Further to a chat with a mate about a recent skank ho of mine.
So he says to me, you not bonking skanky this weekend, I told him no, that one has run its course.
Damn he says, she showed promise, had a lot going for her, what happened?
Quelle fucking surprise I told him, she fucking lied to me.
Ah he says, I knew you said a couple of weeks ago you suspected it.
Yeah, didn’t have any fucking proof until a couple of days ago, but had that gut feeling summat wasn’t right, and when it comes to wimminz I always trust my gut feelings, no matter how fucking vague.
Of course, being a wimminz, as soon as you call them on their bullshit their fucking attitude instantly shifts forever, but like the lass upstairs who waited all of three days of mourning for her boyfriend who was carted of by po-lice in handcuffs, before literally moving in a new guy, but as she said to him as the po-lice hauled him away, she wasn’t cheating on him, no sir.
As I said to my mate, and to the skank in question, it’s not the fact she fucked someone else that bothers me, she has had so many cocks and cunts another one doesn’t make the slightest difference, her value was already zero.
It’s not even just the fucking lying, although that is a big part of it, no, what really gets me is a/ thinking she could bullshit me, and b/ acting like a spoilt child when she gets caught, and revving up the hamster wheel in order to avoid having to face the reality and consequences of HER choices and HER actions.
How the fuck am I supposed to respect *anything* about a spoiled three year old who has ridden a thousand cocks?
One fucking day, just fucking maybe, I will meet a woman, and by definition this would be a woman and not a wimminz, familiar with the concepts;
- Ignoring the future consequences of your current actions does not in any way negate those consequences.
- every single choice you make today has repercussions for your entire future life
- once you break something, like trust or your word or not having told a lie to an individual, you can’t *ever* go back to the way things were
- once you change the way things were in one area, you change the way things were in all areas
The last one is the doozy, once you lie, or otherwise change the playing field by your actions, there is no more “mates rates” if I sell you something, there is no more pay me back that 50 as and when you can, no rush, there is no more sure, grab a coffee, pull up a chair and tell me your troubles, I no longer give a fuck.
And you gotta remember, I am the least likely guy to indulge in any of the nicey nicey shit and buy you a drink to chat you up or flowers or crap, sure, if you are here and sucking my cock all night I’m happy to feed you coffee and mebbe some vittlins, if I am eating too, usually zero financial expenditure of any kind on my part (apart from anything else, doing something dumb like buying the bitch some flowers for her birthday = instant loss of respect for ya) and even so, you still gotta trust your fucking intuition when something ain’t right, and that means INSTANTLY start thinking and acting like it is game over, even if you might get another fuck or two out of the skank.
So he says to me, basically you just don’t trust *any* wimminz do ya bro.
I tell him, no I don’t, and so far I have been proven right 100% of the time.
And you know how men fuck up, they apply LOGIC and REASON, two utterly alien concepts to the situation, and thus come to the conclusion that she can’t be doing x, because there is no possible fucking upside for her in doing x, and nothing but a multitude of downsides reverberating down the path of her future.
So he grins at me and says hey, it could be worse, we could be living in Damascus.
lol
