Game/PUA: We, the Men, Would Like to Officially Complain That You, the Women, Are Driving Us Insane

I always hated the misogynistic line, “If women didn’t have vaginas, no man would ever talk to them.” Just horrible! I would think, “Hey, I like women, come on! What are you, some woman-hater? Screw that. I love women!”

Guess what? Here I am in my 60’s and I finally figure that, as horrible as it sounds, Goddamn it, it’s true.

The only reason we talk to women is because they have pussies and most of us are pussy addicts if not pussy beggars. And they didn’t have vaginas, we wouldn’t even give them the time of day. Why give her the time of day? What for? Why risk it?

That’s for straight men.

Hell, we men bash women all the time, and guys who don’t are suspected cucks, wimps, milquetoasts or pussies. Because any sane, normal man will quickly be driven insane by women.

I always wondered why players and ladies men loved women like crazy like a heroin addict loves his dope, seemed to understand them very well, and nevertheless were very cynical about women.

Then I figured it out. The more you are around women, the more they drive you insane.

The incels should be sane. They never talk to women. Instead they’re wretched, suicidal, furious, and pathetic. Why? Because they don’t have a woman. I don’t get it. Why do they want a woman? So they can get even crazier than they already are? They’re already completely insane. Starting to hang around women will just push a lot of them over the edge. That’s why I think these guys need to calm down and get more stable first, work on building self-esteem, toughness and resilience, personal growth, etc. T

They need to get sane and get their shit together first. Then go out and try to get chicks. Trying to get women when you’re half nuts yourself won’t work and you’ll only get a lot of failure. Which will cause you to go from half nuts to full-blown nuts.

The player is around women all the time, reaping the joy, sex, and love that flows from all of that, and he’s in Pussy Heaven half the time. It’s the finest life any man could ever wish to live. You can die tomorrow with a smile on your face.

On the other hand, you have to pay for those times with the wages of bad times. That’s how life goes. Want good times? Fine, go out and have a bunch of bad times, get paid for them, come to our Life Store, hand in the wages of your tragedy and we’ll trade you 1 to 1 for some times. You purchase good times with bad times.

You pay for good times with bad times. Want good times? Cool. But you will have to pay for them with bad times. They go together. In other words, you can’t really have good times without bad times. Yes you can have bad times without good times if you are miserable enough, but life is cruel, and good times must be paid for with the wages of misery.

I’m a Ladies Man. I’m not calling myself that. That’s what women call me. So I’ll defer to them, ok, so as not to brag. I would like to point out that a Ladies Man is simply a man who prefers the company of women to that of men. A gay man is around women all the time, but he’s not a Ladies Man. He’s one of the gals. Hell, a Ladies Man could be a virgin, but he’s typically not because women don’t like to hang out with virgins.

If they’re letting some straight men hang out all the time, it’s probably because some of them want to fuck him. Otherwise why bring him around? They probably think we drive them nuts as much as the opposite. A Ladies’ Man is often goodlooking. Why? Because women like to hang around with hot guys. They like hot guys who like women, who are successful with women, who are friendly, easy-going, not too pushy and still cool. And yeah. They’re keeping around the Girl Gang all the time because at least one of them wants to fuck him. 10

Most men prefer the company of men and hanging with the boys to the company of women, which they are often associating with mostly to get laid.

There’s this general idea that women drive you crazy. So you hang around with them some limited amount so you can still get laid and hope they don’t drive you too nuts.

But that doesn’t change the fact that women are difficult as Hell, always driving you crazy and cannot be figured out or understand by any known sentient being.

A lot of the time, if I’m feeling bad it’s because some bad thing happened with a woman. If I’m sucking on the Tequila bottle too much it’s because they latest chick went best love affair of my life to worst enemy ever all in a rollercoaster of a couple of days.

Like I’m talking to her on a dating site and things are going smoothly, and I try to escalate just a bit, and I go back the next day and she’s ghosted me and blocked me without a word because I said one sentence she didn’t like. Dating sites have made all of ghosting stuff so much easier.

It was harder back when we had phones and barely had answering machines. You’d know it was over when she was screaming like a banshee into the receiver for God knows what reason. It’s happened more than once and it used to smash my soul like a sledgehammer and send me into days of depression. Now that I’m a goddamned rock I handle it a lot better, but it’s still hard take. You’re crushed for hours, not days.

Sure, when you’re getting along with them, it’s a blast, but they’re flaky and unstable as Hell, totally unpredictable, and can turn on you like a dime for little or no reason.

When you are around women all the time, you are dealing with weirdness, nuttiness, and flakiness all the time. Most of us are putting up with this shit at all for the reward at the bottom of the cereal box: pussy.

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