Month: September 2025

For many women who grow up without a father in the home, the idea of the perfect man starts taking shape in their early teens. Movies, television, books, and traits they admire in people around them become the blueprint. The image is not based on one real man, but on a patchwork of qualities, charm, confidence, looks, status, humor, all stitched together into one idealized figure.
 
Over time, she fine tunes this fantasy. She adds traits, sharpens details, and upgrades the picture until her version of Prince Charming feels real in her mind. This man is no longer just a vague daydream, he becomes her destiny, the one who is supposed to find her.
 
But she does not go looking for him. She convinces herself that searching would ruin the “meant to be” moment. Instead, she waits. When men approach her, she rejects most of them, sometimes even men she finds attractive. She tells herself she is testing them. She wants to see persistence, as if enduring rejection is proof of worthiness.
 
This fantasy is built over years, shaped by flashes of influence, a smile from an actor, the ambition of a fictional hero, the voice of a singer. She collects what she likes, discards what she does not, and keeps refining the standard. Eventually, she starts judging real men against this impossible model and refuses to settle for anything less.
 
When she dates men who fall short of the fantasy, she treats them as placeholders. They are not “the one,” they are stopgaps, temporary providers of emotional comfort, financial help, or convenience. She calls it “survival mode,” but in truth, the fantasy is untouched and waiting in the background.
 
This mismatch poisons the relationship. She grows cold, critical, and emotionally withdrawn. She complains to friends but leaves her partner confused about why her affection has dried up. Beneath it is resentment, resentment toward him for not being her dream, resentment toward herself for compromising, and resentment toward the fact that he believes in the fake version of her she has been acting out.
 
Her affection becomes strategy, not love. She plays nice when it serves her, but it is calculated. When she meets men who treat her well, she mistrusts them, calling them “too nice.” This is projection, she assumes they are pretending because she has been pretending.
 
If someone appears who seems closer to the fantasy, she shifts. The act with her current man crumbles. She becomes distant and harsh. This is not a sudden change, it is the unmasking of how little she was invested from the start. Her energy and attention move toward the new possibility.
 
She expects total commitment from a man, but rarely gives the same. She waits until she feels secure that he is fully invested, then she relaxes her loyalty and begins scanning for upgrades. Her attachment is conditional, based on being chosen, not on choosing him in return.
 
When she says a man has “potential,” she does not mean career or intellect. She means potential to be molded into the man she has invented in her mind. She will influence, manipulate, and test to try and shape him into that role.
 
If the roles are reversed, and a man says she has potential, she takes offense. She hears it as proof that she is not already perfect. It rattles her self image.
 
The older she gets, the more the gap between reality and fantasy widens. By her forties or fifties, the fantasy has been so polished and refined that no real man can compete with it. At that point, she is chasing a ghost she created.
 
It is the same as a young man working entry level jobs while training for a career in law, each job is a stepping stone. Except in her case, the “career” is a man who may not even exist outside her imagination. And every real relationship in her life was nothing more than another stepping stone toward a man who only lives in her head.

• Stop competing with men on every level.
 
• Stop being combative.
 
• Stop constantly testing men.
 
• Stop faking ailments for attention.
 
• Stop speaking in hints.
 
• Stop creating drama.
 
• Stop acting immature.
 
• Stop playing the victim.
 
• Stop telling others private details about your life with your husband.
 
• Stop putting yourself in dangerous situations and expecting men to save you.
 
• Stop questioning our every move.
 
• Stop focusing on our flaws while ignoring your own.
 
• Stop using double standards.
 
• Stop expecting us to read your mind.
 
• Stop treating us like projects to fix.
 
• Stop withholding affection as a manipulation tactic.
 
• Stop comparing us to other men.
 
• Stop assuming the worst about our intentions.
 
• Stop making everything a power struggle.
 
• Stop belittling our interests and hobbies.
 
• Stop bringing up past arguments to win current ones.
 
• Stop expecting us to be perfect while accepting flaws in yourself.
 
• Stop dismissing our feelings just because we express them differently.

