I was always able to categorize women in one of two camps. A or B. Type A is perfect, my dream of what would be a wonderful life partner. I could actually see myself raising a family with her. Except for one thing. OF COURSE, she is already involved. And she was long before I ever laid eyes on her. So what's the point? Type A's are off the table.
Type B is another story. Sure, they are all single, all right. But godammit, it's obvious why they are. Some are unsanitary. Others rude or crude. Lots of "I hate all men!" beyotches fall into this category. A lot of them hold strong opinions even though their IQ's have to be in the single digits. Big egos, with nothing to justify them. Shallow as rain puddles. Manipulative mind gamers, a lot of them. Irresponsible. Liars. And the golddiggers! They taught me that if a girl is smiling at me too much, doing little things that I don't ask her to do, generally showing an out-of-the ordinary interest in me, NEVER jump to the conclusion "She must like me!" She is after something, all right. Something for nothing, that's what. Free meals paid for by you. Pointing stuff out to you that she wants you to buy for her. And they keep pushing that envelope until it tears and you say "Enough already. How about doing some stuff for me?" That's her uh-oh sign. Time to flip you the finger and move on to the next male pigeon. Not even a thank you for anything. Whoever said, "There's no such thing as a free lunch," certainly wasn't a modern Western female.
If there's a Type C, I wouldn't know. I still haven't met one.
So, no, I don't believe I'm being too harsh on the ladies. It's perfectly justified distrust.
