I'm making trouble again!
I don't think you can smell it, as such, but you certainly can sense it. Our sense of smell goes further, deeper than we imagine. We smell in stereo, of course, but that's not it. It's pheromones, tiny scented molecules which sometimes, for weeks on end, and with no casual circumstance or rhythm I can deduce, come gushing out of my temples and other significant areas like freight trains. Or maybe, Solar Winds.
Everyone wants to have sex with me! I can't even go shopping without getting chatted up, given the eye, that smile, whatever. It's ridiculous, and sure makes my celibacy vow more than occasionally challenging!
I like a challenge. Probably even more than sex*
, and as everyone knows (even if they don't directly experience this), sex is an amazing experience. Last week, a good and loving friend of mine said to me (on watching some checkout girl go all wobbly when I only said "Thanks")
"You're mad! You could have any girl on the planet, and you chose to have none!"
She's right about the second bit, but I'm not mad.
Not so long ago, I discovered that there is in fact, a science to chatting up girls. I mean, I always knew it was
a science, but I didn't realise that there was an actual living, breathing science in evolution, right now!
The art of seduction is on da web! Dig it! I spent a good two hours at that seduction site, soaking up the data. chuckling, mostly, but having a lot of fun. I did
pick up a couple of things!
We've all so much to learn. I might join up, contribute some new stuff.
At this point in the blog, and all without the use of CAPITAL LETTERS, oops, I have managed to convince all new corzblog readers that I, a) have an uncontrollable ego, b) am as arrogant as is the day is long, and c) live in an utter fantasy world. Pretty good for four wee paragraphs, huh?
of course, regular readers already know these things
You can believe what you like, but the truth is, we are all so damned attention starved, that even the slightest, merest grain of the stuff cast in our direction, will ignite a sluagh
of interesting biological, emotional, and intellectual processes. At this point, the average human being is prone to manipulation of almost every shape and form. Thankfully I noticed this when I was still a child, and I've been refining my techniques pretty much ever since.
They haven't quite realised the importance of "the attention thing" over at el seduction world, although it's between the lines of much of the site's content. No, I'm not giving you the link, if this stuff interests you, there's clues enough here to get you on the yellow brick road. have fun!
But how did I come across such a place?
Well, at a party one night, I was accused of being a practitioner of NLP! Rather than admit to the guy that I didn't have a clue what NLP was, I chuckled, said "we'll talk about this another time", winked, and Googled the following morning. Neo Linguistic Programming. Interesting stuff. "Yeah, I do that", I remember thinking, on reading much of the material.
There are lots of behavioural type sciences on the go right now, mostly in their infancy, attempting to decipher the codes of being human. Our mind. (I poke fun at most of them in this very blog, in a sort of round-robbin fashion) It's fascinating stuff, and if you have the time to study, and more importantly, put into practice, the principles of NLP and seduction, psycology, etc, etc, there's no doubt you could bed any babe on the planet, regardless of your height, weight, finances, looks, or any of that crap.
Mostly it's about the sexual state, and I was delighted to see one of the site's regulars had pin-pointed this crucial element, and focused his own practice on this dimension of human nature. More importantly, it's about getting *her* into a sexual state, and that's where the science bit comes in.
We are sexual beings, clearly designed for it. I've see enough anthropology to understand that humans are basically sex-machines, built and moulded for Pleasure. For instance, human breasts impede
the act of feeding; wrong shape for a decent milker; check all the other primates for proof. Flat tit, long nipple, happy baby monkey.
Naturally, it was more important that breasts looked and felt good, more pleasurable for men
, mating partners, and potential
mating partners. Calling it "survival" is a tad simplistic. A cleavage, often accentuated by clever clothing, by no "mistake", or "coincidence", is an almost perfect buttock-mimic, exactly resembling the age-old "take me now big boy!" posture of a human female showing her rump to a male..
reproduced without permission from Desmond Morris' "MANWATCHING", published by Triad Granada.
And the penis, it doesn't need to be so big! All the other primates get by just fine with a much smaller "manhood". And the exact purpose of a clitoris? ... P-l-e-a-s-u-r-e. I rest my case.
Not that you need to show a man your ass, or even mimic it, to let him know you're interested in mating, nothing like it. The most subtle signals alert the sensitive individual. And this is where the trouble starts, at least for me; you see, I know ALL the signs!
okay, okay, there'll be stuff I don't know, but the thing is, I already know too much! And as soon as I sense these signals, I find it almost impossible to not get into a sexual state myself.
