Wednesday, April 12, 2006
The WFF Theory Part II - The Flip Side
Now as I have written earlier, unless one is truly a character from romance novels, ie. buff without spending stupid amounts of time in the gym, owns the neighbourhood money mill, and a perfect lover EVERY SINGLE TIME with absolutely NO practice (hey even I have to get educated, and I can always use more practice... more more!), one's dark side is bound to surface sooner or later.
Surprise surprise, we are all human. We have failings. That's what is so shite, and so wonderful about humans.
So, unless you're a master at hopscotch, you're gonna have to put BOTH feet into any relationship you're gonna have.
Enough diddling. So let's dive right in, sans foreplay.
Worst Foot Theory is NOT a exact opposite of the Best Foot Forward Theory.
No, friends. In essence, the spirit of it asks for 2 things. Management of Expectation, and Honesty.
Are the 2 related? Yes and no.
When I'm talking about management of expectation, I mean simply this. What is REALLY the level that you can sustain in the long run? Do not over promise, in your actions OR in your words.
In honesty, it simply means to present or communicate to the other person as true and as accurate a picture of yourself as you can.
I named it the WFF theory, because there's one point of time, I literally presented the WORST POSSIBLE SCENARIO to the gal I was interested in. It is completely against my grain. Voices in my mind were screaming out, WTF am I doing? Are you NUTS? That's it, you're gonna spend your life being single, lonely and branded a bastard for the rest of your life.
Was I leaning over backwards to prove a point? Maybe. I admit, it might even be excessive. But frankly, the point I'm trying to make is this.
Why wait till 6 months down the road to show exactly who you are? If the other party loves you, the other party takes you for WHO YOU ARE. Right now. All of you, good AND bad.
Yeah, I put myself out on a limb there, but then again, if the gal I like didn't like me for ALL of me, will we really be happy together for any long period of time? I don't think so.
As such, I remember telling my male buddies. I reserve my affection and my pampering for my girlfriend. If I'm truly interested in a gal, I owe myself, and I owe her to present myself as truly, and as honestly as I can.
Take me as I am. A flawed human being. I have strengths, and I have weaknesses. I am not strong all the time. I'm not smart most of the time, only brief flashes of inspiration. I'm not handsome, and I can't always think up of brilliant ideas. I dress shabbily, and my breath will stink at times.
Take the whole of me, or don't take me at all.
Just like walking, If one starts with the worst foot forward, the other foot is bound to catch up, yes?
And of course, in any case, women for some strange, masochistic reason absolutely LOVE bad boys. But more on that another time. It's late. I need to get my ass back to bed.
Need rest to party the whole damn weekend. HAH!