A story from a friend of mine who learned that men are dicks the hard way. :(
So during a crazy party (in which I remember nothing) I ended up with a guy.
During the process I apparently revealed all my deepest, darkest secrets. He was looking after me all night and for the next few days he was doing his best to try and help with all the issues I confessed to him, seems pretty nice right? I thought so too.
So we were seeing a lot of each other over the next few weeks and he was being extremely caring and nice to me. However I didn’t want to be dating anyone so I told him we should just be friends. He then insisted on dating anyway so somewhat reluctantly I agreed. He then began building up the trust, thus leading me to make the mistake of sleeping with the guy, which normally wouldn’t have been too big of a deal had it not been my first time.
Just 2 days after this occured he then proceeded to dump me, saying we were “too serious” and he didn’t want to hurt such a fragile girl. As if this wasn’t confusing enough, the next day when I had landed myself in the hospital (sickness) he thought it would be nice to come visit me...
WTF Buddy?
Thanks for making life so confusing, this is why I hate men.
Another story about men sucking. Although my personal opinion is HE CAN SUCK IT!
'I was in a non commited relationship (he wasn't commited) with this guy for about a year. We pretty much lived together at this point, best friends for sure, when one day he asks me to take out my things from his place. Curious as to why, he tells me is seeing this girl he met once now. They had been talking a lot over text, but I hadn't been overly concerned. Why? Because she was 15, and he was 22. Why would I be concerned?
Ha! So, I have been kicked out of his life as his 'partner'. Upset? Not anymore. His young girlfriend got pregnant two days after the 'Offical' together.
Slightly ashamed that I wasted a year of my life with this guy. Worth it? Definately not.'
- Anonymous
A reader story from a high school girl who shows us that unfortunately, guys don't really mature from high school.
So, it all started when one of my friends told me she liked one of my best guy friends...
Obviously being my naive young self, still in high school, ( having pretty much never had any experience with guys cause the dating stuff never EVER seems to happen to ME),
I decided I wanted to try and interfere slightly, to try and make something happen for them, even though it couldn't for me.
So after little time at all, I found out that the feeling between them was mutual. After a little while though, my guy friend had stopped talking to me about my friend, so I asked him why. He told me it was because he thought I told my friend everything he told me about her. I denied it and told him that i'd only told her one thing( which wasn't really that important at all honestly).
He got really mad at me. And when i say really mad girls, i mean it.
I didnt think this guy would ever get mad at me. But he was pissed.
After a few weeks though, things were back to normal... or so i thought.
(*NOTE FROM CAT: See how men pretend they are above bitchy behavior and say girls only do this? PFFFT)
The thing was, this guy knew who I liked, because i liked his best friend, lets call him Bob! And before he got all mad at me (for no reason) we'd talk about how we liked each others best friends.
Unfortunately for me, the feeling was not mutual for some reason...
A few weeks later, standing with a group of mostly guy friends, EVERYBODY started randomly saying BOB in the conversation with me. I didnt understand what was going on and played it cool.
The only person that knew i liked Bob was of course was my best guy friend. This was definitively the first hint that he'd told people, but i tried to ignore the fact and pretend that i didn't care and that nothing had happened, that i wasn't humiliated...
A few weeks later, another guy friend finally told me that my friend had told EVERYBODY that i liked Bob..
I actually didn't care that much, cause this was a long time after our fight that i finally found this out, and i had moved on from Bob.
But then a few weeks later, my friend and i were talking, and he told me what he'd told Bob.
I was wondering why Bob had been avoiding me for the past few weeks cause we used to have a pretty good relationship, and i actually had some hope that maybe for once, something would happen for me. But now, he was just looking scared when he saw me and I found out why... My friend didn't tell bob that i liked him. OH NO!
His exact words: he told bob that i "wanted his babies, that i stalked him, and that i was obsessively in love with him and told everybody about him and my love for him"
This.
From my best guy friend.
And this ladies, is why i hate men.
You cant trust any of them.
A sad and chilling story for you ladies this morning from a friend of mine who witnessed the sad repercussions of divorce on a woman.
