Fugly!
Are real men that hellbent on looks? No! Because, if he’s a real man, he’s been there, done that. He’s seen how most overly attractive reason are single for even them to meet them. All they are is cute. So, believe it or not, the least popular reason for women being single is not being unattractive. Men said that the least! Being ugly is nearly at the bottom of the list with most men. It’s not something that automatically comes to mind with most men. Sure, the young, dumb and immature ones, but, they shouldn’t have girlfriends and they aren’t men, they are boys pretending to be men. Topping the list of grievances with real men is: Stank attitudes, obesity, dressed like hookers, too many kids, and too materialistic. All come up far more often than looks. But, with these bitter women, ugly is the first disqualifier of men. Now, they’ve got kids by a beautiful loser, or several losers, and wants to cry they are sick of pretty boys. Well, pretty boys never needed you. But, those of us who were not viewed as such thought you knew that.
For the women consumed with vanity, assuming men do not like them because they do not look like the women on magazine covers, you’ve got it all wrong. We’d prefer a demure, intelligent, motivated kind-of-cute wife, rather than the drop dead gorgeous, minimum wage-earning idiots claiming men fear them because of their looks. In fact, the more attractive the women are, the more likely they are child-ridden, naïve; and single. So, is being unattractive the main reason these women are single? NO!
Now, before you drop your cliqued, B.E.T’s Comics View rebuttal that ugly women have no choice but to be nice, think again. I know plenty of not-so-attractive women that are a blast to be around. On every level! They understand courtesy, mutual respect, and often worked harder on their personalities than the often attractive, limited social skill having women who had everything handed to them by parents, ex-husbands and boy toys willing to pay them for sex or the privilege of courting them. What are the words I’m fishing for here, uhhhh, ….STUCK UP! Haven’t truly accomplished anything but matching your wardrobe and copying overrated trends. Those women usually never develop into anything but used-to-be-attractive, bitter single-parents, crying that looks are not important anymore. So sad.
When everything was going great and their looks got them to the front of every line, free meals and front row seats on dates with men they were using, they had no complaint at all. In their minds, the ugly women wished they had the perks that looking like her came with. Now she’s sitting across from one of the not-so-hot women wondering why no one has any sympathy for her plight. “I told you, my husband ran off with the housekeeper and left me with nothing! Nothing, I tell you! Nothing!” Suddenly, being cute has lost is cache. She needs the entire world to rally around her, and create programs for women like her because, through her attractive, shit-don’t-stink phase, all she had to do was show up, and doors opened. Now, she’s out of shape, a mother of 3, and hasn’t worked since her first born, and wants welfare or some other free ride, when she couldn’t parlay anything out of the life she had with guy-with-dough.
Sadly, the woman seated behind the desk, and directly across from her is feeling no sympathy for her, and stamps her applicant DENIED! She’s seen this type before. Formerly attractive, oversexed bimbo minus rich husband, shucked aside for a younger, lesser competent, and even less economically viable sex toy. Her only thought is, “When will these women learn?” The answer to that is, never. They’re too busy being cute, when being cute has the number 37 in line to hear, ‘Sorry, but there’s nothing more we can do.’ Look at daddy’s wittle pwincess now. Daddy’s little loser, and some hoodlum’s baby momma. I suppose she’s looking for a nice guy now? A good guy? Too late.
The allure of fame
Fame to a man is what being beautiful or well-endowed is to women. Instant perks, automatic acceptance, and people falling at your feet, willing to serve you simply from what they see. So, much like most overly attractive women end up bitter and confused about their actual worth, famous men go through a period of drinking, drugging, and womanizing to overshadow the truth-that without what people see exterior wise, none of the people around them would be there.
So, if women ever want to know what being famous is, consider the period in your life where you looked your best, got the most compliments, went on the most dates, and had opportunities presented to you simply because of how you looked. Admission is free, drinks are free, movies, meals, condoms, they’re all free, simply because men believe they have to give you these things in order for you to like them. To men, that’s fame. Accepted, admired and spoiled, simply because you walked into a room. The only thing comparable to fame, to a man, is p___y!
Think about what p___y will get you. It’s actually more valuable than money. Women know this, and still screw it up! To have something this valuable at your disposal, and you ruin it by overusing it. This is the only reason most men stop or clamber to cater to women over something they could do themselves: car trouble, opening doors, lifting heavy things, putting furniture together, programming your VCR/DVD recorder, paying for your meals, to doing your work for you at work. None of that would be possible if you didn’t look like you did, and it didn’t lead to the possibility of sex.
I’m am, by no means, famous at this point, but I’ve seen both sides of what being recognized for what you do overshadows the actual person you are. Nobody really cares about the real you, if you aren’t slipping into the character they are paying you to provide as a service. Sure, I can be funny when I am not on stage but, usually when I am not, people are disappointed. Telling me how disappointed they are with hanging out with me. “I thought you’d be fun to hang around, you’re just, well, ..normal.” So, when I am not clowning for some, I’m not worth their time.
