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Obviously my vote is that my wife joins in. We banter back and forth and we both can tell a good dirty joke.

Most recent one was

Me: what do women and air planes have in common?

Her: no idea, what?

Me: they both have a cock pit.

Her: nice! "now that you're in my cock pit, mind if I eject?"

We keep stuff like this going.

When I was starting to date, my grandfather told me to one.. Never stop dating your wife.. Two.. Never let the communication die.. And three.. Never let the laughter die.

We argue, we occasionally fight. But in the end we make each other happy, we make each other laugh, and we make sure both of us have our needs and most of our wants met.

Even before I took the red pill, I noticed something: women seem drawn to chaos. They ridicule men who value peace by calling them:

• Boring
• Selfish
• Lame
• And more...

It’s not hard to figure out — if you value your peace, then finding a partner who feels the same should be a win. But instead, we’ve got the vast majority of women acting like peace is something shameful. Like calm is a disease. If you mock people for wanting peace, then let’s call it what it is: you don’t value peace. You thrive in chaos.

This isn’t new for me. Middle school was when I first noticed how manipulative girls could be. High school only proved the point. Most of the fights I saw? Girls. And I’d skip lunch some days just to avoid sitting near girls who spent the whole time gossiping, scheming, and planning drama like it was a group project.

That’s when I accepted it: peace doesn’t exist in a woman’s world. If she’s not starting chaos, she’s stuck in the middle of it. And the kicker? She’ll act like it just “happened” to her — like she’s the victim, not the one lighting the fuse.

It’s not about avoiding conflict — it’s about needing it. Needing the attention, the validation, the spotlight. That’s the real addiction.