Let's compare women to heroin in this case, though some would find this analogy a more accurate comparison to crack or meth. The experience of getting hooked, then lving through the hell of addiction, then even the rough recovery, is no different than the experience of mst guys with north american women. The first hit is usually free and comes when you're young, dumb and do not know better; i.e, you fall in love, discover sex, etc. Great, now you're hooked. You think it's the ultimate exerience, one you need all the time and are not complete without, when you're on it, it feels like you are never going to come down.That day when you're just tired of her shit seems like it'll never come. No, not you. You're above that. Something so great could never bring you such pain, right? Only when the supply runs dry, you're in hell, looking for that next hit, Seems you'd do anything for it, seems like everyone else has it but you can't find a supplier. But then you drift in and out of using for much or your life or until you finally take the one pill, you really need, which si the red one. If you don't, or until you do, you're headed for ruin. You are going to blow all your money, your self-esteem is going to take a hit, you'll be out there looking for it all the time in a way that isn't at all worth how often you really end up getting it. You may have to resort at times to a low-quality substitute (fat chicks, trailer park trash, etc.) but in the dark, lean times, it'll do even though you can barely look at yourself in the mirror. The rest of your life will fall away, you'll loose your friends. You think you're losing the drug, but the drug is using you. You think one day you'll find a pure form of that drug, the best version of it there is, but that always seems just so elusive, doesn't it? If you're lucky, you have an intervention and come to your fuking senses. You realize what you've done and swear off this terrible vice, recognize you need-and then find and regularly partake in-a situation of ongoing support amongst those who have also gone clean. Suddenly, life without that drug you once thought you needed-and which all the dealers told you you needed so badly-is way better than you even remembered. You can live again! Now how the hell is that NOT what women do to us? You would not engage in the insanity of drug use (I hope!) so why would you do the same with women?