What Men Should Know About Women Before They Make a Move

Here’s another great pot from one of my female followers. Thank you! I thought it was worth sharing.

Enjoy!

 

Women…we are beautiful creatures, because we make this world beautiful and colorful.

What men should know about women before they make a move

Men believe that we are from another planet, since our thoughts and characters are completely different from each other. And they are kind of right…

Women do not know what it means to be “normal”.

We just know what it means to be “ourselves”. Some men (and maybe even most men) do not know how to build a happy and lasting relationship with women. What is the reason?

They prefer to look at our beautiful surfaces, but not on our souls. They do not know what we are on the inside.

Moreover, they do not want to know us better. Too difficult for them.

What men should know about women before they make a move

What does a woman need?

Every woman wants to love and be loved. Love gives us wings… and we do not want anyone to break them.

We want reciprocity in a relationship with a man – spiritual, physical, mental.

We do not want to be used by men in their own interests.

We want pure love, but not a one night stand.

Do you know what our mistake is? We all are too gullible. Therefore, many women make mistakes, linking their lives with the wrong men. We open up, but they break our wings… A woman is ready to love wholeheartedly and give everything to her man. If you are a player, you do not deserve to be with this woman.

To be with a woman is not so difficult, you just need to swim in the same flow with her. You must be her own supporter and defender.

You must listen to her… even her crazy stories. Every woman dreams of her own superhero. So what’s stopping you from becoming it? Just feel her love, and let her feel your love too. Be her Superman.

All women are unique. But we are bound by one thing – we want to be loved and happy. We are not pets that do not live their own lives. We should not justify your expectations, men. We are who we are. Just try to see something more than a beautiful surface. And you will be happy.

What men should know about women before they make a move

“Imagine meeting someone who understood even the dustiest corners of your mixed-up soul” – Unknown.

We all should want everyone to know and experience true love. It is out there for everyone and until it knocks on your door we are here to remind you that you deserve the best love! You can help us spread this love by sharing this with those around you and letting us know what you think in the comments below.

 

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Ambria – Chapter 13 – Atlantic City – Part I

I got a text from Ambria on Friday asking if I would still be willing to be her “travel companion” to AC on Sunday evening.

I told her that I certainly was.

I worked at the salon on Sunday, (like always) and finished around 4:30. I had a bag packed and was ready to go. But then I remembered that Ambria wouldn’t get done until 7:30. She told me she asked if she could skip out a little early, but that was a no go.

So I stopped at the liquor store and picked up some party favors for the next two days. I put them into my bag and went home. I figured if she didn’t get done until 7:30 she wouldn’t get to down to Philly until 8:30.  So what was I supposed to do for the next 3 hours? Netflix and cocktails?

Done.

So I settled in front of my laptop and lit a cig. I burned a candle and opened the windows so as to not smoke out the place. I was a little nervous about going to the shore for two days with Ambria. I liked her well enough and thought she was a chill girl. But I was just having some initial mission jitters. I knew a little alcohol would knock the edge off of that problem. It would also pass the time so it wouldn’t feel like I was waiting as long as I thought I’d be.

I didn’t get a text from her until 9:30! It was going to be a long night. She pulls up in her Jeep a block away and I hop in with my bag. She apologizes for being so late, but I have a decent buzz on and I’m fine with it all.

She tells me she likes to take the Black Horse Pike to AC and I’m a fan. Like the rest of the world I take the Atlantic City Expressway and the Garden State Parkway only because they are fastest and shortest route to the shore points, but I like this better because we’re in no rush even at this late hour. It’s Sunday, so all of the tourists already took off to the shore on Thursday night or Friday, so there shouldn’t be any traffic. The traffic is always the worst part of going to the shore, hands down. If you leave when everybody else goes it’s a nightmare. If you come back when everybody comes back to Philly, second nightmare. Just endless tail lights for miles. Too many cars and not enough road.

But like I said, it’s late now and everybody’s already down there so we should be good. Ambria looks beautiful and I’m happy to see my baby. It’s a cool Jeep and she handles it well. It’s a stick and I dig a girl who can handle a 5 speed. She’s a good driver and I’m very calm and happy.

She says she likes taking the old routes to the shore because you can always stop along the way. Stretch your legs, hit a Wawa or a diner and most important, a liquor store for treats.

She tells me last night was a late night at the hospital and she barely had time to go to the store and pack, but she tells me she’s good. She has a bottle of Chardonnay, (Which she bought for me because she knows that’s what I drink when I’m with her) I like that. She also has a bottle of some sort of crazy mango/peach flavored vodka that’s like 70 proof and shit I never drink. But girls like that stuff.

I tell her I’ve packed a 1.75 bottle of Platinum 7X Vodka and a liter of club soda, so we have nothing to worry about in the booze department. Ambria is happy that I’ve brought party favors.

It’s been a very long time since I went to the shore this way on these “back roads” but I dig all the sites. All of the old roadside places, and a million places to stop if you want anything from fresh fruit at a stand to fast food, or a crazy diner. I dig Americana so I’m delighted by this route.

We stop at a Wawa on the way and both hit the restroom. I need to eat, so I get a sandwich, chips, a soda and some Tastycakes. (A Philly tradition!) She grabs a coffee and a bag of ice. I love this girl.

We’re back on the road and the time is passing just right. I’m happy to be with her and grateful to be on this journey with lovely Ambria.

I think about what’s happening here. I’ve been in a relationship with my girlfriend, Cherie for 8 months. I love her very much. I know our schedules are crazy busy and conflicted. She has so much on her plate right now, I’m sure she’s stressed out. I actually hope she’s doing something fun for the 4th of July with friends and family as the red Jeep rolls towards its destination. The destination that was inevitable. Did I start seeing Ambria to fill in the blanks when I can’t be with my love, Cherie?

No. I’m fine with my relationship with Cherie. I did this because I write a dating blog and I could. But Ambria isn’t just another suck date that I’m bored out of my mind going out with. I really like Ambria. I love them both equally in different ways.

I know when she asked me what I was doing for Independence Day she had a plan. I’ve known it for a while. We talked about sex and our mutual attraction on our second date at El Rey and the Ranstead Room. That was some hot magic. There was real chemistry there. But I told her I wanted to wait and get to know her, but she had already made up her mind. That’s what a woman does. They know. Once a woman makes up her mind that you’re a candidate, it’s not a matter of if, it’s just a matter of when.

Traffic is light. The highway before me is wide open. Like lovely Ambria’s caramel thighs in the coming days. (No pun intended)  I sort of don’t have a choice here. Once I agreed to being her “traveling companion” this holiday weekend, I committed to following through what she has been wanting for so long. Once I agreed to this two-day jaunt I knew we would consummate our relationship. It was an opportunity for her to make the sex happen.

She made jokes earlier in the week about me staying at her condo at the beach with her. Her sleeping in her bed and me crashing on her couch. Funny, but I knew she had already decided and planned on this happening some time ago. And don’t get me wrong here, I am far from the victim here.

You can’t rape the willing.

 

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