Month: July 2025

The Maury Show ran for 24 years, with over 3,600 episodes, and the phrase “You are NOT the father” still hasn’t taught you anything. For more than two decades, women brought the wrong men on national television, lied to their faces, and cried victim when exposed by a DNA test. Again and again, men were dragged into courtrooms and studios, forced to prove they weren’t the father of a child they never created. And when the results came back negative, there was no apology, no accountability, just screaming, crying, and walking off stage like they were the ones betrayed.
 
Thousands of paternity tests later, and society still refuses to admit the truth: women lie, and men pay the price. The show didn’t entertain, it exposed. It documented betrayal, manipulation, and false paternity on repeat for 24 straight years. And somehow, you still haven’t figured it out.

I’ve been deliberately single for 25 years. In that time, I’ve had more women than I can count come to me, hinting they would leave their husbands just to be with me. Single mothers, divorcees, even women already tied to someone else, I pushed every last one of them aside. At 62 years old, I was still being approached. One 50 something bank manager even handed me her business card with a smirk, like I was supposed to be impressed.
 
From age 14 to 16, I had affairs with three of my high school teachers. That should tell you all you need to know about how early women start targeting teen boys.
 
I’m not pretending to be some ideal specimen. I’m fat, bald, ugly, and nearly blind. But I’ve got something they can’t resist, a big personality and zero tolerance for their bullshit. That’s why I keep my distance. I don’t play the game. I stay away from broads altogether.
 
I was married once. Twenty five years ago, my wife packed her bags and left. On the way out, she drained 250,000 dollars from our joint account and maxed out 50,000 dollars in credit card debt furnishing her new boyfriend’s apartment. I consulted four different lawyers. All four told me the same thing, don’t contest it. If I did, I’d be opening the door to false accusations, court manipulation, and financial destruction. The system was never designed to protect men. It was built to bleed us dry.
 
American women don’t love men. They love what men provide. They’ll tell you they love you while lining up the next sucker and draining his account dry. Love, to them, is not emotional. It’s transactional. It’s about leverage and gain. When the money runs out, the affection follows right behind it.
 
Ask any woman how many successful relationships she’s had. If she says more than one, that tells you everything. Success, to her, means she walked away with something, money, validation, assets, attention. Not commitment, not loyalty, not sacrifice. When a woman tells me she’s looking for another successful relationship, I just smile and say, I wish you many more, because I already know what that means.
 
When a woman tells me she likes older men, I don’t take the bait. I just tell her, There are plenty of older men out there for you. The world is your oyster. That ends the conversation. Fast.
 
This is why I’m The XY Ghost. The Invisible Man. I left the game decades ago, and I never looked back. I don’t chase. I don’t play. I don’t entertain the illusion. I watch the collapse from a safe distance.
 
Google my name. TheXYGhost.

Non-virgins need to split the bill. You already gave another man what was supposed to be special, so do not show up expecting full treatment for leftovers.
 
Divorcees need to pay the whole bill. You had your chance, you blew it, and now you want another man to clean up what you could not hold together. No. You pay.
 
Single moms do not just pay for the entire date, they owe compensation. That man is not just dealing with you, he is stepping into a job someone else walked out on. So yes, you cover dinner, and while you are at it, hand over a Rolex for each kid he is expected to love like his own. You want him to act like a provider, start by paying like one.

I’m 60 years old, when I was 7 my babysitter gave me my first oral. When I was 14 and 15 I had affairs with 3 of my high school teachers. My first girlfriend left me for a 20 year old drug addict that I saw lying in the streets strung out 20 years later. I had 3 girlfriends that were pregnant but tests prove I was not the father. I had 2 of my ex’s that had abortions behind my back. Although I was never formally charged, I had 3 girls that accused me of gRAPE. They spread rumors around the circle of people with whom I surrounded myself. Two of those girls I never even touched, the third one I have never had sex.
 
Two weeks before my wife served me my divorce papers, she blurted out, “the first time we had sex, you raped me”. Did she mean to say that I raped her, and then she married me?
 
In my teens and into my twenties, I had a few girlfriends confide in me that their step dad was constantly molesting them. (And you want to marry a single mother). Female classmates in college and in high school told me similar stories. I never knew why those girls never reported this to the police. I later found out that young girls have gRAPE fantasies about their step-fathers. Sometimes these young girls blurt out their fantasies to invoke or manipulate a “rescue me” response from a boy with whom she’s talking. (And you STILL want to marry a single mother)
 
I’ve dated movie starlets and had 3 women in my life that were singers. (2 well known at the time and 1 not so well known.) I was married in my late 30’s and when she divorced me, stole $310,000 from my accounts. After my divorce 23 married women in my neighborhood started approaching me suggesting they will leave their man for me. 10 of those women had kids. One of those women divorced her husband, and when the divorce was final, she started coming around again. One time she sent her 12-year-old daughter to tell me, “you’re my mommy’s boyfriend.” I’m not about to break up a family. When I showed my disinterest, they went to their husbands and told them I was hitting on them. In my teens I had 4 girlfriends of single mothers and their mom (3 of them) made advances towards me. When I turned them down, they told their daughter to leave me. One of the girl’s I dated, her aunt hit on me and left it alone after that.
 
