Hankering After Virtue of Attention vs. Hankering After Virtue of Truth

“Are you sure you really want that?!” he interrogated.

“Yes, I'm quite certain! Because they all insinuate for me that I am trying to get their sex appeal for it!”

“I assure you that they all might be after simply finding it in you that you admit to what your real preferences are!”

“No, I can't believe that would be what they aught to expect from me!”

“Then what do you think you are?! I, for one, could love them for actually giving me that kind of attention! Now isn't that what they actually should just seem to pretend they want all that much just because a guy like you seems to be into pretending to be a masculine kind of fellow!”

The other guy seemed to feel intimidated. A few seconds he just sat there and seemed to reflect over how he should judge the situation and the man he was talking to. Then he looked away, and rose from his chair and said: “There's something that you don't get about those girls in that they are as clever as you are at insinuating that they are able to stand for not being too much into sex to be real people!”

The other guy looked up. Looking a bit startled he stared at the guy who had just risen. There was a trace hatred in his eyes when he responded: “So! You think you can actually find yourself to be better than me - and even than some of those girls you've been talking about that you would like to - see to it that you can actually be with them more than just this causally?!”

“Conrad! I assure you they aren't what you make them out to be! But then again, neither are you! As a matter of fact neither they nor you have any confidence in caring to be smart at knowing what they or you are actually about!”

Conrad gave a slight smug giggle, which he quenched with slight bitterness. “Who do you think you are?! ... As I said!”

“I don't know who I am! But I do know that I'm not what you seem to be!”

The other guy rose threateningly. He seemed to be into a notion of having to fight over this. “Really?! Then how come you're so low as to feel that they are lower than one would expect when one is just a horny guy looking for some kind of appreciation!?”

The fellow he talked to peered at him in a solid enough manner not to seem quite frightened. He sighed. “Well, you're the one low enough to try to be into a fight right now!”

The other guy seemed a little bit nonplussed, hesitated for a moment and then sat down again. “Alright, I won't try to fight you over it - at least not right now.”

Thoughtfully the other fellow said: “I know know there's a possibility they all are hornier than they admit, because I notice, every now and again, that they flirt with me just to make me horny, and that is without me trying to get them to do it for me! ... That is they sometimes do it too eagerly for me to feel they don't feel desperate after a man's appreciation!”

“Yeah! Me too! So what's the big deal about that?! So what if they're horny enough to really want your, or any other guy's, appreciation?! What if they're just horny just in order to present themselves as real reliable creatures of the kind we know of as the sexy ones, and then try to charm you into admitting that they are as beautiful as the aspire to be?”

“[Sigh] I don't see it in them to actually try to be horny just for the sake of seeing much else in us but the types of simply horny men that they could use as instruments for their own lusts. It's not that they don't feel a lot better about themselves when they get into a relationship that is sexual that you think, is it?! I mean what then are you about with Tina and Maria when they obviously seem to be horny enough for screwing you for the sake only of sexual pleasure!? Cause, I mean: You even bragged about that!”

“So what?! They're just horny so that we can feel all the pleasure we want! And if they're not horny for you as well, then that'd be your problem for it! It's you, not they, who are actually too pathetic to have those kinds of sexual behaviors about you! It's you, not they, who are actually about making sexual behaviors not seem good enough for an occasion of man-to-woman relationships!”

“Then how come you and the others continue fighting about who wants who, and not like I try to settle for that it's just immature to keep on fighting about it?!” With that he ended the discussion and left the other guy.

Actual Appreciation ...

She looked at him. Scornfully she saw that he didn't seem to fall for the charm she had intended for him. But the scorn was intended for herself as well as for him; therefore she didn't feel guilty at all for feeling it. But to her surprise, he seemed to mind.

He looked at her spitted resolutely. The spit landed on the ground on front of his feet, and was intended to land there. She felt this proved that he wasn't too obnoxious to be viewed as provocative only; i.e. he probably wouldn't try to be dangerous to her if she didn't do anything to him. But she felt like not talking to him. Because he still did seem to obnoxious to be looking at as a friend - or even a potential one, because he didn't seem to mind that the spit had landed right in front of him as if it was intended to insult her about not being smart enough at charming him.

