Sometimes when you are blessed with good looks, it can be a curse. You will be blinded by choices, but as always you will end up with the bad boys, although ideally you would want to marry the good ones. Because we women think that we could change these bad boys one day. Bullshit. Once the egg is rotten, it is irreversible.
Why we women like bad boys? We are attracted to them because they know how to sugar coat their words like Garrette’s popcorn coated with buttered-caramel. Yum! Taste sweet but extremely bad for your health and teeth. Women like any ordinary human being like to hear the good niceties.
One of the many reasons why women remain single and end up becoming spinsters is because they have been cheated by their partners. There are so many good looking women who have stopped loving human beings, instead they channel their love to animals. They will adopt a pet or something. Or just love something. Sometimes they turned lesbians because they have given up on men.
Some women would lavish on branded goods. Others would spend thousands monthly to make themselves look good, signing up spa or Botox packages. Others become sluts and embark on sex rampage. Bottom line is, women feel insecure after their emotions have been battered and frayed by men who are serial cheaters.
When men visit prostitutes or sleep with many 'other' women aside from their partners, they expect their other halves to forgive their mistakes. But when a woman sleeps with stranger she is labeled a slut. Technically, if you compare the two equations, the answers will sum up to unscrupulous and despicable. They are the same. But it doesn’t degrade the women as lesser beings than the men, vice versa. Men are MCPs. They just can fuck those call girls or some other bitches, and then go back home still fuck their wives. WTF!
As you get older, you will realize the candidates are diminishing at the speed of lightning. By the time you hit 30, you will look around and asked yourself where have all the men who used to have major crushes on you disappeared to? Antarctica?? Mars?? Or gone to war?? DEAD?? Where are all the good men that you have rejected once upon a time? Then you heard that they were happily (maybe/maybe not) married with at least 2 kids. You will emotionally beat yourself for the wrong choices made, and start fantasizing how your offspring would look like if you were to marry Tom, Dick or Harry. When men cheat, we women become bitter. We lose our youth, our time and opportunities. We roam and search for the perfect men in fear of being cheated again. Too high expectations. By the time women lower their expectations, they are left with 3 types of rejects (i) men who are married but still want to play, (ii) divorced men who are trolleying a baggage of problems, or (iii) men who are as old as their fathers. Worse, if these ‘eligible bachelors’ are much older than their dads. Haha, who’s your daddy?? LOL.
I’m not spared too, I had my fair share of being cheated. Here's my story:
Donkey years ago, I had a five year relationship with an Asian guy. We were planning to get married. Arrangements were made and booked. We even got a flat. In that span of five years, he had cheated on me countless times. But I was a forgiving and subservient girlfriend then, so I had forgiven every single mischief. Bloody fooled me. For a couple of months he appeared like he had repented. One day, I found out that he was sleeping with a slut who was a divorcee. She was his ex-schoolmate. Back then, she was crazy about him, but he was a heartbreaker. So, the interest did not blossom until much later.
I got his mom to confess. She said he had been sneaking out in the middle of the night to go out drinking with his friends. By the end of the night he would bring a woman back and fuck her good and proper. Every night out had to end with a fuck. He was (maybe still) a horny bastard.
I was devastated. Because we had gone through countless bad times together. I shall not disclose what had happened but those bad times tainted my life. Aside from those bad happenings, he was an international relations person. He slept with so many nationalities, you name it. If I can give him a title, he would be General Secretary of the United Nations.
The weird thing was that we had sex 6 times a week. Other than those days I had my menses, we would be humping everywhere and anywhere like rabbits. It was hot, raunchy, lustful and sexciting. At least that was what I thought. Still sex wasn’t enough. Being the trophy girlfriend wasn’t enough too. Soon I noticed every time he ejaculated, it got lesser and lesser. Still, I kept quiet thinking that it was normal. No!! I was punked.
After a series of unfortunate events, I began to receive weird phone calls from women who complained to me about my ex-fiance. They were his ex-girlfriends and some sluts but I don’t know how they got my number and how they knew him. It was traumatic. They would vividly describe how they fuck and insisted I should be wary of his whereabouts. At first, I refused to believe them, but as the calls got frequent, I became worried if I had contracted any STDs. Worse, I got worried if he had started his ‘adventures’ again.
I went for check up and did some reflection. Thankfully I was okay, with no signs of STDs. I began to imagine how he fucked those women like how he fucked me. Boomerang style, helicopter style, wakeboarding style, twister style, tornado style, etc. These women and this bastard had mind-fucked me.
Like all good things, it came to an end. We broke up, and I swiftly went into depression. I kept things to myself. I didn’t want to burden anyone including my parents who were rather traditional then (now very open-minded). But I wasn’t experienced enough to handle things on my own. It affected many important things in my life. My parents were devastated. His parents were shocked as they had no idea what went wrong till much later. My dad got hospitalized and went through a surgery because his heart couldn’t take the sudden news. I went MIA and disappeared from friends. I tried to get better, and after 1 year of drowning my sorrow with Chivas, I came out of it gradually. I lost a lot of weight and looked like a walking skeleton. I lost my nice boobies for awhile but managed to salvage them and now they are looking great. After 3 years, I've grown to be a different person with new set of goals and principles. It wasn’t an easy break up or calling off an engagement like any ordinary one. Everyone thought it was a pack up-and-go thing. Nope it wasn’t. It was messy, heart-wrenching, ugly, and painful. He was an irresponsible man.
The best part was the slut knew my existence but still went ahead with the affair. In my heart, I wondered how can a fellow womankind be so cruel? How can you fuck a man knowing that he belongs to someone else? Are you that desperate to be fucked???
But I thank her now for taking the rotten egg away from me. If I had been his lawfully wedded wife, I'd prolly be Singapore's Lady Gaga at IMH. Like I said before, if a man has cheated before, he will cheat again. As the slut once said “Life is too short not to enjoy it”.
So who says Asian men are better than White guys? They are all the same.