Why are you women like that?

First of all, my non-swimmer can’t do the dolphin yet. It’s not because she lacks talent, interest, or muscle, but rather because we don’t spend time swimming. We lie on the grass 90% of the time – or somewhere else – and drink white wine – or do something else … «Mimimi, why doesn’t he describe you, how should I have a main cinema, why not body weight, 90-60 -whatever, where are the details, position, sweat, splits we want!” Guys, turn on your brains, do the non-swimmer as you please, use your imagination, creativity, ChatGPT!

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The other 10% of the time we are in the water. But not really. What can I say. Sometimes you have to prioritize. She is not swimming at the moment. But otherwise I can assure you that everything is moving. The fact that a woman is on the same track as me, at least temporarily, meaning she doesn’t want a relationship, no kids, no marriage, nothing at all but to be together and have sex, is so refreshing that I don’t. I don’t want to go into the water more often.

But that’s not the story I want to tell you. That was just an update. And the context of the story. The story I want to tell you is more the basis of a question. The question I can ask you beforehand is: Why are your women like that?

So.

The non-swimmer and I… shall we name her? We want. Otherwise it sounds somehow wrong, sexist, primitive, clumsy. Let’s call her Valentina. So.

I don’t know Sina is here yet. That her sister is there, certainly not. I’m going to get fries, so I’m standing around the kiosk with my vibrating flashing part in my hand, which scares me every time it starts, even though I know it’s going to start and I’m waiting for it to start.

And then I see Sina sitting at one of the tables on the edge. I do not want to be rude. And we parted on good terms. Wrong, we didn’t break up at all. Don’t have to separate. It was very relaxed at one point. Leaked or leaked. We’ve wanted the same for a long time. Then no more. The end.

So I went there, it’s 35 degrees, and I got into the ice age. Sina couldn’t have responded more coldly to me. She greeted me, but didn’t even lift the corners of her mouth. The woman next to her was even cooler. Her sister as pictured. Looked really hot and cute at the same time, good mix, but was clearly in a bad mood, ruining everything. The longer I tried to make small talk, the more I understood: the bad mood is not a bad mood, the woman is angry with me! Never saw me, but already hates me. Sina wasn’t really nice either, but at least she didn’t just make sharp remarks. But all in all: hell. Just colder. In the end, the vibrating flashing part saves me, which I drop because I’m scared, which amused them both a lot.

I always thought I had a good poker face. I have no outcome. As I sat down, Valentina asked me what had happened. I am completely blown away. Actually, I don’t tell new women about old women. I never find a good idea. I know some people see things differently because of fairness and transparency and stuff, but I think it’s unnecessary anyway. But my brain probably wasn’t working properly after this rapid temperature change. So I told. First Sina’s story that she suddenly wanted “The Real Deal” and then it all came to an end. For the next few laps I kept quiet. Then I told them about the meeting at the Badi kiosk. How cold she was. I would have thought the nurse the worst, I said. She wouldn’t even know me. “She can’t have anything against me!”

Valentina listened attentively. nodded Ace fries. Then she said, “I’d be like that if I were Sina’s sister. Even if I was just her friend.” I didn’t say anything because I just didn’t understand what she was saying. Maybe she misunderstood the story, I thought. She didn’t. She explained in detail that it was Sina’s right to say so after our story. being cold and dismissive to me. So she was rejected, so she was hurt and angry. That makes sense. And for my sister to be that way to me too. I thought that was crazy. She shook her head. “It’s sisterhood .”

I changed the subject. In the bathroom. With Valentina. But here I must vent my displeasure. If my friends treated every woman who rejected me or another partner that way, normal conversation between women and men could never take place again! Never again.

If I meet a woman somewhere with a friend that I know he wanted but couldn’t land, I don’t care! I’m still nice to her. Doing nothing is “brotherhood”!

Hence my question: Why do you women do this? Why aren’t you like us?

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