He, on his part, was feeling that she had been insulting him in the first place, not that he'd been looking for a charming or whatever or so person in her. It seemed obnoxious for him that she had seemed scornful against that she seemed lousy at caring for his care to seem safe enough to assume as moral enough for being into not caring very much if she charmed him or not. It seemed even worse for him that she didn't seem to feel even one bit guilty about it.

But she felt that he had no right to have that opinion about her. She was a girl who was supposed to be charming and cute so that those who appreciated that in a woman would be able to see that in her. Therefore she laughed scornfully once more, and saw in him a pending guy who didn't care to fancy her being as worth his appreciation as scores of others could. She thereby felt free from guilt and free from remorse about it. She felt that she had all the appreciation she needed and that he was just a more or less sillily frank and fairly weird guy. Thereby she appreciated her own inconsistency about her notions of coherency as though they were of honest and good moral. But he noticed this and developed a slow growing hatred for her ways about it.

Even though he had run into some other girls who had behave similarly, he didn't feel broken enough to ever give up on the notion of honesty being something else than what these kinds of girls could appreciate it as. It seemed to him that she sorted out moral as if it was her own, from the different types of facts and notions about life that she had to care about on her way into adulthood. She seemed to him to be appreciative of the notion of truth as something to be bargained for, not as something to view as real notion of what is real. The fact that she and a few other young women seemed totally sure of themselves about being seemingly moral forever for being that kind of fake seemed scary for him. He even felt shattered when she looked at him that way, looking as if she felt totally innocent after first scorning not only him, but also truth and what truth is about.

He thereby watched her and her friends as they left with an awe about the way they appreciated themselves. She, meanwhile, felt that she had just left behind a fellow who was unusually corny and unappreciative of the sense she had of herself as good enough for anyone to appreciate - not excluding the boys or men she might want to be appreciated by. She thereby felt she needed to talk to one her close friends about how to deal with this fellow.

The two of them talked later that night and decided to seem to be subjects of his scorn for no reason. This, she felt though, was not enough. They need to, she told her friend, seem to be appreciative of even his notion of how he views himself. They should have to, she felt, seemingly be into caring also for those who were to be viewed as outsiders - at least from their own point of view. Thereby, people would appreciate the two of them as both cute and as caring as they are cute!

“I guess we can take that kind of stands,” her friend agreed. “But I think we should also show them that he is absolutely not an interesting guy for us! Because we should not seem to be into those men who fancy us young girls to be what they should be dealing with. Instead, they should view us as better than that they could ever reach us - nor actually scorn us, for that matter!”

“Okay! ... To start with, then we could say to our parents that we've run into a guy who was superficial enough not to admit that what we are is what he shouldn't be minding as if there was any reason for him to care to tell us what we are to be seen as. Because there seems to be a notion in him of actually having it he is the one to be a fellow to appreciate.”

So they did.

Four months later, the two girls were at a disco and one of them spotted what seemed to be that same fellow. They noticed that the son of a friend of their parents was with him. This made them curious.

Thereby they felt like watching them now and again for the rest of the evening. Doing so they got he impression of that the guy who was a friend of their families was attempting to reveal the fellow as immature, and thereby shouldn't be there. This they found to be worthwhile, as they also could appreciate the notion of this guy being the same as the one they had complained to their parents about. But then, to their disappointment, they observed him say something to their friend-of-the-family guy, who, seemingly a bit unsure of himself, withdrew for a while.

When he came back, he said something back to the other one, which seemed to make him feel both indignant and insulted. But he reacted by insulting him back, it seemed, and soon the two of them were very hostile towards each other. After a few minutes of quarreling the two of them decided, it seemed, to continue it somewhere else. The two girls saw them leave the disco, each of them, seemingly, bringing a friend with him.

They decided to follow the four of them by stealth, which they did, and that lead them to a park, where a fight broke out between the two whom they had been observing. It went on for perhaps four minutes before the guy who's parents knew their parents was injured severely enough to no longer stand a chance. When that happened the two fellows who had followed along as friends discussed something for a while.

