I'm no scientist, but ...

Yep, there are times when you just want to put your claws away and be caught by an untamed beast ... Grrrrrr

I'm not fit enough to catch anything... Usually out of breath in the first couple of strides as the Gazelle bounds gracefully away into the undergrowth....

I really should go the the gym more often!

Ill have the lioness lure the prey in while I wait low in the grass to pounce!

Chasing? That smacks of proper effort, and is why the good lord invented landrovers and shotguns...

I have to admit that (metaphorically) munching on new flesh is indeed thrilling, but surely females feel that way too. I tend to get a little irritated at the dogma that the lion's share (no pun intended) of the mating game is the male's responsibility. We are modern humans after all, and I would expect any woman with a modicum of intelligence to be moderately proactive in reciprocating her desire.

As I've intimated before, my strategy is that of a scavenger, rather than a hunter. Either that or a spider-like wait for prey to become entangled in my web (in the form of pics and prose: after all, the concept of the male having something to offer, rather than just breakneck pursuit and brute force, is also a well tried and tested approach).

Above all, I'm a realist. Apart from the fact I find ultra-fit birds a turn-off (as I explained in that jolly blog yesterday), they are more trouble than they're worth, especially for a guy in late(ish) middle age. If I'm going to set my sights on someone, then I have to balance prospective reward against effort expended :-)

And finally - if I'm successful in yet again convincing a woman that I'm worth conjoining with, then contrary to popular belief, whether or not I move on relentlessly to the next gazelle, impala or wildebeest very much depends on how good the eating is. Why the need to look further - at least in the short term - when the nourishment is more than ample? :-)

Luv2, Whilst i accept your observations about the male species,and the need to hunt their prey, i am still of a mind that the hunt is almost totally controlled by the female. My reason for this view is, firstly it is the females that puts herself in to the eyesight of the male to be sure she is noticed, It is also she that ensures he is drawn to her by dressing atractively. Secondly, she very quickly decides whether she will, as you suggested, put her trainers on and run for her life, or to scamper away relatively slowly in her heels wiggling as only she can!! lol, Even in a number of examples i can recall, she has been known to roll over on her back and wait for her tummy to be tickled. Ring any bells Luv2? lol. Not quite the innocent party you may have suggested? lol

DrZook, "Chasing? That smacks of proper effort." Indeed it does, but the question is, is it worth the effort and is it something that males do as a natural instinct? In other words, males really can't help themselves.

Interestingly, it seems the stronger male lions of the Serengeti will only mate with the lioness who puts up a fight and allows them to give chase. The lioness that refuses to fight is often left for the weaker lions of the pack. Scientists believe the drive for this goes much further than it being an indication of the lioness' strength and ability to produce strong cubs. They believe the lion gets a rush of endorphins from the chase, more than that of the actual mating.

Skebbie, you make a couple of interesting points. Whilst it could be argued that your 'scavenger' technique is in fact a 'hunting strategy' after all, your need to look no further for new prey (if satisfied) very much goes against scientific research that I refer to - that male DNA drives you to instinctively go in search of new prey to hunt. Yourself and Zook both mention 'effort', so perhaps it's more to do with evolution and nurture rather than nature. I don't know ...

I wonder if any guys reading this would admit to 'it' being all about the chase?

Swinggo, you are right; we're not all innocent. As a matter of fact, I often wonder if I have a little of the male 'hunting' gene myself. Whilst I have always been honest about my flirtatious nature, I never hide my interest when I have tasty prey in sight. I can be quite the huntress ...

I don't quickly go I search of a fresh kill soon after though. That isn't in my nature.

MissG, ".., why would men still want to see us again after they'd taken claim of their prize? Is it because they know we're a sure thing when stocks are low back on the reserve?"


Ooo, that could be a painful conclusion, but may well be a million dollar question :-0

Luv2, i am not sure that we always go hunting for a fresh kill when we have tasted the one we have snared!!! . I think the dilemma we are faced with, is similar to the kiddie at the ice cream store!!. How do you know which one tastes best until you have tried them all?

You hunt Ice Cream? .......

