Category: Stories

Salesgirl: Sir, do you want to try Legend by Mont Blanc today?
 
TheXYGhost: Does it drive the women crazy?
 
Salesgirl: It sure does.
 
TheXYGhost: I have too many crazy women around me. Do you have something that makes them sane?

From time to time, old girlfriends of mine would flip through my photo album. This was back when photos were printed on paper and kept in books, not stored on phones. Without fail, they would interrogate every single picture that included a female. It didn’t matter if I wasn’t even in the photo. The fact that another woman existed in the frame was enough to trigger suspicion.
 
Back in those days, photography was my hobby. I had hundreds of pictures. But I started noticing certain ones missing, always pictures of women. They didn’t ask. They didn’t admit. They simply took the photos, destroyed them, and then denied everything. One girlfriend stared at a photo of my first cousin, who had competed in a beauty pageant. She watched my face like a hawk as she asked who it was, fishing for a reaction, waiting to catch me in a lie. A few days later, those photos disappeared. Probably while I was asleep. That was the day I realized just how deranged a woman’s jealousy can be.
 
Their jealousy is pathological. They cannot stand the idea that another woman even exists in your past, in your present, or in your thoughts. Your life must be purged of all female presence in Her Majesty’s Holy domain. Pictures. Memories. Names. Erased.
 
And don’t think it ended with the old days. Today, it’s the same behavior in digital form. She’ll sneak glances while you type in your phone password. Or she’ll play the battery-dead trick and ask to use your phone, just so she can snoop through your photo gallery under the excuse of “needing it.” It’s not curiosity. It’s surveillance.
 
GOD forbid you work in an office with another woman. Even if she plays it cool on the outside, inside she’s seething. She’ll suggest you quit. She’ll question why that woman talks to you. She’ll stalk your social media. And if you refuse to change jobs or obey her unspoken rules, she’ll start planning her exit. But not before punishing you first. She’ll lash out. Maybe break something you care about. Maybe trash your stuff. But rest assured, you will pay for daring to be near another woman.
 
The hypocrisy is stunning. These same women who can’t handle a photo of your ex will shove their kids in your face, the living, breathing DNA of the man they slept with. They expect you to accept those kids without question, to raise them, to love them, and to deal with seeing their real father’s face in them. And when he shows up every other weekend for visitation, you’re expected to smile and play nice.
 
But if you ever speak to your ex? You’re a cheater. A traitor. An emotional abuser. She can text her baby daddy, but you can’t even keep a photo of someone you once knew.
 
That’s the twisted double standard men are expected to live under. You are not allowed a past. You are not allowed privacy. You are not allowed peace. You exist to serve, obey, and never question the queen’s jealousy.

She tells everyone that she left you because you were abusive.
 
Now you found a new one that tells you that her ex was abusive and her ex said that she is crazy.
 
Wash, Rinse, Repeat
 
Solution: MGTOW

When Kobe Bryant and his nine-year-old daughter died in a helicopter crash, he left his wife a $680 million estate.
 
Five years later, Kobe’s parents were struggling financially. His widow refused to help them.

In the mid-1990s, a psychiatrist friend of mine accused me of being a misogynist for pointing out how violent some women can be. He also claimed that I was the problem because I sought out women like the ones I had been involved with. Additionally, he said I surrounded myself with men who, like me, were attracted to problematic women.
 
He eventually ended our friendship and spread a host of lies about me to our mutual friends. He claimed that I beat my wife, advised him to buy stocks that went under, and even hit on his unattractive live-in partner, whom he refused to marry. Ironically, I later discovered that he had been hitting on my wife while I was married.
 
He also told people that I wrote a bad review of his book back when Amazon.com only sold books. Furthermore, he insisted I needed medication for my so-called neurotic ideas. That marked the end of our friendship.
 
Fuck You George Viddler
 
The Principles of Seduction: How to Get Another Person to Fall in Love With You by G. Clayton Viddler
 
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1. When a man hits a woman, he is a bad man and he needs to pay the price for his actions.
 
