Women are sketched as gold diggers in the quest of a precise breed of men for financial gain. The women are portrayed as vultures wanting impassioned relations for material gain. This refers to bi-lateral trade, investment and mutually beneficial relations. Al thou this does not apply to all women but a different breed of them. They are the one USING these fine men for political, personal and monetary gain. Women who swindle men on-line are often doing it for monetary gain or profit....Mens sexual desire for women can be misused by women for financial gain, reducing men to an animistic height in the operation. And they fail to see their own truth within themselves and constantly see their way of thought in other women around them. They fail to see the inner truth of themselves and often pot ray themselves to be the crystal clean women. Next time anyone accuses you to be a gold digger, do not react and simply forgive them as they are sick themselves and fail to see a doctor to heal their disease... These mercenarys and Queen Bees are definitely not emotional as to them emotions do not rule here.. Its the MIND v/s BODY. (http://www.facebook.com/note.php?created&¬e id=10150182317925312">Increasingly, women are using the Net and online dating websites... Men use women for little other than sexual satisfaction, and women use men almost entirely formonetary or social gain. The guys are just mostly morally bad while the majority the women are black widows - manipulating and using men formonetary and personal gain. I hope that says something more about our society. Take this Article as a warning: there are women out there who use men. Although you almost never hear about it in the conventional media, men should be aware that there is a relevant percentage of women out there who have no ethical conflict whatsoever with the idea of using men for prefers while prompting them with false hopes of intimacy.
Mercenary v/s Queen Bee What differentiates The Mercenary from The Queen Bee, is that there is, no matter how hollow and insignificant it may be, some tangible form of reciprocity given for the treats that she gets. She does get intimate with her victim. Although once a bond has been signed, i.e., marriage, live in relationship or a compromise treaty, the frequency of the intimacy often declines substantially.
The Mercenary varies from The Queen Bee... The QUEEN BEE in that once she has settled on her mark -- a man who will supply her with INTENSIFIED SOCIAL STATUS, UNLIMITED FINANCIAL RESERVES, AND A LIFE OF RECREATION -- SHE WILL THEN GIVE HER BODY TO HIM AS HER PART OF THE DEAL -- BUT NOT HER HEART. SHE MUST, HOWEVER, PERSUADE HER VICTIM THAT SHE HAS FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM. THATS A CRITICAL PART OF THE CON. These are the kind of women who consider themselves to be of high status family, yield to bitch and go for the social coffees in five stars in search of new victims, loitering around jewellery stores, discussions on their costly purchases, their evergreen attractiveness, their boyfriends, diamonds and very spiteful, conspiring and conniving just to make their position as the famous breed coming from Royalties of Ancient India. They seldom look within themselves and invariably look at others as worthless and inferior, while they forget they are the ones jeered by all behind their backward. This is the HIGH SOCIETY MADAM QUEEN BEE.
AS THESE QUEEN BEES GET AGED, THEY STILL PREFER TO LIVE IN THEIR PALATIAL ILLUSION SPHERE AS MARILYN MONROE...THE QUEEN BEE, ON THE OTHER HAND, USUALLY HAS A MASS OF SEVERAL VARIED MEN WHO PROVIDE HER WITH GOODS AND SERVICES AND TO WHOM SHE NEVER GIVES MORE THAN A PECK ON THE CHEEK. HER GUY PALS GET TO BE HER BUTLER, BANKER, HER GOD FATHER... SO ON AND ON....THE LIST IS ENDLESS...... BUT NONE OF THEM EVER GET TO HAVE A REAL BOND WITH HER.
This stormy seductress plays dumb and acts as if she has no idea that the diverse guys in her orbit are seduced to her, and are waiting and wishing that she will choose them to be her boyfriend. If shes ever asked about her relationship with one of them, shell say, "Oh, hes a really great friend.", this means: "Hes one of my stooges." The ill thing is that this is all flawlessly fine with Ms. "Me." As far as shes apprehensive, theyre all lucky enough to be spending time with her, and they deserve to pay for the privilege. They give. She takes. Thats the relationship. She keeps em coming back for more by being as warm and sweet as sun-drenched beloved on the outside. However, her heart is as cold as a week old corpse. One could bicker that these guys who follow her bidding like bound servants deserve what they get. "In the game of love, there are no victims, only volunteers."
