After my feminist award winning commentary on the bullshit of "trust issues" I recall the last time I was called a "commitmentphobe" and that bullshit.

Now I've gone monk so although I'll talk present tense, this is all in the past.

The shaming attempt, "commitmentphobe", like "trust issues" is just some more bullshit designed entirely for women to shore up that financial security and income stream for them. Women may occasionally control opening of their various moist holes for men to dump a load in, men completely control commitment. Women can control commitment (ie: divorce) but no woman can control a man committing. Sure they can manipulate a BP stooge, but they don't control that, because to control that, a woman would have to offer something other than moist holes. And women never, ever, will spend their own money to make a man commit. Oh they'll fix some guys rape van or something, but women won't sign on the line and be fucked by the government when the guy "isn't happy". It's so rare in fact it makes international news when a woman pays a dime to a man for anything, God forbid it's a divorce settlement.

Anyone ever been called one? Commitmentphobe or afraid of commitment like it's supposed to be an insult and it's your duty? Meaning your resource allocation is to you and your hobbies, interests, and future, and not someone else?

I don't commit. I use. I'm a dick I guess because fuck me for putting my needs first and an empowered independent strong woman's needs second to my own.

So I occasionally see this woman. I may see her in the future this year, maybe. Who knows? So I go visit her one day for a couple weeks and stay at her place. Her sister is there whom I've never met, and this particular lady likes me a lot and would love to commit to me, but I don't commit.

I think anyone that has committed to a woman and gotten burned knows exactly how stupid committing is.

I just never felt the urge, so I guess I won that coin toss.

So anyhoo, we've known each other awhile, her sister is there, and her sister starts giving me shit and calls me a "commitmentphobe" out of no where. Because I won't commit to her sister, the chick I'm having relations with, and I guess paying her rent or something, or moving her in with me.

I find this a bit hypocritical. First, the sister gets all her life information from tarot cards. I'm not sure of the scientific validity of tarot cards, but I don't believe in magic so who knows.

This is also interesting because the sister initiated a divorce recently, so I'm not sure why I'm the -phobe here. I've divorced precisely 0 spouses.

This is also interesting because the sister I'm fucking is married, and her husband is the cuck here. I'm failing to see how I'm the -phobe in the room because I'm allocating resources to me, and not some chick who cucks her husband, divorces her husband, or anything else.

This is ironic because she is attracted to me and knows I'm MGTOW and reads my posts here and is turned on by my abusive misogyny, so I don't know in what world she thinks any form of committed relationship is going to happen.

Why am I telling this story?

All women, when they aren't lying about everything, are always wanting to keep revenue streams coming in. I'm currently working on the amazingly obvious theory that the only thing women want in relationships is resources, and at best attention (another resource provided) and I'm having trouble disproving it or creating a null hypothesis, but the science continuers.

Despite women not giving commitment, they demand it, even while they have commitments from others or bails on them, and even if they reject those, they still want yours.

And that's why you fuck before taking them to dinner. If they won't pay cash, they'll pay in other ways.

Assuming you're stupid enough to waste time and resources on them in the first place.

So Emily, since you're reading this, your sister is pathetic and needs to get off the tarot cards, and you're a series of holes for me to jackoff inside. If I see you again, make sure your ass is lubed as I appreciate sex more when I don't think you enjoy it. Also, tell your husband I prefer single malt Scotch. If I'm going to drink his booze, at least make sure it's the good stuff.

Fuck first, then McNuggets, not food first, then they get ghosted when they take their shit to the bathroom and Uber away.