I’ve had several girlfriends in the past. When their best friend hit on me and I refused, they told my girlfriend that I hit on them. One of my girlfriends’ best friends convinced my girlfriend to break up with me. When she did, that girl came up to me and asked if I could “give her a try”.
 
I’ve dated a woman that had a net worth of $41 million back in the 1980’s, she left me for a 55 year old man that was worth much more. He ended up dumping her a few months later and she begged me to come back to her.
 
My 61 year old sister had 3 kids from 3 different men and married and divorced 2 of them. From the age of 16, all of her boyfriends and husbands were alcoholic, drug addicts and violent criminals. Mind you that growing up, her and I were never surrounded by any drugs or alcohol.
 
My life has been a series of temporary hookups based on financial worth. I’ve watched my childhood friends, my classmates, coworkers and neighbors in the same storm. No love, just temporary conquest until something better comes along. I have only wanted one girlfriend, I’m ashamed that I’ve had so many.
 
I’ve been single for 22 years and even last month a 50+ year old female bank manager came over to my side of the bar to give me her business card. I am not a drinker of spirits but I have a coffee every afternoon at the bar of a nice restaurant near me. She overheard that I was single while I was talking to the bartender. She said, “I overheard that you are single. We are both in the same boat”. The bartender was shocked when she saw this. She thought I was lying about my dating past. The only thing that was going through my mind when she handed me her card was, “we are not in the same boat, we are in the same storm”
 
I’m 60 years old, bald, ugly, fat and going blind. I’m not saying that I’m this “hot” commodity that every girl desires, I’m saying I know the modern feminist influenced woman so well, I can even predict with almost 60% accuracy, what they will say next and how they lie.
 
When I tell women my story, they almost always say one of the following.
 
“Not ALL women are like that!”
“You hate women.”
“Who hurt you?”
“You just pick the wrong women.”
“Where do you find these women?”

A man will die to save his family.
A man will die to save his friends.
A man will die to save a stranger.
A man will die for the betterment of society.
 
And I am not even talking about war.
 
How many men in Japan went on suicide missions to clean up the reactors in Fukushima? How many men walked into the radioactive wreckage of Chernobyl knowing they would die? How many firemen charge into burning buildings to save people they have never met?
 
Now ask, how many women risk their lives to do anything? Most just stand outside a burning building screaming, “Somebody save my baby,” while waiting for a man to go in.
 
A man I once knew had a burnt and disfigured face because, as a five year old, his mother ran out of a burning house and left him behind in the same room she had just escaped from. That is the kind of love he got from the woman who gave birth to him.
 
So when I hear women say they do not need a man, I do not get mad, I just cringe. I wish men would go on a one week strike every year. No work, no fixing, no buying, no entertainment, no effort. Just seven days of complete silence and stillness. Let the world see what happens when men stop doing everything they are quietly expected to do.

Women claim they can multitask, but they consistently fail to juggle a career and a relationship at the same time. The moment pressure hits, one of those things collapses, and it is usually the relationship. Men have carried families and careers for millennia, often with no praise, no sympathy, and no fallback. They worked, provided, protected, and endured without walking away. Women talk about balance, men lived it.

I dated a Director of Marketing for a large international cosmetics company, where she had worked for twelve years.
 
We spent weekends together, and from time to time, she experienced what she called a panic attack. Whenever this happened, I did my best to calm her down, asking what I could do to help and taking steps to ease her condition.
 
Over the course of eight months, she had six of these episodes. Determined to support her, I read books and consulted professionals to better understand what she might be going through.
 
One day, I asked her how often she experienced these attacks at work, thinking it might help identify triggers. She told me, without hesitation, that she had never once had an episode on the job.
 
In that moment, it became clear. These panic attacks were not random. They were likely staged, designed to manipulate me for attention or control.
 
I saw my exit. I looked her in the eye and said, “Maybe I’m the trigger that causes these episodes.”
 
She knew I was about to leave her, and right on cue, another attack started. Watching it unfold, I calmly told her, “This confirms I’m no good for you,” and I walked out of her apartment.
 
When I got home, there was a message waiting on my answering machine. Her friend said the police had been called, and she had been admitted to Bellevue Hospital for observation.
 
The same friend called again later, trying to convince me to come back and help her. I asked one simple question, “What are you doing to help her?”
 
That was the last time I ever heard from either of them.

