Don't try to save LSE chicks.
My girlfriend in my early 20s (when I was young, AFC and stupid) was really lacking in that dept. to say the least:
- I tried to get her back to school, but she always felt she wasn't good enough. She saw the work other students did, and never felt she was good enough. She dropped out. We argued, I tried to convince her to go back - she broke my nose.
Other things that happened in the relationship were things ranging from constant sh*t tests to full out psychotic behaviour at the worst:
- she was really jealous of my sister; she used to ask me questions like, if I had a choice to save her or my sister from a life threatening situation, who would I pick? I said that wasn't a fair question, we argued, she popped me one.
- she used to start arguments at parties in front of my friends; if people weren't paying her enough attention she often ended up starting arguments. One ended up in me getting hoofed in the nuts, and her throwing a bottle at my best friend's head, and punching him in the face.
- I was playing jazz on the piano at a family get together and she slammed the piano lid on my hands out of jealousy and then stormed out, leaving my entire family with their mouths hanging open in shock.
- One time we were at a bar with my sister, and some slimeball starts hitting on my sis. She rebuffed him but he wouldn't let up. I stepped in and put an end to it, not violently, but needless to say, the guy backed the f*ck off. My then girlfriend got all jealous of the protection I exhibited for my sister, and in her messed up mind equated that to me loving my sister more than her. She started a big argument with my sister and me, she flung her handbag at me.
She left and went back to my apartment. My sister and I followed. She had locked us both out and wouldn't let us in. My sister tried to talk sense to her through the door, and my girlfriend started shrieking at the top of her lungs, calling my sis and me every name in the books. This was so loud, even the neighbours started coming out into the hallway. Someone called the police and she ended up getting a warning.
This all happened in under the span of a year and a few months.
I was young, stupid and AFC, but needless to say, I dumped the hor and learned a very valuable lesson. I unfortunately wasted over a year on this broad and sacrificed a good chunk of my best years (21-22 years old).
This is not only the hallmark of a LSE girl, but also the flaws that modern feminism has churned up in creating this spoiled, whacked out generation of females.
A LOT more young girls behave like this than you realise, and it doesn't matter if you are AFC or DJ or whatever, you simply cannot have a normal relationship with them. The only plus about being a DJ in this situation is that you likely wouldn't get involved with such a f*cked up hoe in the first place, much less spend over a year of your life with the c*nt.
You young 'uns better learn to recognise the signs of a f*cked up b*tch like this and run for your life if you come across one, that's all I can say. That's over a year of my life that I coulda been DJing, pissed down the toilet on a f*cking skank-b*tch-c*nt.