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| Once upon a time a man and woman met. She had actually
sought him out through some mutual friends. They fell in love, and were married.
At first they shared common interests. But then the woman became sedentary
and never wanted to do anything, or go anywhere. No matter what they did,
they grew apart. A friend of the man got into some trouble and lost his domicile.
The woman suggested the man ask his friend to stay at their place until the
friend could get his stuff together and get a new place. So it came to pass
the woman told the man she wanted a divorce. The man agreed. They both knew
this was coming for a long time. It seemed that they would both work it out
peacefully until the woman hired an attorney. The attorney was a man hating
bitch who actually insulted the man to his face. The woman seemed to like
this. The attorney told the man to get out of his house. The man now had
to hire his own attorney who said he did not have to leave. The woman became
increasingly hostile and asked the man to leave for the weekend. When the
man came back, he found out that the friend had taken the woman and the couples
son out that weekend. They went to the children’s museum and even used
the man’s yearly pass to gain admittance for the friend. They seemed
to want to look the part of the happy little family, only without the man
around. The man became furious and told the friend(ha) to leave. He refused
and what’s more the woman wanted him there. It got quite ugly a few
times. One night in a drunken rage, the woman threatened the man with arrest.
Before the man left the woman told him to unlock his computer. The man refused.
The woman, even more angry, threatened to destroy it. The man told the woman
she had quite a lot of balls to order him out of his own house and then want
him to let her use his computer. She replied that she had great big brass
ones. The man almost fell over laughing and left without unlocking the computer.
When he came back to the house the next evening, she was completely cowed,
and apologized profusely. She had cut up all of the wires in the back of
the computer. This kind of shit went on until the man finally moved out.
Now the woman is fucking the man’s ex-friend. A from Indianapolis
I am writing to the He-Man Woman Haters Club to express my distaste with women... It was a long time ago when I was a little younger. I was working at a large grocery store as a cashier when I met Bonnie. At the time I met her I was not really interested in her. My plans were to wait until I had found my soul-mate before getting involved with someone, but things don’t always work according to plans. After I had left my job at the grocery business, Bonnie and I began to see each other. It took awhile before she felt comfortable around me, but after a couple of months we decided to get together for a movie night. I would pick out some actor/actress and we would rent all of their movies and on our days off we would sit and watch each flick that there was. Some nights were quick, that actor maybe didn’t have many movies. Well that is when we started to mess around, on a night when there weren’t enough movies to view and we would make up our own. The sex was great and we planed to screw as often as we could, she was older then me and could move her body to just the right position to satisfy us both and the sex was endless. For the summer I was over at her place or she would drop by mine after work, and we would sleep the days away. Her children were teenagers and independent. They trusted me with there mother and knew she was safe and where she was if they needed to call. They would call, but usually after we were spent and resting. I thought it would never end, until one night while I was working at my job. Bonnie and her best friend stopped by the pizza place where I worked to see me and to score some food. Bonnie and my boss met for the first time. Bonnie asked him when they were going out for dinner? Ron looked at me and asked, ”what’s up with your girl friend?” I replied, “you better give her answer, she is waiting”. I quit the job a couple of days later. Bonnie never called, she moved me out, and Ron in. I was disappointed, and rejected, yeah killing them had crossed my mind but why waste good pussy? Bonnie kept telling my not to fall in love with her, because she had been trapped in an 18 year marriage and just wanted to be free. She gave my the best screwing I had ever had, but it was with my clothes on... You would think I would have learned my lesson but I hadn’t. A couple years after Bonnie, I met Sue. She was a mother of two and a very horny woman having not had sex in three years. We were introduced by my roommate’s baby sitter. I came home one night from school. I was given a note with a phone number on it and asked to call the number. It took three days before I called, and when I did it was hard to talk with my heart in my throat. I was stabbing at shit to make up for idle chat. We connected on math and made arrangement to meet and work on math problems. After lunch, and some time with a calculator, she put the youngest to bed for a nap. After he was asleep, we laid down for a nap ourselves. It started on the floor. We each had a pillow and enjoyed some idle chat. She got up to go to the bathroom, when she came out, she