1. Approach you
 
2. Introduce herself to you
 
3. Make the first move
 
4. Open up with a “line”
 
5. Ask for your number
 
6. Make the first call
 
7. Suggest a date
 
8. Set up a first date
 
9. Initiate the first date
 
10. Pick you up
 
11. Hold open a door for you
 
12. Buy you a gift
 
13. Drive to the date
 
14. Initiate conversations
 
15. Maintain conversation
 
16. Make you laugh
 
17. Make you happy
 
18. Pay for the date
 
19. Drive you home
 
20. Initiate the first kiss
 
21. Initiate any communication after the first date
 
22. Help you out
 
23. Risk her life for you
 
24. Protect you with her life
 
25. Commit to you
 
26. Buy you an engagement ring
 
27. Get on one knee and propose marriage
 
28. Pay for a wedding
 
29. Buy you a house
 
30. Buy you a car
 
31. Buy you a wedding ring
 
32. Initiate sex
 
33. Perform better than your last 20 partners
 
34. Work hard to support your expensive taste
 
35. Work two or three jobs to support you
 
But if you fail at any of the above things she will never do for you, she will initiate a new boyfriend (and at that point she will not consider it cheating), initiate a divorce, take your home, kids, pension, 401(k), stock portfolio, and force you to pay alimony, child support, and the mortgage for the house she now shares with your replacement as he tucks your kids in at night.
 
If you think she wronged you, remember this: you picked her. That means you should have known she was planning this. It is all your fault. You must have done something wrong, because she is never wrong.
 
In fact, she will initiate nothing with you, except the divorce.
 
And you wonder why men are not begging to do this all over again.
 
Do you think this was done to break up families, confuse children, emasculate men, and destroy their power?

Men cheat because, as the saying goes, there is one food that kills a woman’s sex drive by 99.99 percent, wedding cake. Once the vows are spoken, her sexual appetite often disappears, replaced by obligation, routine, or outright resentment.
 
Women cheat for a different reason. They find a man who provides for them in every way, financially, emotionally, physically, and they interpret support as an unconditional promise to stay no matter what they do. Once they secure a provider, they start to feel bored. Stability feels like failure. Comfort becomes dull. So they go looking for excitement, chaos, or drama. And if they cannot find it, they create it.

What happens here stays here.
 
Free speech is spoken here.
 
TheXYGhost equals The Missing Man.
 
MGTOW means Men Going Their Own Way.
 
MGHOW means Men Going His Own Way.
 
Men Going Their Own Way refers to men who choose their own lifestyle. Whether that means being a PUA, a Pick Up Artist, an MRA, a Men’s Rights Activist, part of the MRM, the Men’s Rights Movement, walking one of the various paths within MGTOW, or simply being a man maintaining his own family, we are here to help in any way we can.
 
Men excel at finding solutions to problems and offering real help. That is what we do. We invent, fix, improve, and build. That is why we helped women in the past, only to receive the proverbial kick in the groin in return. Please use this group to ask questions, seek answers, and share anything you need, your personal life, business, finances, car, or anything else. We are men, and unlike women, we solve problems and help others.
 
We are men becoming ghosts in the family. Men are being removed from their homes by Delilahs, supported by the Philistines of our time, police, family courts, social workers, social justice warriors, and others. These modern day Philistines are willing to do whatever Delilah demands.
 
We understand that women hate men, and for the most part, we are fine with that. We do not hate women in return. We will simply leave them alone and go our own way.
 
When audiences of women across the country, time and time again, have given standing ovations to Lorena Bobbitt for sexually mutilating an unarmed man in his sleep as an act of revenge, we know hatred lives in their hearts. Women like Gloria Steinem, a man hating lesbian, glorify abortion, leading to 58 million unborn children lost since 1972, after Roe v. Wade. Donna Hylton, who spent 27 years in prison for beating, torturing, raping, and killing a 62 year old man, is now held up as a spokesperson for women’s rights.
 
This is not the He-Man Woman Haters Club, but we do not want any women here.
 
As iron sharpens iron, one man sharpens another.
Proverbs 27:17
 
Established July 22, 2016.

As sexy as 45 year old Tina Turner was back in the mid 1980’s, no man in their 20’s and 30’s has ever drooled over her.
 
Sean Connery in his 60’s had girls in their 20’s, 30’s and beyond who found him sexy.
 
I once talked to a 50 year old woman who said that when she was 16 she that 45 year old Ed Asner, who played Lou Grant on the 1970’s TV show, The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Ed Asner was a short, frumpy, bald man. That woman said that she was turned on whenever Lou Grant yelled out for Mary
 
Can you imagine a 16 year old girl being attracted to a 45 year old, bald, short man. It happens.

It has often been said that a man marries a woman hoping she stays the same, while a woman marries a man hoping he will change. That phrase survives because it hides a truth most men learn too late.
 