Beautiful women get to that point as well. Which is why many of them never fully disclose that sex with them is completely out of the question because, if they did, half the courtesies and perks their looks provide them would dry up. They’d have to actually do some work, carry their own groceries and change their own flat tires. So, to keep the perks coming in, they play the role of damsel in distress, poor, poor me.
So, even if a man spends decades trying to become famous, girls are born with privileges, and fame would just be the next level for them. Hell, when boys are falling over themselves to carry your books and do your homework in school, life is already good for you. Being rich and famous on top of that would have to send them over the top. It’s why most of the celebrity women who are beautiful, rich and famous cannot keep a man or even get married. There is nowhere else to go for them, and marrying some schmoe doesn’t give them the high they felt was the only thing they were missing. This, I think, is why their marriages fail. It’s like when poor people win the lottery, assuming millions will cure all of their problems, only to find out they are still miserable but, with enough money to hide it. That is all these bone-skinny, scantily clad, heavily made up celebrity women are doing—hiding their misery through gloating over the fact the women wish they could be them, when those women have no idea how horrible their existence actually is. It’s all a façade.
That’s difference and the allure of fame between men and women. Women are born with it on some level, and men have to achieve it on ever single level of his life. He has to grow into his looks, earn substantial amounts of money, hit the gym, sing, dance, act or play a sport and maintain all of that at the same time while, women can just be born with big tits and a nice ass, and they are famous as soon as they can roll their eyes and pop chewing gum.
My Girl
Many ask, “What’s your idea of the perfect girl. Don’t know, honestly. All I am positive about is what I don’t want in a woman. I don’t have kids, so, I would prefer she didn’t either. I’m a gym nut, so I would at least like to see some effort out of her to stay in shape. I won’t date a woman who doesn’t read. Can’t deal with those women on any level. Their vocabulary is usually limited, often stunted from the mind-numbing soap operas and loud-mouthed, sistah-girl sitcoms they’re addicted to. So, if the last book she’s read was by Dr. Seuss, Houston, we have a problem.
I’ve never been the type to choose women off of a list of features they need to have like a car. Exterior wise, I should say. Therefore, any woman could fit the mold, as long as she carries herself with enough dignity and respect to raise our sons and daughters.
Looks are the last thing I look at anymore. Usually, the most attractive, single women you meet will show you right away why they are still on the market for you to meet them. I prefer a woman who knows herself. She’s unique, has her own style, speaks well, a moral woman. I couldn’t care less how she looks if she’s got all that going for her. Hell, most of the attractive women I see are dressed like hookers, claiming men don’t see them for who they really are, when they’ve spent hours and God knows how much money putting on this burlesque show they like to call “being sexy.” Boobs hanging out, pants wedged into their crotch, tattoos, piercings, oversized diva sunglasses-it’s too much.
When I picture my dream girl, I envision her as the woman I would want my daughter to become. Soft-spoken, demure, educated, fully dressed, with a sense of direction in life. She has to have goals beyond getting in free at some nightclub or catching a sale at the mall. Her self-esteem does not hinge upon whether or not she has on the latest fashion, as so many fashion addicted, bimbo-like women today have become.
My ideal women, however, would be a go-getter, with a business mind, of course. One of those women who could get behind me on just about anything I do. Meaning, if I’m into real estate, she wants to understand it enough to where, should something happen to me, she could run the business and keep everything together until I get back on my feet. Real men, especially entrepreneurial men, need that from their women. There’s nothing I hate more than a woman who brags about her husbands wealth, but has no concept of how he achieved it, or how to step in for him, should he take ill or, worse, pass away. All she knows is they’re rich, and he leaves and comes back everyday at certain times, the rest, she’ll figure out later. Pitiful! What if later comes sooner than she expected? Now she needs to take the reigns. If she sits there, clueless, wondering what to do, she’s dead weight. Useless. Nothing but eye-candy and a few recipes. Spent all of her free time shopping and making salon appointments, and now, something as simple as running the family business for a few weeks has her scratching her head.
She doesn’t have to be a stick-figure because, have mercy, bone-skinny women turn me off. So, I’d say, no less than a size 4, maybe, and not much heftier than a size 12. And, even if she’s a size 12, as long as she doesn’t try to wear clothing that is not age or size appropriate, we are go-to-go. The sickest thing is when you’re lady is pushing 40, creeping up over the 180 lb mark, but trying to squeeze into hip huggers, micro miniskirts and belly shirts. Honey, you don’t have the body for that anymore. And, if I have to tell her that, she’ll be on the short list soon after.
