Caught between two worlds, as it were: performing for, sociologically speaking, two little girls... were they interested? Are they interested? It's so hard to tell these days, what with women's rights and free will and all.
And another one. I've approached her several times and she appears willing, but something about me's obviously not sitting right with her. My hair? My clothes? My general attitude? Anyhow, she read some poems that actually moved me... well, one of them, anyway. Am I solely interested in the poetry because of her, or is it the other way around? We beta males do so love our creative women. The other day I had a conversation with a friend, and we came to the conclusion that the chief benchmark of an alpha male is how he treats women: if he talks to and them very differently from how he talks to men, he's an alpha. Betas tend to measure people by the same standard, regardless of whether or not he can fuck them.
When I'm hitting on girls, I have no idea whether I'm trying to lure them into bed or just trying to be their friend, and frankly, there's no real difference: I'd have the same conversation either way. All I have is my friendliness and my humor. I'm not picking up girls by use of my rock-hard abs here.
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