It’s no secret that sometimes women find me attractive. It’s not just because of how I look but because of how I think as well. I have immaculate attention to detail and when I’m not paying too much detail that’s on purpose. I do it so that she can’t quite figure out why I’m able to turn her on but forget such an integral part of it all. How come you know the answer but when I check your work it’s wrong? I think that it’s because I’m a student of the anti. What is the anti? The anti is the exact opposite of you, or opposite of everything you find attractive.
Who knows why women are attracted to the things that are attracted to. It’s a question I’m sure most people spend too much time worrying about. She may be attracted to a guy who treats her like a princess, but her anti is the guy who treats her like a frog. When a woman is so used to being treated a certain way treating her the exact opposite becomes her challenge. We all like a challenge, a fight, a battle, an accomplishment. I like them too. Men like women they can control, submissive, predictable and vulnerable. But introduce a man to a woman that he can’t control or figure out and it drives him wild. He’s hooked and he can’t figure out why.
Hypothetically, I wonder why this girl is attracted to me. She gives me that look, the one where she looks into my eyes and tries to figure out what I’m thinking next so that she can figure out my patterns and make a guess as to my sense of logic or thought process. I realize that she is a control freak. She is also the type of person who likes to walk over her men and tell them what to do on her schedule. She says, “I am the princess and you must treat me like a princess. If the princess would like strawberries, go find strawberries. And this is the way the world works.”
My reply, “Shut up and sit down.”
She should be offended, but she’s not. She’s intrigued because most guys always give her what she wants. They will persevere through rain, sleet or snow to find strawberries. As for me, she will wait until I get good and ready to go find some strawberries. In fact, most of her tantrums end with being shut down. When she wants to stand, I tell her to sit and be quiet. When she wants to stay, I tell her it’s time to leave. When she says she likes to be treated like a lady in bed, I treat her like a prostitute. And I am consistent and unwavering.
She likes spontaneity but this reaction, the exact opposite of what she has always gotten intrigues her and causes her to wonder why. I’ve gone from being an open book to a 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzle that she can’t take her eyes off. I’ve begun to tame the shrew.
And to think it all began with, “Shut up and sit down.”
But this isn’t so different than when you find that a girl can’t leave that guy who won’t treat her right alone. He’s her anti. He’s everything she doesn’t want in a guy, but everything she wants to defeat. As much as men try to tame the shrew, women want to tame their beast. I’ve had my fair share on anti’s. I used to only go after the girl that everyone said wouldn’t give me the time of day. “She doesn’t give out her number; you don’t have a chance.” That was my type. I’d get that look in my eyes similar to the scene from the “Best Man” when Quentin goes after Shelby after she fights off the garter. I’d like to think I always got mine.