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.
