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EVERY relationship I've been in has been a maze of head games, tests and trials. What's OK today is not OK tomorrow, and "what have you done for me lately." My weaknesses were highlighted, and my strengths minimalized. I stood on the precipice of "you're not good enough for me anymore," every day.

I'm judged by the thickness of my wallet, and "generosity" is a code-work for how much I will spend on you. Ever heard, "Make him write bad checks."

I'm measured by the size of the rock I can put on your finger, or the square footage of the SUV I can let you run people off the road with while you talk on the cell phone I pay for.

A woman's love is conditional, and the conditions seem to change with her mood. I've pondered the wisdom of putting any reliance on the whimsy of feminine emotion, and so far it's coming up short.

I enjoy flirting, affection, kissing, and love sex, but most women put conditions on those things; sometimes strings, sometimes chains. They are dangled like carrots on a string, and we are rewarded according to how well we meet an ever changing set of rules.

Well I have come to the point where I'd rather do without. I'm not ashamed of testosterone, facial hair, sweat, or my natural in-born need of sexual satisfaction.

I am what I am and who I am. Women can be what they are and who they are, but don't try to make me a trained pet; I won't have it.

I want to know what you can do for me. I'm a man of means and substance. I have sweated and bled for my family and convictions, and I will not be judged by you.

What do you have to offer me besides sex?

The feminist agenda has pushed laws which make me guilty until proven innocent of all sorts of violence and wickedness, merely because I was born with a penis.

If you want to know who is to blame for the sad state of affairs between the sexes, go look in the mirror. You have taken away every advantage for me to marry, and still have the gall to wonder why we see no profit in doing it.