That's right. They want to be told what to do! You're the man; they do as you say. I'm going to regale you with a tale of shitty women and how they made me mad! Now, you might be saying right now, "Dustin, why are all your blogs about women?"



I like women.

Anyways, let us begin at the beginning. There was this girl, for blog's sake let's call her Shenuiqa. Shenuiqa was a lovely short white girl of about 130 lbs. She was probably the cutest thing I've ever seen. Freckles, brown hair, busty. So, I decided to pursue Shenuiqa. Being fooled by her girlish looks I assumed she was oh-so-innocent and exactly my type! I love an innocent woman. Who doesn't, right? ANYWAY! After forming a relationship with this girl, I decided to ask her out. (2 or 3 weeks ago) SUCCESS!

Okay, so, we were happy. Until I found out she had a drinking problem. That's right. Cute little Shenuiqa had a drinking problem. To fully understand how much I hate drinking, you would have to understand the situation my grandfather and my family are in. http://www.vutales.vuii.co.uk/blog/1327/1/This-is-probably-a-little-more-deep-and-serious-than-you-guys-are-used-to.html explains it pretty thoroughly. My grandfather was intoxicated when all of that happened. Now, I confronted her about this. I told her why I didn't like drinking and I asked her to please be careful and told her I was worried about her drinking so much. She said she would be careful and cut back. That was totally fine with me, until one day when I received this text message:

Her: Hey, I'm going to a party tonight.
Me: Alright, babe. Be careful.
Her: I will be. Are you worried?
Me: Yeah, just a little but don't worry about it. I'll be fine.
Her: Why shouldn't I worry about it? You deserve to be happy.
Me: I'm happy if you're happy. Nothing else matters.
Her: You need to stop doing that. The way you feel does matter.
Me: No, it doesn't. I'm always going to worry about something. I'm just trying to be the guy you deserve. Well, as close as I can get to the guy you deserve.
Her: Stop being so nice!
Me: Heh, no.
Her: Well, Dustin I don't think we should be together.
Me: What? Why?
Her: I want you to be happy and I don't think I deserve someone as nice and understanding as you...
Me: You're not honestly breaking up with me over something so stupid, are you?
Her: Well, you make me feel like shit for being me. You always say you aren't happy but as long as I am it doesn't matter. I feel like I'm depriving you of your happiness or something.
Me: I am happy. I might not be happy with that stuff but I'm trying my hardest to not care.
Her: Well, I just don't think it's going to work out.

Dumped for being understanding and nice. What the fuck is that? I mean, I never said I was unhappy. I just said the way I feel doesn't matter. God, women are so dependent. They need to be bossed around and told what to do. Fuck. If only I had ordered she stop drinking to make me happy. Oh wait, then I'm changing her. I honestly don't know what's going on. Some women are stupid.