In the love between man and woman, who is making fun of whom?

A woman has a new boyfriend. He seems to be hesitant to speak many times. In fact, he just wants to ask a question: How many men have you had? This question is often asked in the popular game "Tell the Truth". When asked, the women either lied or gave ambiguous answers, saying that they either had too many or too few experiences with men and did not want others to know.

In the love story between a man and a woman, who is making fun of whom?

The girls discussed how many men are worth sleeping with. Combining various opinions, the conclusion is as follows:

0 = Lived in vain

1 = Loss

2 to 3 = Traditional

3 to 5 = Normal

5 to 10 = Break even

…

30 to 50 = Too open

50 and above = complete bullshit

After seeing this set of figures, women found it very interesting, while men were shocked, as statistics were the exclusive domain of men a few years ago. Women are so fierce nowadays!

Men are consumables

Protagonist: Chen Yang, 32 years old advertising man

All men are consumable. This was not said by me, but by a man named Ryu Murakami.

When I was in middle school, I fell in love with my Chinese teacher. When he read my composition in class, his voice was so beautiful. Although he finally commented that my words were flashy and the content was empty, which made me feel very depressed, I still couldn't hate him because my young heart needed a place to rest.

During my internship, I fell in love with my boss, even though it was an incestuous relationship that everyone despised, or some people thought I was scheming, but in fact I just thought he was the best and most mature man I had ever met, I just fascinated him, and I was a little disappointed when he put his hand on my chin, I thought he should treat me in a warmer manner, such as holding me in his arms, or stroking my hair. I didn't expect this kind of provocative behavior, but it miraculously ignited the desire in my heart and melted me instantly. But soon he married another woman, and told me that it was just a man's curiosity at the time, and that it was not love, but like dry wood meeting a raging fire, which would soon turn into ashes. I didn't understand why he didn't love me, and I didn't want to bother thinking about it.

I got a boyfriend 6 years ago. I was with him because he was so nice to me. I was afraid of being alone and needed a companion, even if it was only for a short time. I broke up with him after two years because I was terrified at the thought of being married and spending the rest of our lives together. The first time I saw a man cry for me, I was really touched, but that was not love either.

I got married 3 years ago. My husband is handsome, sexy and charming. If he were my closer, it would be worth it to me. But you have to remember that no one is perfect. This handsome guy sometimes has a bad temper. Although when he is happy, he can create the most intoxicating romance, when he is angry, he often greets my mother and smashes whatever he can get. I always have nightmares that he throws me to the ground and breaks me to pieces. For safety reasons, we eventually broke up. I heard that this guy got married again a year later, and I wasn't happy. Why? I haven't even found a proper employer yet!

After a few unreliable relationships, I fell in love again last year. After examining four people of the opposite sex with different qualifications, I chose one with a higher comprehensive index. The specific content of the investigation is to be about 1 hour late for a date and observe the other party's reaction; to drag my friends to him to eat and drink and see his reaction; to refuse several dates to see his resilience, etc. The person chosen is pretty good. Although she doesn’t have the passion of Girls’ Generation, she still feels pretty happy.

Last month I started learning to drive and I found a handsome guy. He kept chatting me up, so I couldn't help but get excited again...

It is said that women in this era are vigorous and strong, and men are treated as daily necessities, and consumables at that. In fact, I think that I and the girlfriends around me don’t think so. Everything is a coincidence and a natural thing. Only through experience can a woman realize what kind of partner and life she needs. It is better than marrying a man she meets without thinking, and then complaining about the dull life and secretly looking for opportunities to cheat.

I'm one of your list

Protagonist: Xu Ping, 34-year-old financial director

When I met Aiai, I admit that I went there to hunt for sex. Amid the deafening sound of dance music, tipsy men and women swayed in various postures. The air was filled with a variety of scents, and there was a simple and straightforward kind of happiness. Aiai and I sat at the bar, talking loudly and drinking in big gulps.

Aiai is not a very pretty girl. Even in the dim light of the disco, one can see some flaws in her appearance. However, Aiai is a very charming girl. A unique charm emanates from her nature, which makes people feel very desirable. Earlier, didn’t the Qing Dynasty playboy Li Yu say, “Once a woman has a charming demeanor, three or four points of beauty are worth seven or eight points of beauty.” So, in my eyes, the snow is so beautiful.

When we were about 70% drunk, we went to the hotel. She was entwined around me like an ivy, pointing at my nose, looking at me with a dazed look, and then said, "I'm telling you, you can't fall in love with me!"

But after a night of passion, I fell in love with her. It's not just her young body, but that kind of indescribable temperament. A woman's charm is often like this, like walking in a thick fog, trying to discern the road ahead, but becoming more and more confused the more she goes around in circles. Normally, a divorced man like me shouldn't be so lacking in self-control, but to her, all the rules seem too pedantic.

I said, Aiai, be my girlfriend and live with me, okay? Aiai looked at me with regret, you are rich, have good taste, and good looks, why do you prefer a fleeting romance like me? Didn't I tell you? You can't fall in love with me, have you forgotten?