Enuff said ... A classic example:

Munch your way through a vanilla then just discard it to try a mint choc chip. Did you stop to consider the feelings of the vanilla cone? It's in your DNA!! Ice cream today, Serengeti lionesses tomorrow ;-)

Luv2: I think I'm probably one of those weaker lions to which you refer :-) Even when I was in my 20s, I thought that many of our human mating rituals were a bit daft and a waste of energy, whereas patience, guile and creativity were more likely to yield results. Now that I'm in middle age, cost-effectiveness in terms of energyeffort expended is even more important :-) My present strategy seems to have worked well over the last decade, and for a "weaker lion" who has acquired a "mini-pride" of "B-grade lionesses", perhaps my level of motivation on this site is not as frenetic as that of some of the "alpha males" amongst us :-) If I wait long enough, another lazy lioness eventually emerges from the savannah, and she's usually the type that's interested in recreational pleasure rather than raising cubs :-)

Ealish, "... thought we were descended from primates."
Yep, if you look closely, all the signs are there. Some more obvious than others.

I don't recall chimps being mentioned in the research, but they did include reluctance to mate by an Asian gibbon that is almost extinct. I think it translated into a 'can't be arsed' attitude.

For the avoidance of any doubt, i'm not having a dig at men here. Luv y'all too much for that :-) , but you do have to admit (don't you?) that some of the hunter characteristics are consistent with the nature of this site. It is a sex site after all.

Isn't it the nature of the beast?



Skebbie, "B Grade". Really? Are you trying to upset your Pride? ;-)

One also needs to be sure what it is you're chasing, especially somewhere like this. There you are thinking you've done a cracking job on pursuing and catching a nice tasty zebra, and when you come to take the first bite find it's actually the wrong end of a lame hipper potter mouse...or even worse a male one!

Luv2Suc. You really shouldn't take everything that David Attenborough says,as Gospel truth !
Desmond Morris in his book " Bodywatching " explores the idea of the " HunterGatherer " but in the final analysis concludes what we already know, that most just want to get their leg over with someone who attracts them,spurred on by a deep-seated and subconscious urge to copulate and reproduce.
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After you've tried all the different flavours of Ice Cream don't you find that there is always one you keep coming back to. You may want to try them all but everyone has a favourite and the novelty of new tastes eventually becomes boring and the safe guaranteed pleasure of the Rum & Raisin seems far more appealing....

As an unreconstructed "chaser" (I refrain from going so far as to say hunter in case I sound like a certain gym-queen) I feel the need to not so much defend my position as at least offer a perspective.

I love a challenge in all aspects of life and this is no different. I aim high. Most of the time I just howl at the moon. But I try. It brings the best in me out - after all Mr Lion would soon be extinct if for him a can of stella, a couple of hours watching the footy (wilderbeast going through after a thrilling penalty shoot-out notwithstanding the nasty hyena biting incident) and the offchance of a blowjob from Mrs Lion later was all there was to his exploits.

Instead the chaser tries his best in all respects and, in that there is no such thing as a sure thing, puts just as much effort into subsequent exploits as he did first time around. The stakes are high for sure but just once in a while the results are more than worth the effort, so much so that further adventures with the same quarry are definitely to be looked forward to.

Any prey worth chasing would, I am sure, appreciate that.

Right. Back to the lair to gnaw a bone or two........

Luv2: Far from it. Merely expressing in an alternative way what was implied in your post, i.e. that the lionesses I tend to attract are more likely to appreciate a languid and very filling rut without more of a do and all that attendant fuss and wasted energy :-) After all, as I've freely admitted that I'm not in the testosterone premier league, that's as good as I deserve, right? :-)

It's not about what we 'deserve' ... is it? I was thinking more on the lines of choice, individual preferences and motivations.

There's no right or wrong here and therefore no need to defend any particular perspective. We've all got our own shade of kink and mine is probably more colourful than you'd imagine. Hands up: I'm particularly interested in Frisky's tail :-)

I'm just pleased that you have all offered very valid points of view.

In terms of the hunt; the only thing I like better than the chase, is getting caught ... grrrrr

Oh, I also forgot to mention that, like the Serengeti lioness, I can put up a flippin' good fight. I show no mercy!

(yawn....rolls over, scratches tummy and keeps watching the horizon for Elsa..... :-)

All this talk of lions makes me want to go down the zoo, with me stick with the 'orses 'ed 'andle...the finest that woolworths did sell...

Seriously, how can you chase anyone with your trousers round your ankles.lol

Bloody string keeps popping up everywhere!
Maybe I could use some to catch myself a wild beast ;-)


Oops, that should read "have myself caught by a wild beast" ;-) What? I'm a tie me up kind a girl ... whahahaha

Doktor, you've just made me smile! Had forgotten the 'Ramsbottoms' and young Albert!


