Oh? Really now? I knew this was going to be interesting. It was only after gales of laughter that had my roommate ask "what the hell is so funny?" that I decided, I have to blog about being a man stealer.
Feeding on the insecurities of women, the article uses such strong language as "super-predator" and states that:
"'The opportunist may try to win your man's affection during a weak moment, but she doesn't have the confidence to hit on him outright'... As long as your bond is strong and supportive, most boyfriends won't take the loser bait."
Loser bait, eh? Okay, Cosmo, and your expert, Seth Meyers, PsyD, listen here. This is my perspective on things, being one of these predators, these man stealers. Yes, I am a predator. Yes, I will look for an opportunity to swoop if presented. But moment of weakness or no, if I want someone, I will get them. A smile, the sway of my hips, my long hair and ample curves are man-magnets. Yes, the chase, the hunt is fun, I cannot lie.
So, what makes me different from other man stealers, predators and mistresses? Here's my thing: I don't want your man. Sure, I want to have fun, want to give him what you're not giving him or that he's too afraid to ask you for. I find out right away, when sighting my target, what they're lacking and wanting. Maybe they're wanting the excitement of a risk, maybe sex is too vanilla, or-- gasp-- maybe he's just bored. Ladies, I will always make it clear that I don't want your man. I will never ask him to leave you for me, but understand in the entries to come what fuels me to prey, what fuels your man to cheat. I'm not the monster society would make me out to be.
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