Novel & Cerita How To Think Like A Man

He smiled thinking of how he was acting and thinking like an overdramatic teenager. Thank God, nobody was able to read his thoughts. In business meetings, he would never be able to maintain his composure. He was the kind of man that was designed to intimidate. Cold. Unreachable. Even feared. He would be ridiculed out of town if anybody knew that a small woman with a million-dollar smile was his weak spot.

I tell him, not wanting to participate in making a mess of a woman’s life. “Son, I don’t care how advanced some things get, women are meant for a few things and they need to complete those duties. Women, they have a soft heart and they are loving- you are like a woman too. But real men like Joshua and me, we need to be tamed down. We are alphas,” he says, and I just purse my lips, nodding my head. How can I make a reasonable argument with a person like this?

Every man has a trial to challenge no matter from the world, from the family, from their work on top of all, within themselves. They have trails tougher than females cause in some cases if they are overwhelmed, they get locked in it. If men get rage, they turn into monsters trembling all over like wild beasts. If they are happy, they are similar to a joker. Men are fashioned with various emotions that are holding them from all sides however, unlike females who get puzzled within all men are firm with one expression and not mixed in multiple types. While Kayle was locked in his present state, after speaking out all his inner emotions, he didn’t have the guts to gaze up at Mary.

“You think I’m a… chauvinistic pig?” “Yes… You, my father… all men are…” “Just because I believe a man is stronger than a woman, more capable of taking care of himself in dangerous situations?” “That’s exactly why!” she answered as she rolled her eyes. He was nothing more than a typical male, thinking he was the protector of the universe. Why did men either have to beat their women into submission or else think they had to always save them? Why wasn’t there a middle ground?

I’ve heard people say that men think with their pants, but I’m here to confirm women are just as bad. Most of my brain was now resting at the tops of my thighs and the miniscule part that was left was begging for James to finish what he’d started. The perverse man must have heard it, for he chose that moment to stop.

“You fight with anger, emotion, you hesitate when you should strike, you take risks that don’t pay off.” He picked up the staff again and demonstrated a block, then a strike, swift, brutal and efficient. “don’t waste your move,” he said, "don't show your move, and have no feelings.” Then he pointed to my stance,“You’re still thinking like someone in captive, or maybe a girl trying to prove herself.” My eyes narrowed, “And what exactly should I be thinking like?” “A survivor,” he replied. He started walking toward the door, then paused. “Tomorrow, we go again.”

"do you not think it's a good idea?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets and I read meaning into that also. He felt like my words were useless to him. He raised his hands in a placating manner. "Wait,... Don't go thinking about something that does not even exist. I respect your opinion too much, I'm only laughing because I have never imagined myself being in such a situation where I would have to do all the convincing before a woman looks my way and I said this as humbly as I can. I am a man in his prime, a lot of women will gladly throw themselves at me." He said.

"Before we get to the physical changes. I'm going to address some things you need to know about men first.” Treasure set up all ears. Though she has been married, she knew very little about men and how they think and operate. “This information will affect your mental changes. Let's start with the S factor. Do you know what the S factor is?"

What can I not do that I normally do? Suddenly I recall that book I was looking at this morning. The Reverse Principle. Flip the arrow. Change direction. That sounds good. Yes. But how do I change direction? And now the words of that mad old woman in the Ladies’ yesterday are ringing in my head. What did she say again? Men are like jungle creatures. The minute they’ve found their kill, they eat it and fall asleep. Maybe she wasn’t so mad after all. Maybe she had something.

Moving from the wall, I was going to ask when her thoughts came to me, " To think in such a big pack, they had men letting their ego get the best of them, women being Warriors, stupid, stupid man they all are." Her words stop me in my tracks. I double-step back, thinking about what she said. Do we really have men in our pack who think like that? I ask myself, but I already know the answers. After hearing what one said, I know there are many of them hiding.