“You will never change,” “you refuse to change,” “you need to evolve,” “you need to evolve as a man,” “you are too set in your ways,” “I just need you to be different,” “you are not growing,” “you are stuck,” “I need more from you,” these are some of the phrases you might hear, sometimes worded differently, sometimes softened, sometimes delivered in frustration. They all mean the same thing. They are not observations, they are signals. She is telling you that you no longer fit her current preference, and instead of naming what she wants, she labels your resistance as a flaw in her eyes. When you hear these phrases, understand the warning clearly. She is not asking for growth. She is asking you to change into a version that suits her, right now.
 
Change is an empty word when it has no direction. It is not guidance. It is not instruction. It is noise. When a woman says change she almost never defines it. There is no destination, no standard, no measurable outcome. She does not say become more disciplined, become more focused, become stronger, become calmer. She simply says change and expects the man to read her mind. Translation, you are not meeting her shifting expectations, and she is calling that your flaw.
 
What is rarely said out loud is that women are obsessed with men changing to match their personal preference in that specific moment. Not a fixed ideal. Not a stable standard. A feeling. A phase. A comparison. What she wants today is shaped by her mood, her environment, her friends, her media, and the last man she compared you to. So even if you comply, you are already behind. The moment you adjust, the preference shifts. It is not a man’s job to change his life to better suit her temporary moods.
 
Every time you comply, you lose ground. Each adjustment teaches her that you have no fixed center. The more you reshape yourself to fit her current preference, the less she respects you in her own mind. Compliance does not create approval, it creates weakness in her eyes. A man who is always adapting is not seen as flexible, he is seen as moldable. And moldable men are never respected.
 
Change up, change down, change left, change right, change forward, change backward. Change your habits, your tone, your priorities, your boundaries, your tolerance, your spine. Change what you enjoy. Change what makes you you. The word becomes powerful because it is vague, and because the goal post never stays still. Vagueness allows dissatisfaction without responsibility.
 
In short, she is asking you to change, but she will view you as weak if you do.
 
A man who keeps changing to please her does not look cooperative to her, he looks unsure. He looks like a man seeking permission instead of leading his own life. Even if she benefits from the changes, attraction does not grow in her. It dies. Women do not bond to men who orbit their moods. They lose respect for men who abandon their own frame in exchange for temporary peace. Judgment and consequence live in her perception, not in the man’s effort.
 
When a man asks, change how, the answer is never concrete. It is emotional. It is situational. It changes with her mood and her latest comparison. One day you are too rigid. The next day you are too distant. Then you are not ambitious enough. The target moves because the goal was never improvement. The goal was control.
 
If there is no clear definition of what change means, then no change is owed. A demand without specifics is not guidance, it is control. A man does not alter his identity to chase an undefined standard. If clarity is not given, the answer is no. Not later, not after discussion, no.
 
When she asks you to change your tone, change your attitude, or tells you to evolve, the correct response is not anger and not appeasement. It is calm pressure. You call it out directly. You ask one question and you do not soften it. “What exactly do you want me to change into?” Be silent and wait. She will become vague. She will deflect. She will say “you’re missing the point” or “you should already know.” That is your cue to stay steady and repeat the question. If she cannot define the change, the conversation ends there. You do not negotiate with fog and you do not revisit undefined demands later.
 
You press for definition without emotion. “What part of me do you want changed?” “Who do you want me to be more like?” “What man are you comparing me to?” She will become defensive because ambiguity protects her position. You do not rescue her from that discomfort. You stay on point and keep asking for clarity until it becomes obvious that there is no answer. Be stern. Not angry. Not upset. Calm and firm, like you are dealing with a ten year old child who is avoiding the truth. This is not a tactic you use once. It is the posture you keep.
 
A man does not exist to be endlessly adjusted. He is not a draft version waiting for approval. Growth is chosen, not demanded. Change that strengthens a man comes from his values, his goals, and his judgment, not from pressure applied under the threat of lost approval. Any woman who asks for change without direction is not asking for evolution, she is asking for surrender. And surrender is the moment respect dies.

After 25 years of marriage, she divorced him and had saved enough money to buy a house all in cash. He had to pay alimony because she made less than him.
 
There is “Our Money” and there is “My Money”. She lived off her provider.
 
Don’t be a provider!
 
Providers are servants.
 
Be a king and get treated well.

Women worship gangsters, thugs, criminals, substance abusers, ex convicts, gamblers, sweet talkers, liars, cheaters, woman beaters, jerks, married men, con artists, lazy idiots, and abusers, then dress it up as empowerment.
 
Feminism sold them the lie that they are superior to men, and they cling to it like scripture. They pick men they can dominate so they can play queen of a crumbling castle, or they pick disasters and then fantasize about being rescued from the very mess they walked into. They are not victims, they are volunteers in their own destruction.
 
