An article about finding your ideal partner that will put everything in its place. Everyone should read it.
In nature, there are only three types of women: girls-daughters, girls-sisters, and girls-mothers. The same situation with men: sons, brothers, and daddies. And they all harmoniously coexist with each other strictly in pairs.
Sugar daddies are looking for daughters. Glamorous pussycats who are incapable of earning a penny or cooking an egglet. They want to feel like patrons, protectors, and sometimes even masters. They enjoy understanding a woman’s dependence on themselves and their importance in this regard. For her or in general.
Brothers need sisters with whom they can go to the mountains and into the snow in tents, on a snowboard, and with a parachute. They need to dig a summer house, build a business, share household chores in half, and watch football or their favorite TV series together with beer or freshly squeezed juice. They like to feel a shoulder, equal contribution to the family, and unanimity in everything.
Sons need mothers because their own mothers are not eternal, their bosses are mean and bite, there is so much interesting stuff on TV and the Internet, and they do not know how to do anything from choosing a haircut to heating soup from the refrigerator.
Naturally, they need a responsible person who will take all this upon herself. And Mommy will be happy that she is needed, that he will not go anywhere, that without her he will die, and she is firmly convinced that asking a man to cook is wasting food; sending him to the store for pork and cabbage means getting a package of smoked bacon and a bag of frozen broccoli; floors and dishes will still have to be washed after him; and in general, men are few; they need to be protected.
Idyllic, right? Everyone is happy. But what is going on?
Almost all of the three types of men fall for the pussycat. The main function of a woman-daughter is to look attractive—it works great. Then she begins to choose from the proposed ones the ones she needs. And in this matter, she is the smartest of all three; she will never lose!
At best, she won’t notice her son; at worst, with a disgusted expression on her face, she’ll ask him to step aside and breathe in the other direction. He, experiencing acute pain in the ass, will burst into a squeal throughout the Internet or his immediate environment about what selfish bitches women are who don’t know how to appreciate spiritual qualities. Brothers can be quite stubborn and are sometimes able to win the heart of a pussycat. But then they start having problems.
Housework is on him, earnings are on him, and there is nothing to talk about. They want to relax in different places and have fun with different people; she irritates his friends, and he does not impress her girlfriends. The result is somewhat predictable: divorce, a fight for property and children. He shouts, “Women are bitches; I will be a bachelor.” She counts the pieces of property that were not hers that were awarded and aims for a new candidate.
A woman-sister looks completely different from a pussycat. She most likely wears jeans and has comfortable shoes and a bag. Her hair is in a ponytail or braid, and makeup is moderate or absent. Her eyes sparkle, she knows how to joke, you can talk to her for hours about everything in the world, and she often has a great figure.
To win such a woman, you need to impress her so that she respects the man. Daddy has something to impress her with. But the family usually doesn’t get it. An easygoing sister will slam the door in response to the first “you’re not going anywhere” and attempt to dominate.
Sons are also sometimes lucky enough to get into the flow of her interest, for example, if she is a gamer or role-player, or maybe she is crazy about poems in her honor. She can even be lured into a family with such a baby. She is tolerant and optimistic, believes that his mother is doing everything wrong, and believes that once he is taken away from his mother, she will establish new rules.
Everything falls apart in about two years when the stubborn sister finally gets tired of asking her husband in vain to get off the couch and help with the housework. When she gets tired of forcing him to change his job to a better-paying one or at least y b. When she despairs of dragging him out into nature or tearing him away from the monitor or TV. She files for divorce, and her son is left blinking his eyes in a silent question: “What happened? Everything was so wonderful!”
Almost no one likes mothers right away. They are invisible in appearance; their interests are purely feminine: cooking, sewing, and knitting; planting flower beds; cherishing cats; and in general, she is one of those who insists that beauty is not the main thing in a woman. She is not visible from a car on the sidewalk; she does not appear in wealthy society. Even if a sugar daddy crosses paths with her somewhere, it is impossible to interest him in her: she cannot proudly present herself to business partners at a buffet, she does not know how to spend money on herself, she tries to intercept the flag of care and drives him to white heat with text messages during protracted negotiations.
If Daddy is unlucky enough to marry such a woman, he will take a mistress who will start to fleece him financially, will feel like Hercules, and will send his wife to divorce. Naked, barefoot, and will take away the children if he needs them. Brother is bored with Mommy.
You can’t discuss the latest car models, you can’t watch football, his friends at home make her nervous, and when he goes to the mountains alone, she almost packs a pot of borscht for him to take with him, puts on his underwear with fleece, a scarf, and mittens; in short, the men will find out—they will laugh.
With tears and lamentation, she prevents him from risking his health and spending money on a hobby. She insists on an urgent return home to the family and nags if fishing and not fussing with the brood are her plans for Saturday and Sunday. The brother quickly notices that she has stopped taking care of herself; her figure, skin, and hair have deteriorated, and they have nothing in common: he dreams of a new car, and she dreams of a third child, and these two concepts are incompatible with his salary.
In the end, he leaves, pays Alimon, and avoids meeting her gaze, because deep down he is still ashamed. And she hates him, the ungrateful one, with all her soul for leaving the children and family and ruining her life.
Sound familiar? And many of you, my friends, are fed up with them—not your couples. That’s why you write and moan about how women are all selfish or ugly, and men are all weaklings or assholes. Because, my friends, you need to look for someone based on your needs! Understand yourself, what makes you happy, and look away from that cute person who is in no way suitable for you as a couple, so as not to yell at the pussycat when she turned out to be no mommy, and at your son—that he is not fit to be your brother.
You don’t get angry at every pair of shoes in the store that aren’t your size and aren’t the right style. You don’t rush to criticize the sausage you don’t need: why the hell isn’t it made from cabbage and even dares to exist on sale? Leave each other alone, and don’t try to use people for other purposes, because while you’re pushing your line and trying to remake your wrong pair for yourself, somewhere your pair and he are suffering from loneliness and mismatch with someone else.
