My name is Destry, and I am a fucker.
And although I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences of my actions...
I do happen to contribute to humanity in one very important way. I share my stories. They are known as…
The Stories
- Destry Tries Buttsex, Hilarity Does Not Follow
- The Famous “Sushi Pants” Story
- The Midget Story
- The SeX-ray
- The Most Disturbing Conversation Ever
- Destry Goes to Hockey Game, Causes Trouble
- The Blowjob Follies
- The Absinthe Donuts Story
- Destry's Moment Of Reflection, Ends Poorly
- Destry Ruptures Appendix, Hilarity Follows
- Destry's Female Rating System
Solve My Girl Problems
Because I've gone through countless of shit tests from women that I've dated and have failed some miserably, I've decided to get this part of my life correct when it comes to dating women in general. It's something that I had to do on my own 'cause your sweet, loving mother isn't going to be your coach when it comes to dating women. She's not going to go over every “test” with you on paper and let you know when and where this is going to take place.
Nope, women do this subconsciously. Why? Because they need to know what kind of man they're dealing with. Women are going to put you in to one of three categories.
1) They'll think of you like they think of doing chores. You don't want to be here.
2) They'll think of you like one of her girlfriends; someone they can confide in when their cats start having mental breakdowns.
3) They'll think of you romantically. This is a good position as they will think of you as a man they could see being with in a long-term intament relationship.
Out of one of these three categories, you decide which one you want to be in.
It's something that you're going to have to distinguish on your own when the women you are dating decide to give you this shit test. How are you going to handle it? Are you going to act cool and calm about it? Or are you going to let it get you out of control so she can keep spinning your wheels over and over again, until the white lines on the road start looking like dots; and she comes to the conclusion that you're not able to deal with shit when they go south on you.
I've postulated before on the different types of shit tests and how the most macabre types always show up in dating or in a realtionship with a girl guys tell me they really dig. Admit it, we've all been played (including myself) by this particular woman we're interested in dating or having a meaningful relationship with. Let's take a moment to ochestrate a scenerio that'll give you a good idea of what I mean:
Say you've been in a relationship for six months with an attractive woman to your liking, you've backslided a few times, but for the most part, the relationship is balanced.
Now because she's as attractive as she is to you, she gets a lot of attention from other guys. Let's say within the past 6 months; 10 guys have liked her. She's flirtatious, and openly accepts them as orbiters. She's even cancelled on you once or twice to hang out with them. Despite a couple of head to head debates revolving around your jealousy, she insists that it's all about the “competing”, and they are all like “friends,” “family,” or even “brothers,” to her, albeit the fact that all of them came out of different vaginas (a fact often unrealized by women).
Then you go on Google and search “how to handle jealousy” and you find www.insidenetdating.com.
Then Everything changes.
Now with your new found knowledge, you game someone else just for the fuck of it. She's also about an 8 on the HB scale.
The woman you're dating is not used to you having OPTIONS the way she always does. She freaks the fuck out and tells her friends about it. Her friends then come to you in one huge angry mob, fangs bared and ready to gnaw on your logical approach to the matter.
99% percent of men will react by slapping a bitch.
I mean... she has 10 guys liking her and you've struggled through it all to maintain state control; now you have one girl liking you and she calls a congressional hearing to put a stop to it?
But alas, this is not the way of a guy that has his emotions in tact.
Step the fuck back for a moment and let the hypocrisy of the situation fade away from your mind.
The fact that you have to deal with her flirting with 10 guys but that she can't deal with you and one girl is an ADVANTAGE. Why? Because it means you don't need to be on equal footing with her. How much harder would it be if you needed to get 10 girls to like you to keep up competitive anxiety? Instead, you only need one to recreate as much sexual tension (perhaps even more) as she would through 10 guys.
Now you're starting to think clearly.
She called her friends and everything? Excellent. You've given her that chemical rush of gossip and drama. And best of all, it wasn't manufactured by her. YOU created it. Like George Bush and the War on Terror, you have successfully created a crisis just to divert everyone's attention to it. You have full control over the crisis. By giving her that rush she so desires, she will now refrain from trying to create it herself elsewhere. Remember, if you do not provide a girl with her need for drama, she will somehow get it vicariously through somewhere else; or create it in her relationship out of thin air.
Instead of reacting by freaking out. You play it off cooly and say, “Relax, it's not my fault other bitches crave my dick.”
The whole group stares at you, baffled by your state control.
You start walking out. They yell after you, “Wait... we want to talk.”
You reply, “OK, after I get back from the gym.” You kiss the girl you're dating who is still in shock, not understanding why you're so calm.
You leave the house forgetting to put pants on. They are all left breathless from the size of your phallus. It hits the door on your way out.
So, be a man, own up to the fact that women will create drama in your life, while on the other hand, don't be afraid to give it right back. You can either keep failing the shit test or you can man up and call her on it, and if she doesn't take you seriously, walk the fuck away as quickly as you can.
But of course, you already knew this, thanks to me.