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  41. Yes, this guy likely has either significant past trauma, resulting in C-PTSD, or he's very high on the autism scale and is very likely to have had a very sheltered upbringing. But I guess it's fun to make fun of him for how he was treated by his parents. He's as he is because he likely wasn't given the opportunities that most others take for granted. This guy could easily improve his fitness and physique in the gym, as I have done over the past four years. But it doesn't do anything for my warmth for the rest of the human race, so I isolate myself more and more purely to minimise my nausea from dealing with people because of the insincerity and torrents of BS. He'll have a hell of a shock when it comes to dealing with women because of the level of insincerity and downright evil codes of conduct that both men and women operate by. I have very, very few male friends because of the amount of BS they try to push on me, and they're not impressed I don't believe in their conspiracy theories like flat earth or chemtrails or whatever. I also find that a lot of men – typically the blue pilled ones – are still children. I also found that if you socialise, you're with men who have been completely ground down by their female partners, and if you're in a mixed social group, it's even worse because of women's boss babe attitudes and men's reluctance to call them out or stand up to them. So it's rather like a large marriage with multiple wives around you and multiple crushed husbands. And you're the only uncrushed man of the lot. The other problem I have regarding socialising is that unlike the senior or retired academics I sometimes socialise with, I have pretty much nothing in common with people. I haven't had the same life, and I certainly don't have the same interests. Men assume I have an interest in sport or soccer – I don't. They assume I have an interest in cars – very little – or movies, TV, that sort of thing. I don't watch TV. What I do is read a great deal on history, politics, theories of mind, and I like to go hiking. I also don't have an interest in women, and all these men are blue pilled. So there's nothing for the majority of men to find they have in common with me. It's different with my academic friends because of their depth and breadth of knowledge and how they're able to find relationships across the different topics. I learn from them, and their perspective, as they do from me. They also feel shame, and not just in being ignorant on topics. Shame is something that's been lost in the West, and we see complete hedonism being pushed as the standard to aspire to, and people feel no shame about lying, having no integrity, or being an ignorant dumb idiot. Hence the nausea. This guy has swallowed the Disney blue pill so he's in for a rude awakening regarding what women really are like, and men for that matter. It'll be brutal, but if he wants to get his end away, he needs to hit the gym and look like a lean stud, and just treat women as fleshlights on legs. His chances of finding a sincere woman who'll love him as he thinks women love men are virtually zero.
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  103.  @kingrubbatiti1285  @Kizz217 I've seen it too often over the past 30 years for it to be a coincidence. When I was at university in the early 90s, I had a friend I'll call Dave. He was somewhere between Larry Grayson and Dylan Mulvaney. He'd flip his head quickly, flip his fingers down in speech, sit with his legs tightly crossed, he'd talk with that gay lisp, talk like a woman does, and though he was tall he had as much meat on him as a butcher's pencil. I'd had a couple of dates with a girl - it didn't go anywhere. Then she met him, and it was love at first sight for her. They very much had a physical relationship as they were over each other in public, and he'd still be this gay man in public with her, so it wasn't an act. I don't recall them splitting up. I can think of many other examples of soft, effeminate, weedy men having loads of dates with fit young women. The trend I've noticed over the years since is that the men who talk to women as a woman does, with feminine emotions, feminine energy, patterns of speech and so on - and men who very much aren't stoic - are the men that women get besotted over. I used to know an older divorced guy who had the masculinity and leasership of a 9 y/o boy - I had to spend all day with him in London once, and it felt like I was dragging around an indecisive, whiny small boy. On twitter, he'd be Sir Simpalot around the younger women in our group, constantly white knight for them, and constantly be their free court jester. Despite/because of this, he was never short of dates in his home area (we had a mutual friend) and had a striing of girlfriends. He married one. I declined the invite for the wedding as it would be a farce of a marriage.
