A little over 2 years ago I started casually dating a Thai chick in Bangkok.
We met on and off for months primarily to hook up.
We met for a mini vacation at Samui island where she assured me that she was diligently taking birth control and that it was ok for me to finish inside her.
Like an idiot I believed her and put the thing where it was meant to go.
Some 3 months later I get a text from her informing me that she’s with child; my child, to be exact.
I grilled her about whether or not she’d been hooking up with anybody else.
She assured me I was the only one.
She even dared me to go get a DNA test to prove it.
I figured if she was that sure to the point of suggesting I get the test then the kid MUST be mine.
Hard to say if this was a brilliant reverse-psychology ploy on her part or if she really believed I was the father.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago.
I’d been spending time whenever I could find it with my baby mama and my son, who is now 13 months old.
Baby mama even moved to the city I live in and was in the process of opening her own small business to be near me.
Now that things were getting serious I decided to do a DNA test to be sure this was really my kid.
After all, he looks nothing like me.
Earlier when I’d brought up our uncanny lack of resemblance, baby moms trivialized my concern and said that my son had my ears…
Peculiar considering I’m a carbon copy of my dad, and he, his.
I plunked down the $500 for the DNA test, got the kit in the mail, swabbed my cheek and his cheek, and sent it off to the lab.
I honestly was expecting the results to come in and confirm that this was definitely my boy.
Baby moms had me almost totally convinced.
Results came in and said that there was 0% genetic overlap between myself and the youngin’.
In other words: categorically, undeniably NOT MY KID.
When I presented homegirl with the evidence, she admitted that she had indeed taken another man’s D during that same time period.
She said though, that he hadn’t cum and she didn’t think it could possibly have been his.
I immediately dissolved our relationship and warned her to stay the hell away from me.
As far as I’m concerned, she’s a dangerous sociopath.
First and foremost, I blame myself for not taking the DNA test right away.
That was a majorly stupid move on my part and for anybody reading this who may, god forbid, find himself in a similar situation - do the damn test.
And moreover, do it secretly so that you can figure out your next moves in a calm manner without the influence of the baby mama’s prevarications.
My conviction now is that this girl is a master manipulator of a caliber I’ve never seen before.
For any lie I’ve ever caught this girl in, she’s always somehow been able to convince me with plausible deniability that it wasn’t a lie.
She told me the other guy is rich.
Which, if that’s true, leads us to a number of possible scenarios.
Perhaps she encouraged him to knock her up in the hopes of scoring a golden goose and being set for life.
Perhaps he ran off.
Who really knows what happened.
Mind you, this isn’t some Isaan bargirl.
It’s a “normal”, middle class Thai girl from Bangkok, with parents from normal backgrounds, who own land, and who has a good job, has lived abroad, and speaks English well.
Also, I admit it’s possible that she really believed that I was the father.
But as the kid has a very distinct appearance, she probably had a good idea of who the father could be.
She flat out lied about having sex with any other men during the time of conception, so how could I possibly believe anything she says?
Therein lay some of the magic.
I can’t disprove most of her claims unless I have the hard data to do so.
Now that I have that data, she can make any additional claims she wants and they’re all plausible.
Looking at it from yet another angle, she had everything to gain by leading me to believe I was the dad and nothing to lose. Especially if the real dad bailed.
I felt like a chump after finding out.
I’ve been around the block a time or two and yet she played me like a fiddle.
You should’ve seen some of the reverse-psychology type bullshit she pulled, it was really expert!
Guys, I was really on the fence about posting this because I don’t like having my private shit out there for all to see and read and gossip about.
But this experience from beginning to end was stressful to the point that it visibly aged me several years.
And if I can prevent the same thing happening to just one dude, it’ll be worth the unwanted exposure.
***
Just a few things to look out for with chicks:
1. Reverse psychology.
Clever women know that men don’t like being forced or coerced.
Skillful manipulators NEVER try to coerce you.
Quite the opposite.
They say things like “it’s ok if you don’t accept it. I’m ready to be a single mom! I’ll be strong!” or “it’s ok I don’t need any money, I’m ok for now.” or “I don’t want to bother you or disturb your life.”