invited me to lay on her bed. It was awkward at first. When we committed to go ahead, we couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough. The curtains were closed and they gave us just enough light to see where everything was. We spent a couple of moments kissing and finding landmarks. Six months after an afternooner, we decided to give marriage a try. At first it was fun, but after the summer had ended and school resumed for the boys, things became routine. My father-in-law gave me some advise. He told me, “The secret to marriage is to track her cycles, and to sit down when you pee at home, It’s just easier that way”. So for the three years we were married I did just that. Every month when the cotton products were set on the back of the toilet, I marked my calendar at work. Those few days I knew not to talk, and to watch my back. I would bring home chocolate on the full flow days, and flowers after the box was placed under the sink. The best sex is after their period, they are so horny. And then one day I guess my dick didn’t taste good any more. She called in sick for work, and went and bought my anniversary gift. DIVORCE papers were handed to me during a fight to find out what was wrong. I moved out, and out of state. I left around Halloween. At Thanksgiving I received a call, she told me life sucked and she wanted me back. At Christmas she called again. “It sucks, I want you back”! I told her to think it over and left it at that. In a moment of weakness I flew out to see her. My pipes were empty, my stomach full and so was she! I considered moving back, and did in the spring. We stayed together for another year, then the sex was routine and our life was annoying. I drove her to court, and then drove out of town and on to a new life without a steady woman. I am currently dating but nothing serious. I have learned my lesson. D. Smith of Indianapolis. Charter member of the He-Man Woman Haters Club.
Used to be when I got home my wife told me what I needed to do for chores or what the Brats had done that I needed to spank them for. After 19 years of that crap (with about 17 years of bad sex) I moved my butt to the family room downstairs and got a sweet little Labrador Retriever. He about shits himself with joy when I get home from work, and treats me like a celebrity. We have great walks together and meet a lot of really friendly dogs and people. We take nice quiet trips together. If he gives me any crap I just take a belt to his ass and he ends up loving me even more than ever! We communicate really well, and he doesn't give a damn if I smoke a cigar or drink a few beers. Women always "need" to have to feel "special" and are fucking depressed when their latest man-victim can't perform the impossible by making them feel that way (nobody is "special" we're all simply regular people). What's the real difference between a "wife" who costs a man hundreds of thousands of dollars over a lifetime of causing him misery, or a few thousand dollars for lady escorts over a lifetime, for a totally nice time? I haven't ever had sex outside of marriage, but the whole thing don't make no sense. Thus I've been celebate for the past year. I think I'll get me a nice desperate girlfriend who is meek and mild and let her know marriage is out of the question. As long as we're not married she can't drag my poor ass to court, and when she gets on my nerves I can just say "saianaura, baby!" Ask yourself, "is it even ever possible to please a WIFE?" Roy of Raleigh, NC
Tale of Woe: i love women. bill from ga
Dan from Los Angeles Tale of Woe: I have been married for 1 1/2 years and am starting to see the way she WAS go out the window: She WAS understanding before the marriage. She WAS not so controlling. She WAS into having sex. She WAS a great dresser. NOW I find that I'm married to a stranger. A stranger who only wants to have sex so that she can have another child that will be worth another 500 bucks a month when I divorce her ass. A stranger who wants to be in so much control that I fear buying anything with the money that I have worked so hard to earn. Damn did I make a mistake.
name: Hal city/state: Beervana,Northwest Territory Tale of Woe: The one that broke the camel's back.The last straw.Shit so deep you can't breathe.OK. There I was minding my own business. Nice job,nice cheap cabin in the redwoods.only thing missing? Sex.Frienship. what ever the fuck you want to call it.Lonely ain't a joke. Enter..lovely redhead.Divorced. EZ on the eyes. 38 years old.The Devil's daughter herself,couldn't throw one like this one.I was 38, no spring rooster, the sex was frightning in intensity.We went after each other like we wanted to fuck each other to death. I of course was in heaven.Long story made very short...5 years latter, Bank Account empty. Moved six times in 5 years, all because of her.Left the great little cabin because,"she needs a place to call home", her kids ate my food, drank my beer and smoked my stash. Payment? Ya,right. The woman ended up a full blown "tweek".She stole.She lied. She fucked around. She laughed about all of it. Toward the end she lived on Cheetoes,Whoopers and crank.No joke.I had to threaten her with calling the cops to get rid of her.She was the last one.I am now a solitairy man. For the rest of my life and it's GREAT!!!!
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