After a few minutes the two of them decided, or so it seemed, that the guy whom the girls had been troubled by had won. They thereby both pointed at him with respect and then the three of them left the girls' parents' friends' son bleeding and despised. This the two girls found to be scary.

They waited for about five minutes, then they also left, and began walking towards the house of one of them. On their way there, the other one said: “Wow, he didn't seem able even to reach his phone and call the cops or something! I wonder if we should be telling your parents about how we could have but didn't dare to be helping him - or else what else we should say!”

“Me too! I wonder what we are to be about now as we don't have a notion of what is going to happen to that fellow who after all helped us make that insultive guy seem like a bad person!” She shivered. “Wonders how he will survive, and if we've actually killed him by not staying there and saving his life!”

“I think we've better see to it that our parents get there as quick as possible!” Neither she nor her friend reflected much over calling an ambulance, because the two of them knew that the four guys had been into something that was sort of tradition not to tell the authorities about!

When they had finished their walk, they entered the house of the one of them who had felt insulted in the first place, As they spoke to their parents, they could not express what they found themselves to seem to appreciate about the guys who had been escorts and judges of the two fighters. They somehow felt that they needed to express that, but that they couldn't, because it was a secret notion of - so to speak - what went wrong in a man, that the two of them were about. Instead, the conversation emerged in describing the situation that the two of them had been stuck there, and couldn't help the fellow, which was partly because of their appreciation of those who had - by fair notions of what is correct for such a fight - deemed the guy they could have helped as a fellow to be left behind. Thereby, the two of them eventually decided to never speak again to anyone about how to resurrect a man who has lost a fight!

Two months later, the two parents (of one of them) whom they had talked to said to them that they are to be sweet and good for the sake of not seeming to be involved in that the two guys fought, nor that they had been insulting each other. Instead of explaining for them why this was important, they told the girls not to even think about what had happened. And in case either of them ever just happened to think about it anyway, she should say to herself that it was just imagination!

Their daughter looked at them and asked: “What shall I say to those who want to know why we had it in us to seem satisfied by that we had been defended by a friend of the family?”

Her father looked at her. “Is there anything they could happen to say to you that wouldn't be seen as that they make something of a notion that is just a fantasy?!”

She looked thoughtful for a while. “I guess not,” she answered, “but I can't be quite sure about that.

Now her mother was the one to ask: “I guess you can't have it they don't feel like being better at understanding how to be - even potential - friends - of you or anyone else around here, that that they might just continue feeling that it's real, even when you say it isn't?!”

“No, I guess they shouldn't be too stubborn for me to handle in a way that doesn't make me think about that stuff as a reality!” she said, and then hid that notion deeply inside of her.

Her mother looked at her and inquired: “Are you sure you never will be too unreliable to stay away from ever seeming to be into anything of what they could view as a real kind of vanity?”

“No, I'm not totally sure about that, mama!”

“Then I'll have to keep you away from those people who might find out from you otherwise!”

“And who are they?”

“It's the people I've been talking to down in the village. They aren't kids like you, and I don't think there are any kids who will ever become that nosy!”

“So I have to stay away from adults from now on?! Mom, I'm thirteen, and I'm soon into feeling like an adult myself! So how can I avoid even seeing those people that I soon will pertain to?!”

“It's not the young adults that you shouldn't pertain to, just some of the older ones, and I'll tell you eventually exactly which of the older ones that will be!”

“Oh! Good! Then I think I can manage!”

“Good, then!” her mother said.

“Good!” her father also said.

“From now now on you will not seem to be inept for excuses of the kind that are called for by those who forge that they comprehend, the right way, what there is to a society and what we all should appreciate from one another! That is you should not be wrong for God to take as a defence for His absoluteness about Jesus and what He stands for about us and our Christian cares! From now on you will be good Christians, and pray every day before you go to bed! Otherwise those things of the past might come and haunt you!”

