I'm done. I'm literally done. I am NEVER getting married. Hell to the NO. Not happening!!
Once again, it has been proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that women are not worth dealing with. And certainly not worth living with. I would rather get tied up and dragged behind a truck on a rough gravel road with fire ants in my shirt, leeches on my face, and piranhas in my underwear.
I wasn't even trying to DATE this chick! I was just trying to be her friend! But she is such a CUNT! She is IMPOSSIBLE to be friends with!
"Why, Jamie?," you may ask? Why is this individual such a cunt? What did she do to turn you off of women forever and for all eternity?
…Well, thank you very much for asking! Let me tell you!
First of all, she is SO negative! She complains about every little thing. And even things that haven't happened yet, she whines and complains about them, anticipating what MIGHT go wrong!
…But let me give you a little bit of a background here, to bring you up to speed. This is a friend of mine who I met at a large gathering several years ago. We hit it off there, and we had some great conversations, so we decided to keep in touch. I went to visit her in her city a few years ago. We had a great time. Now she's coming to visit me.
But between then and now, something happened to her. Either that or her true character is just coming out now. Regardless, there is something seriously wrong with this person.
When she asked to come visit me, I enthusiastically said Yes! I am a very hospitable person, and I love having visitors. However, when she said that she wanted to practice witchcraft when she was staying at my home, I politely informed her that I would not be comfortable with that. So I arranged for her to stay in a cabin at a campground.
(Yes, I know. That should have been my first sign, you will say. But I'm a libertarian, and I always try to be accepting and tolerant of everyone, no matter what their beliefs are.)
Now, the cabin is modern and fully furnished. And it has a grill outside. So she told me that she would like to have a cook-out and cook supper on the grill. I told her that was a great idea!
This is where the insanity begins. About a week after we had agreed on having the cookout, she informed me that she doesn't even know HOW to cook food on a grill! I asked her, "Why did you want to have a cookout on the grill if you don't even know how to grill?" She said, "I assumed you would know, since you're a country boy." I said, "The hell I am! I'm from the suburbs, bitch!" (Just kidding. I didn't actually say that. But it sounds better when written that way.) Anyway, she apologized for stereotyping me, and I thanked her for her apology.
Later on, though, I was thinking to myself, and I was like, "Fuck it. Okay, maybe I don't know how to grill. But I can learn!!" So I put my thinking cap on, applied myself, and pulled myself up by my bootstraps. I learned how to grill.
This is where things start getting really weird. I told her that I had learned how to grill, and I explained the process to her and everything that it entails. I THOUGHT that she would be happy. But no…. Not THIS woman! The first thing out of her mouth was negativity and complaining.
"I'm worried. This is going to take too long."
"Well, that's why I'm going to slice it long-ways in half into thinner pieces so that it will cook more quickly."
"But it's going to fall through the grill."
"No, it isn't. It's a large, broad piece of meat. It's going to be resting on at least four bars that will support it and hold it up."
"But it's going to get black gunk on it."
"No, it's not. Because I'm going to clean the grill first."
"But it still might get burn marks from the bars."
"So we can lay foil down to protect it."
"But I want it to have the "grill" flavor."
At that point, I was fed up. I said, "Okay. Now I am thoroughly confused. What exactly DO you want?"
"I don't know…"
I said, "You know, if this is going to be too stressful for you, we could always just cook the food inside in the kitchen."
"No; it's going to be too hot. It will steam the place up, and I will be sweaty and uncomfortable."
So I said, "Well, we can have a cold meal, then. I can buy cold cuts from the Deli and we can have sandwiches and a salad."
"Nooo. I really wanted to cook a meal."
"Well, if you can't cook it outside, and you can't cook it inside, then where do you think we're going to cook it?"
"I don't know…"
Then I said, "Hey, I have an idea! You know what? I can just cook the food at my house before you arrive. And I'll just bring it over."
"NO! *I* want to cook it! [Skreeee!]"
So I said, "Well, I don't know what you really want me to do."
(F.F.S. Is eating really this hard?? Really...)
