Do you REALLY want women to be into men?
Picture this: You’re at home one day on a lazy Sunday morning. As you’re sipping your black coffee, your wife, who’s morbidly obese because she doesn’t take care of herself, waddles up to you, body jiggling like an elephant seal. She starts nagging you with her whiny, shrill voice, saying you can’t do this or that right, blah blah blah. You know it doesn’t matter how much you do, she’ll always find something to complain about. Every day you have to deal with her moods, her hormones, do whatever she says whenever she says it. You don’t have a moments peace to yourself anymore. Sex isn’t better either. She forbids you from watching porn or even masturbating because it “objectifies women”, so she’s your only outlet. She demands 45 minutes of foreplay every time, meaning she lies there motionless as you lick up her vagina, which is infested with bacteria and smells like decaying roadkill. Then afterwards, she stops being in the mood. Your social life is entirely centered around her now, even though she’s the most uninteresting person you ever met. She plays Taylor Swift on the radio 24/7 and you’re forced to listen along, because happy wife, happy life, right? Half of your hard-earned money goes to her, which she splurges on purses and shopping while you pay all the bills, because she gets the ick from men who don’t provide.
All that doesn’t sound too good, does it? Well, that’s the reality of women being into men. The idea that you’d be having hookups and sex parties with hot models if only women were into men is nothing but a fantasy. Those women don’t exist.
Now tell me, do you really want women to be into men? Because trust me, you’re not missing out on much. Ask any straight man who’s ever been married. If anything, you should be grateful for wanim. I wouldn’t want to live that life in a million years.