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Introduction To Tales Of Womanising

When I was growing up in Florida in the 1970s, my father’s friends’ favorite hobby, activity, and sport was Womanising. As I tried to explain in my previous blog post which is a Preface to this blog post, in the late 1940s through the 1970s, and into the 1980s, Womanising was more accepted and tolerated by women. Some women even liked to play this game.

My father’s friends who were players, were business owners, real esate agents, insurance agents, appraisors, attorneys, pilots, salesmen, boat captains, and people with money who didn’t have to work. In order to have enough time to chase women, you had to have a flexible schedule, extra money, and enough independence that no one could interfere with your Womanising.

If there was a new attractive woman that came to work in a bank, real estate office, insurance office, law office, doctor’s office, dentist’s office, business, or store, word would get out. “Hey, you have got to see the new girl that came to work at so-and-so’s office.” Men would make excuses to drop by some real estate office, or insurance office, just to check out the new girl. The business owners liked this, because they would make these men listen to the great deal they had on a house, or start talking to them about life insurance.

Back then, in some ways, women had more sense and were more practical. Instead of being outraged and wanting to sue someone, they evaluated each of the men that came to see them, in order to decide which ones that they would consider going out with.

The women thought many steps ahead. First of all, they might accept an offer to go out on a date, if it was to a nice restaurant where the man would pay for her dinner and her drinks. Did the man have a nice home that she would not mind visiting or living in. Did the man own a nice boat or airplane that would give her the chance to go out and get away for the weekend. Did the man or his family have enough money to be able to support her and her children if they became married.

New women in town, would have to ask co-worker women or other women what kind of person each of the male contestants were. Savvy women knew, that just because a man received a poor reference or recommdation from other women, this did not necessarily mean that he was a bad person. On the contrary, some women give men bad recommendations either out of vindictiveness or wanting to try to keep them for themselves.

Some women liked to play this game out of boredom, loneliness, wanting to go somewhere, wanting to meet other people, entertainment, fun, or wanting to find a mate.

You the reader, might be thinking, how is this any different from what goes on now. For one thing, back in the 1970s, a woman might go on a date with two different men each week, eight different men each month, maybe more than fifty men each year. Right now in North Dakota, it looks to me like attractive young women don’t date five different men before they believe that they must get married. ( Coincidently, the divorce rate now is much, much higher, than it used to be.)

For the men that were Womanisers back in the 1970s, they had to be salesmen with women. They had to have a route or a routine where they would make sales calls on different women throughout the day and throughout the week in order to get dates arranged for Friday night and Saturday night.

Rather than being mad all the time, I think that the women back then found these sales calls to be kind of funny and entertaining, both their own, and watching the men who made sales calls to their co-workers. When the men were not around, this gave the women office workers something to talk about, laugh about, and tease each other about.

Now, if a man stopped by some woman’s place of work and tried to ask her out, she would be talking about harrassment, sexual harrassment, and a restraining order. Her co-workers would all be agreeing with her on this, and they would be looking out the window to get his vehicle description and license plate number.

Back in the 1970s, this was the happiest and most free that I have ever seen people. Contrary to what people believe now, back in the 1970s, this was the most independent, confident, and happy that I have ever seen women. I believe this may have been because women had so much opportunity for dating, meeting people, socialiing, having fun, and going places.

Though the men Womanisers might have thought of women as prey and “sex objects”, many women didn’t care what they thought. If the men were pollite, considerate, entertaining, funny, fun, and good hosts, what difference did it make. Women could chose how they wanted to look at each situation, how they wanted to react, and what they wanted to do. They realised that if you wanted to look at everything and every situation in a bad way, you could make just about everything you wanted, seem bad.

Now, women complain about men in their late twenties and thirties who still live at home with their parents, who spend all of their time playing video games and looking at porn on the internet.

Women on the other hand, spend most of their time now on social media, and using their vibrators, instead of going out on dates.

In the news, all you read about and hear about lately is Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment. Due to a mis-guided and mistaken pursuit of Equality, Equal Rights, and Women’s Rights which has gone too far and resulted in “Political Correctness”, people don’t even socialise and date anymore.

