Let’s talk about the type of man who drinks like it’s a sport, lies like it’s a hobby, uses women like accessories — and still manages to think he’s better than everyone else.
You know the one.
He’s loud. He’s bitter. He throws around judgments like he’s been nominated for sainthood — usually while slurring his words and smelling like bad decisions.
This one’s for him.
And for everyone who’s ever had to survive someone like him.
The Barstool Prophet
He drinks almost daily.
He can’t name the last time he apologized to anyone and meant it.
But if you have a struggle — especially one he doesn’t relate to — suddenly, he’s Dr. Phil with a shot glass.
Addiction? “They’re weak.”
Therapy? “It’s for the broken.”
Boundaries? “That’s just being selfish.”
All while his life is a full-blown dumpster fire of contradictions.
Entitlement
He thinks he deserves respect just for existing.
He thinks past trauma gives him a pass to treat people like garbage.
He thinks dating means owning.
He doesn’t offer love — he offers possession.
And if you resist? He’ll call you crazy, bitter, or a slut.
But let him screw up and suddenly he’s “going through a lot.”
Spoiler alert: we all are. You’re just not special because you’re reckless.
The Hypocrisy Is Olympic-Level
He’ll tell you drug users are trash — while holding a drink in one hand and your self-esteem in the other.
He’ll shame women for sex work — while having them saved in his contacts under fake names.
He’ll act like your standards are the problem — because accountability burns when you’ve been avoiding it for 20 years.
He doesn’t want a partner.
He wants a punching bag with a pretty face.
Red Flag? He’s the Whole Parade.
And the worst part? He truly doesn’t see it.
He thinks everyone else is the problem.
He thinks if people “just listened” to him, things would be fine.
He thinks he’s misunderstood, not misaligned.
But let’s be real: if every relationship ends in chaos, the common denominator is you, sir. Not the five women you slandered after they escaped.
If You’re With a Guy Like This…
Run. Or at least take a hard look at the reality behind the charm.
You can’t fix him.
You can’t outlove his ego.
You can’t be the reason he heals when he doesn’t even admit he’s hurt.
You can only choose you — and choose better.
If You
Are
This Guy…
Congratulations. You’re not better than anyone — just louder in your denial.
The women you blame are healing.
The people you judge are growing.
And you’re still sitting in the same barstool, telling the same story, to an audience that stopped caring years ago.
It’s not too late to grow up. But it starts with shutting up and showing up.
Until next time,
