How Men Should Commit to Women

Rather than blogging about why men cannot spend the rest of his days with one women, here is something a little less depressing about men-women relationship:

How to Keep your Woman

Why Men Can't Commit - Part IV

Boo-Yah!! Sam de Brito cuts to the chase again with this little beauty about the cost of courtship of women:

Some a mixed drink, some a Maserati

Make sure you read to the bottom, the analogies there are hilarious, and it points out once again why men, generally, can not (or would not) commit to women.

Promiscuity: Why Men Can't Commit - Part III

Disclaimer: The following link and the opinions contain therin are those of Sam de Brito and does not necessary reflect the opinions that I hold... Even though they are pretty damn close! Please do not leave nasty comments on my blog to point out that I am a fat chauvinist pig (I already know that I am), leave it on his blog instead.

Another politically incorrect, thought provoking discussion with a healthy dollop of truth mixed in:

Promiscuity: Why Slutting Around is Good for the Human Species

Enjoy!

Why Men Can't Commit - Part II

I'm sorry I haven't posted for a while. Not feeling too well.

Contracted a bad throat infection last week and I am slowly but surely losing my voice. Sometimes I would try to speak and nothing would come out. Sometimes I might sound like a poor man's imitation of Barry White. Other times I would be imitating an out of breath Mickey Mouse.

In the mean time, you can read Sam de Brito's essay on why marriage is such an archaic construct, and hence why men can't seem to commit to one woman anymore.

Why Men Can't Commit

Hypothetical Cavemen Days

A typical early male homo sapien will scour the land and meet maybe a dozen or two potential female mates.

He picks two or three that his instincts say will provide the best genetic material to provide good quality heir, he clubs her over the head and proceed to spread his seeds. He cannot pick too many females or his herd may starve from the lack of resources to hunt food.

All of this will have to take place in quick time, because at 16 years of age, a young caveman probably have a further fifteen years of seed production before his seeds run dry or being ingested by a big-toothed-big-cat (no, not Fat Cat).

Hypothetical Modern Days

A typical modern male will scour the Internet and find thousands of potential mates.

Due to society and religious conditioning, he is only allowed to choose one potential female to procreate with.

Due to media's perpetuation of the 'Love & Romance' myth, he must spend a few months wooing just one at a time, taking her out to dinner and parties and weekend getaways, all the while expending his resources to do so.

Before too long he find this potential mate is a psychotic/neurotic/controlling/dependent nut-job. He must spend a further few months trying to wash his hands of the relationship and reset his life to a point where he is ready to find another mate.

In the back of his mind, he is thinking: "It's OK, Rupert Murdoch is a father at 70-odd, I've got plenty of time... I just gotta be patient, take my time and choose CAREFULLY".

Reality is, he is not Rupert Murdoch and he is unlikely to find anyone that he feels is the pinnacle woman, who is worthy of carrying his heir, i.e. "The One™".

He will die, a single lonely man, from ingesting too much bovine burgers and alcoholic beverages.

THE END

Inspired by Sam de Brito.

Caucasian Girls

Today I will do my part for the environment and recycle a comment I wrote in Sam de Brito's blog, "All Men are Liars*", and use it for this blog entry. The below text is an edited version of what I wrote before:

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I am a Chinese male but have been an Australian for most of my life.

I have often openly expressed to my (mostly Asian) friends that I prefer the feature and attitude of oriental women. What I don't openly admit to is that I am also very attracted to Caucasian women.

But due to my (perhaps sub-conscious) understanding or delusion that Caucasian women are inherently not attracted to Asian men, I do not commit the social faux pas of chasing after Aussie girls.

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Allow me relate a tale of my youth. When I immigrated to Darwin nearly 20 years ago, I fell in love with the Aussie lifestyle here.

The beauty of the English language in poetry and songs. The diversity of culture and people of this free country. The greenery and open spaces on this wide open land...

And the cute Caucasian girls at school...

The fine olive skin of the Mediterranean girls. The blonde locks of these exquisite goddesses. The large sapphire blue and jade green irises they possess.

And freckles... WOW-wee, what heavenly delights... :-)

(To be perfectly balanced, I must say I find Caucasian's larger bust size very pleasing to my pubescent eyes as well :-)

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There is one girl at school which I find absolutely irresistible... Wow, how do I put this... think of a very young Nicole Kidman with wavy strawberry blonde hair and just a splash of freckles on her button nose and the cutest of cheeks.

How I adored and worshipped her...

She was into drama, so instinctively I signed up for the drama club. She was vice-captain of the softball team, heck, I'll try-out for the team (never mind that I had the athletic ability of a mouldy tree stump). She played touch-footy, I'll ditto that... Martial Arts, ditto again...

Everything she did, I try to do, poorly I might add... (except for drama which I excelled)... but I guess it was beginning to be obvious that I was stalking her!

On top of my near constant presence, I had confessed to my school friends that I have amorous feelings for this curious flaxen-haired creature. And naturally the rumours of this chubby Chinese bloke hankering for a fair Caucasian girl found it's way to her ears.

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Unfortunately, when the opportunity arise one day, she pulled me aside and told me under no uncertain term I was to go anywhere near her again. Apparently, I was screwing things up for her. I was cramping her style.

I was devastated.

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Truthfully, women are women. Caucasian, Asian or otherwise. They are beautiful in their many qualities.

But to this day, I cannot fully reconciled my repressed fear of European women and their (supposed) distaste of the Asian males. I just cannot look at an Aussie girl any way other than a beautiful mythical unicorn, magical yet completely out of reach.

Reinforced by Hollywood stereotyping of Inter-Asian-Caucasian relationship (examine the Hollywood movies of stars like Jackie Chan, Jet Li and Chow-Yun Fat, how often do they score with the Caucasian leading ladies?)

There is still a lot of baggage for me to unload...