if a woman smiled at me, kissed me, hugged me, rang my phone, comforted me when I felt down, said nice things to me, was there for me after a hard day at work , was passionate, intimate and uninhibited with me. I would be swallowing those blue pills with glee.

But I know these things never happen. It's all about what I have to do for them. What sacrifices I need to make to keep them happy. Which guys I need to fight for them. How hard I am going to work to make their life easier. How much of my dreams and goals I am going to give up. How much I am going to spend to fulfill their every whim. How I would die for them and expect nothing in return.

There is not even a spoonful of sugar for that blue pill. It's more like a $100,000 price tag to even get to play a game of blue-pill roulette. And everything about the den in which the game is played is so putrid it makes you want to vomit.

It's so easy to see through the lies but so hard to escape them.