Several men have told me that, according to God, we needed to be together.<\/p>\n
“We were destined to be together.” “God wants us to be together.”<\/p>\n
Wow, God wants EXACTLY what you want. Don’t you love it when that happens? <\/p>\n
A lot of men have said — and apparently believed — that they were my soulmates. I must have a lot of soul. Or maybe it’s God’s way of telling me that I’m meant for plural marriage — or a harem of dubious men. Or the soulmate department is falling behind in quality control and empowering way too many dudes with this notion. <\/p>\n
No. It’s the 19th century problem of Manifest Destiny — the conviction that an action is sanctioned by fate, history or A Force Larger Than Us. (What did the Indians think of this destiny? Did their god really want them to be on reservations and running blackjack tables?)<\/p>\n
For what it’s worth, I’m not a big believer in the the MD. And I’m pretty sure these guys are more aligned with their libidos than with my soul. A more honest perhaps less compelling assessment might be, “I find you aesthetically pleasing and would like to mate.” <\/p>\n
It’s happened with complete strangers and with I-could-have-sworn-were-platonic friends. Why does he suddenly gets it in his mind to take a shot? It\u2019s the lottery \u2013 he knows he’s not going to win \u2013 but yet at one point he will buy a ticket rather than wonder, “What if…” (Yes, sometimes girls do take guys out of the \u201cFriends Freezer*.\u201d But this is rare.) Friends, co-workers, men on the street, the UPS driver, the guy at the post office, the guy at Kinko\u2019s who was kinkier then I thought. <\/p>\n
You are my waitress. You bring me delicious egg-drop soup. You, however, are not my new lesbian lover.
\nYou are my postman. You bring me my mail. You aren\u2019t my male.
\nYou are my photographer. You took photos of me, don\u2019t picture us walking down the aisle together.
\nYou are a nice 85-year-old man who I let have my chair. You are not my latest desire as I take part in that popular new fetish, Grampa love. <\/p>\n
I have a beautiful friend who cuts people off at the knees. She can make men wish they’d never existed. I know the genesis of this behavior; the impulse is there for me. But at least make an initial attempt to let someone down easy. Then, all bets are off. I can aim one straight to the gonads when they won\u2019t go away. <\/p>\n
Having a multitude of anything requires more careful management of your wealth. I\u2019ve been given an aesthetic beauty that has allowed me to make a living. (Thank you, God.) It also it means that my UPS man decides we\u2019re soulmates. (Party foul, Lord!) But I\u2019m not Greta Garbo. I don\u2019t \u201cwant to be alone.\u201d I don’t close my heart to the world. But I can\u2019t be everyone\u2019s lover — and do you really want my pity love, anyway? (Don’t answer that. It may be a pity fuck, but the word “fuck” is still included. Most guys will be like, \u201cI\u2019m in.\u201d ) <\/p>\n
Don’t hate the player; hate the evolutionary playbook. A guy will try anything to get the goods. They launched fleets of ships to get Helen of Troy and this behavior is the modern-day equivalent. I won\u2019t cut your balls off or vomit on you. I understand it\u2019s your job to swim upstream. However, YOU must understand that when I say \u201cno\u201d \u2013 we\u2019re done. And having the mentality of a persistent used car salesman, badgering me into a relationship I don\u2019t want, isn’t going to work. This isn\u2019t a romantic comedy where I say \u201cI hate you\u201d and 90 minutes later we\u2019re in love. For every story some dude tells you about his persistence paying off with a woman, there\u2019s 11,000 tales of it annoying the hell out of her.<\/p>\n
Clint Eastwood’s classic movie \u201cPlay Misty for Me\u201d shows this delusion at its pinnacle. According to Eastwood, it\u2019s not about him being a star who is pestered \u2013 it’s that we\u2019ve ALL been pursued by unwanted suitors. We\u2019ve all had someone turn on the high beams of unrequited love. It\u2019s about misinterpreting something we said, or creating a context that never existed. <\/p>\n
No one wants to be a robot who selects the blandest phrases to keep men at bay. Or be a bitch who makes all scurry with your furry. Does this person seem needier than most? Are you getting the creepy vibe? Are they texting, emailing or calling too often? Nip it in the bud. The minute your meter goes off, act. Don\u2019t allow these desires to grow into twisted fantasies and for suitors to have false hope. <\/p>\n
As I get older, I\u2019ve been told by former beauty queens that these moments go away and you won\u2019t miss it. Others refuse to give up the sash and the crown and throw themselves on the cross of plastic surgery and immature fashions. I, on the other hand, have a track suit from Ross all picked out for when my flower has faded. <\/p>\n
*Friend Freezer \u2013 A place where male friends are banished to the planet Platon, home of all platonic relationships. It\u2019s very cold.<\/p>\n
An actor and women\u2019s safety advocate, Candace Kita is the author of \u201cThe Hottie Handbook: A Girl\u2019s category_ide to Safety.” As a safety specialist, Candace has been interviewed by People, Good Morning America, the Jay Leno Show, Inside Edition, the Los Angeles Times, 48 Hours, the LOGO Network and WHO Australia. Several men have told me that, according to God, we needed to be together. “We were destined to be together.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":373,"featured_media":72448,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5975","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"magazineBlocksPostFeaturedMedia":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u-113x150.jpg","medium":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","medium_large":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","large":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","1536x1536":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","2048x2048":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","colormag-highlighted-post":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","colormag-featured-post-medium":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","colormag-featured-post-small":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u-113x90.jpg","colormag-featured-image":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","colormag-default-news":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u-113x150.jpg","colormag-featured-image-large":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","colormag-elementor-block-extra-large-thumbnail":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","colormag-elementor-grid-large-thumbnail":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","colormag-elementor-grid-small-thumbnail":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg","colormag-elementor-grid-medium-large-thumbnail":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg"},"magazineBlocksPostAuthor":{"name":"seiji","avatar":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/4c03af896d9ac7075948aae660784c01bf93f322545037e6b0fbb637b159642f?s=96&d=mm&r=g"},"magazineBlocksPostCommentsNumber":"3","magazineBlocksPostExcerpt":"Several men have told me that, according to God, we needed to be together. “We were destined to be together.”","magazineBlocksPostCategories":[],"magazineBlocksPostViewCount":160,"magazineBlocksPostReadTime":5,"magazine_blocks_featured_image_url":{"full":["https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg",113,170,false],"medium":["https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u.jpg",113,170,false],"thumbnail":["https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/u-113x150.jpg",113,150,true]},"magazine_blocks_author":{"display_name":"seiji","author_link":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/?author=373"},"magazine_blocks_comment":3,"magazine_blocks_author_image":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/4c03af896d9ac7075948aae660784c01bf93f322545037e6b0fbb637b159642f?s=96&d=mm&r=g","magazine_blocks_category":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5975","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/373"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5975"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5975\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/72448"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5975"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5975"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5975"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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