Last week, I was conversing with a female friend of mine at the bus stop.
The lineup was large, and few people were engaging in conversation. As a result, my voice was pretty loud, and most people just stood there in awkward silence listening to me.
Anyhow, here I am having a nice chat, when suddenly this Lebanese chick decides to barge in on my conversation.
She looks at me and says “You sound like you could be a guy on the radio”.
I thought this was kind of random, but I replied with “Oh really? That’s interesting. Although I’m not a guy who speaks on the radio, I do engage in online videomaking and public speaking. Perhaps this is why you would say such a thing.”
When I’m done speaking, this woman puts on a smirk.
“So you’re the big man, eh? Think you’re tough? How about you show me how to act like a man?”
At this moment in time, my nutjob radar went off. How come I always have to land on the crazy ones?
“Why do you care, and what do you want to know?” I asserted.
She pauses and starts giving me hard eye contact. “Give me some body language tips. What can you teach me?”
Playing on to her little game, I state “Well, I can tell from looking at you that you are quite comfortable in your own skin”.
Before I can finish my sentence, she cuts me off. “What makes you say that? You’re a mind reader now?”
I smile, and gaze directly into her pupils. “You seem quite intruged by me, you know that?”
Not even a second later, this girl is letting me have it. She’s screaming and bitching like there’s no tomorrow. “You’re so cocky! Who the hell do you think you are? You honestly think I’m attracted to you?”
Without flinching or getting upset, I calmly say “Listen lady. You’ve been giving me hard eye contact since we started, you’re extremely close to me, and you’re still standing here. If you didn’t want me, why the fuck are you still talking to me, and why are you wasting your time AND mine?” I point in the distant, and continue “If you want me, that’s cool. If not, then fuck off. I don’t need to talk to you. There’s a good 20 women all around me. I got options.”
In a defensive tone, she announces “With that attitude, you’re not going to get anyone. You’ll just end up alone. You can’t act like an asshole and believe women will accept that.”
Still looking at her pupils, I add on “I don’t give a fuck. I’ll do what I want. Let me worry about my own problems.” and then I resumed the previous conversation with my friend.
This Lebanese chick was so pissed off that she stormed out of the area. I just laughed, and didn’t pay any attention to the situation.
Fast forward a week later, and I once again have to take that same bus.
I open up my backpack, and pull out a copy of “The Prince” by Niccolo Machiavelli. I begin reading, when suddenly I get a tap on the back.
I turn around, and there’s 4 chicks staring at me. One of them was the Lebanese girl from last week. Great, I thought. Not only do I have this psycho bitch, but now her friends are here too. I knew right off the bat that I was going to get verbally gangbanged.
One of the girls points at my book and says “What are you reading there?”
I tell her “It’s The Prince, by Niccolo Machiavelli. Mainly a political book, but it’s pretty good.”
Next thing you know, this girl rips the book out of my hand and starts staring at the cover. “Ohhhhh this is like Tupac! You know, Makaveli! This is what inspired him!”
After she’s done talking, I grab the book out of her hands and say “Yeah that was one of his inspirations. Anyways, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to read now.”
I open up a page, and begin reading. Not even one sentence in, and these chicks are already busting my balls.
“Hey, why don’t you stand here instead? You can read that later.” one of them exclaimed.
I sighed, and realized that no matter what I did, they wouldn’t stop annoying me unless I confronted them.
“What do you want?” I responded.
The Lebanese girl starts talking. “Well, I wanted to discuss what you said to me the other day. I don’t think you should be talking to women that way.”
Her friends nod. “Yeah, you come off as a disrespectful asshole.”
I stretch out my arms and look left and right. I realize everyone in the bus is quiet, and are all eyeing in on the conversation. I knew I would soon be the center of attention, but I didn’t care.
So I open up my mouth, and boldly declared “So what would you prefer instead? That I be full of shit? That I fill you in with things that I don’t care about? When I talked to you the other day, I was being very real. If you ask me, the fact that I was so honest should automatically be rendered as respectful behavior.”
The girls laugh. One of them then tells me “Yes you are being direct, but the problem is that the way you are speaking is disrespectful. You shouldn’t use profanity when talking to women, nor should you brush them off or make bold assumptions that they’re into you. You have to slowly ease into things, not escalate so quickly. Treat them with respect and be nice. There’s no need to talk the way you did.”
At this point of the conversation, I was getting annoyed and pissed off. I began squeezing my palms and clenching my jaw. That’s when I let them have it.
“You girls say this nonsense because you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. You’re young, inexperienced, and quite frankly don’t understand how attraction works in the real world. Here’s the facts.”
“If, for example, I want to fuck you (points at one of the girls), I will let you know very fast. I’m not going to talk about the weather, your cat, your job, your school classes, or anything like that. I don’t give a flying fuck about any of those things. If sex is the only thing I desire, then that’s what I will express to you. I’m not hiding anything back.”
“And if you don’t like the fact that I am being direct, guess what? I don’t care. If all four of you rejected me, I wouldn’t lose any sleep. For instance, just in this bus right here there are many of women who would love to spend time with me. I know this to be true. I also know that there are women who go out specifically to get laid. For this reason, why should I suppress my desires and interests just because YOU don’t like it, when there’s all kinds of women who DO like it? Why should I waste a second of my time catering to your bullshit?”
“Besides, you know what happens to men who go indirect? They end up in the friend zone. The advice you women are giving me is exactly what’s caused me to get rejected and have my time wasted in the past. You become a woman’s dog, and she uses you to flatter her and listen to meaningless stories and gossip. To ensure that the dog remains faithful, what do you do? You dangle your pussy right in front of their god damn face. But they never get a bite.”
“I know what I’m talking about, and I know your kind. I’ve been there and done that, and have zero tolerance for any of that stuff. If I want to fuck you, that’s the only thing I shall express. And if you’re going to give me that bullshit that it’s disrespectful, how about you look at yourselves first? Leading guys on who you know are attracted to you, only to reject them weeks or months later? How bout those free meals, ladies? You like being spoiled? You like getting free shit? Well not with me.”
I take a deep breath, and say one final statement.
“I also find it amusing how you’re calling me out for being disrespectful when in fact I’m one of the few guys you will meet in your life that has the balls to not lie to you. Almost all women that I know complain about their boyfriends and husbands being dishonest, manipulative, and unauthentic. Hence the infamous saying that communication is of utmost importance in any relationship.
“Thus, why would you be attacking me? How about you attack the manipulative men who have you believing they want a long-term monogamous relationship, but in reality only want to fuck you? You’re seriously going to compare me to these men? If you want to know who the real asshole is, it’s the person that breaks women’s hearts. Me? I leave women happy and fulfilled. I don’t lead them on, and I sure as hell don’t let them fall for me when I have no romantic interest in them. I respect them on a level that you will never understand, because I’m a real motherfucker.”
These chicks all look at me in amazement, with their mouths wide open. One of them (who was mad hot) looks at me and says “You know, he does have a good point. I’m tired of men saying they only want to watch netflix with me, even though they deep down inside want to get in my pants. I also don’t like it when men treat me like a one night stand even though I wanted to be their girlfriend. Sometimes it hurts.”
I turn to her and say, “You see? This is a good girl. Exactly my type.” I give her a little tap on the back, and grin.
I look over to the group one last time, blow them a kiss, and start walking towards the back of the bus. The doors open up, and I walk away into the horizon, with a big smile on my face.