Hold them to a higher standard
|Higher than, say, this|
If there’s one thing the loser has going for him that the man in the middle doesn’t—it’s that he is selfish. The loser doesn’t care if a woman ends up living in a cardboard box because she spent all of her money on him, and he doesn’t care if she has to work countless hours of overtime to make ends meet.
The loser just thinks to himself, “Well, she’s a dumb bitch and it’s her fault for getting herself into these situations—ain’t my problem,” and you know what? He’s completely right—it is her fault and it ain’t his problem.
Losers, despite their countless faults, understand that a woman’s fucked-up decisions are one-hundred percent her responsibility—not his. Any man with two functioning eyeballs connected to an operable brain can sit back and spectate as women do stupid shit and waste their lives away, and the loser is more than happy to lend a helping hand in that process in an attempt to procure all he can get.
However, what the loser is not interested in is providing windfall protection for these women as they make their rapid descents—ensuring soft landings for dumbass women and their choices is beyond the scope of both the losers desires and his talents. The loser, for as stupid as he may be, isn’t stupid in this respect.
In my own experience, some of the women I’ve had the most difficulty getting rid of have been the ones that have received the worst treatment from me. For whatever reason, I just didn’t like them all that much and didn’t treat them very well. In many instances, it was usually because I found out something unsavory about their pasts and subsequently lost the little bit of respect I may have had for them to begin with.
As a result, I never went above and beyond to please them. I never complimented them or said nice things to them. I didn’t respond to their text messages or phone calls for hours, and that’s if I bothered responding at all. I flirted with other women right in front of them. I didn’t care if I gave them a good fucking, and I certainly didn’t care if they had an orgasm—I just didn’t give a damn about any of it. I treated these women like they were lower than shark shit at the bottom of Marianna’s Trench, and they completely adored me for it.
A Losing Battle...