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Book Of Woman

August 24, 2005 by  
Filed under Tips & Tricks

A guy who goes by the handle "Deep Dish" has a pretty long but interesting post up about the psychology/mentality of women he calls the "Book Of Woman."  It’s a pretty interesting post if you’re into concepts of how women fit into society and stuff like that.  Here’s a little exerpt:

Deep Dish writes:
“Men commit actions; women commit gestures. – Phyllis Chesler”

Women read into signs because illegal it is for her to drive; tossing
hints because for her to throw would be uncivilized. Rather than ask
you out, she flirts with you and asks what you’re doing later, or
presses her breasts up against you.

“Women are all bought in the market – from the ***** to the
Princess. The price alone is different, and the highest price, in money
or rank, obtains the woman.”

When you ask her out, she runs late night off to the telephone and
chats incessantly with her friends. There was at least once when I saw
a woman (whom I had briefly dated) with a few friends and those friends
pointed me out to her, now consider I had never seen those friends in
my entire life. The girl must have at some point, while we were briefly
getting together, sent in her friends to spy on me, to check out what a
catch was I.

She uses her friends to retrieve information; Are you single? Do you
like anyone?; and other times to show off, case in point the last
paragraph.

Her friends influence her decision of your value, which partly is why
it’s said you’re not dating her, you’re dating everyone; why often it
is said women are committees, why women don’t think for themselves. Her
friends diss you if they don’t like you, praise you if they do; and her
friends are her eyes and ears when she is away. If you are caught
staring down her shirt, her friends will report to her you are a sexist
pig.

She is friends of many and knows everything about her friends, even
mundane daily life, is an engineer of a web of contacts. One great
‘game plan’ is to befriend many women into friends, to take every woman
who rejects you and make her into a friend, and get hookups from them;
by fact you get her seal of approval instantly gets you way further in
than had you met the woman on your own.

When off in college, while man becomes a stranger to his parents, she keeps in contact with her mom.

She hates to lose people from her life. Ever notice when the instant
you get over her and rid her from your life, is the very moment she
somehow just pops back in. There was one time for a month I would
continually bump into a girl, every time a different place, on a campus
of 30,000 students, where you’re lucky to see someone once a month; and
at the same time I detected she would make visits to my personal
website, an address of which I never gave her. This woman had blown me
off, though I did have quite a history before being blown off.

You can check it out in its entirety here.

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2 Responses to “Book Of Woman”
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