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Women these days make me feel like I’m constantly walking on eggshells. Every word, every action feels like a test, and one wrong move could ruin everything. You can never tell when it’s the “right time” to ask for her number or show interest—it’s either too soon, and you’re pushy, or too late, and you’re not interested enough.
It’s exhausting trying to navigate all these unspoken rules, like I’m expected to read her mind or perform some perfect balance of charm and restraint. It’s made something as simple as getting to know someone feel like a minefield, and honestly, I’m tired of playing this game.
Then you have insufferable twats claiming the reason I get blocked is because I actually ask too soon for her number.
What’s the plan, then? Wait six months, write her a sonnet, and hope she doesn’t think you’re a wet wipe? Jog on, you daft plonkers.
It’s impossible to judge the timing with women these days. If you show interest too soon, you’re desperate; if you wait too long, you’re disinterested. If you’re direct, you’re “creepy”; if you’re subtle, you’re “too passive.” No matter what you do, they’ll twist it into a reason to sneer down at you like some deluded queen on a high horse.
This kind of behavior is extremely disgusting. And then there's hardcore feminists and cucked simps defending this kind of revolting behavior.
Dear women, acting like you’re some untouchable goddess with impossible standards is a turn off. Expecting men to guess your every thought because you can’t be bothered to speak up is a turn off. Pretending you’re too good for anyone who doesn’t meet your unrealistic checklist is a turn off. Playing games and acting like you’re “hard to get” just to stroke your fragile ego is a turn off. Judging every little thing we do and overanalyzing every word is a turn off.
Your constant need for validation and attention, while offering nothing in return, is a turn off. Sitting on your high horse, looking down on men like we’re beneath you, is a turn off. You want a “real man,” but you can’t even act like a decent human being yourself, that's a turn off. If you can’t see how insufferable you’re being, it’s a turn off. Your self-centered, narcissistic attitude is a turn off.
Your expectations are a joke. You want a man who’s confident but not cocky, rich but humble, strong but sensitive, funny but serious, available but not clingy, and somehow all-knowing when you won’t say a damn thing. You expect perfection while bringing nothing but attitude, sitting there like you’re a prize to be won. It’s exhausting and ridiculous.
A girl in college once said openly in class: "You boys have to know what we want without us telling you"
Oh, so now we’re supposed to be fucking mind readers, are we? You expect us to know what you want without a single word coming out of your mouth? News flash: we’re not psychic, and frankly, no one has the patience for your cryptic, childish bullshit. If you can’t be bothered to say what you want like a grown adult, then don’t expect anyone to play along while you throw your little temper tantrums.
You’re not some untouchable queen, you’re just a lazy, entitled brat who expects everyone to cater to your every whim without lifting a finger. The world doesn’t revolve around your cryptic, passive-aggressive nonsense. If you want something, say it, and stop acting like we’re all supposed to worship the ground you walk on just because you’re too fucking stubborn to communicate.
What it boils down to is really simple:
Many of you women are narcissistic, entitled, arrogant, moronic, idiotic, and quite frankly: fucking disgusting.
So, dear ladies, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart:
Go fuck yourselves.
It’s exhausting trying to navigate all these unspoken rules, like I’m expected to read her mind or perform some perfect balance of charm and restraint. It’s made something as simple as getting to know someone feel like a minefield, and honestly, I’m tired of playing this game.
Then you have insufferable twats claiming the reason I get blocked is because I actually ask too soon for her number.
What’s the plan, then? Wait six months, write her a sonnet, and hope she doesn’t think you’re a wet wipe? Jog on, you daft plonkers.
It’s impossible to judge the timing with women these days. If you show interest too soon, you’re desperate; if you wait too long, you’re disinterested. If you’re direct, you’re “creepy”; if you’re subtle, you’re “too passive.” No matter what you do, they’ll twist it into a reason to sneer down at you like some deluded queen on a high horse.
This kind of behavior is extremely disgusting. And then there's hardcore feminists and cucked simps defending this kind of revolting behavior.
Dear women, acting like you’re some untouchable goddess with impossible standards is a turn off. Expecting men to guess your every thought because you can’t be bothered to speak up is a turn off. Pretending you’re too good for anyone who doesn’t meet your unrealistic checklist is a turn off. Playing games and acting like you’re “hard to get” just to stroke your fragile ego is a turn off. Judging every little thing we do and overanalyzing every word is a turn off.
Your constant need for validation and attention, while offering nothing in return, is a turn off. Sitting on your high horse, looking down on men like we’re beneath you, is a turn off. You want a “real man,” but you can’t even act like a decent human being yourself, that's a turn off. If you can’t see how insufferable you’re being, it’s a turn off. Your self-centered, narcissistic attitude is a turn off.
Your expectations are a joke. You want a man who’s confident but not cocky, rich but humble, strong but sensitive, funny but serious, available but not clingy, and somehow all-knowing when you won’t say a damn thing. You expect perfection while bringing nothing but attitude, sitting there like you’re a prize to be won. It’s exhausting and ridiculous.
A girl in college once said openly in class: "You boys have to know what we want without us telling you"
Oh, so now we’re supposed to be fucking mind readers, are we? You expect us to know what you want without a single word coming out of your mouth? News flash: we’re not psychic, and frankly, no one has the patience for your cryptic, childish bullshit. If you can’t be bothered to say what you want like a grown adult, then don’t expect anyone to play along while you throw your little temper tantrums.
You’re not some untouchable queen, you’re just a lazy, entitled brat who expects everyone to cater to your every whim without lifting a finger. The world doesn’t revolve around your cryptic, passive-aggressive nonsense. If you want something, say it, and stop acting like we’re all supposed to worship the ground you walk on just because you’re too fucking stubborn to communicate.
What it boils down to is really simple:
Many of you women are narcissistic, entitled, arrogant, moronic, idiotic, and quite frankly: fucking disgusting.
So, dear ladies, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart:
Go fuck yourselves.