2. When a woman hits a man, there must have been a reason she hit him. He is a bad man.
 
3. When a man cheats on a woman, he is a bad man, a dog.
 
4. When a woman cheats on a man, it is his fault for not initiating sex when she wants, how she wants, and as often as she wants.
 
5. If a woman gives birth to a child and it’s not her boyfriend’s or husband’s, it’s the man’s fault because he didn’t keep tabs on her, he didn’t control her and he allowed it to happen. Also see #2
 
6. If a man divorces a woman and leaves his kids behind because she makes life difficult for him and the kids, he is the bad one, not only because he divorced her, it’s because he picked the wrong person. Needless to say, he needs to pay her for life and he is mandated to pay child support for her use towards her luxury.
 
7. If a woman divorces a man, he is the bad one and he has to pay her for life and he is mandated to pay child support for her use towards her luxury.
 
8. If a woman takes a man’s kids away from him, he must be the bad one. He has to pay. If he takes his kids away from her, he is a kidnapper and must be dealt with accordingly.
 
9. If a man opts out of a system that demonizes his every move, he is called a whiner, a crybaby and he needs therapy. Society tells him that he must jump back in that same system to be ‘happy’ once again as if it was his personal duty and obligation to be responsible for another grown human being’s every want, need and desire, when, where and how they desire.

Every man admires a Ferrari, but no man wants a Ferrari with 600,000 miles on the odometer no matter how shiny it looks.
 
I’m talking to you Mrs. I’m-50-years-old-but-I-look-30.

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

Women sold themselves short. They traded an apron, a loyal husband, and a strong family for independence, loneliness, and a career that never ends. They gave up the chance to build a legacy for the illusion of freedom, only to grow old regretting the family they could have had while chasing a job that killed their femininity.

Before you ask a girl on a date, ask her one question, would she go on a date with a man she does not like? If she says yes, do not ask her out. She is not dating for connection, she is dating for benefit. Walk away.

A girl I once dated when I was 16 years old found me on Facebook about 35 years later. We met up and had dinner. She told me about her two kids, the ones she had with an alcoholic, drug addicted thug she married back in high school. According to her, they were doing fine.
 
Then she asked if I was married. When I told her I was divorced and would never marry again, her face dropped. She was visibly disappointed. She tried to push the idea that I could “correct the errors” I made in my past marriage and make my next one better.
 
Of course. Because in her world, it’s always the man’s fault.
 
She picked the wrong guy. He wrecked her life. But somehow, it’s still on me to fix what she thinks is broken. That’s the script.
 
It’s always a man’s fault.

Men speak directly. Women speak in hints. Direct speech brings clarity and accountability. Hints bring confusion, ambiguity, deniability, and deception. Women use that to their benefit. A man says what he means and stands by it. A woman drops fragments, tones, unfinished thoughts, and makes others scramble to interpret. If you guess wrong, she is upset. If you guess right, she still has plausible deniability. Hints are not communication. Hints are control. Hints are deception.
 
Men use words to solve problems. Women use words to create them. A man says, “I need wood, I need nails, I will build.” A woman says, “I feel like no one supports me,” and waits for someone else to gather the wood, the nails, and the labor. Men use words to control situations. Women use words to control people. 
 
What men do with iron and stone, women do with emotions. A man bends steel into a blade. A woman bends guilt into obedience. A man stacks stone into a fortress. A woman stacks tears into a prison. And when real tears are not there, she manufactures them. Many women can cry on command, even generate tears at will. It is not emotion, it is performance. False pain disguised as truth. Weakness staged as power.
 
She manipulates emotions in others to gain control, then plays the victim when those same emotions consume her, accusing others of planting in her what she deliberately injects into them. Men own their emotions. Women stage theirs. She dumps her emotions on you and makes you responsible for what she refuses to take responsibility for. Her emotions are weapons, not realities.
 
She tells the world she is in trouble, hoping men will come running to her rescue. She provokes sympathy to draw protection. She provokes jealousy to keep men competing for her. She provokes anger to test devotion, twisting rage into proof of love. She provokes victimhood to escape accountability. She provokes guilt to blackmail and control. And through it all she leverages sex as her sharpest weapon, the blade that never dulls.
 
