A beginners guide for contacting women

I kind of wish there was an all recipes site where it was topless ladies holding the recipes. I mean I enjoy trying the new recipes anyway at least then if I screw up the recipe I can say "well I was distracted" and I'm sure I would still be happy to try it another time.
Shake n Bake 🔥👠
 
I kind of wish there was an all recipes site where it was topless ladies holding the recipes. I mean I enjoy trying the new recipes anyway at least then if I screw up the recipe I can say "well I was distracted" and I'm sure I would still be happy to try it another time.
There's NakedBakers on several platforms. Or so I hear. Though these days there's a lot less baking... :oops::cool:
 
Ah, don't make men out to be worse than they are. You're not useless. I can think of quite a few things that men are needed for.
Apart from the obvious ones, such as taking out the rubbish, putting up shelves, carrying the dirty laundry basket to the laundry room and similar subordinate tasks, you're really useful when a bed needs warming up.
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I can do all that ... and probably more... if properly trained of course :cool:
 
Gentlemen, some people send me long texts with a profound analysis of my soul. Or what they consider to be a profound analysis.
Apparently, I was abused as a child, or something like that. As far as I can remember, that's not the case, and looking back, it's almost understandable that my father almost spanked me after we fed the stupid farmer's stupid, vicious dog hemp biscuits. Not because of the stupid dog, but because twelve-year-olds shouldn't have access to hemp biscuits.
Isn't village life wonderful?
So, long texts can be a nuisance, but not necessarily.
Anyway, today I have a positive example. Admittedly, we had written to each other from time to time.

Long_Walker: Hi Anna,
I don't want to share my real name, but according to how you express your feelings at other posts, I felt the need to share my thoughts today. I hope you don't mind.
There ain’t no cure for the wintertime blues…
I’m in a little town on the east coast, and the temperature is hovering just above the zero mark. Wearing my knitted hat under my hoodie to keep out the north wind, and yet it howls melancholy along the shingle shoreline where I’m hunched-up trudging. But it’s worth it when the clouds jostle apart long enough to admit golden shafts of sunlight to sparkle up the surge of waves in dramatic ways. Three windblown gulls on the breakwater would make a good photo, but as I stalk close enough for snapping range, one of them lifts off lazily and uncooperatively to veer buffeted across the tide. Until I’m slouching into the shelter of the town centre where there’s a little bookshop hidden away down an alley called Rope Walk, the bookshop provides pleasant browsing. Why is it Rope Walk? Probably some antique connection to grizzled old seafaring folk. So yes, there are cures for the wintertime blues…
Meekly_Anna: Good morning.
Melancholia?
There are certain canvases by Caspar David Friedrich that capture that very spirit. Rope Walk—a name, perhaps, echoing the ropemaker’s old trade. I imagine it a long, unswerving path, stretching some fifty yards into the grey.
And yet, you are mistaken. I possess a sovereign remedy for these winter blues; a cure both highly potent and most elegantly endured. And today, it is the colour of blood.
The night brought a dusting of snow, curdled with rain. Upon the frozen earth, it is a treacherous union. Now, with the mercury hovering just above the frost, a dismal drizzle settles in for the day. In short: wretched weather. The damp chill seeps from my helm into my scarf, embarking on a slow, gloating descent down the small of my back.
It settles upon my breast, too. If I button my coat tight, I am soon stifled and clammy; if I leave it ajar, the biting wind carries its malice within. There is no conventional shield against this insidious cold; even my heavy woollens falter. Though wet wool may hold its heat, it cannot long withstand the tireless assault of the freezing mist.
So, I have chosen a different stratagem: I let the enemy’s fury expend itself upon a void.
Beneath these long, somber woollens, I wear a set of crimson silk—a lace thong and a matching, gossamer-fine bra. None know of it but I. None saw it, save for my own reflection in the morning glass. Yet I know it is there; I know the vision I cast. My skin may be chilled by the world, but within, I am ablaze.
 
This should be a Lit story series. Your character narration is spot on, and very consistent with what I've seen in online communities since 1991.

Times and technology changes, but the lame guys keep limping along.

Thanks for the education attempt, but I am afraid that those who need it most won't see it. Keep up the examples though because it's worth it....even if you only save one poor soul.
 