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Preface To My Blog Post About Tales Of Womanising

I wanted to write an article on Womanising, from back when Womanising was more accepted and respectable.  In order for people to be able to understand this, I need to explain what the culture and social environment was like at the time.

When I was a kid growing up in Florida in the 1970s, the leaders, the people who were in charge, were World War II veterans and Korean War veterans.  These war veterans had a much different perspective on life, than people today.

Most people alive today, do not know that the United States and its Allies, very nearly did not win World War II.  Germany was so far ahead in war preparations of equipment, supplies, and troops, that they were almost unstoppable and undefeatable.  The only thing that allowed the United States and its Allies to eventually prevail, was Germany’s mistake in trying to invade Russia, at the same time it was occupying Europe.  This caused Germany to have to divide its troops, equipment, and supplies to fight a war on two fronts.

In the U.S., every able-bodied man was drafted into military service to fight in World War II.  The women who were left behind had to assume all of the jobs that were left vacant by the men who went away to fight.  Food, gasoline, rubber, metals, and precious metals were rationed because everything was needed for the war effort.

Men who went to Europe to fight the Germans, or the South Pacific to fight the Japanese, had to fight day after day, for years.  In some battles, U.S. forces were completely over-run and almost every soldier was killed.  The battles were horrible not only because of the casualties caused by bullets, grenades, land-mines, and artillary, but by inadequate supplies and facilities to treat the wounded.  Living conditions were often horrendous, with the inability to evacuate the wounded and the dead during battles that went on and on for days.

Soldiers lived through the sinking of transport ships, battles with the death and destruction of their fellow soldiers, capture, torture, forced-labor, starvation, and the witness of mass atrociities committed at the concentration camps.  They knew that this fight they were in, was fight for the very survival and existence of themselves and everyone back in the United States.

When these soldiers came back, they said, “Never Again”. Which meant, never again would the United States sit back and watch an aggressor nation build up for war and invade neighboring countries.  But “Never Again” also meant, that these soldiers individually were not going to put up with any aggression or injustice.

These soldiers who returned from World War II, they became the presidents, governors, congressmen, mayors, chiefs of police, sherrifs, judges, attorneys, doctors, and dentists. These were the leaders and the people in charge. They had a perspective on life, of what was a big deal, and what was not a big deal. They were unafraid to speak up, speak out, confront, fight, argue, and act.

These leaders and people in charge, set the boundaries for acceptable behavior. Believe it or not, back in the late 1940s through the 1970s, while the World War II veterans and the Korean War veterans were in charge, people in the United States enjoyed the most freedom that they have ever had.

These old men who had survived the war, did not care if people smoked pot, drank alcohol, or partied.  They did not care if people were lesbian or gay.  They did not care if people had a good time, partied, or experimented.  The boundaries were, that you did not harm people, take advantage of people, or steal.

People were much freer to have a good time in the late 1940s, 50s, 60s, and 70s.  I experienced and lived through the tail end of this.  Believe me, things were much, much different in the 1970s.  People were much happier, they had more fun, had less worries, worked less, had less stress, and everyone was optimistic about the future.

From the late 1940s through the 1970s, and even into the 1980s, one of the favorite activities of men, was Womanising.  Women not only partly accepted and tolerated this, many women actually liked it when things were this way. Many women considered this to be fun, it was a fun game that they liked playing too.

I wanted to write this Preface, so that the reader would understand that Womanising did not arise out of ignorance and darkness, but it was something that came from people having enough wisdom and perspective on life, to know that there is a time for everything, and after the wars, this was a time to enjoy life.

Women Don’t Even Know About Women

I am tired of reading comments from people defending women. Women don’t even know about women.  I began to recall some of my all-time most messed up stories about women.  This is one of them, which is sure to make everyone angry.

I moved to an area that was heavily Scandinavian and Norwegian, thinking nothing of this.  After my self-employed work was completed in the evening, I would go to a local bar on Main Street.   The people in this bar acted different, though I did not know why that was, at the time.

It wasn’t until I started watching the television series about the Vikings on the History Channel years later, that I knew why this was.  These people in this bar acted just like Vikings.   They dressed like Vikings, talked like Vikings, cut their hair like Vikings, had tattoos like Vikings, and they wanted to fight and stab people all the time like Vikings.