To her, love is not measured in loyalty, sacrifice, or consistency. It is measured in how violently a man reacts when she pushes him. If he rages, she tells herself he must love her because only deep emotion could drive that kind of fury. If he doesn’t react, she says he never cared. She engineers chaos and then points to the wreckage as evidence of devotion. What she calls proof of love is nothing more than manipulation designed to keep a man chained to her drama.
 
When women gather, their conversations revolve around how to get more out of men, how to squeeze more money, more effort, more attention, how to manipulate men into giving more than they intended. They revel in their tricks as if deception were sport. When men gather, they share ideas about how to build, how to fix, how to repair. Men exchange solutions. Women exchange manipulations.
 
She manipulates men into fighting for her. You saw it in schoolyards. You see it as an adult. She whispers, she hints, she provokes, and two men clash while she stands back and watches. If you are easily swayed, she loses respect. She never blames herself for the game, she blames you for believing her. She has lied so often that she even believes her own lies. But the more she deceives, the less she is trusted, until she isolates herself in her own web.
 
If she cannot control you, then you are no use to her. If she can control you, she despises you. The better she becomes at deception, the less she respects her targets. In time, her mastery of the game consumes her, leaving her bitter, empty, and alone.
 
Women are deceptive because deception has worked for them since they were little girls. As children they learned that crying got them what they wanted. Some perfected it into an art, performing weakness on command and bending adults at will with false suffering. Men learn to control their environment. Women learn to control people. Direct words can be proven or disproven. A well-timed display of emotion is unchallengeable, even when fabricated. She creates confusion and hides inside it. But every staged breakdown erodes her respect. What worked as a girl becomes poison as a woman.
 
Every hint is a trap. Every mood swing is a weapon. Every accusation is a lie turned back on you. She manufactures chaos, then claims to be the victim of it. And she is never too old to collapse into weakness when it suits her. If real emotion fails, she fabricates it. The tantrum never dies, it only matures into sharper manipulation. She ages, but the act ages with her. And in the end, the performance leaves her disrespected and alone, a prisoner of her own staged emotions.
 
Women thrive in deception because it gives them power without proof, control without effort, and victory without truth. They will never give it up. But deception always backfires. The woman who manipulates everyone eventually manipulates herself into ruin.
 
Men build truth with their hands. Women build illusions with their tongues. Men build legacies. Women who live by deception build their own destruction. 

Question : When is it legal for a full grown man to touch your underaged naked daughter in the bathtub?
 
Answer : When your wife divorces you and marries another man.

Women have the nerve to call men lazy for not approaching them, but what they refuse to face is the truth, men are not lazy, they are observant. Men assessed the climate and saw the hostility. They saw the disdain. They saw how much modern women resent men at their core. So they made the smartest move possible, they stopped playing the rigged game.
 
Men are not sitting around out of apathy. For years, they approached women with good intentions, with courage, with sincerity. And what did they get? Insulted, mocked, publicly humiliated. Branded as creeps for simply saying hello. Disrespected for not being tall enough, rich enough, confident enough, or just plain lucky enough to meet impossible standards built on delusion.
 
Then came the realization. Men finally saw the pattern. Women did not care about men as human beings. They did not care about character, effort, or values. What they wanted, what they still want, is a man’s money, his status, his resources. The mission was never love or partnership. It was exploitation. The relationship was never mutual. It was transactional, and one-sided.
 
So men stopped. After twenty years of being told “leave us alone,” they finally listened. Women screamed about independence. They paraded around chanting they do not need men, they do not want men, they are strong without them. Men got the message. They exited the dating marketplace. They went silent. They stepped away. And now? Now those same women are seething, calling men lazy for doing exactly what women demanded, staying away. They want men to return just to humiliate them again. Just to have another punching bag for their insecurities.
 
Women have devolved into something unrecognizable. The entitlement, the disrespect, the narcissism, it has reached such extremes that even lesbians are tapping out. That is not an exaggeration. Lesbians are going back to men, not because they love men, but because they are disgusted by the way women treat each other. Let that sink in. When even women cannot stand women, it is time to stop pretending this is just a few bad apples.
 
