(02-02-2014 05:14 AM)DirectDanger Wrote: - There bodies just shit out a 7 pound human being. It is obviously not in the same taught condition is was before.
- The chance for drama is 10x greater. She has a mouth to feed and that means they will do fucked up shit.
I just happen to prefer young, petite, innocent, happy girls.
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Fuck... I need a drink bro." was the first thing he said as he walked in the dorm room, his shoulders were down and looked defeated.
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What's wrong brother?" I asked him with concern.
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Jan's driving me nuts... I'll never understand women. Fuck this shit, bro." He sat down between the circle of brothers on one of the two beds in the room and grabbed the Tanduay ESQ Rum and the Liter Coke bottle that we'd been passing around that afternoon to end the school day properly. None of us had much in the way of money, so we'd all chip in and buy our favorite Rum-Coke combo. It was a simple time and a different culture in University of the Philippines during those days. We'd drink right out of the bottle in camaraderie. I wasn't much of a drinker, but the truth of it is that the alcohol was just an excuse to sit down and share stories and debates and advice with people whose trust in each other has been earned. Every man should have a brotherhood, in one way or another. Alfred certainly looked like he could use his bros today.
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You guys had another fight?" one of the other guys deduced. Alfred nodded. "
I think she's going batshit crazy. We've been arguing for a couple of weeks now."
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That's why you shouldn't date older chicks" another chimed in. At 24, Jan was a senior taking Agricultural Business Management. Alfred was barely a sophomore and had just turned 19. They'd met half a year ago in a Humanities class they shared.
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What the fuck does that have to do with anything?!" he snapped. Clearly, he was pissed and needed to get things out of his system. That's what we were there for.
The room was silent.
I was trying to think of what to say to break the tension. Every second passing by was eroding what was left of his self esteem. After an eternity, a ringing voice announced to the room:
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Women are like a basketball game."
Everyone turned to give way to Isko. He'd been a brother since '92 and was by far the oldest and most experienced of us here. When I was initiated into the Frat in '98 as a freshman, Isko was already a father figure to most of the brothers. His exploits in smashing girls was well know. Shit, he was currently boning a cute, doe-eyed freshman. Even Alfred, who joined a year after me, was well aware of Isko's reputation around the campus.
Now I don't know what it is about my fellow Filipinos and basketball. Personally, I couldn't care less about the sport, but then again, I wasn't your average Filipino. It seems to me that the whole country is in love with this sport. It's hard to imagine why, given the average stature of Filipinos are about 5'6. But if there's anything I've learned, it's to keep an open mind and to absorb wisdom-moments like these that Isko was about to dole out.
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I like dating younger women, especially before they hit 20. It's like they are in the First Quarter of a basketball game. No one is yet a clear winner and whatever the situation currently is, there's a lot of time to catch up and turn the game around. It's okay for them to risk those three-pointers. It's okay for them to experiment and play around. When the opponent steals the ball, it's fine. Still waaay too early in the game and there's plenty of room for mistakes."
You could see the spark in the brothers' eyes as the connection was being made.
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When a chick hits her early 20's the game suddenly changes. She's in the Second Quarter now and it's getting more serious. She isn't as playful as she used to be when she was a teenager. Her game is on. She has the Second and Third Quarter to win this match. She has more attitude now. She tolerates less fuck ups now. She is more driven now and intends to make it known." imitating a chick's voice, he says "
Don't mess with me, punk!" with a shake of his head sideways in the way sassy women do, that they think is sooo attractive.
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As she gets closer to 30, all hell breaks loose. The Third quarter is usually what makes or breaks a game. She is playing for keeps now. All or nothing. She pulls every dirty trick she knows, she's gotta win this game of life and get a kid with a rich husband and settle down into a life of luxury. Her biological game clock is ticking and it's not being very kind to her."
Alfred was starting to see. We all were.
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Usually, when a woman makes it past her 30 mark, she starts to mellow out a bit. In the Fourth Quarter of most games, you pretty much know if you're going to win or not. You pretty much know if your decisions were beneficial or if they set you back. You either have kids by now and are living your dreams with your provider or you're still single, can't land a guy and maybe you even have kids and are trying hard to make a living. It's garbage time now. The clock is still ticking, but if you're 20 points or more behind, there is no hope of winning. Now you're just playing to end the game. I've met some really cool, older Filipinas whom I've had unbelievably amazing sex with. These ones knew that they've already 'lost the match' and so, they're only playing in garbage time and have learned to accept their fate."
We all were nodding as we let it sink in.
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Personally, given the choice of these quarters... I'd prefer girls in their First Quarter. They play around more and love to experiment with different things. They defer to me in their inexperience and I can show them exactly how I like my blowjobs. They are more open and malleable in learning how to purse their lips and lovingly kiss my cockhead and to open their mouths in a half smile to drive me over the edge so I can shoot my load within those sexy, young lips."
The room roared in laughter! We passed the Rum and Coke with more fervor and took hearty swigs from it. These were the days we lived for!
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And whatever else you do, don't date a girl with a kid and don't give your girl one until you are ready or you will drastically change your life."
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Why's that?" someone else asked.
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Think about it." Isko patiently replied. "
A girl with a kid is proof that she is fertile. What if your condom broke, or you believe her when she says she's on the pill or her period or whatever the case may be... and you have an 'accident' and come inside her? A girl that has a kid has somewhat anatomically evolved to be able to produce more. Remember, all living things have two major functions. Survival and Replication." He should know. Isko was a Biology major. "
My best advice for you, brother Alfred, is to live life for yourself and on your own terms. Do not make changes just for her sake. If she breaks up with you, stand tall and keep going forward. A man is built to be independent. It is the woman who needs you. Should your relationship end, take a few days in the company of your brothers. Drink, cry, laugh and get her out of your system and move forward."
A week later, she broke up with him. Today, he has four kids he loves and is considering marrying their mom, a girl much younger than himself and a hell of a lot prettier than Jan ever was.