They call these men fixer uppers, as if he is a house in need of paint and repairs. The truth is he is a wreck by design, because they need a project to control, to mold into a slave who serves their ego. The manipulation never ends, the drama never stops, and the end result is always the same, a man gutted of his strength while she brags about saving him.
 
These women thrive on chaos because chaos makes them feel relevant. Stability is boring to them, peace is foreign to them, and genuine partnership is a threat to their control. They will complain about the very qualities that drew them to these men in the first place, because the dysfunction is not an accident, it is the drug. Without it they feel invisible.
 
The cycle is endless. She finds a man beneath her, shapes him into a weaker version of himself, and when there is nothing left to take she leaves. She will tell the next man about her terrible ex, omitting that she chose him, nurtured his worst traits, and stayed until the damage was complete. Then she repeats the process and calls it love.

Men are not intimidated by women like you. That is just a euphemism women use to manipulate others and themselves into feeling superior to men. Men do not care about your success. You judge men based on the power you think you have over them. You believe you are superior to the men you out earn. But men do not leave because of your income, they walk away because of how you treat them. Then you pat yourself on the back and say men are intimidated by you.

How to Detect Emotional Thinking
 
1. They constantly change the subject or introduce unrelated topics, especially when they disagree with you. This is a deflection tactic used to avoid staying on point.
 
2. Once triggered, they begin speaking rapidly. The faster they talk, the less they process.
 
3. They interrupt repeatedly during conversations, especially when a specific word or phrase hits a nerve.
 
4. They speak in an accusatory tone. In their mind, they hear a neutral or even benign statement, twist it into the most negative interpretation possible, then accuse you based on their own emotional translation.
 
5. They instinctively protect their provider or collective. Children and women both defend whoever provides for them. When a woman defends the government over her husband, it usually means she plans to replace her husband with the government.
 
a • • For example, when someone criticizes President Obama, emotional thinkers respond with, “You hate him because he’s black.”
 
b • • When a man shares what his ex-wife did to him, they say, “You hate all women.” These are clear examples of point 4 and point 5 in action.
 
6. They frequently begin sentences with “I feel.” Such as, “I feel that you are not telling the truth,” or “I feel that he is a jerk.” Feelings are not facts, but emotional thinkers treat them as such.
 
7. They manipulate facts or statistics to justify their behavior. They cherry-pick numbers to fit a narrative and ignore anything that contradicts their emotions.
 
These are the traits of children and women. A man must grow out of emotional thinking and become logical. Boys raised by single mothers often fail to make that transformation. Instead of developing reason, they inherit emotion. They do not become men, they remain boys in adult bodies.

A subject must prove his worth to royalty. Maybe I am wrong, but I am not a servant. I will not invite a woman into my world on her terms, at her pace, and then pay and provide for all her needs, wants, and desires. Feminism declared that women are equal to men. If that is the case, then it is your turn to ask us out, entertain us properly, and prove yourselves worthy. If not, you get turned down, just like any unworthy suitor.
 
I have a question for you women. Do you want to walk beside a king or a servant? The choice is yours. A servant obeys. A king is treated with respect. It is that simple.
 
Men can take rejection. Most men have faced rejection tens of thousands of times, on the job, in sports, in business, in life. We accept that reality. We know if we ask and hear “no,” it means nothing. We move on. “No” is just a word. No real man wastes time with political correctness, because we know that words cannot harm us. It is women who fear rejection, and because of that fear, they have rarely gone after what they truly want. Men land the jobs they want because they attend hundreds of interviews undaunted. Do you really think a simple “no” will break us? Think what you want. We are built for reality, not comfort.
 
So what if we do not communicate the way you think we should? Tough. Once again, men are not your servants.
 
If you want to dance, then dance. Entertain us.
 
Looking for compliments? Fine. You look nice today. But you had better put effort into that look. Show up in your best outfit. If not, we do not connect. Maybe you need to rethink the jeans and the business suits. That butch, boxy look is not flattering. If men wanted to date someone in jeans, well, you can figure out the rest.
 
Men are not supposed to impress you or drop gifts at your feet. You want that? Hire a servant. Men are taking charge, but not in the way you define it. We are not taking charge by bending to your needs, wants, and emotional demands.
 
Let me ask you one final question, how many years do you think you are entitled to full royal pampering? Teenagers are dating. People in their twenties are dating. What are you waiting for?
 
You are not royalty. And we are not your servants.

I watch friends, neighbors, and relatives get divorced because their wives believe happiness comes from a provider. When these wives are unhappy, not because of anything the man did, but because they have achieved nothing of their own, they blame the man for not serving happiness on a silver platter. Their solution is divorce.
 
The man then spends a fortune on lawyers, only to watch judges play god with his children’s lives. Soon another man marries his ex-wife, moves in, and becomes the dominant figure in his children’s lives. And far too often, the divorced man repeats the cycle by marrying another homewrecker who left her own husband. Now he’s supporting children that aren’t his, while the real father watches helplessly as another man takes over his role.
 
