is so furious right about now and I tell her that I am disappointed in her attitude and leave the house without giving her a chance to answer or even say goodbye to her.
20. On the way to work I send her an SMS and say “I thought you were different”.
21. I do not answer her 5 calls or 3 SMS’s.
22. She is there when I get home. I give her the silent treatment for the whole night, but act super friendly on the phone when a friend rings. Then back to cold treatment.
23. I go to bed without a word.
24. She goes to bed and tries to cuddle (obviously she is confused or hurt). I push her away and tell her not to touch me.
25. She cries and tries to get attention.
26. At this point I get up and turn on the light.
I said in a cool voice much like a scientist explaining his results to a class about what I had did and why. I reminded her of what I had said the night before - she had mostly forgotten that.
She is fiery and EXTREMELY defensive so she breaks into a tirade of abuse and the F**** YOU and how could you and the im not that bad and the blah blah blah.
I ended up moving out to a friends. 4 days later she begged me to come home.
Things changed after that.
Slowly slipping back though, might have to give her another reminder.

This is how she reacted to less than 24 hours treatment of what I received on a daily basis for over 4 years.

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Knowledge=Work/Time (Substitute based on #2)
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10 Rules For Dating My Daughter

The title says it all.

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early”

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make
you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool.
Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight.
Places where there is darkness.
Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness.
Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat.
Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay.
Hockey games are okay.
Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car-there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.






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