Sometimes we meet people here we shouldn't meet here.
Again, I made the name Big_Andrew up. If it's your real username, I'm sorry. But please, use a condom.
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Big_Andrew: Good afternoon, Anna. I hope you’re having a nice Tuesday.
Anna: Hi Andrew! I am, thank you. Just finishing up some stuff like laundry. How are things on your end?
Big_Andrew: It’s alright. Honestly, though, your vibe is a bit mid today.
Anna: Mid? I’m not sure what you mean. I’m just working.
Big_Andrew: See, that’s the problem. You’re giving major NPC energy right now, no cap. Just stop yapping about laundry. Tell me what you wear.
Anna: Andrew, that’s a bit uncalled for. I’m just trying to have a normal conversation.
Big_Andrew: Bruh, you’re literally doing too much. It’s giving cringe. Stay mad if you want, but your chat is straight trash. L + ratio.
Anna: Honestly, Andrew, you’re being incredibly childish. You’re clearly not adult enough to hold a mature conversation with me. Honestly, how old are you? Fourteen?
Big_Andrew: I destroy bitches by the truckload, ya know?
Anna: Well then, fourteen it is.
Big_Andrew: Girl, I'm older than you bitch, I can fuck you until you puke cum!
Anna: Andrew, really? You never had a girlfriend, right? You are probably fourteen, that's fine by me. Just stop these silly insults. Anything I can help you with?
Big_Andrew: I'm fifteen. The other boys say that you must tell the girls what you want and tell them what to do. They only like real men
Anna: These boys have no clue, Andrew. First of all, girls don't want to be called bitches. A bitch is a female dog in heat. And only that. Well then, I have some time, ask your questions.

This was followed by a lengthy discussion about what to do, what not to do, and why condoms are a good idea.
If Andrew remembers even half of it, his first time won't be too embarrassing and will be enjoyable for both parties. And while we're on the subject: ‘It's like pulling off a band aid, quick and in on the first try is best.’ Whoever said that should be kicked so hard in the arse that their balls smash against the inside of their skull. But that's just an aside. Andrew knows better now.
Boys, girls, if you're not of legal age, you shouldn't be here. If you are, this is a sex site for adults who discuss things that are completely detached from reality. It's like porn. A spectacle. It has little to nothing to do with reality.
Be gentle, be careful, listen to each other and tell each other what you like and what you don't like. Don't rush into anything. Sex can be very beautiful or very unpleasant. It's your job to make sure it's beautiful. And use condoms.
 
Anna I am glad you're still interested in this topic, a passion project of yours for over a year.

Some of us could indeed use the help in meeting women and saying the right things.

I feel our culture is so afraid of ordinary sexuality between women and men and for a large part of our formative years, male and female teens or younger don't even talk to each other.

And then, later on, when they're experiencing attraction, women treat men like people, and men apparently forget they're talking to a female version of a human being and have no idea what to do.

I admit to being quite nervous and not sure how to just talk to women when I was younger. I found I had a better time talking to women I wasn't pining for, and realized, I can talk to this person because I am not trying to get in her pants.

Now that I'm over 40, I still find women just as mesmerizing and fascinating and attractive as ever, even moreso, actually.

But I realize that we are just two minds with different bodies, and I am fine if she doesn't want to talk to me, or if she just wants to be friends.

If something happens then it does, and it is best to not try so hard to force it.

Still, sometimes, it is worth it to approach women with a common interest, especially on here. Share their public fantasies, their known kinks, and see if it leads somewhere.

At least I hope that's a decent approach.
 
Anna I am glad you're still interested in this topic, a passion project of yours for over a year.

Some of us could indeed use the help in meeting women and saying the right things.

I feel our culture is so afraid of ordinary sexuality between women and men and for a large part of our formative years, male and female teens or younger don't even talk to each other.

And then, later on, when they're experiencing attraction, women treat men like people, and men apparently forget they're talking to a female version of a human being and have no idea what to do.

I admit to being quite nervous and not sure how to just talk to women when I was younger. I found I had a better time talking to women I wasn't pining for, and realized, I can talk to this person because I am not trying to get in her pants.

Now that I'm over 40, I still find women just as mesmerizing and fascinating and attractive as ever, even moreso, actually.

