Female Privilege

Dante is a good friend of Patrice. I thought I’d post this as a follow up to the Patrice post. This is a copied post from Cringe Humor.com.


I was on stage recently and I asked a question to a women in the audience. Is it true that a woman knows that she’s going to sleep with a guy when she first meets him? I also asked aproximately how long does it take for a lady to know this.

Now before I give the answer they gave me, I’d like to give you the background on this cautionary tale. Let me first say that I was at Times square Comedy Club on 42nd and 8th. There is a reason why I mention this. If you know where the club resides, you know there is a large tourist population in the area. It’s not unlikely to have a German couple, a Dutch family, a group of girls from Australia, 3 guy’s from Denmark, another couple from Bavaria, 6 Puerto Ricans from the Bronx, an older couple from Brooklyn, 2 Dominican couples from Washington Heights, and a lesbian couple from Queens – true story!

I mention that because I really want you to understand that the opinions expressed are not only real, but they are international. Even though the women in the room were culturally thousands of miles away, they all were of the same accord.

Now I truly understand that there are exceptions to every rule, as I am a large tattooed black man who has never been to jail. I never said I didn’t do things that maybe should have landed me there, but nonetheless I never got caught…but I digress.

I get it, all woman are not the same – a point that I am presently accepting but battle with daily…Anyway, the answer I received from the white woman in the interracial African and Caucasian couple (from Ohio) said this; “A woman knows soon after you open your mouth whether she wants to sleep with you but then he has to earn it!” Wow! How amazing that statement was coming out of an older woman in her late forties who is clearly unattractive, if not borderline ugly. The thing that really startled me was the arrogant tone she spoke, as if she clearly didn’t own a mirror or a calendar. It dawned on me in that moment that the level of delusion on that topic existed among women across the globe was staggering. This problem is a bigger than terrorism, although very similar. I say across the globe, because as she spoke the women in the room erupted in a tsunami of agreement while each adding their own 2 cents. All they while they were explaining what a woman does after she decides if you’re worthy of her vaginal anointment. Each addition was slightly different from Rotterdam to Rhode Island. Yet they all were in accordance with the fact that we as men were privileged to have sex with them. Really? Privileged!?

Privileged to pay our car note and our insurance so we have something to pick you up in. Privileged to spend the date being stressed but alert, ready to make conversation, all while being witty and flexible. Carrying out the evening’s itinerary with great thought that we planned in hopes of keeping you interested. Privileged to put gas in my vehicle at $4 a gallon and use it up at the whim of your desire of course culminating in driving and dropping you off at whole out of MY way. Privileged to pay for dinner drinks and desert at a place way overpriced. Despite that, she may ungratefully dislike the place because a struggling student waiting tables (and living in a roach filled room) is trying to do better in life and might have brought the spring rolls out on time. I go through all of this hoping I had done everything right for my “audition.” Hopefully I’ll get the call back from her.

When I’m done contemplating my losses, I tally them in my head. What did it cost to me? I came up with a rough figure consisting of insurance, gas, time, aggravation, wit and chicken wings. I came up with $13,632. Boy, do I feel privileged.

As I explained to the hoard of arrogant vaginas how I came up with the figure, I was advised by the Dominican lesbians: “then why don’t just get a hooker?” she said in a rebuttal. I thought to myself that’s the first thing they said that made sense. I get it.

It’s just not that simple. We as men want companionship and love, just not at the cost of losing ourselves with an arrogancy that feels like ungratefulness. We don’t mind the $13,632 if we are appreciated. Then we can move the relationship forward so we can get engaged at the cost 3 months salary for the ring. The payoff is spending the rest of my life taking care of you and not sleeping with other women.


6 Comments on “Female Privilege”

  1. Esquire says:

    I think Patrice puts it quite well talking about, if a girl is forcing him to give up time out of his day he doesn’t want to give, that that is raping his time. The wording might be a little strong to add shocked laughs to it but the sentiment is fair enough.

    A man is after sex and female affection. A woman (although obviously still enjoying sex) want him to give up his time for her and make her feel good in his presence.

    For me as a younger guy still at university, this works out great. I had a girl come round the other day who gave me a blowjob and then left(within the hour ish) purely because she enjoys my company and knew what i was expecting in return. I’m not really looking forward to discovering the apparently apocalyptic wasteland of female/male social dynamics that awaits me beyond. But maybe the rules don’t change so much and my success will only go up. A dim picture is painted in the manosphere, and whilst I see it sometimes, I count myself pretty lucky to have found myself in the company of mostly very feminine girls.

    • dannyfrom504 says:

      You’ll find that once you get into your 30’s, girls become a non-issue in your life.

      So if you’re pulling well now, just enjoy it and kick back. It only gets better as you get older.

      Remember, women are the gate-keepers of sex. Men control the time and commitment card. Play your hand well as most women will give up the sex to a guy with decent game.

      Trust me on this one. Lol.

      Sent from my iPhone

      • Esquire says:

        Yeah you mentioned that before. Only thing is I’m still 21 and I’m still chasing. Well, not chasing, but still definitely in pursuit. And who doesn’t love to hunt!

  2. resrieg says:

    I realize that this isn’t the point of the post and that the differences in women’s opinions has already been addressed, but I definitely do not agree with the statement that women immediately know if they are going to sleep with a guy. Way too much information, as gathered by observation and interactions, goes into that decision for it to be instantaneous.

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