Good reverse psychology plays on a man’s conceit that he’s the arbiter of his life and makes his own decisions.
The woman denies needing him but accepts his contributions graciously.
In short, she makes him come to her and rewards him for it (with sex, gratitude, cooking, etc).
2. Plastic surgery.
Women who undergo plastic surgery are wearing their manipulativeness right on their bodies for you to see.
They get big tits because it tricks your brain into thinking they’re more genetically fit than they are.
They get chin jobs and nose jobs to fool you into thinking their facial structure is more perfect than it is.
Unless a woman is a true ogress and needs plastic surgery just to look normal, beware of any girl who’s had work done.
It means she’s sharpening the tools she uses to manipulate men and investing heavily in the hopes that the investment will pay off tenfold.
3. Reads Cosmo.
If your girl reads a lot of bullshit women magazines like Cosmo and Shmosmo and whatever else, keep an eye on her.
Have you ever read these things?
Their entire purpose is to give women more and more sophisticated technology with which to befool men and make other women jealous.
4. Affects pornographic mannerisms
Affected sighing, over the top lip-biting, dubious proclamations of multiple orgasms, stupid giggling that she turns on and off like a faucet.
Beware of this shit.
Incidentally, I find this kind of stuff to be a big turnoff.
***
This experience has made me very cynical.
I will NEVER trust women again, and nor should you.
You can’t trust women, period.
You can only trust women to be women.
And that there’s the rub.
A woman will do whatever it takes to achieve her aims.
The ancients warned men against the wiliness of females and history is replete with examples of great men corrupted and destroyed by those seductive, treacherous hos.
Never give a woman any power over you.
Never trust her implicitly.
Never believe what she’s telling you because women aren’t like men.
They lie without compunction.
Their word is worthless.
There are rare exceptions to these generalizations, I’m aware of that.
But if you keep a tiger as a pet don’t be surprised when it mauls you.
That’s it’s nature.
Likewise, women have a nature.
And no matter how lovely your girl seems, how trustworthy, how benevolent and guileless, remind yourself that she’s a WOMAN, she can flip 180 at any moment, and decide to royally fuck your shit up.
We met on and off for months primarily to hook up.
We met for a mini vacation at Samui island where she assured me that she was diligently taking birth control and that it was ok for me to finish inside her.
Like an idiot I believed her and put the thing where it was meant to go.
Some 3 months later I get a text from her informing me that she’s with child; my child, to be exact.
I grilled her about whether or not she’d been hooking up with anybody else.
She assured me I was the only one.
She even dared me to go get a DNA test to prove it.
I figured if she was that sure to the point of suggesting I get the test then the kid MUST be mine.
Hard to say if this was a brilliant reverse-psychology ploy on her part or if she really believed I was the father.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago.
I’d been spending time whenever I could find it with my baby mama and my son, who is now 13 months old.
Baby mama even moved to the city I live in and was in the process of opening her own small business to be near me.
Now that things were getting serious I decided to do a DNA test to be sure this was really my kid.
After all, he looks nothing like me.
Earlier when I’d brought up our uncanny lack of resemblance, baby moms trivialized my concern and said that my son had my ears…
Peculiar considering I’m a carbon copy of my dad, and he, his.
I plunked down the $500 for the DNA test, got the kit in the mail, swabbed my cheek and his cheek, and sent it off to the lab.
I honestly was expecting the results to come in and confirm that this was definitely my boy.
Baby moms had me almost totally convinced.
Results came in and said that there was 0% genetic overlap between myself and the youngin’.
In other words: categorically, undeniably NOT MY KID.
When I presented homegirl with the evidence, she admitted that she had indeed taken another man’s D during that same time period.
She said though, that he hadn’t cum and she didn’t think it could possibly have been his.
I immediately dissolved our relationship and warned her to stay the hell away from me.
As far as I’m concerned, she’s a dangerous sociopath.
First and foremost, I blame myself for not taking the DNA test right away.
That was a majorly stupid move on my part and for anybody reading this who may, god forbid, find himself in a similar situation - do the damn test.
And moreover, do it secretly so that you can figure out your next moves in a calm manner without the influence of the baby mama’s prevarications.
