even the Bean can't keep me from you

So I'd like to present something that you may not be used to- a double standard where the MAN comes out on the shitty end. I am of course talking about a hidden form of gold digging, the sugar mama.

Women are known to be gold diggers. I am not saying you ALL are, but most of you at least enjoy money- and a man with money sure looks better than a man at the Salvation Army shopping for glassware, am I wrong? But we let it slide, we are all here to make money as it is, so if you want a piece of the action, it's understood- we are supposed to treat you like the pretty princesses you are anyway.

The confusion comes in, however, when a male is searching for his piece of the pie. Men, go ahead and tell a group of women how you are looking for a sugar mama, or how you let some female buy you all sorts of things. Watch the smile fade away and look out for the left hook. Suddenly we are animals, how could we ever expect someone to pay for our things?! How could we let this woman go on and spend her HARD EARNED MONEY on our broken souls?

Frankly, I don't get it. Say what you want, money equals happiness. Maybe not directly, but through other paths. For example, money equals convenience- the ability to do things that you would like to. That in turn leads to less stress because you aren't worried about balancing the check book and findng the cheapest hotel. Less stress, less worries, less problems, bigger smiles. See the connection? So while we are all searching for happiness, we are consequently searching for money, in some form, as well. We all have our limits and comfort zones, I'm not saying we are all looking for a millionaire, but what if the person you loved also happened to have a great job and great wealth? What a bonus. It's like the cherry on a perfect sundae, the fake boobs on a stripper with an already perfect ass, the happy ending after a great massage, the fortune cookie that makes you feel significant and forget you just ate 2 gallons of sodium and your heart is about to shit the bed. We all should have fair game when it comes to searching for that which will make our lives a little better. But yet, men are looking down upon for wanting a female to take care of them, even if it is only for the afternoon. Now tell me, could this be solely due to gender roles of the past that we have been working so hard to get by? Will the male, no matter his actual role, always be looked upon as the breadwinner in a typical heterosexual couple?

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Cockteases, and how is it a source of power for women. And yet that works so well with the gold digging, as a woman who pretends she is interested in a lonely man will probably get anything and everything she wants and desires, money or otherwise. Evil, evil women. It's hard for a man to be a clit tease, because we normally would just give in and git er done. But women, your willpower, your ability to feign interest for whatever reason, I must give it to you, I am impressed. I can only imagine the amount of blue balls given nightly across the country. Are hidden agendas always in mind? Probably not. Everyone needs a confidence boost now and then, what better way than to have someone dying to tear your clothes off, and then just walking away from it with a smile and maybe a handprint on your ass? How empowering. You really do hold all the chips sometimes ladies, and you absolutely fucking LOVE IT. The worst thing about it for men, and the best thing about it for women, is best laid out in example. In college, my roomates and I were wildly, wildly attracted to a woman. It may or may not continue, I'm afraid her and her friends might read this so I will keep it general and ambiguous. It became apparent after some time she was a major, major cocktease. I have never seen a group of guys spend more of their time flirting with the same girl, knowing there was nothing to come out of it but a hug goodbye and then some afterthoughts involving our own hands and a tissue. And yet, we continue on this path. Drool when she arrives, do our best to flirt hoping she might get interested, come to think she is being receptive to it all..... and then crying ourselves to sleep and tucking our testicles back because they have proven worthless, once again. Even when we KNOW, we KNOW we are getting nothing, we go on, with the slight glimmer of hope that maybe someday there is a chance, a hope. There most likely isn't, but damn, she must have a nice amount of self confidence. Evil, evil women.