From the author: Briefly and clearly about the important. Alexey Lysenko RaEROMETKA 72 Flowers, gifts, attention and compliments, compliments, compliments... - that's what women expect. And they not only wait, but also actively demand. More! More! More! What lies at the basis of this ever-unquenchable, extremely annoying female thirst for men? Self-dislike. When the woman was still a very little girl, her parents, instead of instilling in her confidence in her own strengths, endlessly pointed out her mistakes and weaknesses, thus hoping to make her better. And the girl tried her best to earn praise, with the help of which she could at least temporarily get rid of the feeling of inferiority consuming her from within. She carried this psychological mechanism (gaining inner comfort with the help of external sources) into her adult life. As long as the man admires, the woman feels good. But as soon as the saving flow of compliments, gifts, praise and assurances of love weakens slightly... - and she again begins to drown in the childish swamp of self-abasement. To get what she needs, she begins to reproach the man for his callousness, inability to love, etc. And the more often she does this, the less she gets. Who wants to sing praises to the source of eternal accusations? In essence, she is trying to force a man to love from under the stick. In other words, fake and force yourself. But no matter how hard he tries, nothing changes. The woman will still not have enough. Men, of course, are not angels either. And they could have been more attentive. But now we are not talking about them, but about the fact that until a woman loves herself, she will invariably destroy and turn into torture her relationship with any, even the most worthy man. Well, judge for yourself: is it conceivable to put out the fire in Saratov if it’s burning in Moscow? ***PS I once suffered greatly, making my way through the dense jungle of abstruse psychological terminology. It was then that I began to think about whether it was possible to express the same thing in simple, understandable words. How well I can do this in my erotic notes, it’s not for me to judge.