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Dear Gentle Reader,
Tis not often a man replies in writing to Miss Angela. Which lack of such types of manly action spawned Miss Angela's Most-Excellent Old-Fashioned Yet Modern Advice for Men on Asking a Woman for a Date column in the first place.
As you can see with this photographic proof, such a reply did come and it came within four hours of her sharing that column on Facebook.
Miss Angela shall break down the man's reply for her gentle readers.
The Man: Maybe Mizz Angela shouldn’t be so quick to walk away, laughing.
Miss Angela: As you can tell, The Man has a problem, not with the walking away, but with the laughing while doing it. We know the laughing is the part he is most upset about because at the end he emphasizes the word laughing setting it off by itself with a comma. This tells Miss Angela that The Man is used to being walked away from.
The Man: See, the guy who might have some real interest is going to be patient, and really gauge the situation.
Miss Angela: They don't call this The War Between the Sexes for no good reason. The man needs to understand that this is war. This war consists of full-scale planned battles that end with marriage and kids and mortgages, when younger, or when expecting ill-health, the search for and acquisition of a nurse and/or a purse.
For others, this war is also made up of episodes of irregular and unpremeditated fighting — skirmishes, if you will, or dates — whose sole purpose is to spend some pleasant time in an activity upon which they both agree. During this time the man may seem to be engaging in witty conversation for witty conversation's sake. This is merely a ruse, a ploy, a misdirection because the man is usually trying to figure out what it will take to get the woman to peel off her panties while he is in the same room.
Any man who says otherwise is flat-out lying.
Further, do not mistake patience with hesitation. Patience is a deliberate action taken upon assessing the need for slowing down. Hesitation comes from being unsure of what next to do.
It is this unsure hesitation that chaps the female boohiney. In the trenches, one does not want to be beside someone searching for his ammo or asking to borrow yours.
The Man: To a man, time is valuable, and not to be wasted on trollops and foolishness.
Miss Angela: In this statement, Miss Angela sees so many opportunities to get snarky. But Miss Angela is a lady, a gentlewoman, and will not resort to such as that. She will say, though, that her vast experience with watching who men choose is just the opposite.
Men like foolishness and adore trollops.
Why is that? Simple. Based upon the concepts of the path of least resistance and water will find its own level, it takes a lot less work to impress such a female, and it is almost a certainty there will be no effort on his part to peel those panties and get to the goodies.
If he can convince her it is all her idea then the better for him. He might employ such phrases as "I believe all women are strong" or "I'm a committed feminist." Females who do not fall for those lines from a man usually wear pussy hats and wear pasties in public while daring misogynists with badges to arrest her, or are women who never looked to social-engineering programs to give her strength in the first place.
If he can convince her it is all her idea then the better for him. He might employ such phrases as "I believe all women are strong" or "I'm a committed feminist." Females who do not fall for those lines from a man usually wear pussy hats and wear pasties in public while daring misogynists with badges to arrest her, or are women who never looked to social-engineering programs to give her strength in the first place.
The Man: Now, Mr. Fast Hand will come right on out with the invite, because it’s a numbers game, and rejection is just a part of it.
Miss Angela: Dear Heavenly Father, give Miss Angela strength! Does The Man not know that rejection is part of every man's experience whether he hesitates like the wimp he is or puts the whang-dang-doo-whoppy on the woman if he's a "Mr. Fast Hand"?
Does The Man truly believe that at any time it isn't a numbers game for any man or woman? He must because his statement implies that it isn't a numbers game for the man with patience.
Bull. Crap.
Miss Angela apologizes for the use of such crude language, but she will explain that this two-word reply is the shorter version of what she first uttered, and which is unprintable, and thus the better choice.
The Man: The real man will be sure that both of you know the answer, before he asks the question.
Miss Angela: *&%# !+ ^@ $$$*%. Which is why men prefer foolishness and trollops.
Miss Angela can tell you, Dear Gentle Reader, that when it comes to men, there is no play book. She has been patient — and thus tortured. She has come out directly: "If you're looking for [fill in category here], that's not me." — and been called a ball-breaking bitch.
In all cases, these men end up with foolishness and trollops. How does Miss Angela know this? Because Miss Angela sees the men again and they say, "Oh, Miss Angela, why oh why do I keep picking foolishness and trollops? Miss Angela, do you know what she did?"
To which Miss Angela replies, "Spent all your money, beat up your ego, then said goodbye?"
To which the men say, "How did you know?"
Such laments are usually followed up with, "If you knew she was going to use me and abuse me —" and here is where it gets amusing for Miss Angela — "why didn't you say something and stop me?"
Miss Angela has often replied, "Look, if giving away all your money is what you wanted to do, why didn't you give it to me by investing in my SaaS that will protect and defend intellectual property rights for creatives? At least that loss would be tax deductible."
Anyway, it's not like Miss Angela has that power. But even if Miss Angela did, she wants a real man. One who can think for himself. One who is responsible for himself.
One who doesn't blame Miss Angela for all his troubles and that's all Miss Angela is going to say about that.
Miss Angela can tell you, Dear Gentle Reader, that when it comes to men, there is no play book. She has been patient — and thus tortured. She has come out directly: "If you're looking for [fill in category here], that's not me." — and been called a ball-breaking bitch.
In all cases, these men end up with foolishness and trollops. How does Miss Angela know this? Because Miss Angela sees the men again and they say, "Oh, Miss Angela, why oh why do I keep picking foolishness and trollops? Miss Angela, do you know what she did?"
To which Miss Angela replies, "Spent all your money, beat up your ego, then said goodbye?"
To which the men say, "How did you know?"
Such laments are usually followed up with, "If you knew she was going to use me and abuse me —" and here is where it gets amusing for Miss Angela — "why didn't you say something and stop me?"
Miss Angela has often replied, "Look, if giving away all your money is what you wanted to do, why didn't you give it to me by investing in my SaaS that will protect and defend intellectual property rights for creatives? At least that loss would be tax deductible."
Anyway, it's not like Miss Angela has that power. But even if Miss Angela did, she wants a real man. One who can think for himself. One who is responsible for himself.
One who doesn't blame Miss Angela for all his troubles and that's all Miss Angela is going to say about that.
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