When the Predator Becomes the Prey…

When you single men (and some of you who are not so single) go out to a bar, club, sporting event, car wash, grocery store, library (okay, you get the point) ,you usually have it in mind that you are on “the hunt”. If you see an attractive girl, you approach. Whether or not you’re wearing sweats or suit, good mood or bad, if you’re single, you’re on the hunt. Women aren’t naturally inclined to prey. Social conditioning has taught us that we are not the ones who approach, we are the ones who are approached; clubs have ladies nights for this very reason. If a club had a guy’s night, it’d be a sausage fest.

But then, there are times when the Prey becomes the Predator…

A Female Predator is completely different from a Male one. Whereas, the hunt is a common thing for you, there is usually an “occasion” for the Female Predator, a reason, a goal. Unlike a 3 a.m. Girl who wants to go out, party (get drunk), grab a few numbers and possibly get laid, a Female Predator?

Wants to get fucked.

Whether it’s a simple revenge fuck (i.e. her man was caught cheating) or it’s time to make it rain after a long sexual drought, the Female Predator stalks her prey and it’s all very methodical.

All dressed up and only one place to go. (that would be your bed)…
A woman in Predator Mode knows she has to compete with the regular girls and the 3 a.m. girls for your attention. So check for the details. She’s going to be in a cocktail dress, some nice “fuck me” pumps and she’s going to be a little bit more glossy than what you’re used to… her. Oh and you can be guaranteed that she’s got the matching thong and bra on under that outfit.

She has a wingwoman…
This wingwoman is there specifically for the purpose of egging the Predator on, because women in Predator mode is not normally a predatory or 3 a.m. type of girl. This way, if she wavers in her mission, her wingwoman is there to whisper in her ear:

“remember when that bastard said he had to work late on Valentine’s day? Mmm hmm, betcha that fucker was with her! You know you were too good for him girl! Now, go dance with that one over there!”

And note: that’s wingwoman, singular. She needs a partner in this love crime. Not a girl’s night out.

She’s in new territory…
Is the club/bar/event your regular thing? Is she a new face? Yup. Predators don’t hunt in familiar areas, lest they bump into someone they know. So, they seek out a new venue specifically for such an occasion. Look for the face that seems out of place…chances are she’s on the hunt.

This right here? This is business…
Watch when she walks into the club…she’s scoping the room rather than scoping for friends. She’s not meeting anyone she already knows…she’s looking to meet you.
She’s getting close. So close you can smell where she dabbed her perfume between her breasts (no sweet florals, she’s wearing the musk with added pheromones). She pays little attention to your conversation, but her hands are on you. Oh yeah, the breasts are in their best push up bra so that they’re right there in your face for the taking. She’s engaging all the senses. The little bit that she says, it’s flirty…but it’s that innuendo kind of flirty. Everything she says sounds like sex. She buys a cocktail with a cherry, just to tie the stem with her tongue in front of you. She has a goal. She’s pulled out her full arsenal. You’re in her sights honey…but this is that time when she’s going to pull your trigger.

She makes you feel squirmy. In a good way…
She’s so close to you. She’s ordered a SEX on the beach. Wait, did she just grab your ASS while you were dancing? You’re thinking, this is the stuff WE do, but it just seems, unnatural. But deep down inside, you’re LIKING this.

Or, you see her on the floor…her BFF is at the DJ booth…suddenly a song like “Ooops (Oh My)” comes on. Look again. She’s singing along. You expect that, at the chorus, her shirt is gonna come up over her head and you’re waiting. You feel like getting comfortable, this is some good shit right here… you reach over to the nightstand to grab the lotion…and then…

Then you remember you’re in public. If she’s making eye contact with you while she plays Private Dancer, get over there dammit!

You can’t tell if she’s drunk…she could be?
Predators don’t want to go home with any old Buddy. This isn’t the sloppy-she’s-going-to-start-crying-about-her-ex-in-the-middle-of-hooking-up type of night. She’s on a mission. Therefore, she’ll stay well within her limit…staying close to the bar and near to the dance floor. She may “act” a little messy. But trust, it’s part of the Predator Arsenal… “ooops! Spilled my drink on your upper leg, let me wipe that for you…”

When she wakes up in the morning, she wants to say, “mission accomplished”, not “what the fuck happened?”

You’ll never hear from her again…
This is why she’s in unfamiliar territory. This is why she went to your place instead of you going to hers. Okay. You’ll get the text that thanks you for the night…but there’s no follow up. Unless you really rocked her world or made her breakfast in the a.m. consider yourself done. She got what she wanted.

Happy hunting…erm, I mean, being hunted.

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