My friend and I were phone psychics, and we had a lot of fun swapping stories about our callers. Sometimes his clients would call me, and sometimes mine would call him. One day he stumbled on something big. He told a woman who wanted to leave her husband that her husband had forced her to marry him. She broke down crying and admitted she had never told anyone that before, claiming she was too ashamed.
He started using that line in his readings, and before long he discovered that almost every woman would agree. It was so insane that I started using it too. I told women their husband forced them into marriage, and many cried as they agreed, calling back even more often.
Whenever I told women not to leave their husbands, they hung up. They did not want a psychic, they wanted someone to hand them a story that made them innocent and made them the victim, every single time.
fter six months, I had a thirty minute monologue locked in for any new caller, delivered before they even asked a question. The website feedback was always the same:
“This man is very in tuned with me. He told me things I never told a soul. Right off the bat his readings were accurate and he never even asked me my date of birth. Highly recommend.”
Women are in a constant, cutthroat competition for attention and status over other women. Attention is her oxygen, she can barely survive without it. With makeup, piercings, wigs, fake eyelashes, fake nails, facelifts, rhinoplasty, Botox, injections, breast implants, tummy tucks, liposuction, tattoos, and Brazilian butt lifts, she tries to outshine every other woman in the room. Some go so far that they cross the line into looking gaudy and grotesque, because to her, all attention counts. There is no such thing as bad attention. Whether it comes from men or women, she does not care, as long as someone is paying her.
Ask any man if he would want his wife or daughter to go through these procedures and most will say, “No.” But women do not do it for men.
Women instantly hate women who outshine them, yet they also look down on women they outshine. In her world, there is no balance, no mutual respect, only a hierarchy built on who is getting the most eyes on them at any given moment.
They say I do not know women. They say I am jaded because of one divorce. They could not be more wrong.
I have had more girlfriends than I care to admit. I never cheated on any of them, yet I was accused multiple times. I never hit a woman I was with. The few I have hit were strangers and it was self-defense.
By the time I was sixteen, I had three affairs with my high school teachers. At the time, I thought it was pathetic because no girl my age wanted me and I was stuck with women in their late twenties, which to a sixteen year old was ancient.
Three women claimed I got them pregnant. One was cleared with an old school paternity test in the 1980s. One was cleared by racial reality, I am not Black and neither was she, yet the child was. One was cleared with DNA.
Rumors spread that one girlfriend had an abortion and said it was mine. Another told me outright she aborted my child. One woman even put my name on a birth certificate when I had never touched her or even known her last name. The family court case died after they found she had petitioned the Board of Health multiple times to change the father’s name to different men.
Four girlfriends had single mothers who openly hit on me. When I refused, each one told their daughter I hit on them. Four to six of my friends’ girlfriends made advances on me. I turned them down and lost the friends. One girlfriend’s aunt hit on me, I said no, and that was that.
Two of my exes were secretly married. I found out later. I dated two single mothers. Both were disasters. Four exes told me they had affairs with their stepfathers. That is why I say never date a single mother with a daughter.
Three women accused me of rape, never formally, including my ex wife who claimed, two weeks before serving me divorce papers, that our first time together before marriage was rape. If you believe that, then you believe I raped her and then she married me.
I dated a famous 1970s singer when I was twenty two and she was thirty eight. I was involved with a rock star when she was in high school and I was in college. I dated an actress whose parents were both famous. I was with a woman who was the unspoken love child of a New York Attorney General who later became mayor and ran for president in 2008. I dated a Victoria’s Secret model. I dated a woman worth $40 million who dumped me because I could not keep up with her vacation schedule.
Between 2011 and 2014, fourteen women asked me to marry them. Ten admitted they wanted green cards. Three did not admit it. The last one was crazy. I was fifty three at the time.
In the 1980s I worked for a famous New York club promoter at Studio 54, Tracks, Xenon, The Red Parrot, The Underground, The Palladium, and others. I had a public access TV show filmed in these clubs. I had my pick of women. Two girlfriends were great but returned to Germany. Maybe they were the ones who got away.
My mother was a single mom by 1967. She and my sister tried to dominate me at every turn. I met my father at fourteen and grew to like him when I reunited with him at forty eight. My sister had three kids from three men and destroyed every man in her path.
I ran my own escort service while working an office job, with three girls going out one or two nights a week, five to six days a week. I worked as a phone psychic for two and a half years, taking twenty to thirty calls a day, seven days a week. Ninety five percent of the callers were women asking if one man loved them while they planned to leave another.
This is not jaded from one woman. This is decades of firsthand knowledge of who women are when the mask comes off.
