I met her when she was 17 (cough, cough) working in a mall. She was a gorgeous redhead who told me up front "I love to give head" (her exact words). We messed around on and off for years once she was legal. I would have loved to have gotten serious with her, but knew from the start she was bad news because even at 18-19 she was starting to rack up a list of bad boys.
You all know how this story goes already, but I'll provide you with a telling detail. When she was around 27 she got on a dating Web site and called me after a date saying she'd rejected a lawyer because he had on "the wrong type sweater." Soonafter she was meeting unemployed Casanovas in the DC Latin clubs and had no problem dropping her panties for these smooth-talkers. This kind of thing is why I started referring to her as "the bitch." She earned that title by shitting on decent men and helping in her own small way to destroy society.
She's now 36. I hadn't heard from her in years. She called and said she'd spent the last six years with a younger "club guy" who wouldn't commit. He finally ended it. So now she's asking to "get together" saying she misses me, blah blah blah.
Why am I telling you this? Because I found two lessons in it:
1). If a bitch comes back and you let her into your life, she plays your game your way. I'm happy to have her b*ow me (on the condition she still looks decent) and meet her hot friends (hehe), but there is no way I'm paying for "dinners" or taking this seriously in any way. If any newbies or non-members are reading and have encountered this type of thing, this is NOT the time to be Captain Save-A-Ho. There is no saving anyone. She's on your time; you're not on hers. Odds are I won't even get together with her, but if I do, these rules apply.
2). Talking to her made me realize there is a major difference between men and women. The sexes are the same in that women have their bad boys while men have our strippers and Internet attention-whore-types. The difference is that most men don't waste their best years hanging onto these types of women, thinking we'll change them. In other words, we don't try to convince ourselves and others the stripper is really a saint. And pride would make even the most Beta of men flip out if a woman would not commit for six effing years. WTF?
This message is mostly meant to school younger guys. But to any women lurking on this board, welcome to the reality world you'll be dealing with if you follow this path. The woman I spoke with the other night was not the happy, sexy teenager I once knew. It was a broken, aging woman who was in full regret mode about not having kids or a husband and was fully aware of how badly she screwed up. Deal with it.
You all know how this story goes already, but I'll provide you with a telling detail. When she was around 27 she got on a dating Web site and called me after a date saying she'd rejected a lawyer because he had on "the wrong type sweater." Soonafter she was meeting unemployed Casanovas in the DC Latin clubs and had no problem dropping her panties for these smooth-talkers. This kind of thing is why I started referring to her as "the bitch." She earned that title by shitting on decent men and helping in her own small way to destroy society.
She's now 36. I hadn't heard from her in years. She called and said she'd spent the last six years with a younger "club guy" who wouldn't commit. He finally ended it. So now she's asking to "get together" saying she misses me, blah blah blah.
Why am I telling you this? Because I found two lessons in it:
1). If a bitch comes back and you let her into your life, she plays your game your way. I'm happy to have her b*ow me (on the condition she still looks decent) and meet her hot friends (hehe), but there is no way I'm paying for "dinners" or taking this seriously in any way. If any newbies or non-members are reading and have encountered this type of thing, this is NOT the time to be Captain Save-A-Ho. There is no saving anyone. She's on your time; you're not on hers. Odds are I won't even get together with her, but if I do, these rules apply.
2). Talking to her made me realize there is a major difference between men and women. The sexes are the same in that women have their bad boys while men have our strippers and Internet attention-whore-types. The difference is that most men don't waste their best years hanging onto these types of women, thinking we'll change them. In other words, we don't try to convince ourselves and others the stripper is really a saint. And pride would make even the most Beta of men flip out if a woman would not commit for six effing years. WTF?
This message is mostly meant to school younger guys. But to any women lurking on this board, welcome to the reality world you'll be dealing with if you follow this path. The woman I spoke with the other night was not the happy, sexy teenager I once knew. It was a broken, aging woman who was in full regret mode about not having kids or a husband and was fully aware of how badly she screwed up. Deal with it.
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