Summary: Indian girl marries parentally-approved "safe" Indian boy. Can't stand the sight of him within 3 years, divorces him and jumps into the arms of a White guy afterwards. Do not trust Indian girls!

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I often hear a lot of talk about theredpill about what kind of girl is "best" for marrying. Usually the consensus answer is to nab her while she's young and before she'd had a chance to ride the carousel.

Guess what, fellows. AWALT. Marrying young is just as likely to get you divorce-raped as is marrying a postwall women. In fact, it may be even more dangerous because the girl will constantly look around her, see Alphas preening and flexing, and then she'll wonder what she missed out on.

Indian girls are the worst when it comes to this behavior, by the way. Read on...

I was 18, working at a bookstore near the college where we both went. Ajay worked on a different floor. We hit it off, he asked me out, and we started dating. It wasn't much more complicated than that. I thought he was cute, and funny, and devoted. I'd broken up with my high school sweetheart a few weeks before college, and I felt ready for something new.

Translation: By 18, I'd already been thoroughly fucked by the high school lacrosse captain and decided to grab a BetaBux early, while prices are cheap.

Ajay did not me, or cheat on me. He didn't use drugs, he wasn't an alcoholic, he didn't have rage issues. And yet, three years into our marriage, I realized, quietly and in my own heart, that I was unbearably unhappy. I was frustrated with every aspect of my life—my job, my finances, my social life, and especially my marriage.

Translation: My husband wasn't an alpha. If he had abused me, or cheated on me, or done drugs, I would've gotten tingles for him because I secretly like dangerous men. But he wasn't, so my vagina was as dry as the Sahara desert.

At that time Ajay had just gone back to college, and after he finished his first semester, I gave him a selfish gift. I paid for a ticket to send him to Los Angeles for ten days to visit his brother. I just didn't want to be around him. Those were, without a doubt, the best ten days of my life. I was so relieved. I could breathe. I went dancing with friends. I stayed out late. I felt alive. And when I realized my life could always be like that, the thought was planted and the idea of leaving him was irresistible.

Translation: I couldn't stand the face of this spineless, safe provider. I went out partying and clubbing when he went on vacation, and meeting all those hot guys excited my libido in ways that my husband never could.

For the first few months after we split, I stayed with friends and with my parents, and then I got my own place. During that time, he was just crushed. He'd call me at all hours of the night, crying and sobbing. And I'd feel so awful. It's been six years, and I still feel tremendous guilt.

Translation: I can't get horny for emotional men. I need my man to be a rock. But feminism told me that I should be satisfied by a sensitive guy who cries! Why isn't this the case? I feel so bad. :(

After I got divorced, I swore I'd never get married again. But then I met John*, and as they say, I just knew. We married last October in front of my mother and sisters at city hall. On the subway ride to our ceremony, I wore a white dress I'd gotten last minute upstate... My relationship with John has made me a different person. I'm affectionate. I communicate. And, at least for this moment in time, I'm happy.

Translation: I am a creature of emotion and swoon for the nearest Alpha Male. When I got divorced, I immediately fell in love with the tall, white blond handsome man and now I'm his subservient lover and life is good. The end.


If there are any Indian guys in the audience right now... unless you're absolutely autistic, you'll know to never get married to an Indian girl. They are alpha widows of the highest order. They've had their fun reverse-cowgirling Chad Thundercock throughout high school and college, then seek to pin down a beta Indian man later and pop out a few kids so that the relatives back in India will be happy.

Don't fucking fall for it.

Summary: Article perfectly illustrates the Indian version of AlphaFux/BetaBux. Don't marry Indian girls. They will only use Indian guys for stability and money, but will never actually be attracted to you.