They become whatever men require of them. That’s their entire game. That’s why they always ask the same question, “What kind of woman do you like?” It’s not because they care about compatibility. It’s because they want instructions. They want men to hand them a blueprint so they can perform like chameleons until the target is secured.
I’ve spoken to too many of them to fall for the act. They’re not unique. They’re not mysterious. They’re not complicated. They’re running the same software with different lipstick. They will say and do whatever it takes to get a man to open his wallet, his door, and his life. Once they get what they want, the mask comes off.
At their core, they’re looking for someone to put food in their mouths. That’s the mission. Everything else is theater. They will act submissive, loyal, nurturing, until they get the house, the ring, the car, the lifestyle. Then they switch up. Every time.
They hear “The grass is always greener on the other side” and treat it as a call to action. A roadmap. Not a warning. It tells them to keep looking, keep climbing, keep trading up. It tells them that loyalty is for fools and commitment is a burden.
They don’t want to be better women. They want to be whatever gets them paid. Until it stops working.
