2729. —Life Made Simpler for Women — 07

  1. The new picture hanging for a week in your home fades from interest and you now pass it unseen. Beauty works the same way within the hunter-conqueror. He pays a beautiful woman’s ‘price to own her’ and can then be proud and appreciate her at his convenience.
  2. Once conquered, a woman’s beauty is more foundation for her likeability, more a qualifier than kingpin for a man’s love.
  3. Her physical beauty magnetizes him to date her. Her refusal to have sex magnetizes him to pursue her beauty. Pursuit ends and new relationship begins with the first of these: conquest or marriage.
  4. After conquest and she’s either keeper or wife, beauty takes a back seat. Still appreciated but no longer the superb magnetic attraction as before.
  5. To her conqueror, other factors overtake beauty in importance. Beauty isn’t weakened but wrapped together with her supreme interest in him, how she listens, what she says, what she does that satisfies him, and her behaviors that makes him feel good in her presence. It all comes together as her likeability, a foundation stone for development of a man’s love.
  6. Women, those who seek to appear younger than they are for the sake of appearing younger, move themselves into the seller’s role. Ungood! Women who seek to appear more attractive at current age keep themselves in the role of buyer. Very good!
  7. Appearing younger than your age isn’t the path to marital success. Satisfying husband that you max out as attractive for your age is much stronger as bonding glue.


Filed under boobs, courtship, Dear daughter, feminine, marriage, sex differences

3 responses to “2729. —Life Made Simpler for Women — 07

  1. There was a couple at my church who exemplified what this talks about. He was a university professor of physics; she had a master’s in library science (earned with his support after all the kids were grown). They were parents of eight children, several of whom are my friends.

    They met during WWII when he was a very young naval officer and she was a high school student. There was an eight-year age gap. They were allowed to marry when, among other things, he promised her parents he would make sure she completed her education. They moved around because of the Navy, and then after the war, they moved around because of the academic system of qualifying for and then finding a teaching position.

    He, as a young man, had a head of dark, wavy hair and stylish attire. She was a modest yet fashionable young miss who wore great hats. Their children alternated family traits, some fair, some dark. All budding polymaths (a fancy term for folks who have the ability to not stink and often excel at a wide variety of activities).

    By the time the youngest child was in college, Dad no longer had a head of dark, wavy hair. He made up for it with a beard that made him look like Santa Claus. And he charmed with his twinkling eyes and whimsical humor.

    Mom was no longer a stylish miss. She wore her hair pinned up in a bun or ponytail; she favored cardigans, a-line skirts, peter-pan collar blouses, and sensible shoes. She attracted people by her ability to listen to another person as if they were the only other human being alive.

    Their eldest daughter, about five years older than me (who has been married forty-four years), once said that she resented their close relationship. She felt at times as if she and her siblings were in the way. And it frustrated her that they, with their closeness, were slow to approve of her marrying her husband. The point here is that, as skewed as her perceptions may or may not have been, she noted their closeness in the midst of raising what turned out to be an amazing brood of kids (who are now beginning to raise grandkids).

    I think about this couple who went from being sort of the ideal post-war young couple to being Mr. and Mrs. Claus. They never lost the spark of their relationship. They never stopped arousing admiration from other people because of their committment to each other and to their kids and grandkids.

    They gained rather than lost as time progressed. They did not age; they became ageless.

    • Meow Meow

      That’s a wonderful tale Edith! I love how as they aged the two seemed to become more than the sum of their parts to the world around them. I hope for that in the sunset years of my own marriage. It is very inspiring.

    • Miss Gina


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