And while men are no strangers to denial, they have at least been forced to confront their faults. But women? The mirror is their enemy. Accountability is a foreign language. Growth is impossible when you believe you are always right. A woman cannot change what she refuses to acknowledge. And most would rather drown in delusion than admit they were ever wrong.
 
As I have always said, “We ALL learn and grow from our  mistakes, but a woman is never wrong.” We all make mistakes in life, those who face them evolve. And women, most of them would rather point fingers, shift blame, and play the victim forever than take one honest look inward. And that is why so many of them never grow.

I look at the girls of today that they can’t keep their legs closed and they blame you that its your fault that you didn’t give them enough attention while you were working.

I just left a conversation where the man was telling me how much his step-daughter looks like him.
 
I’m not sure how to take this.

When I was 16 years old, I had a heated argument with my mother. In an attempt to get away from her escalating rage, I brushed past her. That was all it took. She picked up the phone and called the cops, telling them I beat her. She lied, without hesitation. By the next day, thanks to my sister, every kid in the neighborhood believed I was a violent thug who assaulted his own mother.
 
Fast forward to the day my mother and my sister got into one of their infamous battles. They destroyed the living room. The television was smashed. Dishes shattered across the floor. They clawed and punched each other like enemies in a street brawl until they were both on the floor, yanking each other’s hair and bleeding from the face.
 
I walked into that war zone, stunned. My sister ran out the door like a coward. My mother, the same woman who lied to the police and destroyed my name, sat there in tears and said she felt sorry for my sister. Her excuse? “She’s confused.”
 
The same sister who beat her bloody got a sympathy pass. No cops were called. No rumors were spread. Not a single word was said to the neighborhood.
 
Because when a boy makes one wrong move, he’s branded for life. But when a girl causes chaos, she gets coddled, protected, and forgiven like it never happened.

“A woman can run faster and longer with her dress up than a man ever could with his pants down.”
 
Do not get caught with your pants down. The moment you are distracted, vulnerable, or thinking with anything other than your mind, you give her the advantage. That is when she strikes, when you are least ready to defend yourself.
 
Keep your focus. Keep your guard. Never let lust or flattery blind you to the reality of the situation. Because when she runs, she will run with everything she can take from you, and you will be left standing there, wondering how you let it happen.

(Written to me from CrownEyes)
 
We live in a time of social decay, degeneracy, greed, lack of love and cognitive dissonance. The games many people play to achieve their agendas can be relentless. The games played in relationships are almost never ending unlike the fairytales girls used to watch when they were young.
 
Men today are a shadow of their former selves while women’s shadows have grown into a greedy hungry monster waiting to devour its next victim. Regretfully, the modern woman is like a parasite waiting for a host to suck off everything they can until it dies or finds a better host in order to “upgrade” her financial and social status.
 
In the stage of the game, we’re all actors and characters. What happens when the environment of the stage has everything in place for women to “win” and men to “lose”? It’s almost like watching the mightiest of heroes lose at the end of the movie. As it is said, we are all a product of our environment. Because of the way the stage is set, women can play games to their advantage without consequence, unlike any other time in history.
 
With her many interactions, women play games with men in almost every move they make. It’s a constant battle of words, psychology and energy of who can dominate. She constantly plays power games with the man, looking for points of weakness and ways she can establish power over the man. She is looking to see what she can take from him with little to nothing in return. She is a parasite. When she is successful, in reality or in her own imagination, she becomes disinterested and leaves, but not before she finds another host. The more she plays, the better she gets, and the faster she gets detached.
 
A moral woman wouldn’t belittle, take advantage, rip off, cheat, beat down; disrespect anyone much less the man she supposedly is in love with. But because the system favors women, many women take advantage of all the details and little things most don’t pick up. This proves that most women are narcissistic, selfish and conceited human beings. They are without any concern with creating a family or a future. They are devoid of any future planning. They are without morals.
 
Greed, coupled with her ability to become detached from her feelings is all she needs, especially when a woman sees a man as her golden ticket. When her target man has money or even more than her previous host, her prize is marriage or engagement.
 
