You know dudes are only out for one thing and aren’t falling for the bullshit, I get it—you’re different. Your mother didn’t raise no fool and you’d never let a man disrespect you, I get it—you’re different. You don’t need a man, and you don’t get caught up with the lovey dovey shit, I get—you’re different. You are smarter, savvier, and built from an entirely new DNA that scientists haven’t even discovered! You don’t even like to be called female because the geneticist that defined the term never met a creature like you…I get it—you’re different, the guys you deal with are different, and the moment you step in the room the facts of life becomes false. Now that you’re through riding your own clit about how special you are, let’s get back to reality. If you drive on the opposite side of the highway you’re going to crash, if you cut yourself you will bleed, and if you let hubris convince you that your love life will always be the exception, then you’re in for a lot of heartbreak. I don’t care how special you think you are, the rules still apply because you are a human being, and when those human emotions get involved that specialty act goes out the window and you can’t say for sure how different from other girls you truly will be.
Every woman is unique, but when you add a man to the equation, it’s shocking how most revert to the same basic ass mindset. It should be reworded, “I’m different…until I meet a man that I like.” It’s so easy to act tough or not fall for the game when you’re dealing with thirsty niggas or dudes you think are just okay, but what your ego won’t allow you to admit is that you have trouble with the curve ball…the curve ball being a guy that looks the right way and gives the right attention. The moment Ms. Cut from a different cloth cute face with a high GPA don’t call me a female because I was really born on Krypton, meets that man that can make her wet, make her think, make her laugh, AND shows interest in her, she’s put to the test. Either that woman holds that man that she’s impressed by to the same standard that she holds the men that’s she’s indifferent about, or she gives him a pass because she doesn’t want to fuck it up by doing mean shit like… Asking to be called instead of texted, asking about his job title and what he actually does, or asking to be picked up for a date instead of driving to pick him up. Superior women are so willing to take what an inferior man has to give, off the strength that he’s attractive. If college degrees had a dick discipline requirement a lot of y’all wouldn’t have shit to hang on the wall. Be it coming over to chill, accepting his “exclusive but not together” status, or by rolling over and waiting for him to tell you what he wants from you, you’re being overly submissive. Yes, a loyal woman can submit to her man, but a bitch that submits to every man isn’t loyal, she’s pathetic! At that moment of thirsty compliance the exceptional smart woman that was raised right and has it all together has proved to the man trying to court her that he was right, she’s Pussy just like every other girl that lets him dictate the rules.
Someone asked how long until a man sees a girl as just Pussy. Immediately. If there is a romantic chemistry you’re Pussy, and any smart man will test that theory before he opens his heart because niggas who mistakenly handcuff Pussy end up miserable. Go ask any platonic homeboy you have about a girl they regret, it isn’t the wifey types that got away, he’s glad he met that kind of girl even if it didn’t work out, the bitches he erases from his brain are Pussy that he mislabeled and locked down. Therefore, it’s instilled in many of us to not only Hoe check, but to Pussy scout, so we don’t get caught up with some girl that’s only good for nut busting and payday loans. In “Royal” 17-year-old Lorde sings an optimistic song totally void of ego, she admits that she’ll never be a monarch, but she’s going to have fun living out that dream in her own world. A lot of you chicks will never be wifey, but you want niggas to let you live that fantasy… but the thing is you aren’t even aware you’re pretending. I don’t care how sexy you think you are, what school you earned your degree from, or how many niggas (who are now with other bitches) have told you how extraordinary you are, you have yet to prove that you’re special. You live in a bubble where any relationship that doesn’t go your way is due to external circumstances not your own shortcomings. I’m not talking about looks; I’m talking entirely about behavior. It’s not that you have bad communication skills– he’s the one that doesn’t want to talk about “us.” It’s not that you’re dumb– he’s a good liar. It’s not that you lead yourself on– he was the one that kept flirting and calling you. It’s not that you’re sending mixed signals about what you want– he’s the idiot who can’t read your mind and figure out that you aren’t happy. If you call your friends to talk about your problems but never confront the man at the source of those problems, how the fuck are you the Wifey type? Passive aggressive. Afraid to communicate your thoughts. Always beating around the bush. Going with the flow. Indecisive about what you want, yet you know exactly what you want. Those aren’t traits of a different kind of woman; those things are the personification of Pussy.