I remember looking my stepfather in the eye one day and telling him, “You are not my father,” after my mother insisted he lay down the law on me. Coincidentally, his own kids said the same thing to their surrogate father when he tried it with them.
 
I swore I would never be a surrogate father and never allow my children to have one. The first part is in my control. The second is not, because it rests on the prerogative of a woman, and that prerogative is to change her mind. And of course, when you point that out, they all say the same line: “But not all women.”

Women hate men. They do not love men. They love a man’s wealth, his labor, his usefulness. They have disrespected, dismissed, and degraded men their entire lives. Then, after they have two or three kids from different men, three or four abortions, and a catalog of STDs, suddenly they want a man again, but only to fix things around the house. Why? Because they are too cheap to pay someone, and too stupid to do it themselves. Once the job is done, they throw you out. You were never wanted. You were just a temporary tool.
 
I have been single now for 23 years. My wife left me, cheated on me, stole from me, and lied to me. And every time I mention it, the female collective answers with the same tired lines:
 
1. You picked the wrong one
 
2. You let her steal from you
 
3. You hate women
 
And the all time favorite:
 
Not all women are like that.
 
To which I respond:
 
Not all bees sting. Not all alligators eat people. Not all bears attack. But I am not sticking my hand out to test the odds.
 
Women hate men. I have been pointing that out for 40 years, and every time I say it, they call me a woman hater.

A woman wants a man who is bigger, stronger, sharper, and faster than the rest. She wants the alpha, the Superman, the Samson, the strong man, she wants her fantasy, a man who can be all power, all confidence, all dominance, all the time. She wants what Delilah wanted from Samson, the man who can never be beaten, never be broken, and never show weakness. She is not looking for a partner, she is looking for a trophy, a man whose status reflects back on her so she can elevate herself in the eyes of other women. His value to her is not in who he is, but in how other women see her when she is with him.
 
She hunts where strong men gather. Basketball courts. Football fields. Bars near financial districts. She is looking for the man who owns the arena, not the man who blends into it. When she sees all the people admiring her target, she lets their admiration do her thinking for her. She does not analyze his worth herself, she borrows the crowd’s judgment and calls it her own. If other women want him, she wants him more, because being with him is proof she outranks them. Social proof becomes her compass because she cannot analyze effectively for herself.
 
She falls for the alpha image, the man every other woman wants. She loves the way he commands a room, the way men respect him, the way women gravitate toward him. But once she moves in, she sees what she never saw before, that the strength she admires requires rest, that even the strongest man takes off his armor at home. She sees the scars, the exhaustion, the human side he does not show in public, and with it she sees every flaw he has kept from the world. She never grew up with her father in the house, so she never learned that a man can be both strong and imperfect. She never saw the weaknesses of her father, so seeing them in a man unsettles her. The fantasy she built in her mind begins to collapse, and instead of facing the fact that she sold herself a lie, she blames him for “tricking” her into settling for less than the dream. She convinces herself he deceived her, that he hid this side until it was too late. In truth, she deceived herself. She hunted perfection, found humanity, and called it fraud.
 
And because she has been trained to respect only what looks flawless, she measures him against a false standard. All the people she admires, her bosses, teachers, professors, doctors, lawyers, talk show hosts, therapists, never show weakness. They hide it behind polish and control. That is the image she respects. So when her man shows humanity, she recoils. What should make her feel closer now feels like proof she made a mistake. The same truth that should bind them becomes the wedge that drives them apart.
 
Once she finds a flaw, she cannot let it go. She magnifies it until it consumes everything. His loyalty, his protection, his sacrifice, none of it matters. The flaw becomes who he is. That is when the hunt for another man begins. And as she hunts, she does not realize she is the one grinding him down. Every moment of nagging, disrespect, withdrawal, and sabotage chips away at the very strength she claims he has lost.
 
If she cannot cheat, she will sabotage. She will “accidentally” destroy what he values. She will pick fights to drain him. She will disagree just to provoke. She will humiliate him in public. She will side with his enemies in private. Like Delilah cutting Samson’s hair while he slept, she will wait for his guard to drop, strike at his strength, and leave him weaker. Every vulnerability he ever confided in trust becomes ammunition, stored away to be used in the next argument, the next public humiliation, or the next courtroom battle. If she cannot betray his body, she will break his spirit.
 
Then she demotes him. No longer the alpha. Now a placeholder. A living credit card. A temporary supplier until she “accidentally” meets the man she really wants. Her loyalty is not to him. It is to her own survival until a better offer appears. She has no loyalty to the build, no patience for the grind. A man will stand in the mud for years building a life brick by brick, but she only wants to stand on the finished stage, never in the dirt where the foundation is laid.
 
