I have no patience for women who use tears and sweet words to get their way. With men it works every time. Seems men suffer from short term memory loss. Be it with their mothers, sisters , girl friends or wives. Well, simply put for every woman that cries there is a sucker of a man falling for her story.
Sweet words, simpering – I don’t know how to deal with it – desperation brings out the hero in them. The desire to wear the shiny mantle and ride into the sunset to save the distressed female sings in their blood. Its a cave man desire to be there for the underdog of a woman.
The woman who is forever simpering and cryin' – Wolf! come save me deserves polite indifference for there always is an agenda behind her cry for help. Be it for sex, attention or simply to assuage her guilt.
I know a few. The drama unfolds over weeks. Begins with taking to bed with phantom sickness, moaning and groaning, making phone calls, begging , tears – oh yeah you get the picture- its free Broadway tragedy played right with the heart breaking whimpers that even Madam Butterfly could never have enacted.
But here is the interesting point- while men fall for such theatrics women can see through the sham quite easily. Women know their gender. They know how their ‘sisters’ like to project helplessness and such women are hated with great passion.
And like I said before what works best is not being upfront and telling the Barbara Cartland babes to fuck off but to smile and remain polite in one’s refusal. It is after all a mind game and one shouldn’t lose one’s temper nor be upfront.
Imagine telling a premadonna she is a hoax. To be called out as nothing more than a manipulative bitch would not end the act but worsen it. It would be an eternal Encore. These women are emotional vampires, the 24/7 distressed hussies who have the iron will to bend everyone to their will.
I for one refuse to play to their tunes. I was an ass once and refuse to be made another anytime soon.
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