If you want to get to know a man on a deeper level but sleep with him before that happens—you’re going to get fucked. If you agree to be in a relationship with someone you don’t trust—you’re going to get fucked. If you agree to get married to a person that you’ve had issues with the entire relationship—you’re going to get fucked. Men fuck Pussy, because that’s what we’re supposed to do. No woman would ever admit to being Pussy. Hoes don’t label themselves hoes, to them they’re business women “getting this paper.” Sluts don’t say they’re freaks; they suck their teeth and see sex as, “Having fun like the boys do.” People on the outside create the labels, and internally labels don’t matter, nor should they ever. However, being Pussy is one of those things that’s in direct opposition to what you really want to gain from love. You have to take inventory of yourself, or you’ll end up like the majority of these girls, Wifey attitude, Pussy actions.
As much as you want to say you don’t act a certain way, so many of you revert into your inner Sharkiesha. Maybe you cold cock a bitch for fucking your man, maybe you throw his shit out on the street like Peter Gunz’ bird ass baby moms, or maybe it manifests in smaller ways like ignoring his calls for a week. What the fuck is the point of all of that? I want to pull up the Pocahontas “Savages” song and play it in the background every time girls act out over dick. If you’re so fucking smart and such a next level chick, you should be able to figure out that aggression and blame placing doesn’t resolve anything. In the end Ms. Pussy, no matter what you do to show that you’re mad or feed up, you never really learn any lessons. The dude gets let back in the house… the FWB relationship that you got suckered into thinking was “getting to know each other” continues… and the other girl that you’re sharing dick with isn’t a factor because the nigga says, “I cut her off,” yeah—okay. What did you really resolve except you’re easy to pacify? Yes, lying, cheating, and cowardly men who don’t have the balls to tell you that you aren’t as high on their list as you think, are a problem, but you have a choice not to fuck with these guys. These dudes show their ass the first month of knowing you, yet you still hold on to the dream because: I want what I want because I deserve what I want because other bitches have men, and I’m better than they are and deserve a nigga that looks like Morris Chestnut to take me to the movies to see Morris Chestnut. Most of the time what you want turns out to want your best friend—but let’s not talk about that… Keep on living that “It’s them not me” fantasy and call yourself Queen Bee, but you’re in the kingdom of shit, sitting on a porcelain throne.
Know your strengths, but don’t become so obsessed with them that you ignore your weaknesses. I was talking to a girl who read my book, and she asked me a question I literally answered in the book. I thought that maybe she skimmed over it, so I pointed it out. She responded, “I read it, but I didn’t think it applied here since we had already known each other for years.” That’s the thing that blows my mind, instead of taking the fundamental lesson to heart; some girls look for ways to prove that something doesn’t apply. It’s all ego: But we do more than just have sex. But he does take me out when he has money. But he does call me just to talk…sometimes. It’s the little details that some women hold onto as proof that a man fucks with her, when in actuality they’re ignoring the bigger issues that keep her up stressed at night. Guys will always see you as Pussy by default, they may talk to you like you’re special, but their actions will define their true feelings. If you aren’t Pussy, real will recognize real. Some of you aren’t on that level where you can show a man that you are indeed more because you aren’t. You practice with the lames and simps like the wifey type, but again when a dude of a higher caliber comes around, you don’t bring that practice effort to the dates. Instead of placing blame on men, take inventory of yourself so you can improve and project that woman you were raised to be! What I write may not apply 100% to your situation, but even if it applies 10%, there is something to be gained and applied. I don’t want anyone of you going through this bullshit in 2014!
Moving on to more learning, everyone was giving me shit and demanding the eBook version of Solving Single so I thought it would be the perfect time to add on two new chapters. “Dating When You Don’t Want A Serious Relationship,” Which is the top question I keep getting asked so I figured I’d dedicate a long ass chapter to all aspects of that situation. Also included is my new favorite chapter “Wanting a Man That Doesn’t Want You.” Which goes much further than this Pussy Until Proven Wifey scenario and gives those of you who are stuck in limbo practical ways to improve how a man sees you and how you see yourself. This shit is crucial, and I advise every woman to skip ahead to that chapter before going back to the start so they can apply it to their lives immediately! The key word is “apply”.
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One last shout out to all the beautiful and awesome ladies I met on the road, and a special salute to the Chi-town after hours crew of Deacon Greg, Spartan Up Ashley, Big Booty Jade, Amazon Kendra, Turn Down For What? Sheena, and my SG Rho boos Courtney & Olivia Kellee.
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