She looked at her father. “Okay, dad! I'll become a good Christian from now on!” she said and realized that she would have to stick to this decision for the rest of her life.

Her friend, who had been silent for a long time now asked: “How come there isn't any certainties about what there is in the afterlife, so that one can feel very sure that one isn't doing something that will turn out to be unfruitful?!”

“I suppose,” the father objected, “you don't care to have it that Christ i sour saviour and that it will be that way no matter what we think or might say about it!”

The mother looked at them and added: “You must see to it that you'll be forever loyal with Christ, and that He'll be there for you to give you the safety you need!”

The two girls looked at each other. “I want to see to it that Christ will be there for all of us,” the one who wasn't a daughter of the family answered. “But I also want to see Him as the savior whom we all can trust, and I thereby want to be sure that he will give us an afterlife that will be okay!”

“I can,” the mother answered, “see it in you, to be able to take it that Jesus isn't the one to be telling everybody, just the one to be caring for everyone! Remember it is Satan who can otherwise be the ne to also talk to you as though there was a safe assumption!” She looked at her daughters friend and seemed to be sure of herself.

The girl swallowed. “Okay. I guess I can go for it that way, then. So where do I begin trying to conceive myself as a subject of Christ rather than the type of girl who never would feel there was any safety in what isn't said!?”

The mother looked at her. “Don't pretend that you don't need to believe in order to stay with Jesus!”

The two girls looked at each other again. “Then how come I and your daughter don't have it in Jesus to say to God that we need to be saved in a way so that we really can appreciate ourselves as safely His?! It's we, isn't it, who will have to appreciate God, and what if he doesn't have to appreciate us back?!”

Both of her friend's parents looked a bit startled over this query. She saw this and continued: Thereby I'll be platonically smart at having Jesus there, and I'll have the notion of myself as one with Him and God forever, but I won't be safe enough against the devil unless there can be a sureness that he cannot reach me even by taking my life!”

“It will be your decision to understand God the way that you feel you should have to!” the father said. “From now on you will have to speak to your own parents about it! We have had enough of this now! It is in your family, not ours, that there's a need to sort out what God wants from you!” His wife seemed to agree with him.

Two Girls Discussing the Ludicrousy of Boys

This story is in Swedish, so it can be found here.

The Girls' School Master

“Welcome to class!” he said.

The girls looked up. Two of them started smiling at him in a way he recognized as simple enough to hide that they were hiding something. Most of the others just straightened their backs and seemed to be preparing to listen.

Being a male teacher for this all-female class could hardly mean safety to assume that they all would fancy either listening to what he had to say, nor that they would even look up to him enough not to insinuate that there was a mistake in letting him be there and earn a salary for doing it! He had been told they were, at least potentially, among the worst in the state about such insinuations - “except for to the extent we can keep them from thinking they'll ever get away with it!” they had said; both of the two people who he spoke to when applying for this job said something in that fashion.

It was not easy for him to get this job. But he had fairly good merits as a man capable of being soft and authoritarian at the same time. It had been fascinating for him to portray himself as the man for this work place, after seeing an ad for a, preferably male, teacher for girls who lacked the belief in the discipline of care and development.

As he sat down, he noticed something on his desk. It was a book, which made him insinuated for him that someone had been assuming he needed something to read by the side. “Oh, what have we here?!” he asked, and picked it up.

As he did, there somehow seemed to be a slight air of delight among some of the girls.

He looked at its back side. Doing this he read that it was about “how to stand up against those who can manipulate people into belief in pretending there's a point to every scorn against humility that could be expected in certain situations.”

Thereby he looked up, and saw the girls giggling at him. Looking at them he said: “I'm not sure that I need this!” upon which there was a silence.

One of the girls said: “It seems they have given you a book in order for you to find out how to feel humility is enough for handling those who all seem intent on being hardy and cruel!”

From behind her another girl began speaking: “I guess they all want you to find out what it's like to be a teacher for an all-girl class?! Well here we are! And what do you think of us?!”

“I don't know what to make of you all yet!” he answered, upon which there was a brief mumble among the girls.

