If a woman cheats on you, there is only one acceptable response:
And don’t look back.
Anything else is accommodation.
For if you decide to “stand by” and “support” your cheating ho, you’ll have doomed yourself to being a second class man in her eyes.
Female infidelity is the septic tank of shit tests. Trying to “pass” this shit test within the boundaries of a relationship will only cover you in liquid shit. If a woman knows she can get away with cucking you, there’s no end to the mischief she’ll visit on your dignity. The surefire way to lose a woman’s respect is to forgive her cheating. You will forever be that pitiable beta spittoon who stood by her side soothing her worries and relieving her guilt after she opened her furrow to another man’s plough. You set yourself up as a man for whom no woman’s insult to his pride is too great to endure.
“Ladies night out with some random men in tow? Of course my boyfriend is cool with it! He forgave my cheating.”
“Getting drunk with my boss at an after-work function? Of course my boyfriend is cool with it! He forgave my cheating.”
“Attending an underwear and dildo party with a casting couch director? Of course my boyfriend is cool with it! He forgave my cheating.”
“Getting pregnant while on a two-week ‘business trip’ in Ibiza alone and telling my boyfriend it’s his? Of course he’s cool with it! He forgave my cheating.”
There’s no turning a ho into a loyal harem primary. You could Game her into a more compliant and respectful lover, but the stink of her infidelity, and your disgrace, will waft over the detente. No real love can find purchase in that poisoned ground.
Remind yourself that female cheating never occurs in an emotional vacuum, or without downstream consequences. (Male cheating often does occur in an emotional vacuum, because of the male psychological wiring predisposing to visual-triggered arousal and polygyny when the option is available.)
If she cheats because she’s impulsive, then what’s stopping her from giving in to her urges again? If she cheats because she is horny for the alpha fux to supplement your beta bux, then how will you feel knowing that your worth as a man to her is as an asexual sounding board with a wallet? If she cheats to fill a romantic void, then she likely had a long emotional affair accompanied by nightly fantasies before she physically consummated her infidelity, in which case you would be tolerating and forgiving not one isolated cheating event, but months and perhaps years worth of emotional betrayal, creating a horrible imbalance of power that will corrupt any attempts to salvage the relationship. Very rarely will women cheat spontaneously and out of the blue if their relationships bristle with sexual polarity.
A reader asks,
What about beating the shit out of her?
Scoundrels would argue that’s an option for a more enlightened age in the past. But we’ve regressed as a society, so the best move is to move on, and leave her to suffer the fallout by herself.
Another reader suggests the playa protocol (aka the “I don’t give a shit about her feelings anymore” full throttle pump and dump alternative),
Ah might I suggest banging her sister or best friend? Takes some good frame control to be sure but it is one way to do it…or for the hardcore men her mother.
Make lemonade out of sour pussies.
Banging another woman within the social orbit of your cheating ho is the MOAB of Dread Game. You drop that explosive load and you’ll wipe the patronizing smirk right offa dat ho’s mug.
Ghosting on a cheater is for men who had good intentions and wanted to get serious with the girl. If you’ve made a bad investment, cut your losses because that slutstock will never rise again….for you. But if you’re just playing around with a girl and you discover she cheated on you, the option remains to continue fucking her, if she’s still putting out and you double bag it. I have done this once with a fling; we had a few great months of fucking, and then I came across evidence suggesting she may have cheated — although under the circumstances, I’m not sure it qualified as cheating since I never gave her promises of exclusivity. Anyhow, instead of confronting her about her whoring, I ignored it and continued the Plow Protocol, knowing it would end soon. The important detail was that it would end on my timetable. Three weeks later, after loading her up with a few more gallons of souljuice, (and sensing by her erratic behavior that the time to move was then), I told her I couldn’t see it working out, and that she was great but she wasn’t the one. Her face instantly morphed from distracted indifference to twisted rage. WHAAAT, she bellowed, are you taking about? You’re not good for me, I said. Red-faced, she fumed, Whatever, maybe you should know I’ve been cheating on you! Eyebrows raised half-staff, I feigned mild surprise. Ok, then no harm no foul. This works out for both of us.
The key to really sticking the shiv under the skin of a cheater is state control. You knew she was like that, you didn’t care, the fucking was great regardless, but there was no way she would be anything more than a fun time for you.