Does she have to be a black woman, since I am a black man? Preferably. Not saying women of other races don’t have a chance, but, they are not high on my priority list like black women are. Not to say that I will never switch, I’m just saying, I prefer black women until, perhaps, a chance encounter with another persuasion has me head over heels. Then, I wouldn’t rule it out.
The up and leave’rs
Got an ear full from a reader who disagreed with my views on why men exit relationships. According to her, her man left and never gave a good enough reason why. When i tried to pry more information out of her about the relationship and her possible role in it’s demise, she went all lock-mouth on me. Only wanted to talk about why he left. Had to finesse it, but i gave her the blues anyway. As follows:
Some men exit relationships for reasons they simply do not have the heart to tell women. And, for many women, these men are actually doing them a favor. Sure, we get a bad rap for that, but I’d rather she believe what she will than to run down a list of things I feel she needs to work on. It’s too demeaning, and furthermore, why should I be excessively critical of her, when I can just let her go, and move on to someone who better suits my needs? As I’ve said in my live shows for years, women say they want the truth, when, deep down, they really don’t. It would hurt them immeasurably.
I’ve had to exit relationships soon after entering them simply because I know the issue I have, should I bring it to light, may scar her for life. Filthy living quarters, obesity, feminine hygiene problems, freeloading family members, intellectually lazy women; you have to walk away. Cut your losses. It’s easier to lie than be honest with them. Imagine telling someone their breath stinks, they read on a 3rd grade level, their hoo-hoo smells, the sex is bad, and they are terrible with money. Imagine how hurtful that would be. So, which would you rather do? Pretend an argument over something trivial is the reason you are leaving and bail out gracefully, or tell them these hurtful thing? Me, I’d make up a phony excuse and end it. But, that’s just me.
I know what I want, and the second I see the woman cannot fill those shoes, I don’t tell her, I end it. But, women want to label men like me as cowards or weak, when, if we told them the real reasons we wanted out, they’d have their feet up on a couch somewhere in therapy. Trust me, ladies, we’re doing you a favor by walking away.
Letter to the editor
One of the reasons this book is so real and so cut-throat is that I refused to give the editor permission to change it into a typical, run-of-the-mill relationship book. Believe me, he’s a great editor, and he tried his best to convince me not to say certain things, to edit some things out, rephrase or condense things, but I refused. Why? Because this isn’t a book about grammar or punctuation, it’s about this current generation of females most real men have trouble calling a “lady”, let alone, a wife.
Sure, much of the things you’ve read didn’t have to be said, or yes, were perfectly stated, but then i had to go overboard. Was it to force it down your throat? Not really, it’s just how I feel about that particular subject. At least, with my book, you get a true-grit, honest perspective of how decent men are fed up with being saddled with every male issue, when these issues are mostly prevelant amongst the men these women habitually date. In short, stop blaming all men for what the men you chose have done to you!
I even recieved a comment from a reader on how the book was written and I informed the reader that A) You are not reading it for the message, you are critiquing it while reading it because you fear the truth. Not good. Besides, I’m not the student, you are. Read it, then go back and grade it like a school teacher. B) You’re taking it a little too personally, unless, of course, you see yourself in what I’ve written. Which, by the way, would make me right about what I’ve written. And, C) Nobody is perfect. Meaning: I wrote the book. So, it shouldn’t sound like every other relationship book out there, it’s written by an Average Joe, not some pompous celebrity who didn’t even write the crap they push on us. I didn’t pay a ghost writer to write this book. I didn’t want $10 words that nobody uses ever in life. I didn’t want my editor to change the entire scope of the book and edit everything that is me out of it. That’s why it’s not a perfectly written book–It wasn’t written to impress critics, show hosts, to make into the book club, or cater to women.
One thing I know with both books is that once you read them, you can’t deny that I am right. You can’t! Nobody has ever had the guts to stand up for men, against the women who constantly tear us down due to their own insecurities, failures in life, or mistakes until now. I could have been careful about what i said, but when have the women complaining about men ever done such a thing for the men?
Let me first say, do not read this book without a yellow highlighter! Now, to clear the air, this is not a relationship book. This is a book of truths. And, secondly, it was written from the heart and, true, with a bit of a bite, but it needed to be said. If not by me, who else would? I wasn’t going to sugarcoat anything. Sure, the book isn’t perfect, and nothing i say is true across the board about any man or woman. But, i didn’t want to spend a lot of time apologizing to whomever i might offend. If you read it, and it ticks you off, …it’s you! Not my nerve to say it, but you inability to deal with the truth.
Also, these books are broken into to two volumes because I wanted to keep the subjects seperate. Volume 1: The Female-Perpetuated Myths About Men, covers the many excuses the somewhat clueless women blaming men for their heartaches and being single often use to skirt blame. Volume 2 is a detailed look into the behaviors of the females doing the complaining so they have a complete understanding of if they are perpetuating the myths or behaving as i stated in the book, they are the reason no man will have them.