Honestly, I’m always amazed at the legions of men that just don’t understand what makes a woman tick. Everywhere I go, I meet males that think the female psyche is a confusing alien landscape impossible to navigate or impossible to ever holistically understand.
But the simple truth is that the female mind is much more complex, and much less deep than you can imagine. There is a reason women themselves cannot tell you what they want. It is because their subconscious is in direct conflict with their cognitive mind, and the cognitive mind just desperately scrambles to make sense of what her primal interior subconscious, or ‘instinct’, is telling her to do. It is why women often surprise themselves by their actions and often cannot guess why they do what they do.
It is why women are drawn into affairs, into fuckfests with players, into abusive relationships… why women are drawn to cruel power hungry men, and why they stay attached to such men at the expense of even their own happiness. The main imperative of the human is to reproduce: It is behaviors that bring reproductive success, not happiness, that have been selected for in our long evolutionary past. Happiness can be a decent enough motivator, but it’s hardly the all-guiding light for our species.
The exact details of what draws a woman in are so vast and so rich and vivid that I could write for years and not completely hit upon every intricate facet that drives these splendid creatures forward. But know this, wayward male; it is not like the mind of a man.
For a man, everything in his mind makes sense; the world is a set and solid place. There are truths. Everything has its proper place. We men are team and goal oriented creatures. We see things as good, evil, bad, productive, righteous or wrong. Yes, we have instinctive drives as well, but we can consciously recognize them, and pursue these clear imperatives with sound strategic vision.
But for women, it is all an unfettered and shadow filled landscape- free floating fleeting experiences, fleeing from absolute understanding, always; vividly changing perspectives that rapidly shift like sand swept away by a turbulent wind. The past is analyzed always from the standpoint of an ever-shifting present, always rationalized by how the woman immediately feels, and recast consistently to cater to the viewpoint flavor of the week. Women experience the world as not a cold and mute thing, but a grand dramatic production colored always by an internal music. This music comes from deep within, always coloring how they perceive, see, rationalize, hear, smell, feel… their lives truly do exist in the immediate.
Do you wonder why women love drama, soap operas, gossip magazines? For them, all of these things are the reflection of a massive stage we are all players upon; a great shadow-production about the human condition, where human emotions are the artistic medium, cast in so many wonderful and vibrant shades of truths and existence. Drama is the female art of the human condition. And it is only when they are engaging in an act upon this stage do they feel alive.
When you seduce, you must be like a woman. Pablo Picasso, who pulled more tail than you can imagine, once said “I am a woman. Every artist is a woman and should have a taste for other women. Artists who are homosexuals cannot be true artists, because they like men, and since they themselves are women they are reverting to normality.” Seduction is fundamentally art; the art of playing director, composer and actor to the psyche of the woman, which is a chaotic canvas of emotion and confusion. Remember; it is a shadow realm, and it is all the very colorful shades of life that make it so wonderful.
Example: When you bluntly ask a girl out, there is no art. Do you wonder why no man can say “Hi, my name is _________. I think you are beautiful and interesting. Let’s go see if we click over a dinner or coffee” and have positive results? It is because there are no shadows where wonder, possibilities, anticipation or dread may lay in wait. It is too bright and sunny, with the so very harsh glaring lighting of a dead dry desert. It is scorched, parched and devoid of vivid wondrous life.
If there is one thing I understand in this world, my friend, it is women. And I can tell you this, above all other things; there is no greater aphrodisiac then creativity.
