A few stories to illustrate how I’ve reinforced being a MGHOW in recent times. Maybe that should be how experiences with certain members of the female population have kindly placed a few extra warning signs along the road to freedom for me.
First example – Girl I knew who was a compulsive liar. Almost made a naive mistake at first by becoming involved. Listened to my instincts that were crying out to swerve this one like a car crash waiting to happen. Please guys, as others have said on here, listen to your gut. This one had several stories up her sleeve, from being raped by a close acquaintance all the way to having cancer. All the little tales she spun I knew to be untrue. No sign of trauma from the rape or supposed cancer treatment. The severity of such incidents meaning nobody dare question the authenticity of them. There were several other stories she would come up with to make up for all her inadequacies. I hasten to add all this wasn’t a game with just me, it was in a situation where this girl needed to manipulate people around her in a professional sense. Pathological liar. I bet you know the sort. Where the s~~~ they spew is somehow a twisted version of a ‘reality’ they live inside their head. I mean….to pretend you had cancer….evil, and untrue. And to go for the sympathy vote by saying someone raped you is reprehensible, not least for the guy she was accusing. Thankfully, I don’t think this went any further for the guy in question. Probably on the lack of any evidence whatsoever.
This attention seeking of the worst kind is what I’ve come to hate the most in people of late. Where they are literally so lazy and unmotivated to improve their own life they come up with the biggest lies to cover up their shortfalls. Gigantic fibs that only the most callous, uncaring person would not believe or question. Similar lies littered throughout other conversations, why she can’t make it to work (make up your own, she’ll have used it. Anything that is basically lazy bitch code for ‘I’m a fat waste of skin who can’t be bothered getting off the couch to do a day’s work’). But seriously. How f~~~ed up does the world have to be for someone, just a regular, albeit insane woman (aren’t they all), to use rape and cancer as excuses for their lifestyle? And the best part? Still keep their job due to the rampant hypergamy that insidiously snakes its way into the heart of the vast majority of workplaces nowadays.
I may have peaked too soon with that one, we’ll see. Next on the list is the NAWALT we all dream of marrying. Was told stories of broken LTR, how devastating it was, then ‘and now I’m marrying someone else!’ Not, ‘I’m marrying the love of my life’, or ‘I’ve found the right guy for me’. Just ‘someone else’. And a long-time orbiter to boot. Someone she’d known through work for years, who was either the beta-in-waiting for all that time, being f~~~ed on the side and the original boyfriend found out, or been turned into the cuckold to pay for the fancy wedding. It didn’t strike me until later how she had phrased things. The emphasis was patently on ‘marrying’, not the person. She wanted her day, she wasn’t going to get the satisfactory outcome from guy #1, so quickly roped guy #2 into her scheme.
In retrospect, this second example is something I think came into play in my own LTR. Have the orbiter around just long enough to ensure he’s a decent enough catch (cash, beta-beaten, easily manipulated) and cut the other guy loose, as he clearly wasn’t playing ball with the female ambition machine.
Third, Bipolar. I’ll just come out and say it. Or more accurately, an excuse for acting like a rabid whorebag. Any and all behaviour is excused by ‘diagnosis’. A free pass to treat anyone the way you damn well please, acting on a whim, emotional reasoning. Found out she’d been admitted to psych ward on more than one occasion. Has a young daughter who only stays with her twice a week. No doubt due to her unpredictable, selfish ‘I’m bipolar so don’t judge me’ antics. Known her for a long time. Good to speak to, now know majority of it is an act to appear normal. Admittedly, I put up with it as I basically wanted to f~~~ her. Cheers lizard brain. Very glad that this didn’t happen in the end. I’m sure crazy on your dick is a wild ride, but crazy in your life is a whole can of worms that can remain firmly unopened thanks.
There are a few of my own warnings for you gents. None of these examples were even girlfriends, I dread to think the horror story waiting to happen for their next victims. Hope they prove enlightening in some way!
'You can achieve more and be happy avoiding the wrong women than you ever could searching for the right woman.' - KM
Aufladen 2 years, 8 months ago.