The bar owner was a blond lady who was about 28 years old, I will call her Agatha.  Her best friend was Robin.  Robin was dark haired, about 30 years old, 5′-2″, 105  lbs. Robin had the problem of having three alcohol drinks, and then suddenly being overcome by the alcohol, and not being able to stand or walk.

I would sit in the bar, and just like in the Viking television show, the men would come in with some type of idea, scheme, or plot to fight or stab someone.  It was probably not a good idea for me to be in there, but it was kind of interesting.  Every time that I went there, it was like a new episode of the Vikings television show.  One time, a bearded biker named Todd, said to me, “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

I did like Robin, and the drama was entertaining, that is why I went there.  Robin gave me her telephone number.  Before long, there was this lesbian named Crystal, that was going on and on about me stalking Robin, and what a pervert I was.  After all of the Viking women were all quite mad and staring at me, I said, “I’m not calling Robin, Robin is calling me.”, and I handed my telephone to the bar owner Agatha.  Agatha looked at the record of recent calls, and she saw Robin’s phone number, where Robin had been calling me at 1:00 a.m. and 2:00 a.m.

Agatha, who was like the Viking Queen, announced, “Oh, O.K. I see Robin’s number.  She’s been calling him, I’m going to have to have a talk with her.  Crystal, from now on, Shut Up.”  Agatha, unlike normal white women, did not put up with stupid bullshit from women, which if allowed to continue, goes on forever.

As time went on, and I was talking to Robin, trying to make friends with her, Agatha became tired of Robin’s coyness, playing me along, and not letting me know one way or the other if she was interested, which if allowed to continue, would have gone on forever.

One evening, Robin had had about three or four alcohol drinks, and she could hardly stand or walk.  Agatha said to me, here, take Robin home.  Robin was Agatha’s best friend, and Agatha was tired of Robin not accepting my interest in her, this had gone on long enough, and Agatha was now giving Robin to me.

I carried Robin out to my truck, and put her in the passenger seat.  I said to Robin, “Do you want to go home, or do you want to go to my house?”  Robin said, “To your house.”  As we were driving to my house, I lived out in the country, Robin said, “You’re not going to kill me are you?”  I replied, “No”.

I was thinking, “Here we go with Robin’s stupid bullshit.  She has got to try to ruin this for me.”  Robin continued, “I suppose it would be O.K. if you were going to kill me, that wouldn’t be so bad I guess, but I have two little children.  Promise me you won’t kill me.”  I replied, “OK”.  She continued, “You promise you won’t kill me?”  I said, “I already told you that I wouldn’t kill you.”

Robin was completely ruining this, which I knew, and she knew, she was trying to do.  She was trying not to laugh, and trying not to smile, but she was barely able to because she thought that this was so funny.  When we got to my house, I said, “Do you want to come in, or do you want to go home?”  Robin said, “I want to go home.”  I said O.K., and made the loop through the driveway to get turned around to go back to town.

All the way back to Robin’s house, she was saying, “I’m going to be in so much trouble, I’m going to be in so much trouble.”  This was because, Robin lived with her disapproving older sister, and her elderly mother.  When we got to Robin’s house, I went and knocked on the door, and I said to her sister, I have Robin in my truck, she had too much to drink, I need to carry her inside.  I carried Robin inside, and I put her down on the sofa.  Robin was saying softly, “I’m in so much trouble, I’m in so much trouble.”

The next day, I imagine that later in the day, Robin had wandered down to the bar and said to Agatha, “Why did you do that to me?”  Agatha would have said, “Then don’t get drunk and pass out in my bar bitch.”  Not very much else would have been said, at that time, because Agatha could not have cared less whether Robin had had sex with me or not.

That day and the days following, Robin was always nice to me, and Agatha always looked out for me.  No one was allowed to stab me in the bar.

Unfortunately, rather than end this story now, I will have to explain this to the people who always complain for the sake of women.

There are women like Agatha, Queen of the Viking women, who see right through the bullshit of women, and do not put up with the bullshit of women.  About a year later, Agatha said to me, “You are too nice to women.  Women don’t like that.  You have got to be meaner to women and treat them like shit.”

