“…or I’m going to leave”
The rare times I hear a sentence with that ending from a woman, it’s been an absolute blessing.
You see weather its some fling, bang-buddy or girlfriend, that type of demand simply doesn’t tie too well with me.
In the west, given the thirst of the common man, they would give in to this demand, but the moment I hear this, I would rather her leave.
Why? Because she’s replaceable. When you’re jugging a harem as well as slaying new skanks on the regular, what’s one naggy, demanding pussy worth to you? Literally nothing. There’s enough action going on with girls and life that this kind of immaterial nuisance needs to be discarded.
Whenever you’re offered an ultimatum like that the damage is already done. You give in and you’re a cucked loser whom the girl will lose a ton of respect for, simply for caving in. If you let her go, she’ll either come running back to apologise for her lapse in judgment or she’ll disappear. Both of which are wins. If she comes back, she’s got the same alignment in values and same vision as you, and if she disappears, it saves you time from a drama-queen that doesn’t fit into your life anyway.
For any guy whose used to lifestyle of abundance this comes as no surprised, but try telling this to the average Melbourne guy, it simply doesn’t bode with them. The pussified upbringing that this generation is going to face will have some pretty big consequences in this facet of their lives.
Inside The University of Melbourne 