“No, that figures!” someone said and blew her bubble-gum.

Another girl, who sat next to her, looked at her and said: “How come they give him a book without making him find out how come he has to read it?!”

The girl with the gum answered she thought that “They need him to know why he seems to be an authority unless he believes that they are insinuative of virtue about care for tendencies for care for love and affection!”

“I guess you mean they care for sensuality, in that respect, then?” he remarked.

The girls smiled and said: “I don't need you to say that you have to be into sensuality for the need of destabilizing that those who represent power can pretend that we are scoundrels will continue to do so for those years to come when we have finished this education, and will need to propose they be seen as vain those who pretend we're to be looked down upon!”

“I see that this book comes from someone in this class, then!” he said finally.

Some of the girls smiled musingly over that he said it. A few of them started to be a bit vulgar so that he felt unsure of whether or not he could withstand as authority against them! “Do you mean that I should try to be soft on that you try to be clever at pretending to be normal, whereas - even though - the faculty has had it you shouldn't be seen that way!?”

One of the girls looked at him and said: “Am I stupid enough for them to say that about and are you cynical enough to believe them!?”

“I must be cynical! The faculty will be against me to the extent I'm not!”

She looked at him again and said: “Why not find us to be the kinds of teens who find ourselves to be virtuous at least for the sake of interpreting mistakes as immature to make, and thereby not the need of being tutored by a special teacher such as yourself!?”

“It's because they, the faculty, don't see it in you to be that kind of mature!”

“Then how come they seem to be with you about that you shall lead this class by rather good and gentle means?!”

“That's because they feel that I have so far managed to have you think about yourselves as being smart enough not to pretend to be sensible about what to do about your situation of being in a school for those distrusted by their elders!”

“Then how come we all feel you need that kind of a present?!” she asked, seemingly indicating the book.

“I don't know why!” he said, and then finally began his lesson.

Two weeks later he was called to a meeting with the school's board of officials. They told him that he was not allowed to feel that the girls had the right to feel that they were at all more smart than those who went to the ordinary schools where they could have been. They also said that he was going to have to leave his job after finishing the on-going school year.

That's What Men Should Be Like (According to Some!)

“It's Beatrice and that other Ann who are into pretending men should be of authority if any good at all!”

His girlfriend (whose name also was Ann) looked at him. “Are you sure?”

“Almost!” he responded. “I feel quite certain! But to the extent there's a point in it for you, perhaps you could find out from a girls' perspective!?”

“I guess I can!” she answered. “But I don't want to jump to conclusions about them; not with you, and not when I'm checking it in that way! ... So how do you want me to find out?!”

“Eh, hm. I'm of sure about that!”

“I guess they could be seen as the bitches that sort of have us all be evil in that sense?!”

“Mmh, yeah, that's what I mean!”

“I feel certain that Beatrice is actually lesbian, and she that other girl seems straight! Somehow I feel then that they should not be seen as the same kind of bitchy in that sense! ... I wonder if it's like one of them is about seeing men as inferior unless they hurt her, and the other like into wanting to piggy-back about it?!”

He looked thoughtful. “Yeah I guess that could be so!”

“It's not like I'm always right or something! It's not that I couldn't be wrong! Perhaps the two of them are almost exactly the same - even though I've got something of a gut feeling to the contrary!?”

He sighed. “Yeah, perhaps that is so!”

“But, Jeff, how did you reach that conclusion, in the first place?”

“It's the way the behave, that's all!” he answered.

“Then I feel we shouldn't be sure to begin with! Perhaps they're just bitchy because somehow, ... it's like one of them might have a mother who is like that! The other might just be sort of trying to pretend to be like that! ... Or something like that, perhaps, right?!”

He sighed again. “Yeah okay, perhaps I've been a little bit hasty about them. I can agree that I don't know their moms, nor if either of them has any like silly faking of herself as such a bitch.” he said and sighed once more. Then he added: “But don't you know it?! It's three of that other Ann's and at least one of Beatrice's ex-boyfriends who have been made to look evil simply because they were being good to her!”

