Master baiter

Insanity has struck. I think I have discovered the real reason that I am woefully unsuccessful in dating. I am not a good master baiter. That's what it is. I need to learn how to do this myself before I can expect others to grasp the uh...concept.


It's all in the preparation you see. The set up is imperative. You have to have the right mindset. You have to be in the mood - set the stage and get it all ready. You have to know what makes it work for you before you can expect someone else to know how to work it... you have to....what was I talking about again? oh yeah, master baiting.



Is it really like fishing? Do I grab the hook, decide on the lure and throw it in the water and hope for the best? Or, do I decide what would be the best bait? The best bait is determined by what kind of fish I am trying to catch. In this lovely analogy - the man is the fish and I am the fisherman...er - person. I am in control - the one with the firm grasp on the rod and the line. I just have to choose the correct bait - become the master of the bait, which means a deep indepth study of the fish.



The master baiting experiment has begun. What kind of fish do I wish to attract? Well - that would be someone I can have a conversation with, so some semblance of intelligence would be nice. Like-minded, and interested in some of the same things as I am (but not all - heavens to betsy, I do not want a male version of me!). Attractive would be nice - I have to admit, I have a thing for men's hands. I saw a pair of hands a few weeks back that made me want to reach over and touch them to see if they were as strong and masculine as they looked.

but until I meet him - I'll keep practicing my technique, doing the research and learning to be - thank you Seinfeld, master of my domain.