To be fair they have been brainwashed to be weaponized against men. As a result, men have been stripped of any power they have ever had. When employers give women jobs, they don’t realize they are making it worse for all other men by doing that. First you give a job to women, means a job a man didn’t get including the money and career it comes with. Second, you raise a woman’s status to the point where she doubles or even triples the standard of the status of the man she seeks as a mate. The higher a woman’s salary, the higher she perceives her own status, the higher her expectations of her potential mate’s status and salary. This cycle continues to the point she has unreasonable expectations as most women expect a man to always have a higher social status than her. She will always seek out a mate that is better off financially than her.
 
Women think they’re more beautiful than they actually are, the makeup and plastic surgery has infected their self-perception and inflated their egos way beyond repair. Even her parents helped along the way, most likely her father, telling her that she’s a princess and she’s beautiful which is nice but they’re lying to her. She is no princess.
 
The Marxist culture, using Hollywood, Disney and the music industry has blown women’s egos and self-perception out of proportion. Women today have massive egos, they are on power trips. Social media is the steroids that push this false delusional ego into the beyond the stratosphere. It’s parents’ fault for not raising feminine moral girls who hold a family together and be faithful wives. They raise career women as if they were men.
 
Now when men look for a wife, they’re finding a man inside a woman’s body not a feminine woman like they used to make them and I don’t mean that in the transgender sense but in how women behave in the modern age. They compete against their boyfriends and husbands and not assist and help them. They don’t want to serve but to be served. If you want a woman to behave as a woman you need to get off your knees and become a King right from the start. If she won’t have you as her King, then the King needs to kick her out of his Kingdom and win in the game of life.

A promotional segment, disguised as journalism, aired on a local morning news program. It opened with a fluff survey from a dating site claiming, “73% of single women say that chivalry is dead.”
 
Then the performance began. The host brought in two women to “debate” the issue.
 
On one side was Suzanne Venker, author of The Alpha Female’s Guide to Men and Marriage, a book that still holds on to the last threads of sanity. On the other was Dr. Wendy Osefo, a Nigerian born professor from Johns Hopkins, a Democratic strategist, and a single mother. Likely single because the man she chose either refused to tolerate her demands or was tossed aside for not measuring up to her delusional checklist.
 
The panel was given three scenarios to evaluate.
 
1. A man picked up a woman for a date. She stood there demanding he open the door for her. He told her it was unlocked. She refused to get in, so he drove off.
 
2. A 1954 telegram from a groom to his bride:
“Darling, I shall be waiting for you at eight with a lifetime of expectancy. My heart will be coming with you down the aisle. May GOD be with us tonight as we pray we will always be with Him. Thank you for becoming my wife. My love forever yours, Henry.”
 
3. A post on social media declaring:
“Chivalry is harmful for both men and women because it forces this idea that women need to be helped or saved by a stronger man and it takes away from a woman’s agency.”
 
Suzanne Venker gave a rational take. She pointed out that after four decades of feminists screaming that women don’t need men, men finally got the message. They listened. They backed off. And now women are whining because the same chivalry they destroyed is gone.
 
Enter Dr. Wendy Osefo, or as she prefers to be addressed, Her Royal Highness, PhD. With every academic title she could pile on from student loan funded degrees, she still couldn’t grasp basic humility. She smugly proclaimed that women have “evolved” and now men must “rise to the occasion to meet where we are.”
 
Translation: Rise to my ever inflating level of entitlement, a level based on nothing but a delusional self image and an overvaluation of my own worth.
 
Let’s talk about that telegram. That man wrote with sincerity, love, and lifelong devotion. He loved his wife because she earned it. She didn’t demand it. She didn’t shop around for a man with a bigger wallet or a newer car. She stayed. She gave. She built something real. Love was not demanded like a product off a shelf. It was developed, nurtured, earned.
 
Today’s modern woman is the opposite. She demands instant love, instant status, instant comfort, and instant commitment. If you don’t wine her, dine her, entertain her, and pay her way, she’s gone, onto the next man with a higher credit score. She will demand marriage, then threaten divorce the second the spending slows down. And when she leaves, she’ll take half of everything.
 
