B. Lorenzo Buckinchere
Apr 28, 2024
There is an old saying; âhell hath no fury quite like the scorn of a woman.â It really is true. But the real question is, what have I done to deserve their scorn?
While attending high school in Jamaica, I never had much luck talking to girls. They would always give me mixed signals, lead me on, and waste my time. Before ultimately rejecting me over something as shallow and minuscule as my weight, in favor of dating thugs and idiots.
During my early twenties, I lived in a Brooklyn ghetto, where a majority of people had more or less the same type of mentality, but in a different form. Not long after, I decided that her juice is just not worth the squeeze, and resigned myself to a life of bachelorhood.
Eventually, I moved to Los Angeles, where I enjoyed a few good years of privacy as a reclusive bachelor. About one year, and a half into my new life, I started to notice that women were staring at me in public. They were not smiling, or being respectful in the way they express interest, like they do with other guys. They would just stand there, staring silently. Some of them actually looked crossed.
At this point, I was just about turning 30, and didnât want to waste any more time on false leads. I already developed a complex where I feel like they wouldnât like me. So, I figured I would save us both the trouble by avoiding contact altogether. But to my surprise, that is when they would approach me. Is it my age, or location? Perhaps a little of both?
Why are they approaching me now, after I have already made up my mind to avoid contact with any of them? They donât want you when you are chasing them. But as soon as you either settle down and go steady, or call it quits, that is when they suddenly decide that they want to push themselves onto you. What the hell is wrong with people?
If only their interest in me was genuine, but I am sure itâs not. Many of them only wanted to lead me on, just so they could shoot me down when I chased them. When I didnât chase them, they found more subtle ways to reject me regardless. For example, they might fix their hair with their left hand after I have already seen them write with their right hand. They only use their left hand whenever I am around, just to make sure I see the ring.
Another nasty tactic of theirs would be to act like they are searching for something on their phones. Making sure to come across a picture they took with some guy they want me to assume is their boyfriend. And after my final job in New York dealing with bitchy colleagues, I figured that I just about had it up to here with women. I am not through with them, but I am also not going to chase them, you can be certain of that.
Those mean tactics really used to get to me in my twenties. But now I cannot help but to laugh at how pathetic they all are. Imagine having to resort to using the allure of platonic conversation, to lure someone who is clearly NOT interested, into a rejection trap. That is how deep it runs with them. Are you able to trust a creature such as this? If she can set you up for unwarranted rejection, she can also set you up to get robbed and shot. I already told you that her poison juice is not worth the squeeze.
I accept that thatâs just the way they are. It would be bad enough if she doesnât like me, I donât like her either, and we simply leave it at that. It would be bad enough like I said. And at this point, it would actually be kind of cool to be honest. But do you know what really puzzles me? Why do they stare at someone they neither like, nor respect? Here is my theory.
Women tend to compartmentalize different men in their heads based on several factors, such as money, status, and physical appearance. Whether or not they know they are compartmentalizing you, that is exactly what they are doing. Now, me personally? I am a large black man. Not only that but, letâs just say that there is more of me to love. Oh yea, one more thing. I am not a stupid ghetto thug out here acting a fool. Those factors alone would make me instantly unattractive to ghetto girls, and worthy only of mockery in their eyes.
If there is one thing you should know about me, it is that I, B. Lorenzo Buckinchere, do not kowtow to societal expectations. I have my own plans for being alive, and I wasnât born for this shit. That statement alone would be fighting words, sure to make a lot of enemies. My no-nonsense approach to life is not something I need tattooed to my forehead in order to make it known. People are highly perceptive, and they can pick up on these things. It is written all over my body language, whether, or not I was always aware of it. Not that I intend to change it, because I am not hiding from anybody.
They have created a social pecking order in their heads, and place you where they think you belong based on looks and financial status. Based on how they perceive me, they expected me to be some kind of a desperate incel, out here simping for female validation. But when she sees that I donât even notice her, she starts to worry. She worries because I have single-handedly destroyed her ego, along with her delusions, and nothing in her world makes sense anymore.
She also fears that I, who she looks down on so much, could possibly go out and find another woman who is undoubtedly kinder, prettier and classier than she will ever be. Only to come back and rub it in her face. Worse than that, she is afraid that I could actually settle down, and find happiness with someone special. And that our love will serve as a good example for a happy relationship while she is still stuck in the ghetto with the stupid derelict thug.
Or worse, as a single mother after her boyfriend is either killed, or sent to prison. She is a narcissistic attention whore who is ruled by the spirit of jezebel. The last thing she wants is for the public to bear witness to the fact that someone she considers as being worthy of nothing but ridicule can actually go out and do better than her. Think of all the other men she ridicules who can be helped by the example of my success story.
Whether or not I actually have those intentions. Those scenarios with me and another woman, is still a vivid reality in her head. They keep her awake at night, and motivate her to try and drop subtle hints of rejection in my subconscious every time she encounters me. She hopes to assassinate my future chances for happiness by shooting my confidence in the present moment.
She is further motivated when she realizes that she will; âlook like a punk out here in these streets,â if she feels like I dissed her, and she didnât do anything about it. So then she attacks me to defend her street cred, and also her ego so she can sleep well at night.
All these things, and God alone knows what else could possibly be running through her head, and all I want is to live a happy and hedonistic existence on my own terms. She can dish it, but she cannot take it. And the very thought of getting rejected herself is unacceptable to her. Sometimes, you just have to let evil people stew in their own miserable juices. Which is exactly what will happen when everything they have planned for you, backfires.
Thankfully, not all women are like that. I have been very fortunate to have met some truly amazing women these past 20 years, and in some of the most unexpected places at that. They too are outcasts, so they know exactly what it feels like to be ostracized by the world. And we have made a pact that in our world, there will be nothing but love. They help make the duty and obligation that I have to reject evil women far more bearable than it otherwise would have been. They are a beacon of light to the world, and to the future, and they have given me hope.
