I’ve been praying this day would come for over a week. The day is finally here. The day I break rule number 3 at the salon. (See: Sun Stories: Haley – Rules and Lists) I’m anticipating my date with lovely Kita. It doesn’t even make sense to me but for some reason it’s happening. Just like all of my other dates that have happened in the last decade. Michelle, Annabelle, Cherie. Should I have gotten any of them? The world is furious, but somehow I prevail. Procuring beautiful women to be mine is my forte.
I’m not a wolf hunting down young women half my age. They simply come to me. I have developed a fatal charm in the last 20 years. I’ve honed it in the darkness alone.
There’s no reason for a beautiful, fit, 21 year old Asian transplant from Florida should meet and old lion for dinner. The guy from the tanning salon who’s nice to her and gives her special care. She’s still in love with her loser ex and already has leaped to a new guy that’s already enamored by her. He has no idea what he’s doing and is pushing too hard to acquire her heart. Both are fools and any behaviors they’re displaying are wrong. I know this because I’ve swum these waters for the last 30 years and I’ve seen all of the little fishies and remoras.
I’ve become incredibly efficient in executing the sale and closing the deal for the last 30 years. If these clowns just knew how to play it cool and use their strengths in business in other parts of their lives they’d do so much better with women.
Sadly, all of these young guys are ruled by their testosterone, lack of knowledge of women, and silly passions and emotions.
All a waste of time, boys.
The best lion lies in the grass on the savannah and lets the gazelle walk by and enjoy the fruit and grain. He does nothing. He’s simply present and patient. My father was very patient. He said you always need to play the long game. Maybe have several long games playing at the same time.
It’s all a game.
When you finally strike she will wonder why you finally did. But it will be too late. It’ll be a sudden strike. Hooves in the air, a spray of blood and the gazelle is your prize.
“Why did you?
“I’m a lion. What did you think I was going to do, Kita?”
Lie quietly and just be there. Busy. Powerful, and not clawing at the door of all of the women in your life. Be the man at the party that seems disinterested in them. She’ll ask herself, ‘Why do they all flock to me and he doesn’t?’ That will create interest. I guarantee it. It worked for my dad and it works for me.
You simply lie in the grass chatting with your other mates and act like you don’t even notice her. She’s your target but she can’t know that she’s in your crosshairs. She’ll come to you because you’re different. You must have something about you or something going on that makes you inaccessible to her. They all want her and you don’t care.
You do care. You care more for her than all of the herd. You’re just a better hunter.
Am I cheating on my girlfriend Cherie by meeting Kita for dinner? It’s just me having dinner with a good client. So technically, no. But if romance ignites and I kiss her, then yes. But I’ve been writing passionately about Kita for weeks now as if I’m falling in love with her.
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