“Ohh! That guy!? ... I mean that ex-boyfriend of Beatrice's!? ... Yeah! I find that guy to be a bit too good to be viewed as such a butthead evil guy!”

“Yeah that guy!” he said feeling certain she meant the same kid.

“I don't remember his name really! Was it Oscar?”

“It might have been! Either way I found out from him, and from two of the other Ann's exes that they were badly treated as such!”

“And the forth guy?!”

“Him I found out about from that his mother told my parents about it!”

Now his girlfriend looked thoughtful. “Alright!” she said. “I'll settle for that she's almost certainly that kind of an evil! I'll find out about Beatrice tomorrow, I think! Because, you know, they're having a girls' gathering in the park near my work place every Wednesday. I sometimes go to them after lunch. I mean they sit close to where I usually eat.”

“Great! I suppose they don't want to talk about it, perhaps, though!?”

“I know, but I'll find out; at least I think so!”

“Great! But how?”

“Don't you worry! I think I can find out about them, if you'll only leave it to me!” she said firmly.

“Why do you feel that I can't take part in that?!”

“Because they feel that those who are into what a man has been thinking should not be considered friends, enough even to answer to her questions!”

He looked startled. “Oh! It's all that bad!”

“Kind of!”

“Alright, Ann! Do it your way then!” he said, but felt weirdly that perhaps she could be manipulated by them if she didn't let him in on it. “It's sad but true, isn't it,” he added, “that they, and not those who say to themselves that men should be allowed to be modest, are into such esteem about themselves! ... Right?!”

She sighed. “Yeah, honey! It's sad! But now I really need you to let me go, so that I don't have an air of too male friendly for them about me!”

“I can't see the real clue you have about them unless you tell it to me right away! And I can't find a way to be trusting you anymore if you don't want to tell me!”

“Then I'll tell you this! I find out how they behave about me finding it in me to want you to seem to be a nice enough guy to have as a boyfriend! They try to tell me how aren't, perhaps, or they try to tell me what to expect from someone like you. Thirdly, perhaps they try to find out what you really are of a man - or of a boy, they might perhaps be thinking! ... Now, how do you want me to find out if it isn't about you that they can relate to what men are like!?”

He thought about this for a while. “I guess that it could also be that it's your bro or dad that you'd ask them about!”

“I know! But if they don't find that I have reason to think about you, then I can't relate back to speaking to you without them having a hunch about it!”

“I guess you can find out, then, about both me and your dad, and perhaps your little bro as well!?”

“I guess I might do that!” she said and with that they decided to follow through with it that way.

After work the next day they spoke again about it, and she had found out that they indeed found both her dad and boyfriend to be silly enough fellows not to pay much attention to. About her little bro they said that perhaps he was being an innocent little kid so far, and that could be “fine so to speak,” they had told her. But later on in life he would probably grow up and thereby be the type of fellow that perhaps needed to learn how to make his stands so that he could be “seen as a real guy to be into as what a man is, and not what he pretends to be when he's not about being what he really is into that they should fancy him as!”

“That's just about all they said!” Ann said.

Her boyfriend looked troubled and stupefied. “I suppose,” he said hesitantly, “that it's me they see as the type of fellow who's just faking it! ... and those who seem to be dishonest as the only men who are for real then, or should we say to be treated as such?!”

“I guess they meant something like that you - and my dad as well - can't be trusted for their kindness, while they themselves - and I too - should be! That I don't agree with! At least not the part about them being more trustworthy than you or my dad! But I can agree with the part of it that is that men in general are not trustworthy unless one sees the worst side of them already. Because I can find them to find themselves clever at pretending I should be trusting them just because they find themselves to be what I should like to view as trustworthy!”

“I find myself to be an exceptional guy, then!” Jeff said.

“I guess that a man-woman in a relationship aught to be about trust in the first place, right, Jeff?!”

“Yeah!” She saw that he kind of - or at least almost - mused about it.

Jeff looked at her and added: “Why then find responsibility in pretending that they aren't ridiculous in trying to be cute and so, for you, and why not commit yourself to me for the sake of our relationship to each other!”

