Back to my original question: how is regarding all women as stupid, manipulative bitches and approaching women with this negative stereotype in place helping you? Will it improve your chances of getting involved with the sort of feisty, smart, sexually voracious woman I'm sure you'd prefer? Or will they dismiss you as a bigoted fuckwit?
I don't prefer any "feisty" or "sexually voracious women". In fact, I'm really not too fond of sex. I
would prefer a smart woman, though, but as stated earlier in this thread, that has yet to happen.
What's more, I
don't outwardly display this attitude towards women when I approach them. In fact, I generally don't approach women at all out of sheer disappointment. I tend to be very reserved and to keep very much to myself in my daily life. You simply begin by making the unfounded assumption that I approach women with the attitude I display in this thread, which is incorrect.
When I
do interact with women, it is actually in general
they who tend to approach me first. When they do, they notice pretty quickly that I'm not interested in them due to the differences in intelligence and that I therefore am very reserved towards them. Hence, they quickly leave me alone. Which is fine by me.
What's more; I've very rarely displayed this attitude towards anyone at all, least of all women. Rather, I tend to be the perfect gentleman towards women while secretly seething on the inside with invisible contempt and hatred. To return to my university studies for an example of what I mean; last semester I was grouped with two girls for the seminars in English Literature at my university. We were supposed to work together as a group in preparing various assignments for each class, something that involved answering questions and writing the answers down in the form of presentations, etc. Pretty simple work.
Well, turns out I had to do
all the work since the girls in our "group" were literally too stupid to be able to understand what we were reading in the first place. They openly admitted that they had no idea what the books we were assigned for the seminars were even about in the first place. I could ask them something like:
"So, do you think MacBeth's own childlessness is a parable for how the land under his rule is rendered barren?" and they would just sit there and stare. They had no idea what "MacBeth" was even about in the first place, or even what Shakespeare was trying to say. They just sat there and gaped.
I had to do all the work. I even forged "their" answers so that it looked like they had had a hand in answering the questions for each seminar, which they didn't. I even had to forge discussion protocols to make it look like they had written them, when in fact it was I who did
all the work. I was the reason they passed that course. I, and I alone.
And they never even said thank you.
All this time, I was the perfect gentleman. I never once let any action or word betray how I really felt towards them or towards all other women who freeload on us men like it's a god-given right of theirs without ever giving anything back. I just sat there and took it. Like a gentleman. Like an idiot.
But inside... Oh... On the inside...
ponds from now on.