There are women like Robin, who I can’t even begin to sum up.  She is small and petite, and the great defenders of women who read these blog posts of mine and write comments, probably think that the police need to be called immediately and that there needs to be an investigation on this.

Robin did not want to go home, she wanted to antagonize me some more, which she thought was very funny.  I thought it was funny too, but it was annoying.  If Robin thought that I was going to hurt her, she would have told her best friend Agatha that she didn’t want to go with me, and if Agatha thought that I would hurt Robin, she would not have had her go with me.

All the things that you think you know about women, all the things that women think they know about women, nobody can say what women will do.

Come And Get It! LGBT Event In Dickinson December 17, 2017

Come And Get It!  Dickinson State University Women’s Basketball Team will be hosting a home game against Presentation College on December 17, 2017 at 3:00 p.m.

As I promised, I will be announcing all the LGBT action at upcoming DSU Athletic Events.  The DSU campus is very pro-LGBT, you could call it a haven, right here in western North Dakota.

Feel welcome to meet and socialize with all the DSU coaches, faculty, staff, athletes, and their families.  And check out the finest and hottest ladies in western North Dakota!  We’ve got short ones, we’ve got tall ones, we got black ones, we got white ones!

I have looked the Bluehawks roster of players, and I have looked at the Saints roster of players, and I can tell you this will be one of the biggest ho-down show-downs of fine ass seen in North Dakota since the Miss America USA pageant in November!

Come for the game, but stay for the party.  The DSU campus is situated right in the middle of beautiful and exotic downtown Dickinson, only blocks away from world-famous Villard Street.  Try out The Paragon, The Rock, The Esquire Club, The Brickhouse Lounge, The Blue 42, and The Liquid Assets.

Drink till you puke! Because the Dickinson Police aren’t working that day!

Maddie Gower And Heather Louise On Facebook

For those of you who do not read my blog website regularly,  I have lived in Dickinson, North Dakota for approximately the past five years.  I came to work here during the Oil Boom that lasted from approximately 2007 through 2014.  Though the Oil Boom is over now, and many oil field jobs have gone away, I can still make more money here than I can where my home is in Idaho, which is why I stay.

I started this blog website approximately three years ago, out of boredom and frustration.  There is very little to do and no where to go in western North Dakota.  One of my biggest frustrations, is that there is a shortage of women, and a scarcity of attractive women.

In Dickinson, the ratio of men to women is probably 3:1.  In the other oil field towns in western North Dakota where I work sometimes, the ratio of men to women varies from 10:1 to 30:1.  Even though there was, and still is a tremendous shortage of women, prostitution is not allowed, and there are no strip bars.

Because there is a shortage of women in western North Dakota, the women that are here, for the most part, do not care about their appearance.  They do not care that they are overweight, that their hair is unkempt, and that they are sloppily dressed.  They glare, scowl, sneer, and they say and do mean unfriendly things.

The only attractive women that I ever see, are on the internet.  Perhaps because Facebook feels sorry for me, approximately two months ago, Facebook began adding to my “Friend Suggestions” and “People You May Know”, beautiful women from around the World:  Vietnam, Russia, Turkey, Italy, France, Brazil, Venezuela, Australia, and more places.

Not only were these women beautiful, unlike women in North Dakota, they took pride in how they looked, and they wanted to show off what they looked like.  I looked at many beautiful women from around the World on Facebook for the past two months.  One of the women who stood out, was Maddie Gower from Pennsylvania.

I wanted to write about Maddie Gower for several reasons.  Maddie is approximately 20 years old.  I will just attribute it to boredom, that Maddie takes a couple of photographs of herself each day, and she then posts these photographs to her Facebook profile.

To the readers who are shrieking at me right now for writing about this young lady Maddie’s personal Facebook page and her photographs, I thought that she knew that hundreds or thousands of men from around the World were looking at her Facebook profile, because these men were leaving comments to each of her photographs that she posted.  Maddie appeared to enjoy it when men from around the World would leave compliments about each of her photographs.  Though less than one hundred of these men were leaving comments, hundreds or thousands were looking.