Hi Catherine
I just heard the most incredibly sad story and I really want to share it. I know it isn't really the type of thing you usually post in your blog but I am just so angry i really didn't know what to do. If worst comes to worst I can always just post it on my own facebook anyhow this is the little blurb I've written tell me what you think:
"After a day of lying in bed with excruciating cramps doing nothing but watch sickly sweet anime’s and doing dramaturgical work I finally convinced myself that I should get outside before all of the sunlight was gone. I popped in my earbuds and grabbed my Chinese Opera sheet music and headed to the park... Soon enough I gave up trying to transcribe the music I had set out to and began childishly playing in the grass looking for clovers. I began singing to myself and unwittingly began singing Edith Piaf’s “Milord” which details a story of a prostitute trying to proposition a heartbroken man.
No sooner had I finished the song than a woman in her late 30’s carrying a child’s backpack approached me and asked me in French : “ Have you had the same thing happen to you?” Not really understanding her meaning, and also being a bit weary of the situation, I looked at her with a look of perplextion and didn’t say anything.
She then continued “...well I just thought that because of the song you were singing that you had had someone leave you like me.” Immediately I understood.
The woman then proceeded to tell me her sad story of how her husband had left her for another woman and how her family had disowned her for still loving him. How she needed to move back in with her mother who belittled her for being depressed and wounded. How for reasons out of her control documents were now being processed which would declare her marriage nullified. How in her desperate search for employment she had to go through the vile process of being offered low paying positions in exchange for sexual favours.
I listened to the miserable story and I eventually met the lady’s 3 year old daughter who immediately began bringing me gifts and hugging me and kissing me whenever she came near. From what I understood the couple were no longer together, that the man thought that taking a year break would fix everything. He needed to heal from the pain she inflicted upon her and she needed to heal her wounds. Of course this is not at all what Madelina (I soon discovered her name) wanted to happen, she wanted them to be together. “I just want my little family back” she repeated through tears. It was clear that all she had ever wanted out of life was to be a wife and a mother.
This man destroyed and was punishing this lovely lady because in her rage over the other woman and his refusal to stop seeing her she pushed over the bookcase that had all of his gaming material and all of his video games were ruined. (From what I can gather this man is in his mid 40’s)
I am sorry but WTF!!! How is this allowed to happen? What kind of Patriarchal society do we live in that makes it possible for a man to leave his wife with nothing and for society to somehow blame the woman! Her entire family has disowned her because she loves this man. Although I think everyone in the world, aside from herself, can see that this is an immature bum who is only torturing her, I know further punishment to coheres her into making the right decision is the last thing that this woman needs. This poor woman feels soo alone that the only person she can talk to is some stranger in the park.
The worst parts is that I recognize her state everything is difficult to do she wants to die, she feels like a failure, she is humiliated and she feels alone... abandoned. This is the worst situation for someone who is in such a volatile state to be in.
How can men be so immature and selfish somehow the act of destroying a stack of video games is not equal to openly cheating on your partner. Oh yes and refusing to leave your girlfriend while you’re still with your wife. Emotions can get the best of us and make us think irrationally. Madelina’s words still echo in my mind “I’m so afraid that he won’t come back...” “No matter what I do everything reminds me of our life, you can’t erase 10 years...I know I will always love him.”
I know this woman is in a lot of pain and a bit disillusioned as to what is right but I don’t think anyone can force her into cutting her husband out of her life. I can’t understand how this man thinks that this woman is disposable... and that his loving daughter deserves to be without a father for an entire year... men really disgust me some times.
Natasha Perry-Fagant
Another reader story from a dear friend of mine. God men suck sometimes!
Try as we might to be powerful and independent, we women never give ourselves the credit we deserve. I myself had an experience that certainly put into perspective my self-worth and what exactly I DIDN'T deserve. Bear with me while I tell my tale.
It started off in my first year of university. I was young, naive, and willing to believe that all men were going to be as nice as the single guy who waited patiently for me to date him for two years in high school (but that’s a whole different story!). Oh, how wrong I was. The guy in question was decently hot, but not too hot that he was 100% out of my league, and came across as funny and caring. I made the mistake to go home with him the very first drunken night that we hung out. No sex or anything though, I wasn't THAT easy.
The first two weeks of our..hmm…”relationship”….were so promising; I wasted hours upon hours of my days lusting over him. I woke up to “good morning beautiful” text messages and fell asleep to equally charming ones. I slept over often enough to leave a toothbrush in his bathroom. To my great surprise and disappointment, things turned sour the minute I left town.
I had to go back home one weekend for some minor surgery, and although I was sad to be missing out on a weekend of partying, I was sure that this soon to be discovered d-bag would be kind enough to keep it in his pants for six days while I was recovering. One of my girlfriends texted me that Friday night to ask how things were going between this guy and I, so I replied honestly saying that I definitely had feelings for him. I was so clueless I thought she was just making small talk with me!
