This is a rant I've been meaning to make for a while, and something I learned today set me off enough to make a post.

So, my husband and I decided to be very nice people and let a friend of my husband's move in with us so he can obtain American citizenship, something this guy has dreamed about his whole life. No, husband didn't coerce me to agree. I, an absolutely fucking idiot, thought it'd be great, and that we were doing a good deed for someone who wants a better life. We both ignored the red flags, and had no idea what a pathetic, bratty, whiny, useless excuse of a"man" this guy is.

I could go on about our problems with him, but I would like my rant to focus on his attitude around women, as this is why I came to Ovarit to rant. He is a 34 year old virgin who has not really dated a single woman. I felt bad for him when I first learned this. He is a nice enough guy, and while unattractive (at least in my opinion) he has good hygiene and is very tall, which a lot of women like I guess. Then I got to know him.

He offers no value. He can't cook. He pays us to cook. Husband does the majority of the cooking and cleaning so whatever. He can't drive. Husband has to drive him places. He didn't even know how to do his own laundry when he first got here. He actually compares us to his parents multiple times. Us two, who are younger than he, are his parents placeholder. He has the worse anxiety I've ever seen, lowest self esteem, too. My husband loses respect for him quickly. Realizes we fucked up. And we start noticing his misogyny. He mentions a woman in his past who decided to get with a "total douche bag" instead of a nice guy like he is. He mentions frequenting 4chan a lot. You know, standard incel shit. I start to tell husband I think we have a literal incel in our home. I feel icky at him being around my younger friends, and refuse to invite them over if he's there. But still, I thought, maybe I'm being too harsh. He has never been creepy toward me, and I could be just too online and putting an image on him that doesn't really exist.

Cut to this past week.

He went to an event for his specific career interest and met a woman. She gives him her number. He tells my husband, and husband enthusiastically tells him to go for it. But he hems and haws. She's "older", and "not his type" he complains. Husband is getting annoyed fast, tells Loser that he doesn't really get to be picky. Loser gets annoyed with husband, and tells husband he doesn't want to date someone he doesn't immediately click with. Husband repeats he is past the point he can be picky. You know what Loser says? Loser tells my husband he has a specific dream girl, and Loser will show my husband a picture of this dream girl later. Lmao. LMAO. Husband mentioned this part of the conversation to me today. And.... what the absolute fucking audacity. We looked up the woman who asked him out and she's very pretty. Too good for him for sure. But she's not enough? Not his ideal dream girl? Lmao. LMAO. Husband was stunned. Loser never showed this picture of this so called dream girl to husband, but I can guess that she's below 25, super hot and ready to be his sexy mommy forever and realistically would never in a gazillion years be with a man like him.

Anyway, he'll be gone by next week and hopefully never in our lives again. The moral of the story: Never pity men. Trust your gut. And NEVER give unattractive men a chance. They all deserve to die ugly and alone.