I am a nice guy. I’m also an asshole. Not sure which I am more proud of but proud I am, of it all.
I have a hard time with other men. Far too many, and by far too many, I mean almost all, are either weak pussies who let their women run over them or inconsiderate assholes who never notice their women to begin with.
Most mail it at work; waste time talking about golfing or sports or political crap and then wonder why they get paid like shit or have no other career options than to sit and take it when their job starts sucking.
I don’t know what they fuck like, because I am not there, but if Tumblr reports are any indication, very few of them try or succeed in making their women cum. They fuck, passionlessly, deposit their seed after a few uneventful pumps, and their women go in the bathroom and rub their clit just to stoke the flame.
And none of that is the worst part.
The worst part is how they fail at their biggest calling in life. As fathers. SportsCenter on a loop and never taking their little ones to a park, baking with their girls, throwing a ball with their boys, talking to them to let them know their opinions are valued, and sitting down and helping them with math, a science project, or whatever. Just spending time; that’s all they want.
Men, with the exception of a few I can count on one hand, make me fucking sick.
I’ve always been their boss. I’ve always fucked better. I’ve always worked harder. I’ve always out-fathered their sorry asses.
Women sense this shit from a mile away. I may talk a big game but I handle my fucking business, every fucking day.
So men, as you watch SportsCenter and find out your fake world is a disappointment again this season, just know my fake world has a picture of your wife’s panties and wet fingers.
And you have nobody to blame but yourself.