As if anyone is surprised, Papa II has reminded me why I don’t backtrack and why I stopped dating Israeli men. Apparently, his sheeple time bomb went off and he’s “not attracted to” me anymore. What has actually happened is that he has a thing for his therapist (Jewish, feminist) and I would be in the way.
He doesn’t see how the woman is manipulating him by saying that he “chooses relationships that are doomed to fail”. Of course, she is referring to his relationship with me, which she must think is unhealthy because I am not Jewish.
She has also gone so far as to say that she loves him and feels they have a special bond. A legitimately mentally challenged person could see where this was going, and would probably see their way to telling their caretaker that their therapist was creepy…but oh well. She’s female, so it just cannot be that she is abusing her position in order to seduce vulnerable soldiers under stress. Oh my goodness no.
If he’s dumb enough to fall for it, then I’m darwinian enough to let him.
You may ask why I’m being so free with the details in this one. Well, it is a part of my new “no mercy” policy. No Israeli man has ever had mercy on me or cared enough about my feelings to hold back a whit when trampling them, so I have no more mercy for them. Even Shai, in his way, has failed in this. When we went platonic, he simply could not understand why I would be upset by never being able to have sex with the man I loved the most ever again. Perhaps unconsciously, he said things to make me feel bad for wanting sex.
Especially after some truth time at the Chateau I no longer believe men are served well at all by women, especially non feminist women being silent about our feelings…about what it is to be a woman who is a woman living under the feminreich. Women are not served well by this either.
When we encounter a man who has been broken to the point that he enjoys being victimized, and would dump a woman who loved him and who supposedly he loved in favor of a harpy who is the very definition of a glaring red light, something is dreadfully wrong with this culture.
Now, on the one hand, I have to deal with the sheep cooties. My wishful thinking or perhaps pure desperation for any kind of affection, blinded me to the signs. He is actually very self pitying, and thrown off course by things that wouldn’t be an excuse to someone from another culture. In every way except maybe certain perversions that are different from the norm, he is a typical Israeli “fob”. That’s basically an ars just of the Eastern European variety.
I feel kinda stupid and yet sort of fascinated by my own capacity for self deceit. This though, is exactly why I shouldn’t go without sex for too long.
Well, lesson learned. Maybe I’ll find another nice Scottish guy, bonus if he’s intact, and not screw it up this time.
Anyway, the ceremonial burning of the lies (love letters from him) will take place tomorrow at sundown. At that point, I will hopefully begin to even forget his name, but not the lesson.
