Showing posts with label bullpen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bullpen. Show all posts

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Love Matador



The PUA community is fully aware of the value of dressing to impress. Overdressing, actually, with the aim of making themselves the centre of attention. Peacocking they call it.

Grabbing and maintaining a woman's eye is the aim, and a quirky or bright outfit will help. The theory is that once you set yourself apart from the shlubs in flops and cargo pants, bedding a woman is then a matter of time.

The lads are probably right.

In Florida, where I live, a man in a long-sleeved shirt creates a stir. If he's in a business suit with necktie and polished shoes, the local television news sends an outside broadcast unit. Of course the climate mitigates against much more than shorts and a flamingo-print shirt, but still; we're a state of slobs.

So I have a vision, thanks to Katherina. The most colourful and distinctive male outfit I can think of is that of the matador. I'm SO tempted to dress myself as a torero - accessorized with hat and blood-red cape - and go about my day. In the morning I'd take my espresso, go to the bank and pump some gas. In the afternoon, naturally, a siesta. And then at then at cocktail hour I'd head to my favourite bar trailing a line of swooning females.

I'd be like a Bullfighting Pied Piper.





Bottoms Up, Picadors.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The Bullpen



Baseball is supposedly the national pastime in America. That makes it ripe for use in metaphors, so here's one for you to ponder. A certain kind of woman maintains men in reserve, a backstop against her main squeeze bailing. This emergency pool of guys is remarkably similar to the way the pitching rotation works in baseball.

Let's take a step back. In baseball, the bullpen is the area to the side of the playing field in which secondary pitchers await the call. To use a farmyard analogy, the men therein are for when the main man fails to perform - in the parlance, they pitch clean-up.

In the game of sex, a bullpen is where a woman stashes her prospective suitors, the ones she can call on should her starter fail to perform. He might also consider himself a free agent and leave for another team, in which case his ex will want a replacement.

I have been reliably informed that happy women in stable relationships do not maintain a bullpen. That implies every other woman who is not in a stable relationship keeps a bullpen, no?