09/15/2025
If a man has a side chick, nine times out of ten, his main woman is the actual love of his life.
The side chick?
She’s like Netflix: fun, entertaining, gives you a couple of late-night thrills… but she ain’t replacing cable.
She’s the snack at midnight cheeseburger vibes while the main woman is the full-course meal with dessert, wine, candles, and a little background jazz music.
But if a woman has a side dude?
Ohhh, brother. Buckle your seatbelt, hold on to your edges, and say a little prayer because this right here? This ain’t the same game.
That side dude is usually the love of her life. He’s the one she laughs too hard with on the phone at 11 p.m., the one who gets the good selfies with the hair laid, not the “just woke up with drool on the pillow” ones.
The main guy? That’s the landlord. He’s paying rent, holding the fort, keeping the Wi-Fi on… but the side dude? He’s the one rearranging furniture in her heart and leaving scented candles behind.
See, men cheat like they’re ordering fast food: quick, messy, paper bag in the passenger seat, regret already kicking in before they even hit the driveway.
Women cheat like they’re opening a five-star catering business. Menu planned, flavors tested, dietary restrictions noted. Everything intentional. Michelin-star precision.
And that’s why it’s never the same thing.
A dude will have a side chick and forget her birthday, her middle name, maybe even her face if you give him enough beers.
But when a woman has a side dude?
Oh, she knows his shoe size, his Starbucks order, the name of his childhood cat, the fact that his grandma once made the best sweet potato pie in 1998. That man is engraved in her soul like Wi-Fi password on a fridge magnet.
Men compartmentalize. Women customize.
A man will love his main woman deeply and still be out here playing checkers with a side chick for nothing but ego points.
Meanwhile, when a woman gets a side dude?
Bro, you are in danger.
You might still be her “main,” but in reality, you’re the substitute teacher she’s using to kill time until she can transfer schools permanently.
So no, it’s not the same thing. You can cry about it, write essays about double standards, start a Twitter thread, scream into your pillow it won’t change the truth.
Men cheat with their bodies. Women cheat with their hearts.
And let me tell you something: hearts don’t come back once they’ve packed their bags.
At the end of the day:
A man’s side chick is a distraction.
A woman’s side dude is a promotion.
We are not the same. Accept it… or cry yourself into a motivational podcast about “self-love and healing.
