A Critical Mistake Men Make All the Time When Selecting a Companion

You call her. The phone rings and she picks up.  ”Where did you see my details?”

You reply: “I don’t remember…”

While some people are still talking about the effects of the worldwide recession, there’re heaps of others who don’t seem to care about how they spend their money.   And since I seem to have brushed past a fair number of these types, their collective carelessness has been good for one thing – inspiring me to write these words for the benefit of those who read them.   

Although these types are mostly under the age of 35 [which is not my category of interest], I feel that they too would deserve better than they get – and could get better if they knew how to work for it.  I’ve already touched on this topic in one of my posts below, but will dedicate this one to this single point:

always select your companion carefully.

Obvious? Yes, to some.   But how do the rest get into that nonperceptive trance?   I believe impatience, desperation, frustration, exhaustion, resignation, or even various combinations thereof are at the core.  When their urges hit and they’re home alone, their thinking will go into the ‘world must fall into my lap right this minute’ mode.  So they surf from site to site, dial a few numbers, ask the same question at all times, and just wait to see who will respond…  Have YOU also ever been guilty of this?   Well, it’s human nature, right?  That’s what these individuals tell you.  They call it “fun”, but little do they realize that…

…the danger of this brainwashed approachis that in 99% of cases they’ll come across an equally brainwashed provider who will only care about the ATM in them and treat them exactly as they deserve to be treated.   The trap begins here, because they’ll pay huge amounts of money for an awkward, shallow, soulless, clinical, restrictive, cold, and harsh atmosphere full of pregnant pauses and meaningless moves.  Then they’ll part on “never again” terms and a few days later will repeat the process…

Time flies, no one’s getting younger, and years go by without notice, uncompromisingly cutting away from the precious time we have on this planet…  So how is that fun? Wouldn’t it be more fun if they found the right person to share their moments with?   One who was classy, a visual treat, kind, friendly, good conversationalist, didn’t rush the date, or even spend it on the phone or in the bathroom for the most part, didn’t stink of cigarettes, alcohol, or chips and ketchup, or go through their pockets while they were in the bathroom?  One who wouldn’t inhibit every other move during the core part of their time together?  One who would realize their craziest fantasies with an unconditional smile on her face?

I guess you know the answer. Yet, there’re more men who don’t even remember where they saw my details than there are those who do.  If THIS is the case, what message are they giving me?  What are they in it for?  What do they expect from me if they go into a union not even knowing who they’re talking to?  Aren’t they scared of being ripped off?  Aren’t they bothered about the recession?  Are they treating me as an object, yet expect me to treat them as human beings?  Isn’t it high time each and every one of us started reverting this soulless process of ripping acts of intimacy into tiny commercial pieces back to nice, relaxing, and fulfilling wholes?

Yes, I’ve aimed this article mainly at the lower grades of the industry [because that's where this happens most prolifically], but am simultaneously convinced that there’s plenty of room for improvement in the higher rungs of the market too.   If all those who are in my circle of friends and followers can have been selective about who they wish to invest their precious resources in, so can you – if you’re one of those men who needs to learn this lesson of being selective at this time in his life.