Month: October 2013
Found this on reddit and decided to give my thoughts on you, impossible women.
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, ‘Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you, too.’ When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep – I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
Motorcycle won’t start…can’t figure out why”
The person who inspired me to start blogging once wrote: “There’s no woman that can’t be read. Just retarded men.”
You spend hours personalizing your smartphone. Adding new games, new widgets. But you could so much more with the tip of your finger than moving them about on a cold screen.
You speak Spanish, Italian and English. But you can’t speak her language. You’re a glorified champion at chess but you’re only a beginner with her.
We complain the they’re complicated, but what good things in life come easy? You got to make a decision. Is she worth it? If the answer is yes then cudos to you, if the answer is no, then you’re not worth it. It’s easier to say “it can’t be done” before truly trying. You see this vexes me. We got used to getting our way with “easy women”. When we meet a WOMAN that knows what she wants, who knows her value, who knows you didn’t randomly walked up to her. She knows you studied her, her walking, like a predator.
You complain she’s impossible when you use the same compliment, you just change the receiver. She’s wearing very little make-up and has her hair tied up and that intimidates you? You can’t look her in the eye because when she walks the world trembles at her feet? You know when you see her walking on the street, alone. She’s lonely, because you, and the guy before, and the guy behind you, and the one on your left, you all saw her. But she intimidates you, you can’t talk to her like you’d with your girl friend. It’s easier to say she’s unapproachable than look in the mirror.
You got to understand it’s not what she says, it’s HOW she says it. You complain she tells you to get away from her, when all she wants is for to hold her and tell her how much she means to you. But she’s too complicated, in other words you’re too retarded to see behind the mask. It’s impossible to get under her skin, she seems so tough, so dull, so lacking emotions. But she goes home and thinks about what you said, how you said her sweater wasn’t pretty. Or she goes home and thinks about what you said, how the colour of the sweater suits her.
You’re surprised when you see she likes being in control. Uh-oh, now we’ve hit unknown territory. You call her beautiful and you expect her number. If you don’t get it she was arrogant. You think you were the first one to notice and tell her? You start promising her the moon and then you’re surprise she doesn’t fall in your arms like leaves, slowly attracted by the power of gravity. You think she hasn’t heard that before? She’s scared you’ll hurt her, she’s skeptical, always. That’s only our fault, not theirs.
So if you want a complicated woman, invest your time. It must interest you, truly.
So learn what she feels,
What she wants,
What she doesn’t know she wants,
What she likes, but doesn’t know it yet.
Deciphering an “impossible” woman is an art.
Yours, A M Maxim
For those of you thinking all men are a**holes. For those of you thinking “they’re all the same”. The special lady strikes again,straight to the heart this time. This is for you, for those of you who have not experienced this.
A letter to a Ghost
You are a man that every woman dreams to have the opportunity to share even few seconds with… even if it were once in a life time.
Your giving nature turns you into an irresistible lover, whom one can not forget or compare to any one else.
I was lucky to share unique moments of joy and completeness with you, as well as take advantage of your friendship, which I did not deserved under those circumstances. I wish to thank you for being there for me, as without you my path would have been broken and life a mere routine, without hope and expectation for a new start.
You are an amazing man, with so much character and strength. The effect you have on people is perhaps even bigger, than you think. It is people like you, which can make this world a better place, just by being the way you are, and bring sun, light and smiles to those lucky enough to be a part of your life. You simply bring out the best in people…
You see you are not only strong, intelligent, the best listener I have ever met in my life and the lover for me, but also a person with integrity and a noble cause. I do not only want you, but I also admire you. I admit I need to live my extremes but also my moments of weakness. You are one of them…maybe the most important of them!
One way or another you are the trip you are the destination, the hope and the expectation. That is what you are…
What a waste of nights.
You’re in the club taking pictures, so he could see them. You want him to suffer like a dog, to see what he’s lost. You want to see him cry, on the outside :).But he can’t see them. He’s in a club too, pretending to be cool and uninterested.
What a waste of nights when you lie in bed thinking about your mistakes. What you could have done better or what you could have done worse? Sometimes the answer to both questions is nothing. When you look at your albums full of pictures. Pictures you want to re-live, to re-experience. You look at the pictures and cherish the moments when you used to be happy, TOGETHER. Now you’re in separate rooms, glancing at your happiness, ALONE.
What a waste of nights when your pride is telling you it’s too late to call. No one calls at this time, unless they’re desperate. You don’t want her to know. So you sit by your phone waiting for him to call, while he is waiting for your call, for once to show you care enough to call him. So you both fall asleep with your phone next to your pillow.
What a waste of nights when you realise the only thing you can offer is one, two, maybe three nights of pleasure. After the passion decays you leave. Because he doesn’t want to leave his prints on anyone’s soul. He’s learned that carrying someone’s prints is a burden, that love can turn into a dirty prison in which you close yourself in the arms of loneliness. So you throw yourselves, head in, naively hoping he will see the light somehow. Behind the sheets you’ve accepted the pleasure for pleasure deal fooling yourself that by adding love you’ll get the same thing in return. But you were wrong. Love is not about love to be loved.
So many people sleep together in the same bed, ALONE.
Yours, A M Maxim
I couple of years ago I was pretty new to the dating concept. I was cheating though, I had many female friends, so fashion advice and what to say and when to say were well known. Hah.