She looked at him. “Oh, Jeff! You and I should perhaps do that! Perhaps we should feel that we are the only ones to really be good enough for each other!”

“Then why don't you try to feel that I am the only guy there'll ever be for ya!? ... Or don't you and I fit together just like Adam and Eve for it!?”

“Yeah, Jeff! I guess we do!”

Thereby Ann and Jeff began a relationship where she secretly vindicated Jeff's esteem as a guy to be reckoned with as superior. The two of them thereby were or at least seemed to be adapted to what that Beatrice and that other Ann had seemingly had it a man should be. Indeed they (almost subconsciously) gave up the morals that they felt those two (and, as they eventually found out, at least a few other women as well, it seemed) would define as “surface good”. ...

It's a Guy Whom They, the Women, Want!

Victor looked annoyed. “Don't you see?!” he asked. “It must be he and not the girls who cares to pretend as if something about the so-called moral in that he has all of them!”

“It's they who hide it all the time!” his friend Seb answered.

“They don't see their own interest as something too important in it all! What do you mean that it even could be they who actually care to pretend as if it really is adequate that he has them all?!”

“They might want to be hiding their wrongs behind that fellow!”

This seemed to blow Victor's mind a bit. He flinched, looked thoughtful and said. “I don't know for certain if that perhaps explain why they behave as they do.”

“Why else would they be into believing that they have something for him? In a sense, though, they seem to have something for just about any authority man. Only, I guess, this man is especially smart at having them think that they can be hiding behind his ass forever!”

Victor peered thoughtfully. “I guess that could be so!” he said after a while.

Two days later, the two friends went to a fairly well-lit park where they knew the womanizer they had been talking about usually picked up a few girls after having been at a bar where he also did that, but where he also left them speechless about that he didn't really take anyone home with him.

The two of them hid up in a dark treetop. From there they hoped to see, in binoculars, what the son of a bitch was doing. ... But to begin with they had to find him, for which they searched the park, using their binoculars. After they had been doing that for about twenty-five minutes, Seb spotted him entering the park, and pointed this out for Victor.

They watched him stand there at first, looking around, and having a seemingly delightful appearance. Then he picked up two young women (one around twenty, the other a little older) who had begun looking at him. After talking to the two of them for a while he also caught the eye of a teenage girl who passed by, seemingly on her way to a popular disco that lay there right next to the park.

The two young women greeted the teenager. The older one of them heartily took her hand in hers. Then she assisted her, it seemed, in trying to score on the guy. Meanwhile the younger of the two made herself available for either him or one of the other two in the small party of four that had now gathered, by assisting him in making clear that he was a guy to trust for the type of relations that one should be expecting to last.

Seb looked at his friend. “Clearly he wants them all three for his bedtime fun! Now, why, do you think, will they be accessible for him?!”

“Perhaps because of what you've been saying, right?!”

“Hmh. He's there for them in a sense that makes them feel assured that they don't seem guilty unless he fails to emphasize his air of adventurous escapades! That's why they love him for it! It - seemingly, at least! - protects them from seeming bad even when they are!”

While they were talking, the guy had been joined by yet another girl, who was around twenty, and with the four of them he began walking towards a dim area of the park. Seeing this, Seb said: “This is proof that they never will be available that way for someone who doesn't approve of having them hide hide behind him! It's proof because he walks that way in order to reassure then that he actually will be giving them that kind of adventure!”

“Then what,” Victor asked, “should we do about it? For we don't care, do we, and we don't have to know, what it is to be similar to the type of damned fop! Therefore, I ask you, my dear friend, why should we sit here, in the first place, up in the treetop, wait for the little incident of the charmer catching a few girls!? Why should I have to trust you as a friend if we can't go down there and spy more thoroughly on them so, that we can learn how to charm them ourselves!?”

“I don't think we'll learn anything much from doing that! Besides, it's probably risky!”

Victor sighed. “Are you sure? ... Because then I ask again: How come you feel they were worth it to spy on, in the first place?”

