That is correct, friends of Xanga--I cannot decide whether or not I wish to have another relationship with a woman ever again, based on the fact that many women have treated me like dirt, and the obvious fact that even those few women I was close to either left me or betrayed me for another man.
I mean, what if I got with a woman and got the same ill fortune I have been getting with them for years? It is like a basic form of lather, rinse, repeat. I lather my appearance, I rinse my acts and ways, and still, women are never satisfied with what I do.
I am almost on the verge of becoming a loner, and abandoning any hope of finding a woman of my own. Most women these days are just too damn picky about what the hell kind of man they want. Most of them say they want a rich, muscular, popular man who gives them what they want and tells them what they want to hear, and I am simply not that kind of man. Me, I am a truthful, honest, simple man who tells the truth for what it is, and I do not hesitate to say what I mean. I mean, what is so wrong with being honest with women? I thought that was what they wanted. But apparently, it is not what all of them want.
What most of them want, from my viewpoint, is a man who tells them sweet, meaningless words, and who makes useless, equally meaningless gestures and promises to them. When I fail to meet these ridiculous requirements, they want to dispose of me for another. That is what they do to me when I fail to meet their wishes and demands. Well, I am sorry I cannot make a woman happy. I am just too damn simple and too damn old to give most women what they want. I am not the young teenager I once was; I am a grown man, and I just want to know why most women make so many demands for me.
And what, you may ask, do most women want from me? For me to be a cuckhold while they play with other men and a puppet of a man whose feelings they can play with at their leisure. I have tried to make women happy and I have treated them with respect, and all I ever expected was some appreciation and consideration for it. Instead I get even more demands from them, and when I fail to meet their increasing demands, they toss me in the trashcan and find another man who is not fit to wipe my boots.
The point of what I am saying is, I cannot tell a good and honest woman from a dishonest one. I have tried, and I have failed in doing so. I am sorry, but I cannot take this torture any more. If anyone knows how to help me tell an honest woman from one who is dishonest, I will be more than happy to hear from them. This is not to say that all women are like this; it is just many of the women I have known personally. I wish it to be known that I do not generalize all women in this category, only some.
That is all I have to say about this for now.
Comments (3)
I'm 51 and still single.
i feel the same way, but with men. fuck it.
A while back I decided to drop out of the dating scene too, at least for a while. Probably a good long while. I just couldn't take it anymore.