From the beginning of time, men have balanced careers with the duty of providing for and protecting their families. In prehistoric days, men rose before the sun to feed livestock, guard their homes, and ensure the survival of everyone under their care. This role was never optional. It was expected, and for generations men fulfilled it without fail.
Even in modern times before feminism, men provided and protected while going to school, working multiple jobs, and building their futures. They didn’t complain, they didn’t demand sympathy, and they didn’t put family on hold for personal ambitions. They handled it all because that’s what was required.
But in the last 50 years, the modern woman boasts that she is superior to the men of the past while avoiding every dangerous job those men still do. She loudly proclaims she needs no man, yet freezes her eggs well into her 40s because she put her family on hold chasing a career. She claims she can multitask better than men, yet proves otherwise when her personal timeline collapses and biology refuses to cooperate.
If women were truly capable of building and maintaining a family while pursuing a career, they wouldn’t be paying doctors to preserve the possibility of motherhood for a future that may never come. The truth is simple, men have always been able to carry both burdens, while women prove time and again they cannot.
A woman wants to catch the biggest and tastiest fish without owning a pole, line, hook, reel, or lure. She will not step near a lake, pond, creek, or river. She expects the fish to find her, pursue her, and convince her to take him, all while she hides away in a mountain cabin waiting for her meal to leap into her frying pan.
Just like Sleeping Beauty, she hides in the woods expecting someone to come to her. A woman initiates nothing but breakups and divorces, yet still believes the best will somehow arrive at her doorstep without effort, risk, or pursuit on her part.
Women are so desperate to find a larger than life man, they will believe any liar that tells them exactly what they want to hear.
“I love you more than anything on this earth,” that is a lie. Nobody loves one thing so much that everything else becomes meaningless.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” another lie. Beauty is everywhere, and no man has only seen one woman in his life.
“You are the world to me,” if she leaves, will he stop breathing? Will his heart stop beating? That is not love, that is obsession, and obsession is weakness.
“I love you more than the sun, moon, sky and stars,” no man sits around loving the sun and the stars. He admires them, but life goes on whether they shine or not. Love is not poetic worship. Love is choice, not fantasy.
I was working on securing a contract with a new company that had shown interest in my services. After some initial back-and-forth, they suddenly stopped responding.
Weeks later, their secretary texted me, and we arranged to meet at a local TGI Fridays near their office. We sat down, ordered drinks, and she hinted that she could be influential in getting my contract approved, but she wanted a monetary incentive. I agreed. She then asked if she could order a cheap appetizer. I said yes. When it arrived, she smiled and said how easy she was to please, calling the dish a true delight.
I paid the bill, and she promised to contact me soon.
A week later, she sent me a link to a restaurant’s website. This place was on a sprawling estate with horse-drawn carriages, a marble staircase to the dining area, a grand piano, wandering violinists, and an over-the-top five-course menu with absurdly expensive wines.
I asked why she sent it. She said it was her favorite restaurant. I commented, “You must go there often to like it so much.” She replied, “You’re not catching my hint. Do I need to spell it out for you? I want you to take me here if you want my boss to accept your bid. You need to make me like you for this to happen.”
That’s when it became clear she had no real influence at all. She just wanted someone to drop piles of money on her. I texted back, “I don’t know how to make anyone like me. If I could, I’d make a hot model like me, not someone like you.”
She never contacted me again, and I never wondered why.
I was raised by a single mom that lived in the government projects. She went to all the Women’s Liberation (Women’s Lib) and Feminist Movement meetings with her kids, me and my sister, in tow.
My older sister would constantly provoke and torment me for her own amusement. If I complained to my mom when she got home from work, she would tell me not to bother her. But if I hit my sister back, I got beaten, badly.
By the time I was 14, in 1978, I wasn’t taking that shit anymore. One day she played with me the wrong way one too many times and I knocked her out cold with one punch. She had a fat lip and ran to all the project rats to show it off, calling me an abusive brother.
From that day on, I was a target. Local thugs started chasing me any time they saw me.
I never resorted to violence. That’s not my nature. It takes a hell of a lot to push me that far. The only time I will attack anyone is if they physically attack me first.
Curse me, stare at me, run your mouth all you want, the minute you lay a finger on me, I will be one of the people getting arrested after I’m done with you.
Every sport in history proves without a shadow of a doubt that men can and will work as a team. They train together. They sacrifice together. They fight for a common goal without letting ego destroy the mission.
If that’s not enough proof for you. Look at the longest lasting bands in history.
The Rolling Stones: 1962 to Present
The Moody Blues: 1966 to Present
ZZ Top: 1969 to Present
Rush: 1968 to Present
Golden Earring: 1961 to Present
The Eagles: 1971 to Present
Aerosmith: 1971 to Present
U2: 1976 to Present
Queen
The Who
Countless all-male bands that stood the test of time.