Now Albert had heard about lions
How they were ferocious and wild
To see Wallace lying so peaceful
Well it didn't seem right to the child

So straight way the brave little fella
Not showing a morsel of fear
Took his stick with his horses head handle
And pushed it in Wallace's ear

You could see that the lion didn't like it
By giving a kind of a roll
He pulled Albert inside the cage with him
And swallowed the little lad whole

Then Pa who had seen the occurrence
And didn't know what to do next
Said, "Mother! Yon lion's ate Albert."
And Mother said, "Well I am vexed."

MYS, somebody ought to be summonsed for that!

Blackpool! Now there's a real hunting ground ... (shivers).

Last time I went to Blackpool it would have made a good hunting ground for cap'n Ahab...

Brace yourself Zook. You'll have all the Lancashire lasses after you for that.

Luv2: I suspect the last time you went to Blackpool was probably around the last time I watched the Jeremy Kyle show :-)

Christ on a bike - Blackpool on a Saturday night Not in the same league as Hartlepool (which remains even for a seasoned combat campaigner like myself the scariest place on the planet late at night) but pretty out of control all the same.

Weatherspoons behind the Winter Gardens in Blackpool remains the only pub I have ever been thrown into.

I went to Blackpool because somebody told me I could ride A Big One and they promised me it would be dark and wet.
I was disappointed, but I managed to escape with my dignity and knickers in tact ... only just.

Ooo Mugs, that's set me up for an early night ;-)

"You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered ... ". Nutella?

Bit concerned about the Fed Ex thing though :-0

Check out Jasper Carrott's " Day trip to Blackpool" ( ( from the original Day trip to Bangor by Fiddler's Dram )
" Didn't we have a miserable time,the day we went to Blackpool.
It rained all day,we got pissed on the way " etc.

And all for under a pund you know!

When it comes to women I have never been perceptive, I have never realised when I am subtly being come on to and tended to mistake friendly chat as sexual interest. I have therefore had my fair share of embarrassment asking women out who have then looked shocked at the mere suggestion and adversely had quite a few surprizes when people have told me years later about missed opportunities.

In short I will never figure women out and have stopped trying. This is the reason I'm here in the first place. If I wanted to chase prey I go on safari.

I'd much rather settle down with a drink and some atmospheric music (you know the kind ladies, the love doctor himself Mr Barry White) in comfortable surroundings and get some loving on.

A colleague once told me the story of the old bull and the young bull, they'd look into the field next door at the cows each day and the young bull would say how great it would be to fuck a cow. One day the young bull came running past the old bull as fast as his legs would carry him. The old bull shouted "STOP, where are you going", the young bull replied " the farmers left the gate open, I'm running into the field to fuck a cow".
The old bull smiled and said wisely "lets walk down and fuck them all".

Now this story doesn't really illustrate my point but I do like the old bulls attitude, his day's of running round chasing cows are over, he'd rather walk and fuck any cow willing. I suppose my point is there comes a point where playing hard to get isn't doing anyone any favours, if both parties are willing and you have the opportunity isn't it better to expend your energy having fun rather than playing games?

"his day's of running round chasing cows are over, he'd rather walk and fuck any cow willing"

As MissG says....."up to a point" :-) I may have a slightly different philosophy from most "old guys" in that - even if I was down to the very last dregs in my little black book - I'd choose to retain a degree of self-respect, and there would be a bar level I'd prefer not to limbo under, choosing instead to tend my garden or paint a watercolour :-) I've had a decent crack of the whip, and if nothing half decent were to be forthcoming in my dotage, I'd be happy to rest on my laurels and retire with memories of great partners past.

Skebbie I'm not suggesting people don't have standards but as I've got older my priorities have changed. I don't run around chasing the unattainable. I'd rather go for personality than looks these days but I do like women who take pride in their appearance. Given the opportunity with someone willing I'd rather be more direct and get down to having fun rather than play mind games.

Like I said it wasn't a particularly good story to illustrate my point, the blog subject just reminded me of the story.

Miss G "But i stand by my earlier comment, if someone wants youlikes you - then you'll know. Because they'll make it known. One way or another. Eventually." Maybe I just need more obvious signs. Also I feel that I give off a vibe to women that I'm not interested, I am a bit aloof in public but once people start chatting to me I'm happy to chat with them, I just never seem to know what to chat about if I have to make the conversation.

"So what do you think about the developments in user programmable fuel mapping on the latest sports bikes then love?"

"Where the fuck did she go?"

Not in a Schwarzenegger sense I hope!

I think where my view differs from skebbie is also that I don't feel like I've had a good crack of the whip, I feel like I've a good few whips still to crack, and time stand still for no man so lets get cracking.

You could get run over by a bus tomorrow! I love that saying, it conjures up images of roads filled with mental bus drivers looking for their next kill.