She does not think, “This is the man who shields me from the world.” She thinks, “This is not the man I thought I had.” Once that seed is planted, she treats his humanity as proof she settled for less. Like Delilah, she targets the source of his strength. Once she sees it can be pierced, she loses all respect.
 
Example: The businessman who crushes rivals, signs million dollar contracts without flinching, and silences a room. At home, he is in sweatpants making pancakes for his kids. To a loyal woman, that is strength with warmth. To her, it is weakness. “He has gone soft,” she thinks, while flirting with the guy at the gym who drives a leased sports car.
 
Example: The soldier who has faced death, pulled brothers from fire, and walked through hell breathing. At home, he limps from old wounds or wakes from nightmares. A loyal woman would guard him the way he guarded her freedom. She mocks him instead, talks to her “work friend” with no scars, and lets her eyes wander.
 
She does not want a man. She wants the illusion of one who never bleeds, never tires, never falters. The moment she sees his scars, she rewrites the story. Now she is the victim who “deserves more.” Her loyalty dies.
 
Betrayal begins the moment she stops respecting him for being human. Once respect is gone, her body and her loyalty follow her mind out the door. And just like Delilah calling for the Philistines to seize Samson, the modern woman summons her own army. She does not bring warriors with swords. She brings police with handcuffs, judges with pens, and lawyers with bills, all ready to take his freedom, his home, and his resources. The man she once claimed to love becomes the enemy she is determined to destroy.
 
And here is the hypocrisy. She demands unconditional acceptance for her flaws, moods, and failures, yet refuses to give him even basic grace. She expects him to love her despite her imperfections while using his as her excuse to leave. She wants a man to carry the full weight of being both her protector and her fantasy, but she will never carry the weight of reality.

Anna: Remember that the next time you try to minimize or belittle a woman.
 
TheXYGhost: Women belittle themselves. Nobody needs to belittle women. They have invented nothing throughout time. They have built nothing throughout all of history. They have done nothing to improve mankind. If you hate men so much, get your car fixed by a female mechanic, get your plumbing repaired by a female plumber, get your roof repaired by a female roofer. Get a job as a sewer worker. Join the military and get your legs blown off for your fellow countrymen. Get a job as a trucker. Become a sanitation worker, you nasty, stinking, smelly, angry, ugly, fat, old, feminist witch, that wants a man so bad you cannot even taste it.
 
You bitch, cunt, slut, skank, vixen, trollop, harlot, wench, tramp, whore, hag, floozy, Jezebel, hussy, vamp, hoe, shrew, bimbo, she devil, hooker, heifer, dame, broad, tart, sleaze, femme fatale, streetwalker, strumpet, skirt, concubine, witch, succubus, squeeze, diva, thot, feminoid, shetard, sow.

Women, just like children, need constant and never-ending attention when, where, and how they want it. When a child does not get what they want, a tantrum follows, and the fully grown woman will throw her tantrum too. You can discipline a child with harsh words and punishment. The adult female, however, is immune to those tactics and well above the law when it comes to putting hands on her. She knows you will not hit her and she is proud of that. She will never learn right from wrong when she can manipulate and command a group of nearby servant males to come to her aid any time she wants, whether she is right or wrong. Police, judges, and bystanders will rush to her defense. She feels vindicated because their reaction is proof, in her mind, that she is right.
 
A child needs toys and does not care where the money comes from, as long as they get the toy they will discard in a few days. The woman wants more expensive toys and will never work to get them. Her provider must supply them.
 
The wedding day gives her all the attention she has always wanted, served to her on the silver platter she dreamed of. She becomes the center of attention. All eyes are on her. Once you marry her, she expects you alone to replace the many who once showered her with admiration.
 
But you cannot stop there. If you fail to give her all she desires, she has another attention grab ready.
 
Divorce gives her everything she missed out on during the wedding and far more. She gets to be seen as the victim of a very bad man. She knows he is bad because she fixates on every imperfection in him, while ignoring the flaws in herself. She gains police, judges, and lawyers to help her defeat the bad man. She gets to temporarily feel powerful and in control by rallying others to serve her in destroying him. She uses the children as bait to force him to come back and beg, when in truth, he only wants to see his kids. She has manipulated others for so long that she convinces herself he still wants her. She gets weekly payments for having been married to him and for supposedly supporting his kids. In reality, the money goes straight to her. His children are little more than an afterthought in her mind.

Women could be as good as men, or even better, if they did not resort to finding a host they can call a provider and latching on like a parasite. They feed off this host while driving away any other potential feeders. When the man is drained of all his strength and emotion, she walks away, blaming him and faulting him for allowing her to do such damage. She deems him weak as she leaves, but not before securing another host to leech off like a tick.
 
Once she is gone, vultures come for the scraps. They act as if they care and pretend to nurture, but their eyes are already searching for what is left of your carcass to devour. When they are finished with you, you are poor, destitute, and struggling to breathe, trying to understand what happened.

