10-25-2012, 01:24 PM
I just realized something interesting. Where I work, there's a woman who falls into what I call the Formerly Hot category. She looks like Christine Baranski circa 1995, dresses attractively, and is either extensively made up or not at all. She's also nuttier than squirrel poop.
When she first started, I was unaware of her psychological issues. I became attracted in a very beta way, and as her neuroses came to light, I didn't have any critical evaluation of my attraction: it was very immature, and the thoughts were carnal, disregarding the pain and agony of a relationship with a nutbar outside the bedroom, not to mention the workplace.
A buddy and I discussed this, and have a mutual assistance pact to help prevent that disaster, since he was similarly attracted. We predicted, with a great deal of confidence, that a romp with her would result in consequences beyond all proportion. She overshares a lot, and every overshare has supported our conclusion like bedrock.
Today is a fully-done day, with a sweater dress, leggings, and really tall heels. What I noticed is that while I thoroughly appreciate the momentary visual uplift of an attractive woman dressed attractively, there's a sublime something that keeps it from going to a place of attraction. There's a realization of the complete package, where I can say, "Sexy look, not interested." It reminds me of David Deida's [u]Way of the Superior Man[/i] describing enjoying a beautiful woman walking by, where you allow it to refresh you without becoming interested, or allowing it to derail your thoughts.
When she first started, I was unaware of her psychological issues. I became attracted in a very beta way, and as her neuroses came to light, I didn't have any critical evaluation of my attraction: it was very immature, and the thoughts were carnal, disregarding the pain and agony of a relationship with a nutbar outside the bedroom, not to mention the workplace.
A buddy and I discussed this, and have a mutual assistance pact to help prevent that disaster, since he was similarly attracted. We predicted, with a great deal of confidence, that a romp with her would result in consequences beyond all proportion. She overshares a lot, and every overshare has supported our conclusion like bedrock.
Today is a fully-done day, with a sweater dress, leggings, and really tall heels. What I noticed is that while I thoroughly appreciate the momentary visual uplift of an attractive woman dressed attractively, there's a sublime something that keeps it from going to a place of attraction. There's a realization of the complete package, where I can say, "Sexy look, not interested." It reminds me of David Deida's [u]Way of the Superior Man[/i] describing enjoying a beautiful woman walking by, where you allow it to refresh you without becoming interested, or allowing it to derail your thoughts.
Fear is a liar.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