That, my friends, was red flag #1 that I so blindly missed. When I returned back to campus I soon found out that the two fuckers had sex while I was in bed high on painkillers. Great. THIS exact moment is where I should have thought: “hey, he’s a complete loser, GET OUT”. However, I forgave him. I know, I know. Shame on me.
He then continued to lead me on for another month or two, only to drop me a: “sorry I need to concentrate on my studies” text and never speak to me again. Complete and udder mindfuck! And do you want to know what the worst part is? I still would have gone back to the guy. He had me wrapped around his finger.
At the time I thought: “What on Earth did I do to deserve that?” But the answer is quite clear to me now. You see ladies, by uttering the words “I forgive you” I made it clear to him that I was a girl with no self-respect, who didn’t believe that she was worthy of better treatment. If I, myself, didn't possess the sense of worth I merited, why should he bother to treat me with it? Right there, I basically gave him permission to treat me like a piece of shit.
For a situation that really did wreck me more than I’d like to admit, I am still able to say that it’s taught me immeasurably important things. Although I still think it’s fair to expect back the same level of respect from people that you initially put out, I also believe that it’s fair to expect back the same level of respect from people that you believe you deserve and are worthy of. Hopefully one day I’ll forget the asshole that ruined so many of my nights, but right now I remember him as that loser that will never know what a great girl he missed out on.
A dear friend of mine confided to me why she hates men and thought you lovely readers should be warned. This man walks among us and has many accomplices!!
I know this man….
He’s the most disgusting, skanky, ugh-inspiring jerk I know. We met several years ago, working on a project together and circumstances have it that we meet up every summer when he and my other acquaintances from abroad come back to Quebec. It’s the same thing over and over. Like clockwork, just as I come through the door, it’s full-on flirt. Sometimes we fool around a bit but I’ve never really allowed myself to get any closer. Now, if I didn’t know any better, he would be pretty convincing with the sweet talk, the kisses, the eyes… those gorgeous eyes!
But I do know better and it’s a little less cute when you see it from a third person point of view. The same moves, the same approach that was used on you, used on an other girl. Actually I should be saying this differently. I should be saying: Every. Single. Girl.
Every time we go out, it’s the same routine. Whether it’s at a club, a restaurant, anywhere, you can always expect him to find some pretty girl(s) to wrap around his…uh…finger.
He’s gross… but in an interesting way. The way he talks to and looks at women. If I didn’t know him, I could swear he was the real deal! I can’t help but to give him credit for his effortless swag that, let’s face it, brings in amazing results. The number of ladies I’ve seen him walk away with! Sometimes I feel like being a total cock-block and warning these girls that by no means are they special to him whatsoever. But then again, I wouldn’t want them to miss out on what I expect is an incredible one night stand.
You know, this man might be the prime reason why I hate men. But he does win points with me for exceptional skill and artistry.
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Many thanks to my friend from across the country who submitted this story about inappropriate and aggravating men behavior. It happens everywhere folks! Enjoy ;)
'He was the ass I regretted not sleeping with. Of course it happened drunk at a bar, we were both dancing and stuff, ya know the usual at a bar. Last call came so we went outside, hung out, made out, wandering hands (the usual) then of course it's come home with me blah blah blah. I said no not tonight give me your number and we'll talk next week. So he did. The next week I text him, chit chat, didn't see him. So he's talking to my friend one day and he's like how the hell did your friend get my number?
Ended up calling me a slut, and said I can't believe she would do that to 'Jason' (my previous fuckbuddy) they're together blah blah blah. My friend told him we're not together.
So I got called a slut because he asked me to go home with him.
I was so pissed then a couple weeks later (I don't remember this) we got into a heated argument at a bar about the situation, but I do remember he was saying slut is a compliment. I was like WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?!!
Also, I don't like the fact that I wear glasses, I do because I have to. DON'T USE IT AS YOUR PICK UP LINE. Sorry had to get that out. :) It's happened more than once!'
"I was in a bar and a clearly intoxicated guy started dancing with me.
He was trying to be all smooth and I was wanting to move on so I said:
"I'm sorry, Im kind of off drunk boys at the moment"
...his response... "I'm not drunk, I'm a recovering alcoholic" ....
GREEEAT that's so much better...good pick up line :P"
-Kyra
