Women are not unicorns

This is not a fair game, I would say if I didn’t know the second characteristic of women — we don’t know how to take risks. As long as no one sets global goals for us, we are not eager to fight. Again, I don’t want to speak in templates and for the whole mass. There are different women and men.

I'm talking more about the mathematical majority. Not even fifty-one percent.

You know, like in surveys. If thirty-one percent of the target audience has headaches, twenty-nine have a runny nose, twenty have diabetes, and another twenty have grown a tail, then the majority here is thirty-one.

Do you understand?

If you never use a pout to get what you want, then congratulations — you are not in the conditional thirty-one.

I got. I noticed how I won the discussion, assuring my opponent that she was right with tears in her eyes. Without hysterics, of course, I never really practiced them. Just a stingy tear, I would even say moisture on the lower eyelids.

Lately I’ve been holding back, generally pulling myself together every time a lump comes to my throat in an argument.

A stupid, treacherous offense makes the voice tremble and the eyes become wet about once every six months in especially serious ideological duels.

If I just need to do it the way I want, then this is what I do.

(You may ask, why does she teach us to debate?

See you later.)

I outline an idea in my head of what I want to achieve, consider all the pros and cons. I realize for myself which side of the scale outweighs, and I decide whether to prove that I’m right. If my goal is worthwhile, then I mentally imagine how I envelop my counterpart in the care.

True true. I try to imagine all the best qualities of my opponent, recreate them in my mind (and not invent them, by the way), remind myself how smart he is, and that if I convey everything correctly, he will not be able to refuse.

Next, I think through the arguments. The same ones that were in the pros, and I am also looking for an answer to the cons. That is, an argument for each point around the idea.

Now (attention, let's move on to the topic of finance) I do the same with money issues. Any: buy cheaper — sell more expensive, have — not have, do it or quit.

This is what the lecture about female manipulation was all about.

By the way, in such matters, tears rather hindered me than helped me. I came across quite smart counterparts who could see the sympathy game from a mile away and could not stand whims. This is good: there is no control worse than manipulation. Yes, this is not control at all: blackmail, threats, tears, screaming, accusations — all this is not control, and therefore not success.

I had a young man of middle age. We did not love each other, so we mutually fulfilled the agreements. This was not a manipulative approach. He wanted energy in life, I wanted fashionability.

We drove the latest model Hummer through St. Petersburg traffic jams, ate in expensive restaurants and clubs, dressed to the nines and laughed at the vicissitudes of fate.

This is not a period of life that I would like to be proud of, but I weaned myself off the help of my parents, who earned very little, and, so to speak, I provided for myself.

Let's call a spade a spade, I had a sugar daddy. I paid for the rented room, dressed and ate entirely at his expense. But no excesses, no millions in the bank, Swiss accounts or other luxuries. I knew for sure that I was not a swindler.

Then a sudden, intelligent thought came to me: “Why am I worse than him? Why can't I earn the same amount? He is a businessman, not a thief, and he has earned the money he spends.

This means I can earn a lot to buy myself the things I want.”

We broke up. I got a job this weekend as a massage therapist in a cedar barrel salon. This is an important note so you don't think anything indecent.

"Cedar barrel? Oh, well, I see, that means the aunties mostly came.”

Yes, that's right. My life has become more interesting, somewhere I turned out to be useful while I'm studying for damn medical school. Oh God, sorry doctors and professors all over the world, I didn’t mean to offend you. I just think this is… a damn place. Yes. I didn't make a mistake. I think that this is not how doctors should be taught.

Well, okay, not about that now.

Every weekend I was literally inspired. The administrator Ilona worked with me, an incredibly smart girl, she was interested in business, she had even studied something. It was thanks to her that I realized: “What, it’s possible anyway?!” Well, that is, for the first time I saw a girl who is not yet a businesswoman (she is an ordinary graduate of medical college, she didn’t even go on to become a doctor) who doesn’t earn much, but wants a lot. She had ambitions, dreams, she wanted to create her own business, but in the meantime she was learning to negotiate.

She earned more than her salary, which was absolutely nothing for me at that time.

— How is this more salary?

— Well, am I selling more?

— In terms of? Are you late at work? Are you recycling?