And then the ball's rolling. And I'm doing them too, and initially I don't even realise it, and if I didn't exert some sort of control over the caveman inside me at this very point, or pretty fucking soon, I'd be in bed within the hour, every hour!
(I sighed just there)
I like to flirt. So maybe it's me
starting all this stuff, maybe if I weren't launching these particles willy-nilly into my environment, the poor females could get on with their daily tasks without my chemical interruption. sorry.
But I suspect they enjoy it too. I know they do. And the promise, or even the idea of some exciting new potential mate, at the deepest and most instinctive level, is thrilling to us. Before all the body-language and eye dances begin, we are communicating at a chemical
level; I send signals out, other signals come back. simple.
I can smell it, and I can hear a singing clitoris from a half mile, too. It's just something I've always been tuned-in to, and the way they smile, the eyes, it says it all. When I'm out, I watch guys with girls utterly in their thrall, and the guys don't even see it! And they flunder off to the next target, and so it goes..
I rarely go to clubs these days, feeling so embarrassed for the males of my species, and their primitive ploys, but what to do? No way I'm letting all the local guys into my delicious secrets, preferring to be the undisputed alpha male Absolutely Everywhere I gO! Well, okay, I drop the odd tidbit.
But now there's a science
, and it's "out there" for the common understanding. Hey, it's not so bad to tell you distant folks a few juicy factoids, choice nuggets; catalyze fruitful trains of thought, perhaps. But soon all my neighbours are gonna know! and they'll practice! And the golden age of available babes will be over!
So maybe this vow of celibacy has lasted quite long enough, I've gotten everything I need from it, I think. I understand the power now, the mystical exchange, how that simple act alters everything in two people. It takes months to recover, you know, to be free of it, and even condoms wouldn't completely negate the impact, I guess.
There's so much to know, about almost everything, for all of us. I'm a beginner, thirsty for deeper knowings. It saddens me that from Hollywood, the only hint of truth so far about the sexual act came from the mouth of a deranged female about to commit suicide driving her car clean off a bridge. (Vanilla Sky, I've not seen the original) It would be good to hear it from a sane person. If this has already happened, and you saw it, mail me! But I don't think it has. Certainly not here!
Who would take that responsibility?
And after that, could we
? Could we open ourselves to the possibility that the sexual act creates a real spiritual bond with our lover, and at least accept there will be a temporary emotional and intellectual alteration in our own nature, that we have in some way changed, in sympathy with our partner, nomatter how fleeting.
Could we even possibly begin to comprehend the non-physical elements of semen and the magical juices of the Yoni. Unlikely.
We'd have a lot less promiscuous sex, for starters. And we'd be Very Careful about who we slept with, their state of mind and mental health. We'd insist on getting to know them, and we wouldn't jump into bed with them until we were certain of a deep and mutual love. These days, we're all so busy trying to have fun with our bodies, that finding someone to have sex with you has become about the easiest thing the world; we're all so fucking gagging for it.
And that's why this sort of knowledge probably won't catch on for a very long time indeed, even the information. We'd have to take responsibility for ourselves, and for our actions. We'd have to make commitments to partners. We'd have to, by sheer dint of reason and logic in understanding the consequences of careless sexual actions, Stop sleeping around, and Stop committing adultery. We'd have to leave the cavemen in us behind and seek higher things. And I don't think, on the whole, we're ready for that. Maybe I am. Or maybe I need to go sleep with a dozen babes, and then
It's all good. I see the way. I'm cool if my neighbours learn the mysteries of female seduction (only a fraction would ever put the principles into practice, even if they knew them), at least it's a step in the right direction; and sure can't hurt their self-confidence, you know, understanding women.
I won't have to worry about the "competition"; while they're deciphering body-language and following eye motion, "eliciting values" and neg-hitting, I will simply breath in slowly, and locate willing females by scent. The rest is all easy, and sooo natural.
ps.. I'm told that the new PayPal button make my toolbar look slightly "skewiff" in Camino (OS X). Now, it's highly uncharacteristic of me, as you know, and I really don't know why this is, but I don't give a shit; I gave up on Camino a long time ago. Anyway, my mac's dead, so I don't see it!
okay, maybe not more than sex, but you get the idea. anyway, a good challenge can last for weeks, which sex rarely does.