I wrote this particular blog post using Maddie’s full name, because I wanted her to see this blog post and read it.  I liked looking at Maddie’s photographs too.  Only about 0.1% of women, that’s 1 in 1,000, are as physically attractive as Maddie.  She is young, healthy, in very good physical condition, very good looking, and she wears slightly revealing or alluring clothing around her house and she takes photographs of herself.

To someone like me who lives in western North Dakota, I don’t ever get to see anything like this anymore, it is just a distant memory, it is like it doesn’t exist.  Another one of the reasons why I wrote this blog post using Maddie’s full name, was so that other people in western North Dakota who never get to see attractive women could look at her Facebook page and see her photographs too.

I did not think that I would be upsetting Maddie by calling attention to her Facebook page, because I was under the impression that she wanted people to see her photographs, and that she liked to receive comments from people if they were positive comments.

I was concerned, and I was worried, that Maddie should not post the name of the college that she goes to or the town that she lives in, so that people would not try to stalk her or do anything to her.  Later, I found that Maddie’s mother, Heather Louise, posts more photographs of herself on Facebook, than her daughter does.

This made me feel a little less worried about Maddie posting photographs of herself, because her mother Heather posts more photographs of herself, than Maddie.  Heather also appears to enjoy comments about her photographs that are positive comments.

Besides Maddie and her mother Heather being good looking, I also liked and appreciated that they take pride in their appearance, care how they look, and that they enjoy showing off how they look.  This attitude is almost completely non-existent where I live.

If Maddie and Heather didn’t know that there were thousands of men looking at their Facebook profiles, they will now after reading this.

Update 12/01/2017:

Maddie did see this blog post of mine, approximately two days after I wrote it.  She immediately changed all of her Facebook privacy settings, so that nothing about her Facebook profile is public now.  I am sorry that I can not see her photographs anymore.  Hundreds or thousands of men would be very angry at me if they knew that I was the cause of them no longer being able to see her photographs.

However, overall, this is a very good and positive result if Maddie did not know that there were thousands of men looking at her Facebook profile, photographs, and personal information, and this is something that she did want or intend to happen.

There are many women who take photographs of themselves and post these photographs to Facebook or their websites.  They take precautionary measures, such as not using their full name, not using their real name, not giving the name of the town where they live, not giving the name of where they work, not giving the name of where they go to school, and being careful not to include any personal or identifying information in the background of their photographs.

Hopefully, Maddie will begin posting photographs of herself again, being careful not to disclose too much personal information.

Update 12/02/2017:

Today, Maddie’s Facebook profile is Public again.  You can see many of her photographs now.

Warning To Women In Dickinson, About Me

I should probably give this warning to women in Dickinson, about me, at least annually or bi-annually.  I do not want women in Dickinson to ruin their marriages or careers by having a relationship with me, it is not worth it.

Even women who are intelligent, accomplished, and have good sense, are vulnerable and susceptible to being seduced, or falling victim to their own desires.  Boredom, loneliness, curiosity, empathy, lust, the feeling of excitement and danger, the desire for revenge, and the feeling of being in love are things that lead women to be involved with men that they shouldn’t be.

For women who have been married for many years, it may seem that there have been way more bad times than good, nothing turning out the way that they wanted or expected, feeling that they have been used and unappreciated.  It may seem this way, especially when one chooses to ignore the good things, caring, and happiness that does exist in marriage.  Being with me would or could ruin your marriage, and you might only realize what you had lost after it was irretrievably broken.

Friendships, social contacts, social standing, and a reputation are very important to women.  Each one of these four elements, are interdependent on the others.  A woman might not be able to maintain friendships, social contacts, or her social standing, if she gains a bad reputation.  A woman’s whole life, her career, her success, might be dependent upon her reputation.

If a woman in Dickinson were to become involved with me, and it became known, her reputation would suffer.  Dickinsonians would ask themselves what is wrong with her, doesn’t she have any sense, and doesn’t she know any better?  She would be considered to be a traitor.

Further warning is this, I like to sleep, I am usually behind in doing laundry, I like to play, I don’t like to spend money, and I don’t have a lot of money.  Soon, any woman would get tired and frustrated with this.

I am warning any woman who is married, who has a successful career, or who is on the verge of having a successful career, to not have too much involvement with me.

