Quitting Relationshits, A Personal Story
The cost-benefit and risk-benefit analysis for relationships no longer works out in Anglo America. Seriously, it doesn’t. As men, we are expected to give up the fruits of our labor and our fortunes for women who could care less about us. Real Sexism ran the calculations and women spend an outrageous 90% more than they earn, and even though men make 62% of all income we only account for 20% of domestic spending – women make up 80% of the consumerism machine. We are minimalists by nature, and women are lavish spenders and wasters. Why turn yourself into a provider module that gets put through the meat grinder to power female consumption and waste when flings will accomplish the same thing that most men want – fulfilling their sexual desires? Especially if you like having a variety of women.
In talking with a man I deeply respect who is the epitome of the “good guy” who is now approaching retirement, the same guy who gave me the timeless “it doesn’t take much for a man to live on” advice, I was disturbed to find he has never had a relationship with a women in which he wasn’t taken advantage of in some way, and/or the woman he was dating hadn’t cheated on him. But, this doesn’t surprise me at all. I must say, I also have never had a relationship that ended well, usually because cracks in game of deception the woman I was dating began appearing as soon as I started paying attention to women’s actions and not their words.
As I approach my fourth decade on this planet, I look back in horror at what a lifetime of dating women yielded. Lots of heartbreak and abuse when I was in my “good guy” Beta years. However, I’m lucky as I’ve been on both sides of the coin. I am also lucky I didn’t get married and get enslaved by the court system paying alimony like many a poor bastard. Many men never get to see what it’s like on the other side – being an Alpha rather than a simping Beta begging for scraps off the sexual table. (I’m really more of a Sigma than an Alpha and have the notch count to prove it.) I find that the less and less I care about what I say and how I act around women the more they love being around me. Some days I believe they are truly hamster-rationalizing sadists to the core.
They’ll tell me, oh, you’re a bad boy when I suggest going to smoke and drink and fuck. But, more often than not, when I’ve zeroed in on a girl who I know is game for a good time they jump on the opportunity. A lifetime of hard knocks with women and emotional pain has sharpened my instincts. Beta “good guy” no more. An asshole they want, an asshole they’ll get.
What’s most humorous about studying women’s psychology, after we’ve started talking and established repertoire, or agreed to go have some fun, they try to get inside my head by seeing which actress role to take on. I have literally been in the car with a girl who turned on a dime from the “good girl” act to the “wanton slut” act all because of the way my best friend and I started talking to her. She had zeroed in on me as a good guy at the time (this was nearly a decade ago) because I had a suit and tie job and a nice car and blah blah blah and she saw me as a meal ticket she could consume. The act continued until my best friend, who is in a rock band and I started our usual debaucherous discussion. She then shifted tracks and suddenly I wasn’t interested in this girl anymore when she started talking about all the slutty things she did. Guys, never believe a woman’s act. All women are the same. Trust me on this.
The great philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer knew of this tendency of women to become instant actresses, and to tailor their act to whatever manipulation they have in mind:
It is natural for a feeling of mere indifference to exist between men, but between women it is actual enmity. This is due perhaps to the fact that odium figulinum in the case of men, is limited to their everyday affairs, but with women embraces the whole sex; since they have only one kind of business. Even when they meet in the street, they look at each other like Guelphs and Ghibellines. And it is quite evident when two women first make each other’s acquaintance that they exhibit more constraint and dissimulation than two men placed in similar circumstances. This is why an exchange of compliments between two women is much more ridiculous than between two men.
As Schopenhauer knew, this is why women often don’t like each other because they know how deceptive they are. Star Trek: The Next Generation even did an episode which strongly hints at the true nature of women, when the accidental emergence of a metamorph female caused the male crew to start falling in love with her. She changed herself to bond with whatever male she happened to be around. The entire episode centers around the character Kamala using her feminine wiles to lure men, wiles that adapted and changed every time a new man walked in the room. Dating women is a lot like this episode, oddly enough.
The moral of this story is I really don’t like being an asshole to women, but a lifetime of being kicked around by them and flat out used has taught me to act otherwise. I love walking in a bar here in the Caribbean and suddenly a girl feigns interest in me to get into my wallet with a barrage of free drinks then I just walk off and leave her ass sitting there. The look on their faces is priceless.
So, I have sworn off relationshits, I don’t need deception in my life and anything more than a fling with a woman puts too much at risk in my emotional and financial lives as well as too much at risk time wise. Even the Holy Bible warns men about female nature. I can be much more productive if I just limit my interaction with women to good times and nothing more. I’ve finally accepted it: There are no unicorns. But there’s also no shortage of suckers who want to believe in unicorns. Which side do you want to be on?
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