"Tell her you'd rather sleep with a man than ever sleep with her again."

-My father

10 years ago, one of my first girlfriends was a HB8 with a child. A single mother, living with her mother. White, flared hips with a nice ass, fit, perfect teeth and even features with hair down to the small of her back.

I didn't pay her much attention in the beginning. I was distracted with a few other girls at the time. One was a HB3 and the other was a HB5. All I was interested in at the time was blowjobs and how little time it took to get one (the record stands at 30 minutes.)

I remember receiving LMR from the 5. I gently directed her to the door and texted the HB8 saying something along the lines of "it was a close, but I choose you :)" or some such nonsense. She replied "yaaaay! :D".

So before I committed, we had a pretty nice deal. She'd give me blowjobs, and in return I'd go down on her and give her a good lay. Quid pro quo.

I ended up getting sick one day (strep throat), and I looked to her to take care of me like a mother for the week that I was out of commission. After that, she herself got sick for another week.

Two weeks without sexual contact. Once we were both in good health, I attempted to resume our previous arrangement.

"I'm just not feeling it right now." As I sit there with my dick out in the car. I urged her to commit to the deed.

"My throat hurts, I just can't do it."

I surrendered. Several days passed where I would perform cunnilingus and then we'd get busy. But the blowjobs were completely absent in these rendezvous.

I remember the last time she came over to my apartment. It was an empty room with a mattress on the ground. She wanted me to go down on her, and I declined.

"Our deal was if you go down on me, I'd go down on you. That was our deal."

"If you don't go down on me, I can't get wet." She replied.

We went back and forth, and I proceeded to attempt to initiate PIV sex. She simply stared at the ceiling and was dry as a desert down there. Dead bedroom with a resting bitch face. I called her on it and she replied with a short, frustrated tone.

She informed me "If you don't go down on me, we aren't having sex. I'm not wet!"

I stood up, angry and frustrated, and pointed to the door-

"Get the fuck out of my house then."

She quickly picked up her clothes without a word and left.

I was sitting with my dad, trying to make sense of why my "perfect relationship" went south so quickly. "Why is she being such a bitch, dad!?"

He sat there quietly listening to me as I narrated the texts I was receiving. How I was such a disrespectful asshole, how if I "loved her" I would "just do what she wanted."

I sat there, perplexed. What the fuck was she talking about? I looked to my dad for guidance-

"Tell her you'd rather sleep with a man than ever sleep with her again."

At the time, this sounded like a great idea.

So I did just that.

"I'd rather sleep with a man then ever have sex with you again."

Silence.

I texted her one more time.

"If I don't hear from you again, we're done!" (Big mistake.)

No reply.

2 months had passed. In that time, I heard rumors that my ex started dating a girl. I was labeled as the guy that turned a girl gay. I pushed forward, I didn't give a fuck.

I receive a text-

"I know we didn't leave off on good terms, but I'm moving and I need a truck. I remember that you were really good to me and looking back I made a mistake. I don't expect you to reply but it would be really awesome if you could help me out."

"If you pay me, I'll bring the truck."

I swing by and she gave me $40 bucks. I watched as these two skinny looking guys loaded up her coach and her mattress. They struggled and asked for my help.

"She only paid me to use the truck, she didn't pay me to help." I stated with a chuckle, my arms crossed.

"You're getting paid?" One of the guys said questioningly, his face confused. I found out later that they received "hugs" as payment.

After they were done unloading the product, I turn around to leave.

"Don't I get a hug goodbye? Or are we not on hugging terms." She inquired.

I turned around and gave her a hug with a laugh.

It didn't take long for us to get back together. 3 days before she came back to my place and the first thing she did was drop to her knees and blow me on my bed.

"Never expected you to be back here, sucking my dick. What would your girlfriend think?"

"She cheated on me... She got drunk and slept with a dude. I actually prefer dick over pussy anyways." She stated, before resuming her duties.

"What did you think of my text about fucking a dude instead of you, didn't it bother you?"

"When I talked to people, I asked them 'what does he mean, what does he mean!?' but then looking back now you were really good to me and I was kind of being a bitch so I understand."

Shortly after the deed was done, she whispered in my ear, "I love you, daddy."

I still remember the tingles I felt that ran from my ear to the tip of my dick. I was ready for round two.

The rest is for another story, but I learned that day that it doesn't matter what you say. Words are simply tools. It's how you make them feel.

If you establish boundaries early, it's like entering a whole different world. Women may rail against your boundaries, but only to see if you're the real deal.

Demand better for yourself. Trading your integrity for sex means that you'll receive neither sex nor respect.

Lesbianism is simply a smoke screen for women to screen out weak-willed men. Every woman will be straight for the "right guy."

Always get paid upfront for helping out a women. I got $40 bucks, and a steady supply of blowjobs thereafter, for an hour of my time whilst the two young men who carried her shit up two flights of stairs received nothing more than a Christian side-hug and a sly smile.

Don't ruin the illusion women have of you.

Your weakness ruins their fantasy of you.

Your strength makes them feel like they made the right choice.

Be the guy who fucks, not the guy who pays.