Tonight, we joked about how I might end up a spinster. Itâs a wild thought, but maybe thereâs some truth to it. Iâve spent my life surrounded by menânine brothers, raised by my dad, and working in a male-dominated environment. I hear how men talk, and let me tell you, itâs a lot to unpack.
Men donât love the way women do. Once a man gets his heart broken, every woman who comes after has to measure up to his ex. Instead of healing, many become distrustful, using their past pain as an excuse to treat women poorly. Iâve seen men juggle multiple women, not because theyâre looking for love, but because theyâre trying to fill the void she left. Lust is easier than vulnerability. They donât want to risk getting hurt again.
⢠Different types of men Iâve encountered
Married men tend to have the most wandering eyes. The so-called âgood guysâ often come with their own set of problems. Many are socially awkward, lack confidence, or have bad hygiene. The rest are already taken, have kids, are too old, too young, or live too far away. Theyâre rarely fun or mentally challenging. On the flip side, attractive men walk around like theyâre Godâs gift to women, their egos so inflated itâs exhausting. They have so many women throwing themselves at them, they forget how to be a decent human being, because females let them get away with everything. Military men? The worst offenders. I get that theyâre busy, but they act like their schedules are the only ones that matter. Maybe I need more attention than they can give, but the attitude they carry is unbearable. Like, thank you for your service, but fuck you, my nigga.
Even the men who arenât conventionally attractive have the most to say about what a woman should be. What kind of life she shouldâve lived. Who she shouldnât have spread her legs for. They judge women while holding themselves to the lowest standards. Theyâll criticize a womanâs past while ignoring their own, treating women like used cars that lose value over time. Itâs frustrating how deep the hypocrisy runs.
â˘A cooked generation
Men will say things like, âWomen are supposed to have more self-control than men.â Maybe thatâs a societal norm, but I refuse to accept it. Men are supposed to lead, so what happens when generations of men have been cheating, beating, and using women? You get a new generation of women who have learned to cheat, beat, and use men. Iâve never seen so many women cheating in my life. The example men have set is now coming back to them, and they canât handle it.
These same men will wine and dine women, act like their boyfriend, then sleep with them, use them, and toss them aside like nothing. And if a woman dares to say she feels played? They respond with indifference, like, âYeah, and?â Then they judge her, conveniently forgetting the role they played in creating that dynamic. Sure, some women are okay with being used, but not every woman is willing to put up with the mess men bring to the table.
Men ask for so much while giving so little. They want youth, beauty, and obedience, thinking more with their dicks than their hearts or minds. And itâs not that I want to hate them. Thereâs so much to love. They can be hilarious without trying, incredibly sweet when they want to be. I admire their strength, their confidence, their desire to protect. Some make my workdays easier, lighter. But their egos? Thatâs where they lose me. Maybe itâs just the men Iâve surrounded myself with or maybe the men Iâm looking for donât exist anymore.
Echo R.S 