A snapshot of defilement.
Readership: All; Men;
Author’s Note: The contents of this series is a summary of journal entries from the dates specified.
Reader’s Note: The theme for the month of August is “Snickerdoodles – Case Studies of Female Failures”. This post is part 4 in a series. The beginning of this post overlaps with the end of Part 3 and adds further details.
* Proper nouns have been changed to protect the author from the guilty.
Length: 2,000 words
Reading Time: 7 minutes
Locker Room Talk (Monday, September 3, 2018)
My wife stayed busy in the kitchen, cleaning and baking all afternoon while I was at work.
In the evening, one of my wife’s friends (not Rhianna*) came to visit her at 9:00 pm. They talked for about an hour and they ate some of the cookies she had baked.
While they were talking, I reviewed the messages that my wife had exchanged with Rhianna during the day.
Initially, I had the impression that my wife was simply schooling Rhianna about how to catch a husband. But as I was browsing through the long string of texts, I was ashamed to find that my wife became woefully sidetracked.
I came across one message in which Rhianna announced that she was going to visit the Italian guy tomorrow, and she talked about how they would “probably have sex”. After this message, I saw that Rhianna’s talk began to arouse my wife’s feral nature, and she soon became swamped in the drama.
Rhianna asked my wife what she should do to make an impression. My wife told her that if she has already decided to have sex with him, then she should not give him a lot of contradictory attitudes about sex. This was the same advice we’ve been giving her all along, but in this instance, I was displeased with my wife, because instead of urging Rhianna to avoid temptation, it seemed that my wife had already accepted Rhianna’s decision and was encouraging her to romp and roll.
I sighed, because on the other hand, I knew that warning her about temptation would probably be a wasted effort anyway.
Rhianna wanted to know how she should ask him to use a condom, and my wife told her to just ask him directly while they were kissing. My wife was so sure that he would have condoms on hand, that they made a bet on it. Rhianna wanted to know what she should do if he refused to wear a condom, or if he wanted to have a baby. My wife told her that she worries too much, and that men don’t know that they want a baby. “That’s why women often use a pregnancy to capture a man.” I couldn’t believe this was coming from my wife!
Now, we often hear women complain about how men “objectify” women… Let me tell you, women “objectify” men too, and it’s 10 times more profane! Their banter was littered with funny/swarthy quips about hairy butts, manscaping, d!ck size and shape, semen volume and ejaculatory force, and highlighted by a looong obsession (about 30 messages) with how Italian men have a very strong libido.
The thing is, when men “objectify” women, it’s mostly all braggadocio and posturing, but I know Rhianna well enough by now to know that this is not just idle talk – this is real!
Seeing two women discuss these things so confidently and casually really turned my stomach. I got the impression that women fornicate on the fly just like men jerk off with porn – It’s as exciting as it is shameful, done frequently, kept in tight secrecy and never talked about, and the man is like a disposable dildo that is eventually discretely discarded by the woman, just like men do with a skin magazine.
I was impressed by the complexity of their strategies to purposely and systematically devise a scheme to dominate men, and bleed them out for what she needs. They were only concerned with controlling this Italian guy and getting what she wanted out of him. They didn’t really care about the man himself. What God wanted was not even mentioned. It’s like these women just made a game of trapping a man, keeping him under control by toying with his desire, f___ing around with him, and killing his heart in the process. The thing that bothered me the most, was her pride, the way she thinks she has to cut the man down and manage him, as if he were a wild animal. No love or respect at all, just a beast of burden to be p*ssy whipped into domesticated duties, sexual delights, and giving cash on demand. I know Rhianna learned these strategies through all her past relationships, but I was not pleased that my wife was pouring more gravy on the details.
I was shocked to see so many self-centered presumptions, and the self-serving dishonesty of it all, and with apparently no guilt or shame whatsoever. The notion that “women are the fairer sex” is certainly feminist hogwash.
Their whole text conversation really made me disgusted, not only by the content, but also because I saw that this s1ut is sucking my wife into her mindset. I could not understand why my wife, acting as a Christian counselor, would encourage her and support her in this decision. Instead of helping her focus on finding a Christian man and making herself into a suitable match, she was pushing her into an exact rehash of how she has messed it up for the past 20 years. It made me wonder how Christian women are any different from non-Christians, if at all.
It was definitely a bad idea for my wife to try to “help” her, because Rhianna’s negative influence on my wife is stronger than my wife’s positive influence on her. I was one year into the Red Pill at this time, and all this served to drive home a maxim that has been tossed around in the ‘sphere for a while — AWALT! (All Women Are Like That!)
