REBUTTAL FROM A FEMALE PLAYER

REBUTTAL FROM A VAMPIRE PLAYGIRL

 

“Just finished visiting your journal

http://journals.aol.com/silentfastdeep/HundredGirls/

and thoroughly enjoyed it!  I especially enjoyed the “Player” section; however, I would have to disagree with you on the “Female Player” analysis.  You portray her as a sniveling insecure individual who with such low self-esteem from past relationships with family or men, lowers herself to entertain substandard partners.  As a matter of fact you even presume that she was dumped and not the dumper?  You also make assumptions that she is aloof because she is hurting or afraid of commitment?  I do not call this type of women a player… she is pathetic.  I think there is a difference.  Let me give you a little twist on what I consider a female player to be:

 

 

I am very independent, attractive, successful, and secure,  I have been and would invite a lasting committed relationship should the right person come along.  I love life and men!  I do not want just one man in my life at this time… I am having way too much fun!  Excavation Boy thinks I am the sexiest girl he has ever met and likes to hang out, play pool, watch sports and kiss me like I’m on fire.  Attorney for the Defense Boy thinks that I am the epitome of old school class and charm.  We have educated and deep discussions over elegant dinners and moonlit nights.   Business Boy is spiritual yet earthy.  He writes me poems and we spend a lot of time outdoors rolling in the grass and contemplating philosophical topics.  Environmentalist Boy is the perfect example that chivalry still exists.  Let’s not forget the foreign guys.  Oo la la!  I love the Latin boys!  Italianos are my very favorite!  The Hungarians are so aggressive and I love their accents! Very John Claude-ish!  And the Greeks, who could forget them!

 

I could go on, but you get the picture.  I love my life and I love living it.  I love to meet new people and especially interesting men.  No one man can be everything, so I chose to juggle many.  Am I a player?  I get out when it gets too serious, boring, or they start to bring drama to the relationship.  I never complain or bitch and I take full responsibility for all my actions.  I make every one of them feel like he is the only man on earth.  I do not talk about the others.  The only thing that I expect out of anyone is respect.  There are many fantastic men out there and I just want to spend a little time with each of them.  Maybe I will find “Mr. Right” or “Mr. All-in-one” but for now I am happy.  And if I grow old by myself, that is okay also, because I am not afraid to be alone.

 

Life is moments and I want to live the fullest life I can.  I want to taste life.  Roll it around in my mouth and over my tongue!  I want my eyes to see all the beauty that the world has to offer.  I want my ears to hear the sweet nothings whispered into them, the passionate sounds during sex, the sweet melody of music in the air of a  summer night.  I want to smell that soapy fresh smell of a man when he steps out of the shower, the smell of sex on a hot afternoon, of stale beer and cigarettes in a nicely worn jazz bar.  I want to watch the reaction of a man when he is nervous around me on our date, or the look of complete desire and lust after I just finished kissing him for the first time.

 

Call me the vampire…I do not find them, they find me, and I go to them, sucking in the most seductive way possible parts of them, parts of who they are into me.  Like the vampire lore these men are happy to come and give pieces of themselves and their lives.  And I feed off it, off this incredible gift of life.

 

I support myself and do very well.  I expect no financial gifts from my men.  I pay my own way when appropriate.  I do not have sex with all of these men, only a select few when the timing, passion, and mood hits me.”