Now look at the female bands.
Bananarama
The Spice Girls
The Go-Go’s
TLC
The Bangles
Destiny’s Child
All filled with drama. All squabbling. All breaking up.
But despite all this. Cops, Judges and Social Justice Warriors. Still cling to the delusion that men are the problem. That men can’t cooperate. That men are inherently toxic.
The evidence is right in front of them. But they choose to ignore it. Because blaming men is easier than facing the truth.
I asked a girl what the song meant, and she told me that beautiful women are trouble and they tend to cheat. I then asked her if she was a cheater or if she ugly. She was in shock as she froze and had no clue how to answer.
If You Want to be Happy For the Rest of Your Life
There is this song, by the 1950’s R & B group The Coasters, called “Get An Ugly Girl to Marry You”.
(Partial Lyrics below)
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
A pretty woman makes her husband look small
And very often causes his downfall
As soon as he married her and then she starts
To do the things that will break his heart
But if you make an ugly woman your wife
Ah you’ll be happy for the rest of your life
An ugly woman cooks meals on time
She’ll always give you peace of mind
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
Don’t let your friends say you have no taste
Go ahead and marry anyway
Though her face is ugly, her eyes don’t match
Take it from me, she’s a better catch
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
Say man! Hey baby!
I saw your wife the other day!
Yeah? Yeah, an’ she’s ugly!
Yeah, she’s ugly, but she sure can cook, baby!
Yeah, alright!
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
TheXYGhost: Do you think the size of the gift determines how much someone loves you?
Girl: Yes, it does!
TheXYGhost: Good. I’m going to Hawaii for three weeks, and I’m taking the girl who loves me the most. You’ve got a head start because I’m telling you first.
Girl: That’s not fair!
TheXYGhost: Life isn’t fair. Show your love. You’ve got until the end of the month.
Of all the girls I have met and keep on meeting, I keep hearing the same stories about their last boyfriend or husband..
1. He was abusive.
• • a. This is a scam. Did she really mean she was loving, caring, giving and sharing, and all he did was punch her in the face? I can walk on any street in America today and take a poll of 10,000 men, including you and me, and they would all say they would never hit a female. These females want me to believe they found that one man in 10,000 that would hit a female. I will not believe it..
2. He did not give me enough attention. – Dnger Will Robinson, my sensors indicate extreme human manipulation. Every time I hear this excuse, I think to myself the following,.
• • a. How much attention did he promise you?.
• • b. Did he give you a lot of attention, but that was not enough?.
• • c. Did he give you all the attention any human can give, but that was not enough?.
• • d. How much attention did he promise you when you first met?.
• • e. How much attention is enough?.
• • f. How much attention have you received since you two split?.
• • g. Was breaking up your family your solution to your attention needs?.
3. He did not love me.
• • a. When I hear this, I cannot help but ask, “You must have loved him a whole lot for you to leave him” or “How do you measure someone’s love for you” or “Do you measure your pet’s love for you”.
4. He cheated on me.
• • a. An oldie but goodie. I have seen this a million times. Females do not mind cheaters if the man is cheating on his wife for her. They never mind being the target of a cheating man. But that is the man they partnered with, and now they are surprised that he cheated yet again..
5. He was a gambler, alcoholic or a substance abuser.
• • a. Gamblers and substance abusers rarely just pop up out of nowhere. There are indications and warning signs all around that the female chooses to ignore.
Sixty years of feminism and the women’s liberation movement, and she still defines herself by a man’s wealth and status. She never takes the time to build her own life and fortune. She never offers to share what is hers with the man she claims to love.
She demands independence while depending on his success. She preaches equality while expecting him to carry the financial burden. She talks about building an empire but never plans to fund it herself.
The truth is, her ambition is not to create her own. It is to secure access to his. That has never changed.
A number of years ago I was sitting at a bar in Caffe Roma in Beverly Hills, California (http://www.cafferomabeverlyhills.com/) waiting for my friends to arrive. They were late, again. After a while of sitting there nursing my drink, a well-dressed man with long blonde hair stood next to me. As it turned out, this gentleman was Fabio, Fabio Lanzoni (http://tinyurl.com/zvbsj5b). You know, the Italian model who graced the covers of countless Harlequin Romance Novels (http://tinyurl.com/j3gq8jw) and starred in the famous I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter ads (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xszIaNpYILY). Yes, that Fabio, the icon of female desire.
We began talking. It was surreal. After a while, I asked him if he was married. A very serious look came over his face, and with a tone I will never forget, he replied,
“Do I look stupid to you?”
