Men again

Men. Again. They're so simple. Even the ones with the Dr. title, the ones with so many letters after their family name. Letters don't mean very much. Perhaps they mean a lot in the job stakes, or as these men like to be called, in the 'profession' stakes. Otherwise, they don't really matter. Although I must admit I prefer a lettered-guy than the gardener. Because being the gardener's lover is not exactly going to get you into the Cosmo gossip column. I don't think it really is for status reasons, but more for the fact that guys who have exercised their brain quite a bit are more interesting. They have more imagination, they are more gullible, they are more open to mind screwing before progressing onto anything else. And when you've dangerously dabbled with a man's mind successfully, then he's yours for keeps. No matter the ties. Not even if he has a harem and twenty-six kids. If a man really wants a woman... he'll have her. Or she'll have him. One man actually gave up the throne to be with the woman he wanted. That's one big lesson. And he's not the only one. When you're a young girl it's easy to lure in the bait. You're young and that is just what lettered man want... youth, their youth. So since they cannot turn back their clock they try living off your youth. When you get to thirty-something, then you put your brain to work. You learn to shock them, coax them, in a very dirty way. But all's fair in love and war. So you learn to rub their ego instead of their something else because this time round you're classier. You learn, and you learn fast. And you blow their minds, make them feel important, trick them into letting them have all the power and control they want. And they will never look back again, or sideways, or north, south, east and west. It's always been a girl's world out there, we just let men think otherwise. And it's so good. Doctors are so easily doctored, and the multi lettering transformed into primitiveness.