She saves her money for herself, or worse, for the loser she actually lusts after while using the decent man to bankroll her lifestyle. She exploits men’s instincts to provide, not because she values it, but because she thinks it’s owed to her by default.
 
I wonder if she’ll teach her sons the same twisted logic. Should they “rise” to the levels of their girlfriends? Should they be the providers, protectors, and emotional dumping grounds while being treated as disposable? Good luck with that.
 
And let’s not pretend chivalry is some grand sexist scheme. Holding a door is not gendered, it’s called basic decency. Men hold doors for other men too. It’s a sign of respect, a gesture of dignity. But don’t expect that from the modern woman. Many of them walk through doors like royalty, without so much as glancing behind them. They don’t see people, they see servants.
 
So yes, chivalry is dead, and it’s women who killed it.

I made a general statement about women to a woman I know and, like clockwork, she protected the female collective by saying, “That’s a generalization. Not all women are like that.”
 
I responded with, “You’re right. You got me. But, at least men like watching their favorite sports team.”
 
She agreed by saying, “Yeah, that’s true.”
 
I immediately jumped in with, “But not all men. Not all. Not all men watch sports.”
 
She corrected herself and said, “Yeah, you’re right.”
 
I continued with, “Men are good at fixing things, right?”
 
She agreed by saying, “Yeah.”
 
Again I snapped with, “But not all men. Not all. Not all.”
 
Now she started looking at me like I was crazy. She said, “OK.”
 
Then I asked her, “Do bees sting?”
 
Cautiously she said, “Yes.”
 
I came back with, “But not all bees. Not all of them. Not all bees sting.”
 
Her final statement made it clear to me I was talking to a woman. She said, “I don’t get the point you’re trying to make.”
 
I just laughed.

Her: Not all girls are the same!
 
TheXYGhost: Good. I’ll wait until some girl takes me out, buys me dinner, and sweeps me off my feet until she is ready to propose to me with a new car.
 
Her: That’s never gonna happen.
 
TheXYGhost: Why? Because there are no girls who will ever take the time, energy, and money to pamper a man?
 
Her: You got that right!
 
TheXYGhost: So, what you are telling me is that all girls are the same.

“What Have You Done for Me Lately”, Janet Jackson (1986)
 
“What Have You Done for Me Ever”, TheXYGhost (2025)

The female collective will constantly repeat this phrase whenever a man speaks about the terrible experience he had with a woman. Let’s explore this.
 
Women want a man in her life who is:
 
• Taller than her
• Stronger than her
• Smarter than her
• Faster than her
• Richer than her
• More degrees than her
• More experienced than her
 
And whenever you speak negatively about women in general, they all speak out in unison.
 
• “Not ALL women are like that!”
• “You hate women.”
• “Who hurt you?”
• “You just pick the wrong women.”
• “Where do you find these women?”
 
When you marry the above woman and have kids with her, she will divorce you and make your children fatherless because she imagines that she has surpassed your status. If she wins a lottery, her winnings will determine that your kids do not need you any longer.

Women want to be wanted. But want without resistance is meaningless to them. That’s why women play hard to get. It’s not a strategy for finding a better man. It’s a tactic for making a man desire them more.
 
In their minds, forbidden fruit is sweeter. If something is too easy to have, it loses value. So women create their own barriers. They withhold, delay, and complicate. Not because they want to be left alone, but because they want to be chased.
 
By making themselves forbidden, they control the narrative. They force a man to prove his worth. They make him invest emotionally, mentally, and materially. The harder she is to get, the more valuable she seems. It’s an illusion of scarcity, designed to inflate her importance.
 
But here’s the truth, the game is not about finding love. The game is about feeding her ego. She wants to be wanted so badly, she will manufacture reasons to be untouchable, just to feel the weight of a man’s pursuit.
 
The paradox is simple. A woman wants to be wanted, but not given to. She wants to be chased, but never caught. Because the moment she is caught, the illusion of being forbidden vanishes, and with it, the thrill of being desired.