Then he added, “Women are crazy.”
Here I was, sitting and talking with a man who could attract any woman he wanted purely by his looks and popularity, yet he kept women at arm’s length and nothing more.
As you can see from his Wikipedia page (http://tinyurl.com/zayz5hm), he has never been married. If a man like him won’t get married, why should you?
By the way, congratulations to Fabio on becoming a U.S. citizen as of March 16, 2016. Welcome to our country, we’re proud to have you.
• In high school, you dismissed your male classmates, chasing gang members, drug addicts, and drug dealers.
• In college, you continued to look down on your male peers, seeking out married men and other unreliable options.
• You placed men you did not like in the friend zone and rejected good men, claiming they were “too nice.”
• You married and divorced men not because of irreconcilable differences, but because you grew bored or magnified their flaws.
• You expected men to pursue you while you played hard to get, only to pressure them into commitment before ending the relationship yourself.
• You went out with men you did not even like, simply because they offered you dinner, a night out, or a vacation.
• You ended every relationship, whether boyfriend, engagement, or marriage, always finding a reason to walk away.
• You used the legal system, police, lawyers, and judges, to strip as much money as possible from the men you once promised to love “until death do us part.”
• You alienated your children from their father, the most important man in their lives.
Now, as your children grow older, you fantasize about Prince Charming rescuing you and funding the rest of your life, but you are left with only memories of men you never truly cared for.
You demand that every man invest in you from the very first date under the illusion of building a future, only to walk away once you have extracted what you wanted. Many men have invested in you, and you left them all. Now, you expect a man you have never met to provide you with luxuries for the rest of your life, while you offer no genuine interest in building a meaningful bond.
When a man judges your situation, multiple children from multiple fathers, you deflect with “Nobody’s perfect,” “Don’t judge me,” or “People make mistakes.” But did you not judge the men in your past for being less than perfect? Were you forgiving of their mistakes?
Do you truly want your daughters to follow in your footsteps, raising multiple children from multiple men?
Do you want your son’s children taken from him, forcing you to visit your grandchildren in another man’s home?
When a man says he can do better, he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work. He grinds through long nights, sacrifices comfort, learns new skills, takes risks, and eats failure for breakfast until he creates something worth respecting. He builds himself from the ground up because he knows no one is coming to save him.
When a woman says she can do better, she doesn’t roll up her sleeves, she rolls her eyes and looks for a man who has already built the life she wants to step into. She scans for success someone else has bled for, a lifestyle someone else earned, and positions herself to enjoy the rewards without enduring the process.
A man’s “better” comes from what he creates.
A woman’s “better” too often comes from who she can attach herself to after the work is already done.
Therapy is code for a dependency on others to think and analyze for her.
What most people do not understand is that women are dependent on others for almost everything they do. They consult psychics, therapists, astrologers, and their female friends, who often guide them to fail because they do not want their friends to rise above them in status.
The modern woman obeys and submits to astrologers, psychics, therapists, jealous girlfriends, lawyers, psychiatrists, and doctors who prescribe harmful mood-altering drugs. Yet she is combative toward the man who professes his love for her, using shaming tactics, insults, humiliation, guilt trips, nagging, and constant arguments.
In short, she obeys everyone who profits from her loss while spitting on the man who loves her.
To a woman, the definition of cheating is so damn broad it includes everything from a harmless conversation with a female coworker to a passing glance at another woman on the street. It doesn’t have to be real. It doesn’t have to be proven. All she needs is a feeling. If she can twist an innocent moment into a betrayal, it gives her the moral exit she’s looking for. She finds a reason to leave, and in her mind, her conscience is clean. Whether her accusations are fact or fiction, it doesn’t matter. The end goal is the same. If she calls it cheating, it becomes justification. And in a divorce court, that justification can translate into half of everything the man owns.
We all know, as a fact, that a modern woman will end any relationship or file for divorce the moment she senses or imagines a serious loss of income. In other words, she will leave you the moment you lose your job. That is how much love she really has in her heart for you.
If that were not enough, you would think she would feel safer if your work brought a significant increase in income. But no, that is dead wrong. When she sees your earnings rise, she immediately assumes you will abandon her for a woman who demands a higher price than she ever did.
To keep her grip on you, she will actively sabotage any opportunity you have to improve your financial future. She wants to trap you in stagnation because your success threatens her control.
That is the brutal truth about modern women and money.
If you were raised by a single mother who filled your head with stories about how badly your father treated her, it may be time to reevaluate. She may have been attracted to that man, whether he was a substance abuser, violent, a con artist, a liar, a cheat, or a criminal. Or she may have exaggerated, lied, or provoked him until he snapped.
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.