But I realize that we are just two minds with different bodies, and I am fine if she doesn't want to talk to me, or if she just wants to be friends.

If something happens then it does, and it is best to not try so hard to force it.

Still, sometimes, it is worth it to approach women with a common interest, especially on here. Share their public fantasies, their known kinks, and see if it leads somewhere.

At least I hope that's a decent approach.
Thank you for still being interested!
I admit I think that this threat ran its course. Especially since I'm just sharing links to it.
I think this board makes it more easy to find and contact people with common interests. And if the contact fails it's easy to ignore them and vice versa.
One can learn a lot in here and I'm not talking about sex. There's nothing about it to learn when one knows the basics already. And if you don't know them you shouldn't be here.
No, what you can learn is: if you are interested in someone, contact the person. There's nothing you can loose but so much you can win.
And another learning from the politics board: if someone hands out insults freely said person is normally not worth listening to.
 
I think I would like to add another one here for good measure.

Lonely_Loony: Dear Anna,
As you know, as I have told you countless times, you are the love of my life, the light of my existence and the joy of my days. I have read all your posts over and over again and now I know that you reciprocate my feelings.
This is my last post to you for a few hours because I'm on my way to the airport. I know roughly where you live and I will find you. Then you can finally leave your husband and we'll go far away together. There are still a few rooms available on my parents' farm, so we can live together. Of course I will adopt your children after our wedding. I've already spoken to our preacher. He'll baptise you in front of our congregation, even though you've been living in sin.
My parents have also agreed that we will live with them. Your children are also welcome, but of course they will have to work. I have already organised places in our church school, where their false beliefs will be burned away with the fire of our true believe with great understanding and Christian compassion, so that they will see the light.
You, oh love of my life, will run the household and be happy, as I will provide you with everything you need.
See you soon, the taxi is here!
Meekly_Anna (hides in the cellar in panic and regrets having ever used the internet)

My dear readers, yes, I mean all eight of you, if you are attracted to a person on this sex site, then you have my full understanding. I feel the same way as you. I also like some people here very much.
But
please never confuse the image with the thing itself. Every person is unique in their being, and all you see is the twitching shadow of that person on the cave wall.
You may fall in love here, I hope that your feelings will be reciprocated. But don't necessarily assume that. This is not real life. You are only showing what you want to show. In the same way, you only see what is shown to you.
For some of you, the picture you show of yourselves is beautiful. For others, not so much. And it's only a picture, not the person.
Do yourself and everyone else a favour and don't interpret your wishes into a person.
Oh lordy 😆 🤣 this made me laugh!! thank you!!

But also, the second half of your treatise is the wisest advice I've ever read on internet dating culture. Brava . And I'm loving this thread, nice work 🙌
 
Oh lordy 😆 🤣 this made me laugh!! thank you!!

But also, the second half of your treatise is the wisest advice I've ever read on internet dating culture. Brava . And I'm loving this thread, nice work 🙌
Thank you very much.
I thought it was dead by now.
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I’m not sure about responding but I do think this is an important discussion so if anyone on this thread, or any future readers are interested, here are my thoughts.

Before I start, I want to be clear that this is NOT a request for private messages!!

First, I’m relatively new here. Upon my account being activated, I got a bunch of PMs. I was not at all expecting that at all.

Did I respond to all of them? I did not. Two main reasons:
  1. Some men take a response, even a polite “no thanks” as an invitation to a negotiation. To be fair, this has not happened to me here, but as I said I was totally new here and did not know what the culture was like and didn’t want to appear to be opening a line of communication.
  2. I think sending a low-effort, low information message is more rude than ignoring one. It doesn’t make sense to respond to “hi”, “what are you into?” or “are you female?” Do men honestly expect responses to each of these messages? If I get a flyer in the mail asking “Do you need your gutters cleaned?” Would you expect me to call and say no thanks? I’m sure some people do want heir gutters cleaned and would respond to the flyer (surely there is some ROI) but most people are going to trash it and that should be expected.
I’ll also say that I also got thoughtful messages from a few people that I did respond to and I appreciated those interactions.
Love this analogy - also love that you chose gutter cleaners, and not "pest control" 😜😂
 
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