https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZTYgq4EoRo

She dreams of white weddings, babies wrapped in pastel colors and a big chunk of jewellery on her finger. She may as well be dreaming of a castle in the sky as far as I am concerned. When she gets that pouty look on her face and her eyes glaze over and she tells me she wants to have my baby, I am thinking about sport. She tells me how she always dreamt of being married and I repeat my mantra “that’s not how I feel”. Other girls have tried to spermjack me, begged me to marry them, begged me to realise that we were meant to be together and used whatever manipulation tricks they have in their playbooks, it has never worked since I woke up. You see blue pill me would have begun to seize up and worry that I was not going to be good enough for her but red pill me doesn’t even flinch.

It is a very lucky thing for her that I can never love her the way she thinks she wants to be loved. I will explain later in the post why this is a good thing for her but she just does not realise it. The reality is that blue pill me died a painful and horrible death many years ago. I can no sooner give worshipful love than I can believe in Santa Claus. Just like an adult cannot enjoy roller coasters the way that a child can, that immature part of me no longer exists. Unless you are a cold motherfucker then you can’t convince others to believe in something that you don’t believe in yourself, so I refuse to play along. I am killing her softly and she can’t get enough.

Men like me don’t offer lies or manipulation, we are cold, hard and dry. Fortunately she is soft, warm and wet. We compliment each other perfectly and if she fails to make the grade then there is a long line outside just waiting for her to fail. Her dreams are dying and that is what she truly wants. You see here is the rub, she does not realise that she does not want these things. She was conditioned to believe that she needed to use her beauty as a lure for permanent commitment. She is a creature of paradox who does not have a clue what she wants. Her mind is filled with rainbows and clouds and Louis Vuitton bags. She can’t tell reality from fantasy and that is why she needs to cling so hard to her only reality, me.

You think she actually wants a white wedding? Her love will die and her hips will grow the moment that whim is fulfilled. The void in her soul will fester and grow into an abyss. She is adrift now and she has fulfilled the apocryphal curse “may you get everything you ever wished for”. Am I a sociopath? Not at all, I am a realist. I don’t kill her dreams, I simply make it clear that my dreams are different. She is free to stay with me a while and have an adventure. Like Ross Jeffries said, leave ‘em better than you found them. I will leave her better than she was when I found her. I have done it many times, that’s why they all still take my calls, that’s why they can never forget me. That is a good thing, because they have all made me better, and I will never forget any of them. True love is amazing.