The right woman for me, is he the of women the psycho b**** who I would murder does not like, who does not like the psycho b****. Youn know what I mean?

Say there is a woman I hate for one (good) reason or another, whether it’s that she fucked with me too long the wrong way. The b**** rubbed me the wrong way, and now I wish I could cut her ugly head off and go bowling with it. I hate her and I hate everyone she knows. OKAY. Say here’s another woman there and the b**** is the type who doesn’t like her, has the ability of make her cry. Chances are good I am genuinely going to like her, and she is going to genuinely like me. A lot. She is a different type of woman. My type. Not stressful, not drama inducing just for the sake of it, to the point that it gives me murderous rage, which is not cool. I do not like being worked into a murderous rage “just because”. Because she likes drama a lot. That pisses me off more than anything in the world. Like I said it gives me murderous rage. Which I honestly have not felt in a long time. Many, many years, because I can spot it and I avoid it.

But it’s not to say I hate “women” in general. I love women. I would kill myself if women didn’t exist. Good women.