(...I mean, if it's that difficult for someone to plan a simple meal, how difficult must it be for them to function in other areas of their life? It really makes me wonder. 🤔)
Anyway, I finally convinced her that we can do the cookout and everything will be fine.
And then she's like, "But what if it RAINS?!"
"[DAMN, JACKIE! I CAN'T CONTROL THE WEATHER!!]"
(I said it in a nice way, of course.)
But seriously, though, lol: I said, "Well, we'll just make a backup plan to account for that contingency. I'll buy some cold food as well; and if it rains, we'll just eat that. And I'll put the other food in my refrigerator and save it for later. ….And if it doesn't rain; vice versa. …It's no sweat off my back. I need to buy groceries anyway."
And even after hearing that completely logical solution, she still whined. 😐 🤦
…BUT WAIT; THERE'S MORE!! 😯😮
All along, since the beginning of this planning process, she had been fussing about being anxious to get to her cabin as quickly as possible to check in and get settled. So I tried to work with her as much as I could, and I had arranged for her to arrive and check in at 4 PM. But she said that wasn't good enough. Because she wanted to get there at THREE PM! I said, "3 PM is the *start* of check-in. They don't even LET you check in before that time. It's not like you're going to be late and miss your chance if you don't get there at 3:00 exactly. You have plenty of time."
"But [waaa waaa waaa]."
…So anyway, I came up with an idea to help get her to the cabin earlier. We were going to go to the grocery store to buy the food after I picked her up and before I took her to her cabin. Well, lo and behold, I discovered that the grocery store has a free online order ahead and pickup option. 🤯 What a perfect solution! 😃 We could order our stuff, they would have it ready for us, and we could just walk in, pick up the bags, and go!
But No….. That was apparently not acceptable to Miss Prissy Princess. She rejected that idea. She said, "I want to walk the aisles myself, because I find it relaxing." (Bullshit. It's not relaxing. I guarantee you after we get out of the store she's going to complain that she's tired. Such a load of crap. SMH.) She said, "I want to get acclimated to my surroundings." (Bitch, it's a GROCERY STORE! You don't even live here! You're only going to be there once! There's nothing to get acclimated to! 🙄😑😒)
Anyway, as you can see, this is the shit that I've had to put up with so far. (And she's not even here yet!!) For someone who is JUST a FRIEND! I'm not even getting pussy out of this deal – not now, or any time in the future! So I don't know why she's making things so difficult. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever to act this way to someone who is graciously hosting you and taking 4 days off from work to entertain you and show you a good time.
Plus I'm picking her up, and dropping her off afterwards. And I'm providing all of the food.
But that isn't even all of it. You want to hear the BEST (worst) part? The cherry on top?? Wait until you hear this. THIS takes the cake!!
While we were chatting and conversing and talking about our plans, she suddenly went into a violent rage and started YELLING at me. Completely unprovoked! You want to know why? Because apparently she wanted Bone-In chicken. And I was going to get boneless chicken. And she went off on me, saying that I was disregarding her feelings, and "you never listen to me. You think you know everything, because you're a Man."
Well, first of all, I didn't appreciate the gendered insult. And second of all, she NEVER TOLD me that she didn't want boneless chicken!! (WTF??)
And she kept raising her voice and interrupting me, while all the time I was speaking calmly and trying to have a mature conversation about it. (But it was very difficult, let me tell you. I was tempted to hang up on her on at least 3 occasions. Due to her rudeness and lack of manners and common civility.)
CONCLUSION: Simply put, this woman is a psycho. And I'm going to go through with this visit – because I'm a man of my word – but I am never inviting her to my home ever again. EVER.
And this whole experience has left such a bad taste in my mouth, that I think I do not ever want to get married to a woman. Because, just imagine, fellas. IMAGINE having to put up with this shit, on a DAILY BASIS, for the REST OF YOUR LIFE!
NO, THANK YOU.
I was already on the fence before this, and I was leaning towards just remaining single. I had always wanted to get married, since I was a young boy; but I had been skeptical as well, for many years. That is why I haven't done it yet.
Well, now my position is even more solidified.
Women are toxic. We should stay far away from them. And whatever you do, don't EVER live with one. I can assure you that you will regret it.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
Have a lovely day.
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