I'm not married but I can definately see a "rimbaud effect" with women. It seems like when I've been in a relationship often women seem more interested in me. I'm not completely sure this is due to just women being competitive as I've noticed even when I'm not with my girlfriend I seem to have more interest.
We are all eagerly awaiting Deckard's post in this thread in which he will relate how all of us "whipper-snappers" can't compare to his dominant performance of years past. Successful with women? Deckard wasn't just successful - he was masterful. Dominant. The Ghengis Khan of female conquests. And don't you young punks forget it.
He also had a super-dog IIRC. I even seem to remember his variant of Lassie also enabled him to further rake in the booty.
Fellas, fellas, fellas. It's called Sex Panther, by Odeon. It's illegal in 9 countries. Yep, it's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good. They've done studies. 60% of the time, it works every time.
The last part of your post makes it sound like you have engaged in some extramarital activity, but then again, knowing you and your crypticness - that last part was probably intentional to raise some eyebrows.
To answer the question, I was not very good with women when I was single. Then I got married and I have noticed that women seem to be more interested in me. However, unlike rimmy I do have a moral compass; yet I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I had decided to pursue some of these trysts. But I agree that if you come across as confident and unavailable, you have a better shot at women. Something that helped me, I felt, was getting into the gym and working out on a regular basis.
When single, I was terrible at the clubs and I did not like trying to talk to gals I didn't know. However, I had a fair amount of success turning co-workers/casual friends/friends of friends. My DC years before I met Mrs. rimrocker (86-91) were glorious... DC is a great single town, what with so many young resume punchers dropping by for a year or two before heading back home. The dynamics of the town fit my skills well. I would have been significantly less successful if I had been living in, say, Dallas. If you're young and single and have a modicum of intelligence, go to DC... it's a veritable smorgasbord.
Well played, sir. I will rep you for that. Manny, just because you are always confused doesn't mean it is me that is cryptic. I would never do anything my wife didn't want me to do, though.
Guys, after that I'm just going to kick back and bask in the glow. You have done my work for me. By the way, the owl was found on the ground along the bayou by UH, the side with the Weingarten mansion (which is owned by friends of mine, or was, and where we had amazing parties back in the day. Bubble Puppy was a regular, being friends of my friends. Very nice guys and sometimes they played just for the hell of it). Apparently, he'd fallen from a nest in a tree. He was a grey horned owl. My friend and his lady tried to take care of him, but had a baby taking up their time, so I was asked if I'd take him on. Just luck, Invisible Fan, but he's how I met my future wife. The super-dog? That would be The Wonder Dog, who I had years before Chump the Owl and while I had Chump, being a discriminating dog, who figured my friends were his friends (so he didn't eat him when he was flying around my garage apartment... hopping and then flying, when he was older). He went everywhere with me, was never on a leash, and was literally a babe magnet. He loved the women and always went up to the best chicks at the park or at a party. Yeah, I was happy with my luck with the ladies. I won't bore everyone with stories already heard, but I'll say those were groovy days, concerts cost $3 to $6 bucks for all the legends who were around in the late '60's and early '70's, clubs were cheap to get into and stuff to drink, if that was your bump of choice, was cheap as well. Hell, everything was cheap. It was more fun than a human being should be allowed to have.
Nope, but I did have hair down to the middle of my back. Chicks back then found that attractive. Times were different, to say the least, and I had hair.