The Escalation to Ecstatic Defilement (Wednesday, September 5, 2018)
My wife gave me a report on Rhianna that lightened the mood a little bit. The news was that she had gone to Bigtown* to see the Italian guy for two days, and she just got back. In the 30 some hours they had together, she had banged the guy three times, and argued with him all night. In the morning, they had another argument and she left in a huff, and then she blocked him on chat.
But later in the day, when she unblocked him, she discovered that he had blocked her too! This unseated her ego and made her obsessed with getting back together with him.
Rhianna was at the end of her wits about what to do, so she asked my wife how she could get the Italian guy back. My wife hesitated to get involved but after a series of fervid text messages from Rhianna, she got sucked back into the fray.
So the next day, Rhianna came over to our house to talk it over with my wife and cook up a scheme about how to get this guy back. I don’t know how long they talked, but I’ll guess it was the good part of the day. After tossing around several ideas about how to contact him in spite of her being blocked, Rhianna asked my wife if she would send a message to the Italian guy for her. So they came up with a carefully worded and beautifully written text message in which Rhianna apologized and told him she would “do everything” for him. The amount of effort they put into this was reminiscent of the enthusiasm a marketing strategist puts into introducing a new product.
When the guy got the text message from my wife’s phone, he didn’t respond immediately. But after two days, he sent a message to my wife with an explanation of why he blocked Rhianna.
When my wife read his response, she was doubtful about his enthusiasm. My wife asked Rhianna, “If he really wanted a relationship with you, then why didn’t he reply to me for 2 days?” But Rhianna didn’t care. She asked my wife to help convince him to unblock her and give her another chance, so after a couple more days of exchanges between the two of them, he did. When Rhianna got the first message from him, she was so excited she couldn’t contain herself.
We were hoping that since my wife got involved, then both Rhianna and this guy might take their relationship a little more seriously. But instead of working on sorting out their issues, it wasn’t long before Rhianna started sending the guy all kinds of sexually suggestive messages.
“I am sooo wet for you. My body won’t stop shaking!”
“Your c0ck is sooo beautiful! I will eat you all night!”
All these profane texts destroyed the purpose-centered mood of interaction that my wife had worked so hard to create. I’m sure the guy fully expected to have sex with her because of that.
Rhianna spent the rest of the week wallowing in the throes of her fantasies and preparing herself for this night of sex she would have when she met this guy again. She even bought some new clothes, including three new sexy lingerie, and she wanted my wife to shoot some new photographs of her and help her prepare for the rendezvous.
“I look good in purple, so I got this purple teddy.”
“I could imagine he likes the see-through, so I got one of those too.”
Her giddy behavior really tested my wife’s patience. Every third sentence, my wife had to tell her to calm down.
“You don’t need to prepare this… Calm down! …for the guy when you should be thinking about… Calm down! …what you should tell him. If he really cares about you, then he won’t… Calm down! …tell you to put on something like that anyway…”
Since she was out of her mind, my wife and I insisted that she should prepare a list of questions related to the future of their relationship to discuss with him.
The drama never ended!
Moving in for the Kill (Sunday, September 16, 2018)
So the day before Rhianna went to Bigtown, she told my wife lots of questions she wanted to ask the guy and she also prepared an itinerary of what she’s going to do.
The night before she left, at 1:00 in the morning, Rhianna sent my wife a string of messages, saying, “I don’t want to go to Bigtown because if I ask him all these questions, I know he’ll have a quarrel with me.” Then she started to make up excuses, bulverize, and obfuscate.
“I don’t really think he’s that much of a match for me…”
I don’t think he’s enough for me…”
“I won’t go there to meet him.”
Rolling over in bed, I asked my wife, “Okay… How can she possibly shift from being sooo zany-pants excited to meet this guy, to deciding not to go? She’s a total mess! Just ignore her from now on.”
My wife didn’t reply to her until the next morning. Rhianna didn’t check her messages until noon.
When she replied later in the day, she said she still went to Bigtown. The guy called her when she was on the bus to Bigtown and said, “Don’t expect to have a long-term relationship with me. I cannot have a long-term relationship with you.” So Rhianna was very upset about that and sent another long string of texts to us to express her inner turmoil.
We didn’t hear anything more from Rhianna for a couple days.
The next post (Part 5) will tell what happened in Bigtown, and finish with a conclusion of this series.
Meditations on our interactions with Rhianna eventually culminated in a number of posts.
- Σ Frame: Why do Christian women have the reputation of being whores? (2019 February 23)
- Σ Frame: Hitting a glorified nerve at Patheos (2019 March 4)
- Σ Frame: Christian vs. Non-Christian Women – A Negligeeable Difference (2019 March 20)
- Σ Frame: What is glorification? (2019 March 23)