Women are emotional dependents by design. Their happiness rarely comes from within. They outsource their peace of mind to everything and everyone around them, the weather, horoscopes, boyfriends, girlfriends, social media likes, therapists, antidepressants, and whatever trend of the month tells them how to feel.
 
They do not cultivate happiness, they expect it to be delivered. They lean on a man to lift their mood, then resent him when he gets tired of being her emotional janitor. One minute it is “you do not make me feel special,” the next it is “you are not supportive.” She is a bottomless pit of need, disguised as sensitivity.
 
Her entire mood can flip because it is cloudy outside. She will blow up a relationship over a text she thinks was “too dry.” She expects love to be constant reassurance, validation, pampering, and therapy. And when no one meets that impossible demand, she calls it depression or claims the world is “toxic.”
 
The truth is, women have become emotional parasites, relying on others to feed a happiness they refuse to grow for themselves.

From the beginning of time, one truth has echoed through every ruined home, every fallen man, and every broken covenant, not even GOD could tell a woman what to do.
 
GOD gave Eve paradise. No pain, no death, no suffering, no burden. Just one rule, do not eat from that tree. One boundary in a world of limitless freedom. And she broke it. Not out of hunger, not under threat, but by choice. She invited the serpent, embraced it, and let it come between her and the man who loved her. The first crack in creation was not war or bloodshed, it was defiance born of pride. And it began with a woman who refused to obey.
 
Modern women walk the same path. The serpent no longer has scales. Today it comes disguised as a male friend, a jealous coworker, a biased therapist, or a self help book wrapped in pseudo empowerment. She does not resist it. She welcomes it. She invites anything that feeds her ego and undermines the man beside her. The serpent never left, it just rebranded, and women are still listening.
 
They run from truth because truth hurts. They prefer fantasy, where they are always right, always the victim, always justified. Confront them with reality, and they do not reflect, they retaliate. They reject accountability just like they reject GOD. They pray for performance, not purpose. Their prayers are scripted, shallow, and theatrical. It is not about repentance, it is about applause. Not about truth, it is about validation.
 
When a man dares to challenge their delusions, they do not listen. They launch attacks. They shame, mock, and belittle any man who speaks plainly. In their eyes, no man has the right to correct them. No man can tell them what they do not want to hear. They do not want growth, they want comfort, even if it means living a lie.
 
Take the 500 pound woman who insists she is stunning and “body positive” while her body collapses under the weight of denial. Call out the lie, and you are labeled hateful. Or the woman with four children by four different men who calls herself a queen. Tell her she is failing her children and violating every principle of structure and stability, and you will be branded a misogynist. In their world, correction is cruelty. Accountability is abuse.
 
Lot’s wife chose the same rebellion. GOD sent angels to pull her from a burning city. He gave her a simple command, do not look back. But she did. She defied Him even in the face of destruction. She had to have the last word, the last look, the final decision. And it cost her everything. She turned to salt, a permanent symbol of the danger in a woman who refuses to submit.
 
And it did not stop there.
 
Delilah hunted Samson. Not because she loved him, but because she wanted to conquer him. She questioned him, seduced him, wore him down until she uncovered his strength, then betrayed him. She summoned his enemies and stood back while they took everything from him. Modern women do the same. But they do not call Philistines, they call lawyers, judges, therapists, and child support offices. Not because the man deserved it, but because they could.
 
And just like Delilah deferred to the Philistines, modern female teachers defer to the principal the moment a student challenges them. They do not lead. They do not stand firm. They call for backup. But when a male teacher faces the same situation, he handles it. He commands the room. He figures it out. That is leadership. The female teacher is Delilah in the classroom, appearing strong, but utterly dependent when faced with real resistance.
 
Even Solomon, the wisest man in history, was not immune. Women turned his heart away from the GOD who gave him everything. But before his fall, he delivered a lesson that still burns today. Two women came to him, fighting over one child. Solomon proposed to cut the child in half. The true mother gave up her claim to save the child. The other agreed to the slaughter. She would rather see a child die than let another woman win. That is not just cold. That is evil.
 
