It is an age old truism that you have to LIKE the person you are with for it to have any kind of future at all.
It is of course hard / impossible to like a spoiled brat.
The upside of pornography is of course that you ONLY get the visual cues, you are protected from exposure to the sink full of dishes, the world owes me a living because I was born with a cunt attitude, and the harsh reality of the Police turning up after a fake DV accusation.
Which is just as well, because as soon as those aspects of reality intrude, the attractiveness of the wimminz in question disappears out the window.
Where have all the good men gone? Y’all shit on us so extensively and so completely that we have all learned the lesson, to treat wimminz with the contempt they deserve.
Which brings me back to PoF, and I am definitely seeing a change in attitude in the wimminz, both desperation and frustration are leeching into their profiles and attitudes so strongly that they cannot even fake it in an online dating profile.
Stamps feet. WHY hasn’t PoF brought me my niggerz in shining armour yet!!!
Of course, as more and more of the “real wimminz nature” seeps through, they get less and less fuckable, and as they get less and less fuckable, more and more of the real wimminz nature seeps through.
Which brings us right back to the beginning, you have to LIKE the wimminz you are with, to stay with her, which brings us to one of the old standby’s of men’s relations with wimminz, the sheer number of men who think to themselves that there is something wrong with them, because they seem to attract so many fucked up wimminz and so few decent ones.
The fact is, if there are mainly fucked up wimminz, or to be realistic ONLY fucked up wimminz whose fuckups you know about, and fucked up wimminz whose fuckups you do not yet know about, then the problem is not with you.
So, in the spirit of full disclosure, and this is not an exhaustive or complete list, here are some examples of the fucked up wimminz I have fucked, and the thing I discovered about them that made them impossible to like;
- She had made commercial porn on VHS.
- She was previously a hooker.
- She fucked her biological father.
- She fucked her biological brother.
- She did not know who the biological father of her children was (If you eat a tin of beans, how do you know which one made you fart?)
- She referred to the biological father of her children as The Sperm Donor.
- She was quite happy to fuck in front of her children.
- She was a lush, eg passing out drunk from a bottle of vodka.
- She was always broke and poor mouthed, despite being on handouts that totalled more than my takehome.
- She was seeing a shrink most of her life for her delusional and acting out behaviour.
- She always had money for lottery tickets but was always short of money to feed the kids.
- She had a dirty / messy house, always dishes in the sink, clothes on the bedroom floor, smalls on the bathroom floor.
- She broadly hinted that I could fuck her pre-pubescent daughter (run the fuck away Will Robinson)
- She would only “cook” fast and easy TV dinner / frozen meal stuff, because she was too busy / lazy.
- She would immediately distance herself the instant I had a personal or family problem, or temporary shortage of spare cash.
- She would always be telling me about how nasty her ex’s were to her.
- She would act like she had the right to hit me, and I was not supposed to punch the bitch out in return.
- She would cut herself with a knife.
- She would lie, badly, like a 4 year old with chocolate cake all over his face denying they had eaten the chocolate cake, and get angry when I did not buy her bullshit.
- She would have a secret stash of money, and then lie when I found it and used it to pay a bill (What’s his is ours (mine) and what is mine is my own, mentality)
- She would tell you a long and incredibly detailed story about one of her family members or an ex or an employer, and then you would meet the person in question and get an UTTERLY different version of events, a different version that was then supported by several other individuals.
- She would steal from someone else, a so called friend or employer, and then justify it to you because they had allegedly done her some wrong back in 1745 AD
- She would seek conflict, and not resolution, in every instance.
- She would lie both about the number of abortions she had, and her reasons for having them.
- She would spy and pry, eg picking up your phone when you went for a piss and checking call records, or starting a fight when she tried to put your phone was locked.. nota bene the same level of disclosure was not forthcoming from her.
- She would claim to be pregnant, or “accidentally” get pregnant.
- She would make MY friends unwelcome or be rude to them.
- She would lose her temper but it was always MY shit that accidentally got damaged.
- She would steal from me, either regular small amounts or a whole “twenty” or I’d give her a twenty having nothing smaller and never get my 17 change.
- She would claim that X thing that we had or did in common, was provided by HER efforts / work / money.
- She would always cause trouble in any situation where she did not hold the upper hand, e.g. an apartment with the lease in my name only.
- She would “accidentally” overuse something that *I* was financially liable for, e.g. phone bill and long distance calls.
- She would fail to show common courtesy, e.g. “Thank you” when you functioned as dad’s taxi.
- She would have a stale / unwashed / smelly cunt (often a sign of plenty of recent cock)
- She would always be late.
- She would interrogate me about where I had been / what I had been doing.
- She would accuse me of doing shit I had not been doing, e.g. shagging someone else or talking to a wimminz etc.
- She has ANY baggage from ANY previous relationshits.
and not forgetting
- She made an FRA (false rape accusation) against me.
- She committed perjury in Court against me.
- She used our kids as weapons against me.
PS, do not assume that this list was one thing per wimminz… some had more than one thing, and I didn’t bug out early enough, e.g. after discovering the first thing.
Also, do not assume that ANY of these things are trivial, or something that “we both could have worked at an overcome”
If *I* have any impediment to a relationship, such as a gambling addiction, then it is down to ME to get that shit cured, it is not my future wife’s responsibility, not even if she drove me to it, because I should have got the fuck out instead.
Which brings me to my current main long term fuckbuddy, I quite like the bitch, I do not respect her, because she has done some crap stuff in the past long before I met her, but provided that shit stays in the past, I can respect that.
I don’t like her enough to get into a relationshit, because the laws of the land are so skewed in her favour I would be making myself a hostage to fortune, and I LIKE my life now and the shit I have.
There are things about her life that I do not like, but the relationshit we have is such that I am not exposed to those things.
She does not even mention, much less ask, what I do when I am not with her, she is all about making the time we do spend together pleasant for me, which may just mean she is smart enough to play the long term game against me, but I am more than ready for that one too… lol
So it isn’t where have all the good men gone, you cannot log in to PoF and see 400,000 people online and really claim that there are NO good men available in 200,000 guys who are online RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
It is where have all the good wimminz gone, and the answer is that the VERY few that there are are still married to their childhood sweetheart… and that allows their men to remain the good men they once were, and bitches, THOSE men ain’t available.
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