So there was this girl, we met in college. We were a big group, about 10 people, mostly girls. We always used to hang out in parks or library during lunch. I noticed her, how she’d casually get her point across, how she ran her palm through her bright ginger hair. How she used sarcasm without anyone else noticing, anyone but me. To my surprise I realised I had a crush on her. Quite the predicament I was in. I didn’t have the slightest clue of what to do. But I did it, and we started dating. About 2 weeks in she started acting weird, she said she’s not used to this kind of thing, which was true, she was new to the “dating” thing too.
I liked the way I felt around her, the way she’d blush when I teased her or how We’d randomly walk and make fun of people together. We thought alike, laughed at the same things, did the same things, enjoyed the same things. Everything seemed like a bubble and nothing could break that. So as I was saying, after two weeks she started acting weird and eventually broke up with me. No reason, nothing.
As it turned out, the person I was telling how happy we were sabotaged me. She was my close friend, unfortunately she was her’s too. So when I demanded an explanation we met and she explain. Our lovely friend had exploited every single fear she had and managed to get her so scared she’d break up with me. To twist the story even more her friend liked me. I found that out from a mutual friend. So I learned that people are hypocrites. That people will do everything, moral or immoral to get what they want. That day still saddens me when I think about it. Because she’s done something I was unable to fix and so I lost something important.
So knowing she liked me, I did the most reasonable thing I could think of. Deflowered and left her. Now I know some of you will think that’s very rude/hard/how could I?!?!! Well, for starters, she did ruin something amazing, intentionally, she had the presence of the mind to control herself, I DIDN’T. And no, I don’t regret it.
PS: Me and lady X are still close friends, in fact she’s one of the closest friends.
PS2: I don’t believe in karma. I believe if you fuck with my happiness you’ll be in trouble.
Yours, A M Maxim
I believe can always be surprised by our own intellect. The greatest compliment is not going to be something you want to hear but rather something you don’t. The greatest compliment you’ll receive is going to be about something you never thought about.
Acknowledging the diversity between people we all have different definitions about the concept of complimenting.
So what’s the GREATEST of all compliments?
Is it when he tells you that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen when you wake up in the morning? Or is it when he tells you you’re intelligent, of course you already know you’re beautiful.
When you tell him you trust him. Is that the greatest compliment? I believe it’s not. Not because it isn’t the greatest, but because that shouldn’t be a compliment, that should be a fundamental law of a relationship. Maybe when she screams “OMG” in certain situations or positions, well, that better be the greatest compliment, or it could be the greatest insult. Interpretation is key.
Is it when he tells you he couldn’t live without you or his world would darken if you left it? When she tells you you make her happy then you know you’ve accomplished something, something great.
The greatest compliment is when your friend tells you that you combine all the fun elements of each of his friends.
Yours, A M Maxim
I asked a very special lady to write a post so here it is. Enjoy!
A toast to MEN !
So… why men love women we already know from Cartarescu (not that it was necessary to know from him, but yeah… it sounds good, doesn’t it? 🙂 but why do we love them?
We love them because they have faith in their abilities and knowledge. They don’t need to tear others down in order to build themselves up. They earn people’s trust with their radiant, inner strength. When a MAN walks into a room, everyone takes notice.
They have integrity – are trustworthy, reliable, unwavering, responsible and kind – they look out for others. They laugh at themselves and they keep it simple and I love the fact that they prefer to ask instead of presume.
They may think about quitting something but in fact they never do. They admit their fears and go beyond them.
As Lord Byron, they write poems for our shining beauty and unique personality that can melt any woman’s heart with words that fall as rose petals over the lady that had the glory of being a muse.
They are focused on progress, they live for something – a purpose beyond their own personal gains and when they make a decision they live with the consequences.
They take risks in order to advance and they are decisive. They never seem to have time for themselves… but they always have time to be real friends.
And why not, because they talk less than women… we girls can actually talk all we want. 🙂
I admire them for not being complicated and if they lose a game, they honestly congratulate the winner.
They can follow Omerta – keep their mouth shut. They can shelter information and ration their words (and girls… it’s about time to admit we just can’t do that. 🙂
I bow before them because they are honest – about who they are and what they have done in life and because they accept responsibility for their actions, have strong principles and stand behind the words they speak.
Because without men, we are not women…
Here’s to our fathers, our brothers, lovers and friends, here’s to the men that we love, here’s to the men that love us !
In today’s society if someone is successful they’re talented. It’s not like they had to exploit that talent, work extremely hard to get where they are. No, of course not. It’s easier to assume some people are just naturally good at particular things. To be honest, this is true, to some extent.
Let’s imagine I was born at the same time as Roger Federer. I chose him because he’s like a GOD. A god of tennis. So let’s say I was passionate about tennis and evidently so is HE. Lets say we started training around the same age. Well, being really optimistic I can say I’m average at tennis, he is and will be the greatest tennis player for quite a while. So what makes him a GOD and me an amateur? Bummer, talent. You see, because he was born with this natural skill doesn’t automatically make him the best. I reckon, If I interviewed him he would tell me how much he worked to achieve what he has.
I hear this quite a lot. It’s an excuse for people not to pursue their goals. So what if someone has talent in something you want to do? Doesn’t automatically make him better, in time, if you two put the same amount of work in, obviously he/she will come out on top.
So the question you got to ask yourselves is: Is talent the bottom denominator for all successful people? If not, what are you waiting for?
Yours, A M Maxim