This same spirit of rebellion lives on. Today, women are told that motherhood is bondage, masculinity is toxic, and family is oppression. They are told that aborting a child is empowerment, that raising a son as a daughter is progress. Some even choose to abort solely because the child is a boy. This is not about choice. It is hatred, raw, unchecked hatred for men, for masculinity, and for the very idea of manhood.
 
They dress their sons like girls, punish them for being rough, drug them for being strong, and hand them over to doctors with a scalpel and a handful of pills so the doctor can perform gender reassignment surgery because being a boy is toxic. All in the name of expression. But they never do this to their daughters. They do not raise girls to become boys. Because the issue is not with girls. The target is boys. The problem is masculinity. The enemy is men.
 
And though they hate men, they still demand to be provided for. But not by GOD. They want the government. They want their husband. And when they leave him, they want their sons to take his place. They demand everything but give nothing. They will not build. They will not submit. They will not sacrifice. They will not obey. They sit, they demand, and they refuse to lift a finger.
 
This hatred runs deep. It hides behind smiles, slogans, and scripts. But it starts early, often the moment the ultrasound shows a boy. There was a time when having a son brought pride. Now it brings sighs. Some call it a curse. Some mutilate their sons into dolls, then into patients, then into casualties of a rebellion that began in Eden.
 
Eve did not want peace. She wanted control. Lot’s wife did not want salvation. She wanted the last word. Delilah did not want love. She wanted power. The woman before Solomon did not want justice. She wanted destruction. And women today do not want truth. They want dominance disguised as equality.
 
You cannot lead someone who refuses to be led. You cannot guide someone who sees submission as slavery. You cannot love someone who sees your strength as a threat. If even GOD could not tell her what to do, what makes you think you can?
 
This rebellion never ended. It just changed shape.
 
And until men understand that, they will keep falling to the same spirit that destroyed Eden, Sodom, Samson, and Solomon.

Before you go on a single date, you must settle one thing in your mind, you are the prize, not her. There are more women than men in this world because men live harder lives. Men die at work, they die at play, they die at war.
 
With that reality in mind, know this, any dating app is a holding tank for the absolute bottom of the barrel. The women on these platforms are usually hiding something, overweight, married, much older than they claim, or carrying baggage that would scare off any man in person. Many of them are looking for a virtual relationship only, because showing up in real life would instantly expose the lie. The same deception happens with gay men pretending to be women, using female photos to lure single straight men into virtual affairs.
 
There is also an entire breed of women who are there purely for validation. They have no intention of meeting anyone in person. They simply want endless attention. They want to be told a thousand times a day that they are beautiful, gorgeous, princesses. Your time and energy are nothing more than free fuel for their ego.
 
If you are going to use these apps, here is how you protect yourself and set the tone.
 
1. Get a cheap phone or an app that provides a disposable phone number. Never give out your personal number. Women will run background checks on you before you even meet. If she turns out to be a scammer or a problem, you can drop the number instantly.
 
2. If you contact her first, or if she contacts you, send this message: “I liked your profile and I am a busy man, here is my number, call me. I do not want either of us to waste time. 212.555.6650. Time is money.” Then wait.
 
3. If she complains, do not reply, block her immediately. If she sends you her number instead, call her in twenty minutes. When she answers, tell her you expected her to call you.
 
4. Remember, if she is divorced, she broke her vows and her word. If she is a single mother, she already disrespected the structure of a family. Proceed knowing exactly what you are dealing with.
 
5. Set up the first date as coffee and cake somewhere you do not normally go.
 
If she agrees to meet, test her immediately by asking her to do something small for you. This could be as simple as wearing her hair a certain way, wearing a specific color or floral print, or bringing gum or aspirin. If she will not do even the smallest thing for you before the first date, you have dodged a major bullet.
 
If she makes it to a second or third date, require that she bring you something each time. It does not need to cost more than five dollars. This is not about the value of the item, it is about seeing whether she invests in you at all.
 
A woman who will not give you anything early on is a woman who will take everything later.