Random: Sex Lies and Rinsing Guys part 4
The funniest thing has happened since this show was aired earlier this week. I wrote a few blogs on the subject which is something we women have been aware of for a long time but most of us avoid as a distasteful practise done by social climbers who think labels are to be worshipped. Bless them they don’t know that real money isn’t a rental property and stilt walking around Mansfield. But then the feedback was strange. See here for the comments.
Firstly some of you have erroneously come to the conclusion that either I have aspirations as a rinser or that I am jealous of rinsers. Purlease! If ever I decided to use my manipulation skills for evil I would do better than £30 earrings from Calvin Klein. I just have no desire to entertain men I consider to be stupid or vulnerable. Karma is a bitch, I’m in a dating recession so I REALLY can’t afford to take any risks.
Secondly some men have decided that this is the call to arms they needed to tighten the hold on their purses. Always suspicious of women who never pay for anything and yet offer nothing I think this silly programme highlighted their worst fears and now we must all start negotiating how dates are going to pan out financially. Trust me there are going to be battle lines drawn with both having to place their budgets next to their napkins in advance.
And thirdly a guy who had been rinsed for a pair of shoes told me why he did it. Apparently he has a thing for pleasing people and a picture of her in the shoes was nice and all but he just got turned on by buying them and at the thought of her wearing something he had bought. I guess I get it. Like when someone does something just for you and it’s between the two of you there is something about that which is emotive. Sexually emotive I’m not so sure but we all have different sexual triggers. This is just another one.
I really don’t know. It’s too complicated for my mind and I’ve never gotten anything worthwhile so clearly I’m not a natural. But he did say she was tiny and it was like dressing a Barbie doll. A size 3 shoe? Yes I can see how that would work. There is something playful but also a strange power dynamic to it all. We won’t go into the child like implications as I don’t think many consider that there is a thin Fraudian line there.
But I’ve rinsed this topic of rinsing and so on that note am out to explore other worlds of going out and sex etiquette beginning with the letter F. Oh and if anyone cares, I’m a size 6 shoe, 8 dress. 😉
© Chelsea Black