Sorry, I am not in a good mood. I have been have a rough time of it lately and I just gotta say something.
Why is it that some, seemingly intelligent, women must date men who treat them like dirt and the more mean he is, the more the love the bastard. I know many women and young ladies and most of them are beautiful, intelligent, talented, but when it come to matters of the heart, they are STUPID! (In my humble opinion, anyway.) I have tried to attract many of these women and young ladies by the old fashion and gentlemanly way. I treat them like queens. I buy gifts for them. (clothing, jewelry, trips, cars) They will take everything I give them, thank me and then split to f*** some guy who could give a rats behind about them. He doesn't buy them gifts or even do anything for them. I break my back, do everything I can for them and I get treated like less than a guy. I always end up being the "safe" male. They know they can hang around me and won't get hit all the time, or treated like dirt and probably end up with a new outfit or two. Why and I such a DUMB, MORONIC, LONELY guy. I ask them all, "What's wrong with me?" I always get the same answer, "Nothing, your a very handsome man." I always hear the silent "but" though. I fill in the blanks myself. "But, you are way too old for me." "But, I wouldn't date you if you were the last guy on earth." "But, you don't treat me like shit! Where's the fun in you?" I attended the Gentleman's School of Courting while I was growing up. I had a father that never raised his voice to his wife. He never raised his fists to his wife. He didn't drink or go out every weekend with the boys. My dad was a stand up kind of guy. (I tell everyone that my parents were Ozzie and Harriet or Ward and June Cleaver or, in today's venacular Dr. and Mrs. Huxtable.) They loved each other and it showed. They respected each other and were kind to each other and stayed married until his death at 63 from smoking. They were married over 40 years. (Rare in this day and age.) That was my school of how to treat women. I learned from watching my father treat my mother like a lady and a friend. They were lovers and friends. They enjoyed each others company and loved doing things together. This is the way it should be and no one on Earth could present a valid argument against it. This was what I wanted. This was not what I got. My first marriage ended after 13 years and 3 beautiful boys. She told me one day at lunch that "I can't live like this anymore." I knew I had a big problem, I found out later she was seeing another man. She destroyed a beautiful family, took everything I owned, except for a truck and $3000 cash. She is with him now. He gets to see my kids more than I do. (That is hell on earth) So, to the present, I meet this girl (26 years old) a year ago. She had a boyfriend then. I knew him first. They started have problems and she called me up one day and told me she was scared for her life. She needed me to come get her. So, being the Knight in Shining Armor, I rode to the rescue of the Fair Damsel in Distress. When I got her to a safe place, she told me that she was going to become a Lesbian and had already contacted an old girl friend. She was only going to be at house for a couple of weeks. (I am going to leave out a hell of a lot of details right here, as it would take the whole year just to retell the story.) She moved out of my house in April of this year, because I was having to sale it. No Job, No Money, No house. Sometime after her girlfriend departed in March, I fell in love with her. We were great friends and I thought she had simular feelings. I was wrong. She just wanted to be friends. I had housed her, feed her and clothed her for over a year. I took her out of town with me on trips. I paid for her Ebay stuff and her storage building. I didn't mind to much, because this was the way I was trying to attract her. It didn't work. She only wants someone who will treat her like sh_t. Then, she will crawl on her knees through broken glass, just to kiss their a$$. I never learned how to treat women like dirt.
So, tonight the punchline. She had just met this new guy. She would not tell me anything about him, his name or anything. She was just happy to talk about him. She hung out with him for three days and came back with bruises all over her neck. She said her was high and fell onto her and then bit her. She then said she punched him in the face. She then proceeded to bite him several times. Huh? They weren't making out! She didn't f***. (Yeah, right.) (Still denies it!) She has know him now for about 3 weeks. Last night, her new beaux, went to see another of her best male friends and beat the living sh_t out of him and we say him today in the emergency room. He looked bad. I have never seen anyone beaten so savagely. His nose, jaw and shoulder were broken he had chunks of flesh torn out of his head from a steel spike. He was patched up and the xrays did not show anything more serious. They let him go home. Then we come back to my mom's house, (where I am staying for a while) and she gets in touch with the guy. I just got back from delivering her to his front door. Also, I forgot to mention, one of her best female friends has been hanging around this guy for a few months and trying to date him. (Although, according to him, they have never dated, there is nothing between them.) She will stay the night with him and probably f***. I actually hope she does and then she falls madly in love with the piece of sh_t. Then she can go live with him and get the hell out of my life. (Just in case you are wondering, NO, she and I have never done anything. She won't even kiss me.) Why?