One day after work, I met up with a friend, his girlfriend, and a few co-workers at a lounge. His girlfriend decided to “educate” the men on the thought process of women.
 
She started by saying, “You men do not understand us women. You guys need to know that when a woman says ‘No,’ it can mean ‘No,’ but it can also mean ‘Try harder.’”
 
The men were puzzled by this and began asking her questions. They were eager to learn more, but they also knew who I was, so they kept an eye on me, expecting I would eventually speak up.
 
I stayed quiet until the questions stopped. Then I reached into my pocket, pulled out five $100 bills, and handed them to her.
 
She looked at the others, unsure of how to respond. Then she asked, “What is that for?”
 
“It’s for you. Take it,” I said.
 
She reached out sheepishly to take the money, and just before she touched it, I pulled it back.
 
“Why didn’t you tell me ‘No,’ even if you meant ‘No’ or ‘Try harder’?” I asked.
 
She hesitated and then said, “Well, there is no need for me to tell you ‘No’ or ‘Try harder.’ That money has value.”
 
“Exactly right,” I said.
 
I explained that if I ask a woman on a date and she says “No” and means “No,” I will respect her wishes. But if she says “No” meaning “Try harder,” that means she has no respect for me and sees no value in my offer. I asked the group if they would ever tell someone offering them a gift to “Try harder.” Everyone shook their heads.
 
This is a key example of dysfunctional female pseudo-logic.
 
Another time, I was in Miami at a nightclub with some friends. One of the younger guys with us was an incredible dancer. He asked a woman to dance, and she turned him down. Frustrated, he came to me and said he wanted to dance but got rejected. I looked over at the bar and saw six women lined up nursing drinks and watching the dance floor.
 
I told him to ask them one by one.
 
“What if they turn me down?” he asked.
 
“If one turns you down, ask the next. Keep going until one says yes,” I replied.
 
By the third woman, he had a dance partner. That third woman understood he would not ask twice, and she might miss out if she refused. They danced together brilliantly, and soon the women who had rejected him looked annoyed and jealous as people complimented the pair.
 
Later, the first woman he had asked came to me and said, “Your friend is stupid.”
 
“I know,” I answered.
 
She clearly wanted me to ask why so she could explain, but I didn’t. Annoyed, she blurted out, “He only asked me once. I would have danced with him if he asked again.”
 
I told her I would let him know when he returned.
 
This is exactly the same “No means try harder” game. She had put a barrier in front of him to see if he desired her enough to break through it.
 
Women will put roadblocks in front of themselves to see if a man will push past them. She will say “No” when she really means “Try harder.” Not all “No” responses mean that, but some do, entirely at her discretion, which makes the situation precarious.
 
Once you recognize this behavior, you have a choice. You can shut it down early, or you can walk away. Either way, knowing what you are dealing with is critical, because not knowing can be costly.
 
As a teen, you might have had a girl suddenly stop a make-out session or interrupt intimacy with, “Where is this relationship going?” No matter how you answer, she becomes more frustrated, because her own roadblock prevented you from pursuing her. She asks for what she does not want and gets upset when you comply.
 
I once had a girlfriend who, from the moment I arrived at her place, was glued to the phone. She stayed on it through dinner and even after I went to bed. Only when I was asleep did she make her move. From her perspective, she was angry that her own deliberate block, endless phone conversations, had actually kept me away from her.
 
When you ask for a woman’s number or name (which is the wrong approach), her immediate reaction is often “Why?” That question itself is the block. It’s a rule she wants you to break.
 
A better move is to hand her your phone, already in dial mode, and tell her to put her number in. Asking might be seen as begging, but giving a direct order is sometimes perceived as confidence. She may still say “No” or ask “Why,” but if you persist without anger or frustration, she might give in. Keep in mind she may still mean “No,” and if so, you should be ready to walk away.
 
You have probably heard the phrase, “I want a man who knows what he wants.” What she really means is, “I want a man who knows what he wants from me no matter how much I try to stop him.” To her, a man who pushes through her barriers is “putting her in her place.”
 
In all these examples, a woman is using manipulation to get you to perform to her expectations. She uses lies or obstacles to test your desire for her, then rewards you if your reaction meets her approval.
 
So, if you have plans with a woman and she suddenly gives you a hard time at the last minute, that is a block. Your move is to stay focused, be firm about the plan, and ignore her complaints without showing frustration. Do not nurture or encourage this behavior, because it will escalate.
 
There is far more on this in Part 3, where I explain why women leave men, why they like criminals, and why they take children away from fathers while claiming those fathers never loved their kids.

43% of boys are raised by single moms.
 
78% of teachers are female.
 
50% of boys have 100%female influence and 80% female influence at school.
 
Toxic Masculinity is not the problem.
 
The lack of masculinity is.