“It's because I already know everything! The whole deal with him is that he shouldn't be seen as what they see him as! My problem is only why those girls find it attractive to be in the illusion that they really get away with it!”

“I assume,” Victor answered, knitting his brows, “that they can expect some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy about that!”

“Great! Then we've solved that problem as well! Then - I agree - it would be worth it, perhaps, to be spying on them more closely! But for that sake we need to be better prepared than just with a pair of binoculars!”

“I agree! Do you mean that we should by saying that to people try to have him seem ridiculous to be trusting, or do you mean that we should keep it a secret?!”

“I mean that we should let people know, but carefully!”

“How can we be careful enough about it?”

“I don't like that you see that as a problem. I hope we both are able to use our skills and intuitions for it! I hope you, as well as I, can keep your ways good enough for that kind of word to spread, and that without the girls who support him focusing on us as his and their enemy!”

“Okay, I'll try to stick with that!”

Two months later, the two friends had spread their word about it. They found themselves to be a bit backed up by some women and many men about it. But, they did not manage to very much undo the harm they found the guy to be doing! In that, they somehow found the situation to be fairly normal! ...

It Seemed to Her that She Knew Everything About Flirting

“Indeed!” she said.

He looked at her.

“Indeed!” she repeated. “I very often feel that we are one!”

“Should I believe that?! ... Or do you want me to just pretend it for the sake of having an affair?”

“I feel that we can be seen as one because the sense we have of each other is that when I want something, you seem to want to handle it as though you knew what it was about!”

“I feel that we are not one, because we don't belong to each other!” he said. “If it seems to you that I seem to know what you feel you're about, then how come I don't seem to find it a safe assumption that you are about, ehm, whatever you are about right now?!”

“Indeed,” she stated one third time, “do I feel that you and I pertain to one another! But since you have now ruined it, I'll just have to move away from the thought of you as a guy I would be likely to have for a partner!”

“Well! I see that you're trying to engage me in trying to pretend you've been working on me all day or so!”

“I don't feel I have to show it to someone that I'm working on contact with! I feel that we two are in contact, just because of that extra notion of you and I being intuitive about something, now and then, that scores on us as similar in our wishes!”

“Only this morning you said to Harold, just as if I didn't exist, that there are no men except him! Now, how can you find yourself to be intuitive with me after treating me as so uninteresting?!”

She looked thoughtful. “This morning I was, ... let's see. Harry and I seemed to relate to each other like we were into finding ourselves at home with each other! There's always room for a newbie to be seen as welcome to greetings so that he or she doesn't feel left out!”

“Oh! That's every newcomer I suppose!? ... Or is that only the male ones?! Or the young and ones, even?!”

She looked at him, fairly upset with what he just said. “Do you feel that I have to be harassed just because I help some people feel smart at relating to what I am?!”

“I don't see that I have to feel that you're just helping those people to adjust to what's proper to know about you! I find you to be flirting with just about everyone in the office, and, okey, especially teh new boys that come here and lack experience!”

“Don't they need to find themselves at home right here, and ain't I doing what there can be done for them to feel at home!?”

“I don't feel that you treated those new girls that same way!”

“Don't insult me about not being able to know how to suppose they need my introduction! It's they who are cunning already; in the ways that I know how to introduce people into beginning to be.”

He peered at her with suspicion and some contempt over him. Then he sighed. “I'm not going to believe you! But I know that those studs that come here and don't know about you will! So how come you try to score on me!? Haven't you got enough of them already!?”

She touched his shoulder and said: “It's you who are the kind of guy who really is what I really love to fancy!” There was an air of delight over her.

He looked stubborn. “Bitch! For the sake of pretending I am the only man you want in that certain manner! ...”

She sort of smiled at this comment, then said: “You and I have nothing to engage in with each other. From now on I'll keep away from you, and so also, I expect, will you keep away from me! Right, stud?!”

“Alright, I'll keep away from you!” he answered.

With that they ended the conversation. From then on they only occasionally glanced at each other, hardly ever both at once. Also, from then on, they both pretended that they wouldn't ever have been attractive by that other person!