HER LOOKS FOOL YOU
The problem is that these fellows have allowed themselves to be hypnotized into believing that their investment in time, money and energy is winning them points and helping to build the Queen Bees romantic Interest Level in them. However, the opposite is true. The more wheels these guys jump through, the more the chortles with ridicule for them. Some of them wake up and save themselves from more abuse after only a few months of slavery. Others go on for years in a state of ignorance and denial like living zombies.
The way to deal with this dangerous darling is never to be involved with her to begin with, no matter how beautiful she may be. The male sex drive is straightforward and honest. Men are visual. The hot-blooded sexual comeback to the sight of a good-looking young woman has been hard-wired into the masculine brain gratitude to millions of years of progress -- the average guy can no more stop eyeing, desiring and begging to merge than he can stop eating or sleeping. what about women? Just what do they find attractive about men? Read any typical survey and youll be informed that what really turns them on is a sense of hilarity, reliance, thoughtfulness of others, etc., In other words, according to women, all you have to do is to be a nice guy, and theyll come crawling.
TIME FOR REALITY CHECK
Never listen to what a woman says -- always pay attention to what she practically does preferably. The two are quite frequently worlds apart, because women are geniuses at self-deceit and equally skilled at lying to themselves about their own behavior.
Cross-cultural confirmation from different societies constantly reveals that what women really want from men are profitable supplies. These women would be significantly more willing to enter relationships with the more expensively-attired males regardless of the mans physical appearance.
To a woman, and temptation is simple: The color green is very good-looking. And to this the men magnify their status (implying greater earning power) leading to increased sexual activity.
Thus men were forced to rely on such attraction tactics as driving expensive cars, bragging about performances, and accenting the present or future earning power, while females, on the other hand, packaged themselves with make-up, jewel, hairstyles, and shape-revealing clothing.
Queen Bee... the Wealthy woman who surrounds herself with an entourage of young slaves...She is the Queen of Hearts.
Queen Bee Lyrics by Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson
The black, black widow is sittin in the middle of the web,
its the fly she seeks.
You may be her lover but you never will recover, cause
she aint had a bite for weeks.
You think your the same, cause you got the same name,
but the widow has a mobile home.
Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you,
and shes never gonna let you roam.
Shell tuck into bed and truck on your head, then shell
wrap you as a midnight snack.
So if you see a spider, dont you sidle up beside her
Whyd you think the widows wearin black?
Queen bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh
Nothin shell give you, gonna outlive you, uh, uh, uh
But the queen bees never gonna be alone. Uh huh.
Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis and
you knows why hes on his knees.
He may have religion but hes just a sittin pigeon if a
woman even starts to tease.
He wont even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck,
what a way to go.
And now you done and torn it! You been messin with a
hornet, shes a blue-blooded wasp, you know.
And just as you do it, shell inject you with a fluid that you
aint even got but none.
Youre the meat on the plate, not even first rate, shes
gonna feed you to her seventh son.
Just like the Queen Bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own,
Nothin shell give you, gonna outlive you, uh, uh, uh
But the queen bees never gonna be alone. Uh huh. Uh huh.
So, in conclusion, its an optical illusion, if you think that
were the weaker race.
Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle, and the
truth is staring in your face.
The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks, is the
one who brings home the bread.
The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle, need a
woman just to keep them fed.
But come the evenin, were like Adam and his Eve, inside
the garden. Hear the serpents sound?
Its so frustratin, when youre really into matin, and there
aint a lovin man around.
Whoever wrote this story
(its so frustratin, when youre really
into matin, and there aint a lovin man around)
Throw out the glory
(its so frustratin, when youre really
into matin, and there aint a lovin man around)
Bring in the men (give me them and Ill swing)
Write me a sequel
Give me an equal, oh, oh, oh
And Ill give that man
I said Im give that lovin man
I said Im gonna give that lovin man
Im gonna give him that lovin sting! Zap!
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