This was the advice from the (formerly) highly
regarded Dr Chris Hart
But there are bad girls, too, who always break their boyfriends’ hearts. You will recognise her on sight! Instantly
arousing and loads of fun, she knows exactly how to strut her stuff. The highest heels, shortest skirts, deepest
necklines, barest midriffs and the sexiest lingerie – or none at all. She
parties all night, loves sex and will happily fulfil any fantasy you can
imagine any time you like.
But she is totally untrustworthy and will never be loyal. Every man
wants her – and she knows it. She lost her virginity way too soon, laughs and
flirts with your friends, and will be with anyone who catches her eye.
Or this…
But good girls
can also be boring and predictable. So no lust or lacy underwear. And even the
most faithful girl can bring a mountain of problems. Watch for the signs that she will be awful in
bed. Self-conscious, never saying what she wants, endlessly giggling or really
quiet, over-analysing everything, afraid to try anything new and never making
up her mind.
…even remotely sensible things to say? And how about this…
Instead, marry the girl who eats well, spends more on food than clothes,
plays video games and likes being naked around the house. She will be lots of fun – and loyal. Now
then, all you need to do is train her to be a wildcat between the sheets.
There is no way a bad girl is ever going to be good. You have to start
with someone who is faithful and fun then teach her to be sexually uninhibited. Help her discover her natural sensuality.
Show her how great sex creates a powerful bond between you.
Train her to be a wildcat? Teach her to be sexually uninhibited? EH? Forgive me, but this needs to be said. Motherfucker what?
I am taking deep calming breaths right
now.
Woooosaaaaaa…
By his definition, I am probably a ‘bad
girl’, what with my short skirts and plunging necklines, and virginity lost
very early. But wait, I own neither of
those items, and I lost my virginity quite late, relatively speaking, and I generally don't receive too much attention from many men, as y'all well know (is why I have a blog, and an imaginary cat). I guess that makes me a ‘good girl’ then,
what with my cotton undie wearing, quiet, over analytic ways, right? No, wait, I suspect I know a little something
about sex (possibly more than this mother...), and I’m pretty sure my natural sensuality was discovered a long while
back. I guess that means I’m one of
those exceptional women who are neither one thing nor the other, kinda like
every other woman I know.
Woooosaaaaaa…
Doctor, on behalf of all the women who are not
‘disloyal bad girls’ or ‘sexually inhibited good girls’ or house pets looking
to be trained, fuck you very much, you silly ass of a man.
