Across the internet, but especially places like /r9k/, there flourishes a delusional belief that your pure virgin QT waifu is waiting for you somewhere, locked up in her bedroom just like you are, addicted to video games, anime, and pizza rolls. Only with enough hope and patience can you finally meet this crown jewel, this exception in flesh to the law: "all women are like that."

I'm here today to remind those of you who know already, and to inform you who don't, that this belief is, in fact, a delusion. While it seemingly does not have any official name anywhere in the Manosphere, I've taken, for the sake of this post, to calling it the Tomoko Myth, named after the queen of dumb virgin manic-pixie fantasies herself, Kuroki Tomoko.

The character is unhygienic, awkward, and clingy to the point of obsession, and her ability to inadvertently sabotage herself in her desperate attempts to make friends is a source of comedy in the show. In theory these are not flaws but virtues, ensuring that she is lonely, and therefore, loyal; so she is a popular "waifu," and in many otaku, a role model for their ideal first girlfriend. After all, if you are the only guy she can "land" in a relationship, there is no Chad ideal with whom she can supplant you; there is no decidedly female action of swapping boyfriends like cars, replacing old with new, always chasing the superior model.

However, I live with a Tomoko, and I have for most of my life. I'm 22 years old and notwithstanding a brief period toward the end of high school, my 20 year-old sister Brooke and I have inhabited the same living spaces: first the family home, and after the divorce, our father's apartment. While I quite obviously have no experience with "my" particular Tomoko on the sexual level (sorry, Freud), I have wasted enough of my life on this sorry excuse of a human being that I feel almost morally obligated to write this warning, for any of you sorry, deluded men who are holding on to her as your last vestige of hope for romance in this life.

With all that said, this post is for the "NAWALTs" who are still sitting on the fence; surely there's someone out there for me, who shares my interests, who is loyal, pure, and conservative, not a turboslut in disguise. (Never mind the fact that Tomoko herself is an incel, who would slut it up on the CC if she only got the chance.) I'm here to tell you that it isn't true, that all women are like that, and that there are two types of girls in the world: sluts, and wannabe sluts. The only loyal girls are the ones who think they cannot get away with it. Furthermore, being an unhygienic, animal mess isn't nearly as endearing when you have to actually see it, smell it, and coexist with it.

Without further ado, here's what living with a Tomoko has been like for all my adult life. This is the person you've bene lusting after:

1. She is indeed a virgin. She had one relationship in high school, with the fattest, slobbiest guy in her grade, because she was too obsequious and weak-willed to turn him down even when she felt no romantic attraction to him at all. All other male attention has been platonic or hostile.
2. No makeup, "almost" no hygiene products. I know she uses the bare minimum of deodorant and tampons because organizing these things, throwing them out, and keeping them out of sight is far too difficult and taxing upon her fragile, "depressed" mental health.
3. Father complains that she has not done X, Y, or Z, usually some sort of basic chore like flushing the toilet after she has been sitting on it with her laptop for two hours, or doing the dishes after she burns eggs and onions into a non-stick pan. (Don't worry, this is one of the three dishes she knows how to make, after grilled cheese and tuna melts. I wasn't going to let you think she actually knows how to cook either, because she certainly doesn't.) Excuses include: "I only do this to annoy you." "Dad, maybe if you wouldn't bother me so much I wouldn't be so depressed." "Maybe if you weren't such a dick..."
4. Speaking of depression, this is why she wakes up at 3:30pm, and is always twenty minutes late for work scheduled to start at 4pm. It has nothing to do with going to bed at 7am after spending all night cackling at tumblr memes.
5. She has started adopting her tumblr friends' stray pets without telling dad, simply walking in sometimes with new cages, bottles, and food containers. Right now it's rats and hermit crabs. Before this phase her room smelled like moist sweaty rot, and now it smells like rat urine. It drives our dog absolutely insane; he is completely restless at night and cannot get very much sleep anymore.
6. There is a clear hierarchy in this house. If you take her word at face value then dad is at the the top, then her, then the dog, then her new pets, and then me at the very bottom. In reality she is the queen of the apartment, because he's a total doormat who threatens to throw her shit out or to kick her out, but who never follows through. I meanwhile am an invading force, and because I don't tolerate her nonsense, she "Fears for her life" when he is not around to protect her. Anytime he goes on a business trip she visits mom or sleeps over at a friend's house to avoid me, leaving me to keep the apartment in order.
7. Regarding me being at the bottom of the pecking order, she announces this openly and proudly in attempts to anger me. I have foolishly resorted to physical violence in the past, and she knows that her strength is in her weakness. That is to say that by playing the victim, she can send her flying monkeys after me by spinning stories about how dangerous I am.
8. When it comes to hearing amazing stories about myself, I also apparently raped her when I was 14.
9. One time she promised to walk the dog at 7am before work so I wouldn't have to do literally all the chores while dad was off on a camping trip with his Boy Scout troop. I was awake at 6:30 (part of me knew she was full of shit), so I walked into her urine-drenched room (knocking doesn't work) to wake her. After five minutes of escalating screaming, she draws a knife and threatens to slit my throat. I in turn pick up a lamp, so I can bludgeon her head if she actually plans on following through with this threat. Thankfully she "feared for her life" and fled to a friend's house for the remainder of the weekend, which of course resulted in stories where I was a drunken aggressor, but at least she's not the "dangerous" one in this house.
10. Me sipping gin-and-tonics or Ardbeg with my dinner is "drunkenness" worthy of an AA intervention, but spending $200 on vest patches so she can look cool at a Ghost BC concert is absolutely not anything even resembling addiction. In fact it's not worthy of apprehension at all. (By the way, guys, Ghost BC are Black Metal according to her. So you can expect your qt virgin Tomoko girlfriend to be a cultured hobbyist too.)
11. And yes, $50 for a bottle of Scotch that lasts me half a year is wasteful spending. Taking a week off work so she can drive halfway across the country to meet a tumblr buddy is not.
12. She asked for permission to do this, was denied, and then did it anyway, leaving a passive-aggressive note about how she is "sick of dealing with all of [us]." She did not get kicked out of the partment, despite repeated threats on dad's end.
13. Speaking of threats, if I ever physically threaten my sister again, I'm getting kicked out. If she ever threatens me again, we're both getting kicked out. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

TD;DR: There's a reason these women are lonely: they're mentally ill, disgusting narcissists who feel entitled to princess status, and who mould weak, spineless men into their personal bodyguards and housemaids. If you're too strong to be manipulated then they hate you. THERE IS A REASON THESE PEOPLE ARE LONELY. Stay far away, grow up, and learn that ALL WOMEN ARE LIKE THAT.

I will edit this post if any more anecdotes come to mind.