Jan Murtha Taking Over As Dickinson City Attorney, But She Is Probably Not Available For Dating

I have to work out of town several days each week.  As I was driving back to Dickinson this evening, the drive was boring and monotonous, because I didn’t have anything to look forward to in Dickinson.  Just grocery shopping.  Then I have to leave again tomorrow morning.

When I got home, I looked at my blog website statistics to see how many views my website got and to see if there were any comments.  I had good readership recently, and I saw that this was because Google had listed some of my blog posts under Dickinson Local News Community Update.  In order to see which of my blog posts Google had included in Dickinson Local News, I scrolled through the Google Local News and I saw a Dickinson Press newspaper story titled, “Jan Murtha Taking Over As Dickinson City Attorney”.

From the photograph that was included with this Dickinson Press newspaper article, it appeared to me that Jan Murtha might be attractive.  Though this photograph of Jan was perhaps meant to be plain and stark, to accompany news articles focusing on her professional work and accomplishments, I thought that she might actually be good looking.

I read the Dickinson Press newspaper article.  This article said that Jan had been working as a North Dakota Assistant Attorney General in Bismarck, before that she worked as an assistant county attorney in Duluth, Minnesota, and that she had also worked in private practice.

I was glad that the City of Dickinson was going to fill an important staff position with someone from some place else, who was not from Dickinson, who probably did not go to school in North Dakota, who had worked outside of North Dakota.  Possibly a “normal” person.  This would be good for Dickinson.  Also, it looks much, much better for the City of Dickinson to have a City Attorney who is not an employee of a local law office.

I was thinking that Jan would be a good girlfriend for me.  The Dickinson Press newspaper did not say anything about Jan being married and the name of her husband, which is something that they usually do when someone is married.  I frantically did Google searches trying to see if Jan was married, and to try to find any more photographs of Jan.  As most readers know, there is a shortage of women in Dickinson.

In my haste and excitement, it appeared to me that I had found out that Jan or “Janilyn” was the daughter of the late Thomas Murtha, a long time Dickinson attorney.  So much for Janilyn not being from Dickinson, I thought, at least she went to work out of state,  and worked in Bismarck as an Assistant Attorney General.  I did see that Jan was formally going by “Ms. Janilyn Murtha”, so certainly, she was not married.  I read that she went to law school in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Thank God, not North Dakota.

I was going to include Ms. Janilyn Murtha on my widely known blog post “List Of Attractive Women In Dickinson” right away, in order for her to feel welcome and appreciated, and also in order for men to be alerted to the fact that she was available for dating.  As most readers know, there is a shortage of women in Dickinson.

I wanted to write a blog post about how “Wonderful” it was that Ms. Janilyn Murtha would be taking over as City Attorney, that she was attractive, not married, and available for dating, in a way that wouldn’t make her decline the job and move away.  My strategy was, that calling attention to her attractiveness and singleness, would cause all kinds of dumb ass men to proposition her several times a day, for months.  This would result in three possibilities:

  1. She would soon meet a man that was nicer than all of the other dumb asses, and this would be the one that she picks and stays with.
  2. She would soon become accustomed to being propositioned all of the time, though worn out and tired of it.  After dating whoever she thought had potential, seemingly meeting everyone there was to meet, and not finding any one, this is when I would want to make her acquaintance.
  3. She would move away.

In preparation for writing my blog post about Ms. Janilyn Murtha, I continued to try to find out more about her, by performing internet searches, especially trying to find more photographs of her.  Eventually, I found that in 2006 Jan was married to Thomas Murtha IV, son of the late Thomas Murtha III.

This changes things.  If Ms. Janilyn Murtha is married, she is probably not available for dating.  I would have felt like an idiot, writing an enthusiastic blog post about a nice unmarried woman moving to Dickinson, when in fact, she is married.

I blame this near embarrassing mishap, on Janilyn, her husband, and the Dickinson Press.  This caused me a great deal of confusion, this “Ms.” business, and it nearly caused havoc in Dickinson.  Why, why, why in Dickinson, would any woman want to go by “Ms.” instead of “Mrs.”?  This is just inviting trouble.  As most readers know, there is a shortage of women in Dickinson.