chasing windmills: the six part vsb guide to keeping a woman happy

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to dream the impossible dream
to fight the unbeatable foe
to bear with unbearable sorrow
to run where the brave dare not go

to right the unrightable wrong
to love pure and chaste from afar
to try when your arms are too weary
to reach the unreachable star

–don quixote, “the man of la mancha”

although “happiness” and “woman” mix like bathtub water and live toasters, i’ve decided today to dig into my wealthy warchest of wisdom to try and take a stab at exactly what a man can do to keep his chick happy even though its really not anyones job to actually make another human being who’s not their underage offspring happy. enjoy

1. be optimistic…always

“for women, reproduction is, if not the only thing, certainly the main thing. apart from giving them a very different attitude to filth and embarrassment, it also imbues them with the kind of seriousness and solemnity at which men can only goggle. ”

—christopher hitchens (“why women aren’t funny“)

in summary: a man in a relationship needs to be excessively optimistic in order to balance her inherently misanthropic ass out.

for this reason, pessimistic men aren’t able to maintain happy relationships. sh*t, after witnessing what child birth does to a vagina, only a true optimist would stay around and willingly have sex again after that.

2. freely flatter

regardless of how confident and self-aware she might seem to be, most women are completely neurotic when it comes to their looks.

with this in mind, regardless of whether she prefers the sparkling adjective (“you’re beautiful, babe”), the matter-of-fact attentiveness (“did i ever tell you that you have the sexiest legs?”), the descriptive hyperbole (“damn, girl. that dress make yo booty look like a big ass bucket of chicken gravy”), the confusingly backhanded (“wow, honey. dinner was great. if would have been even better if you were prettier“), or the aggressively urgent bluntness (“i need to f*ck you…right now”) they need to be regularly reminded in some way that you still find them physically and sexually attractive.

3. brag.

they’ll never admit it, but every woman, despite whatever rad-fem post-womanist leanings they’ll claim, secretly desires to be a trophy showpiece, a dark-brown skinned blue ribbon their man makes a personal edict to boast, gloat, and brag about like he won the powerball.

4. listen and sh*t

not to every word, of course. duh. i said make her happy…not kill yourself. but, do try to make an effort to pay attention to 35-55 percent of what she says and she’ll be gayer than christmas morning

5. occasionally say no for no apparent reason, and refuse to explain yourself

example:

“honey, when you go to the store, can you pick up some wheat bread?”

“no.”

“huh?”

“nope”

“ummm. ok. do you want some head?”

this throws them through loops, and makes you seem more unpredictable, assertive, demonstrative and mysterious than you really are. chicks love safe loops and sh*t. it reminds them of cedar point

6. protect the paint

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every great ball team has had an enforcer, a charles oakley or rick mahorn who had everyone’s back with the implied notion that they wouldn’t hesitate to f*ck you up if you were too rough with his teammates. nothing makes a woman happier than knowing that her paint is protected, and nothing induces unprompted morning bj’s better than a concrete “i got yo back” assurance.

so, vsb…am i right or am i right?

—the champ

Brotha’s Gonna Work It Out.

One of the main premises that’s arisen out of the myriad discussions that have occurred here at VSB.com is this:

Men and women just plain out view things differently.

I’ve long contended that the major reason that men and women butt heads so much is that men and women refuse to acknowledge the fact that we’ll never truly understand why we each do the things we do. Women think men are complex and men think that men are simple.

Men think that women are irrationally emotional and women think that women are only responding to the energy that men bring forth. It’s a tangled web we weave.

It’s like we eat because we’re fat. But we’re fat because we can’t stop eating. It’s a vicious cycle.

One interesting place where these differences arise that I, as a man, can’t really comprehend why the difference occurs is here:

When dating, men look for ass first and end up finding meaning with a woman. Women on the other hand look for meaning from the beginning and get surprised when men tend to be the very jackass that their daddy (if he was even there) told them to avoid. What this basically means is that women are always hoping for the best and probably hopeless romantics. But the problem with always hoping for the best is that there’s another half to that equation, and the two equal up to life. The second half is to prepare for the worst.

So when many women seem to be enthusiastically miffed the f*ck up by a man who only wants to see her naked, I’m genuinely surprised. Especially since every single woman I know believes that men just want to see them in their skivvies anyway. Yet somehow, even the most practical and pragmatic women is honestly shocked, dismayed, and disappointed when a cat she had high hopes for shows his ass as the South Street Slut Sleeper.

Now of course, I tend to believe that at their core, women are better people than men. Women operate on feelings and warm and fuzzy places. And men, well, we like warm and fuzzy places. Attached to legs. It isn’t that men aren’t good people, it’s just we’re more animally instinctual. We like to pounce on things and women make such fun things to pounce on. Grr.

Now there’s probably a good reason for the difference in women’s attitudes towards dating et al. Women are socialized to be more passive and to basically not be whores – which is good. Being a whore seems like it’d totally suck.

Um, no pun intended.

But the thing is that I think we men have it right when it comes to choosing our mates. We get all the whorishness out of our system and then decide its time to settle down and get us a wife and make a family. Most women just look for the first thing smoking instead of giving themselves the opportunity to fully explore themselves and let their soul glow.

They don’t let it shine through.

I understand why women seek out a husband first and then start dating, but I don’t really get it. Mostly because I know good and doggone well that as a man, it seems like there’s just too much to do before you get married.

But maybe it’s not for me to really understand anyway. Maybe that’s the beauty that is women. All full of hopes and dreams and belief in men allowing for the continuation of the species.

Good thing I’m a man then…since you’re hopes and dreams ensure that a brotha’s gonna get a chance to work it out.

And isn’t that what it’s really all about anyway?

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST