As I sat around bright-eyed and open-eared I gathered a lot of useful advice that I take into special consideration even today. The most valuable lesson I learned from these young 90's sluts was that all women hate liars... Let me rephrase that:
All women hate men who are bad liars.
Women are the best liars, considering everything they do is a lie. Between the "it's not you, it's me" spiel, to the notorious "fake orgasm," women have become craftsmen with the lie. When men try to lie to women, they become insulted not because we were lying, but because we tried to lie to them in such an amateur way they get angry.
When I lie to women, they get wet. Instantly. My lies are so good, they convince themselves to believe it just because it was so finely fabricated. I can lie my way into the heart of any woman simply because I want to and that's the kind of liar's confidence women are attracted to. This leads me to my second point:
Confidence.
Women love a man so confident he can insult her and make her nipples hard at the same time. The more you trash a woman, the more she'll love you, why? Because you aren't spoonfeeding her the usual lines other regular men try. Women are so turned on by being belittled they gladly accept making 75 cents to our dollar because it gives them a little orgasm every time they get their paycheck.
I once heard that nice guys finish last. It's been used as a phrase of inspiration for decades, urging the nice guys to keep steady for the prize at the end of the road. Spoiler alert: Fat chicks and terrible cooks. That's what's at the end of the road. Don't take your chances, boys, berate and belittle, lie and cheat your way to happiness. It's the only way.
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