cishet ethnic/brown burger
male here. I don't have a GF but when I did I was sort of stressed out, it was a mixed experience. She was a radlib/feminist but also an ex raver who had done alot of drugs and she was into new agey "spirituality" and shit. She went to grad school. We got in a lot of debates about politics because I was an anti idpol commie and she was an intersectional liberal who was an unironic Elon Musk stan.
She was also bisexual who had gotten bullied in school for being LGBT. Also she was like a quarter native and liked to identify as indigenous even though she was literally blonde and looked totally white. But she dyed her hair red. She said she didn't want to be a blonde because she associated it with cheerleader stacies (not her words, paraphrasing) who had bullied her in private christian school and somehow thought it made her too "aryan"/white or fascist somehow. She had a weird self hating complex about wanting to identify as native but looking ultrawhite.
When she wasn't in an anxiety mood or rage, she was surprisingly humble and kind for a girl that hot. She was like a solid 9/10. Once she showed me a picture of when she was 19 and a raver, and she was even hotter back then (like 10/10 body and 11/10 face), like she could have been an A list actress or porn star or something, made Bella Thorne look like a 5.
She smoked a lot of weed. We got in a debate about whether or not weed was good for a baby, because I thought maybe we'd get married someday and have kids (stupid, I know, but I loved her) and she kept arguing that weed was good for a baby and made it smarter, and that women could still get pregnant in their 50s. She was actually smart but had these weird ass beliefs about certain things. I mean this woman had a fucking masters degree and she could've been an official therapist or something, and she had these beliefs - weird.
We were both really into electronic music, esp. drum and bass and she took me to a rave on the beach with her friends. Privately she was really into BDSM and wanted to get tied to the bed and spanked and choked and nipples pinched and shit. She told me her fantasy was to be a housewife who got spanked with a paddle, and that if we ever got a house we should build a sex dungeon in the basement for her. Also she said she'd deny it if I ever told anyone.She was probably the horniest woman I've ever dated, if it was up to her we'd have sex like five times a day. She came really easily too, so i'd have to try to eat her out and fuck her in a way which didn't stimulate her clit too much otherwise she'd cum in like 3-5 minutes and it would take me like 10 more minutes (minimum) to cum. She couldn't multi orgasm, she was one and done, but she'd be down to do it again after like a few hours. Sometimes she let me cum in her no condom when she was on her period, but otherwise usually made me wear a condom. She said she didn't believe in birth control pills because it caused women's pheromonal attraction to be screwed up (which is true). I probably should have worn a condom every time because she later found out she had HPV from an ex so i guess i have it now too. She was pretty noisy in bed. Like moaning, even full out screaming sometimes when she came. After sex she'd tell me that's why she doesn't talk to her neighbors because she'd be embarrassed by the fact that they heard her moans at night. She was really good at sex, not just BJ's but also PIV, she'd often do kegels/pussy clenches when I was cumming to enhance it more by making it tighter, one time she did it when I wasn't wearing a condom and it felt unbelievably good.
She really didn't like certain chores like doing the dishes for some reason. She'd sometimes have mental breakdowns where she'd start crying because she was afraid that the climate apocalypse was going to kill us all and turn our planet into Venus. She also accused me of being a workaholic. Eventually it ended when she cheated on me with her ex. She came back sheepishly a few months later and wanted to get back together. We had sex
a few more times after that but then it ended again. Her cheating on me lead me to not trust women anymore, even after I demanded she delete and block her ex's number from the phone after I found out she refused. I was willing to forgive her but she didn't want to budge at all.
This whole experience taught me the value of having a mentally stable partner, despite our compatibility in many ways, liking the same stuff, etc. Her mental state was really a drain the whole experience, dealing with her strange anxieties was really taxing, I think she literally had an anxiety disorder. I guess the old stereotype about "hot and crazy" has some basis in fact.
TBH now I just want to meet a woman thats stable and loves me and won't cheat. I really don't know how to talk to women or where to find them nowdays though.