When she said this, she had already come over, as if it was just the opening line in a movie. This is what is meant by confusing sentient beings.

I believe I can tie her up, even though she is a fiery bay horse!

I spent a lot of time on her, trying all kinds of ways to please her and buy her gifts. Her words could become my imperial decree. I was even willing to lose myself in her as long as she stayed by my side gently and charmingly. However, these did not change her. She was not cold to me. Sometimes, she even took the initiative to ask for my tenderness. But she never treated me as her own, and many times, I couldn't get through to her on the phone. She enjoyed her secret happiness alone, and put me in a dilemma - of course, it was all my own fault.

When I found out that there were more than one person like me on her list, I was shocked, then hurt, and finally felt empty. But the next day, I laughed dumbly. What a foolish person! He actually forgot his original intention. Isn't it just a sex-hunting operation?

Occasionally, we would make an appointment to get together and reminisce about the mottled and winding old dreams. She is still the same as before, not giving you a penny more or less. I also met her by chance on the street, holding another man's hand, so frankly that it was a little shameless. She never thought there was anything wrong with this, "I'll treat you, you pay the bill." It's just a feast of love and desire for everyone.

There was an article that said such women are poisonous. They are like poppies. After a flowering period, they "become more seductive. Each emotional experience is just a new source of attraction for them. They understand love and demand love. They make those men addicted. They know that this happiness is poisonous, but they go on the road again and again with the intention of not repeating it again." Who will be the next person to be poisoned?

Women’s point of view: if quality is insufficient, then quantity will be sufficient

That day I went to Houhai for fun with a few single girlfriends.

Time passed quickly, and finally a few of us free women decided to play the "Tell the Truth" game for a while and then dispersed. "When was the first time you were hurt by a man?" Xiaoqing asked me. "When I was four, my father refused to buy me a little white rabbit to play with." I cunningly avoided the sensitive question. "Do you have a man to sleep with now?" I asked Mimi, who currently has no boyfriend. "Of course I have, otherwise how would I have the energy to hang out?" Mimi answered readily, then turned to Fangfang and asked, "How many have you slept with?" "Haha!" Fangfang smiled, "Thirty is nothing?" "Thirty to fifty is too open," I replied. "Oh, it doesn't seem like that much. I have to go home and get paper and pen to calculate it carefully. It's hard to say now." "Bah! You dishonest thing." Mimi raised her hand and hit him. "You sadistic woman, you bully me again." Fangfang's expression was so innocent, revealing a charm that had accumulated over time. Perhaps it was really like what she said, for a woman to cultivate into a fairy, it must be achieved on men. How could there be a pure fairy in this world? Mimi said that whether it is worth it does not depend on the number of people, but is entirely determined by the quality. If a man can constantly satisfy a woman's desires and emotions, then why does she need other men? The confusion of many women today is mainly due to the fact that there are too few men who can satisfy them. Yes, nowadays, the gender differences between urban men and women seem to be gradually blurred. Men think that women are becoming more and more casual and are all fickle, while open-minded single women believe that since men are becoming more and more emotional and go with the flow, lasting love sounds like a myth. They can only wander among one man after another, looking for their true love who may appear at any time. Therefore, they can't be considered to have gained anything by tasting a few more men.

Men's point of view: Who is whose bedding?

I know a girl who has been wandering among many men. She often goes out in a flashy way and shows herself off at parties, longing to fall into a sudden love and become an emotionally rich person in an instant. However, the men she fell in love with were often only interested in the pleasures of bed, and the colorful colors were slowly bleached by the passage of time, and finally turned into bright white.

When I was sitting with her in a small bar, she complained to me that those unreliable men were all like the wind, appearing from nowhere and then disappearing, only taking away her best years. I asked her how many men she had been with, she counted on her fingers, smiled at me mischievously, and said she didn't remember. From the shortest being a week to the longest being over a year, she always gave her all. She differentiated herself from those who were keen on one-night stands. She said she just wanted a man with whom she could have sex, a man who was compatible with her. But in the end, they all approached and left one by one. She took a sip of wine and couldn't help sighing.

Do you regret it? I asked her. Regret? This word is not very good and even more inaccurate. To prove this to me, she told me about those days. On the snowy streets of Beijing, I sang a song while riding a boy's bicycle on the way home, followed someone to Yangshuo, kissed sweetly on the bamboo raft on the Li River, and even on the second floor of the former Deep Sea, I lingered with someone to the sound of noisy electronic music... and so on. She said she was grateful to those men who had disappeared long ago. It was they who made her grow up gradually and gave her a lot of joy and love. The longer the time went on, the more obsessed she became. She often selectively remembered those stories that were like the hazy sunlight on the red and pink walls. She laughed—it was worth it.

That laughter is still echoing in my ears. Her passionate laughter can only be described as breathtaking. Just when I was trying to make some adjustments, embarrassment ensued. Once, when I talked about her with a friend who was also in the circle, the man was full of disdain: "Tell me, what's the difference between this and the people in the red-light district? It's just that they don't want money. Do you think they are enlightened?"