My conviction now is that this girl is a master manipulator of a caliber I’ve never seen before.
For any lie I’ve ever caught this girl in, she’s always somehow been able to convince me with plausible deniability that it wasn’t a lie.
She told me the other guy is rich.
Which, if that’s true, leads us to a number of possible scenarios.
Perhaps she encouraged him to knock her up in the hopes of scoring a golden goose and being set for life.
Perhaps he ran off.
Who really knows what happened.
Mind you, this isn’t some Isaan bargirl.
It’s a “normal”, middle class Thai girl from Bangkok, with parents from normal backgrounds, who own land, and who has a good job, has lived abroad, and speaks English well.
Also, I admit it’s possible that she really believed that I was the father.
But as the kid has a very distinct appearance, she probably had a good idea of who the father could be.
She flat out lied about having sex with any other men during the time of conception, so how could I possibly believe anything she says?
Therein lay some of the magic.
I can’t disprove most of her claims unless I have the hard data to do so.
Now that I have that data, she can make any additional claims she wants and they’re all plausible.
Looking at it from yet another angle, she had everything to gain by leading me to believe I was the dad and nothing to lose. Especially if the real dad bailed.
I felt like a chump after finding out.
I’ve been around the block a time or two and yet she played me like a fiddle.
You should’ve seen some of the reverse-psychology type bullshit she pulled, it was really expert!
Guys, I was really on the fence about posting this because I don’t like having my private shit out there for all to see and read and gossip about.
But this experience from beginning to end was stressful to the point that it visibly aged me several years.
And if I can prevent the same thing happening to just one dude, it’ll be worth the unwanted exposure.
***
Just a few things to look out for with chicks:
1. Reverse psychology.
Clever women know that men don’t like being forced or coerced.
Skillful manipulators NEVER try to coerce you.
Quite the opposite.
They say things like “it’s ok if you don’t accept it. I’m ready to be a single mom! I’ll be strong!” or “it’s ok I don’t need any money, I’m ok for now.” or “I don’t want to bother you or disturb your life.”
Good reverse psychology plays on a man’s conceit that he’s the arbiter of his life and makes his own decisions.
The woman denies needing him but accepts his contributions graciously.
In short, she makes him come to her and rewards him for it (with sex, gratitude, cooking, etc).
2. Plastic surgery.
Women who undergo plastic surgery are wearing their manipulativeness right on their bodies for you to see.
They get big tits because it tricks your brain into thinking they’re more genetically fit than they are.
They get chin jobs and nose jobs to fool you into thinking their facial structure is more perfect than it is.
Unless a woman is a true ogress and needs plastic surgery just to look normal, beware of any girl who’s had work done.
It means she’s sharpening the tools she uses to manipulate men and investing heavily in the hopes that the investment will pay off tenfold.
3. Reads Cosmo.
If your girl reads a lot of bullshit women magazines like Cosmo and Shmosmo and whatever else, keep an eye on her.
Have you ever read these things?
Their entire purpose is to give women more and more sophisticated technology with which to befool men and make other women jealous.
4. Affects pornographic mannerisms
Affected sighing, over the top lip-biting, dubious proclamations of multiple orgasms, stupid giggling that she turns on and off like a faucet.
Beware of this shit.
Incidentally, I find this kind of stuff to be a big turnoff.
***
This experience has made me very cynical.
I will NEVER trust women again, and nor should you.
You can’t trust women, period.
You can only trust women to be women.
And that there’s the rub.
A woman will do whatever it takes to achieve her aims.
The ancients warned men against the wiliness of females and history is replete with examples of great men corrupted and destroyed by those seductive, treacherous hos.
Never give a woman any power over you.
Never trust her implicitly.
Never believe what she’s telling you because women aren’t like men.
They lie without compunction.
Their word is worthless.
There are rare exceptions to these generalizations, I’m aware of that.
But if you keep a tiger as a pet don’t be surprised when it mauls you.
That’s it’s nature.
Likewise, women have a nature.
And no matter how lovely your girl seems, how trustworthy, how benevolent and guileless, remind yourself that she’s a WOMAN, she can flip 180 at any moment, and decide to royally fuck your shit up.
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