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  139. Correct. The trouble is, being masculine, having a solid ftame, having boundaries and not afraid of enforcing them drives women away. Sure, it's initially attractive because they see you as confident, competent, dominant, but they assume they're going to be able to break it and that you'll let them. Once they discover that you don't, they lose interest very quickly. I'm lucky that I have three female friends who respect my masculinity and don't expect me to be feminine around them or that I'll be feminised. One of these women is very much on my case and falls into line if I disagree with her on something I want to do. The other two are more distant but didn't try to feminise me or expect me to relate to them as a woman does. Other women I know are acquaintances because they didn't like that I wasn't going to be feminine around them. I've met ao many women who I've initially attracted who then drifted off fairly soon because they too recognised I don't simp, pedestalise, nor do I emasculate, nor do I give them feminine emotional energy as I talk to them. But what I notice is that plenty of men talk to women (sometines the same ones I've driven away) in that feminine way, as women do, and with that emotion, and women love it. As other guys have said in the comments here, women want feminised men, or men who talk to them as women do. It's very, very rare to find a woman who hangs around you over time and respects your masculinity and doesn't expect you to be feminine. It's a great feeling when you've got a woman like that around you, who knows what masculinity is, will automatically follow your lead, and doesn't see the need to challenge your frame. As far as hanging around with men, the vast majority have been feminised, including the tall, well built men. I've found for several years that it's very eaay to be the most dominant guy in nearly every situation, or to take over as that guy, that men automatically give me respect, or if I meet someone else on my level, we give each other a head nod of recognition and we won't challenge each other. But there's only one guy in my area who I talk to regularly and I don't regard him as being a feminised man, and he knows it, because he sees the legions of feminised men around him as I do around me. We're the odd ones out, and why we get on. It's sad.
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  181. Self employment? Ha, around here unless you're an electrician or plumber, it's not well paid. Very little demand for carpenters. Some demand for agricultural contractors, but again not well paid. Most of the self employed jobs in my region are at the bottom end, because there aren't numerous employers here other than the public sector. Hence why it's most people's dream to get a job in the council as it's secure, comparatively well paid, and has a pension scheme. The private sector is much smaller in comparison and pays less on average than the public sector. Wages here are something like 80% of the UK average. In other parts of the UK the salaries are even lower. Thus most of the self employed are scrabbling around in the dirt to find something to pay the colossal bills here, even if it works out less than minimum wage after many years. What you describe as people sat with cameras and laptops for their self employed job would be laughable here. The economy here is mostly poor people trying to exchange money with other poor people for low skilled basic tasks as that's all the economy will support. What is flourishing is self employed parcel delivery drivers, using their own battered cars, working 14 hours a day for sh1t pay, with no guaranteed hours. 'Follow your passion' is great in an expanding economy in an area where people and companies have money to spend. SMEs are slashing expenditure, if not going bankrupt. Business confidence - by various metrics - is plummeting. I guess a growth industry will be debt recovery agents.
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  266. 32:00 Yup, Bo is in white pill normieland. Nearly all the men around me are blue pilled. Some of them try to get me to simp and worship worhsip women as they do, to be the simp servant. I don't know anyone who understands female nature for what it is. I'm a hermit because I've pretty much nothing in common with people, so topics of conversation are pretty much nil. My own interests, such as classical music, reading, hiking and so on are very far from nearly everyone else's life. Before the coove I used to know a group of retired academics I used to get invited over and sit down and chew the fat with, but several have died, and the most of the rest are getting quite old. Men can't relate because I have no interest in sport. I'm a historian and researcher, so pretty much none can relate to my academic life. I can't relate to their careers in business. After trying to socialise over the decades with the normies who get their opinions from MSM, I've found i think very differently. I identify very heavily with Prof Matt Goodwin, and he's someone I could have lengthy chats with. But when trying to listen to the normies with their NPC views of the world, either I interject and spend 10 minutes correcting them on where they're wrong and how and why all the downstream assumptions they make are wrong, or just sit there mute to avoid upsetting everyone. The alternative is that I lie to myself and pretend to agree with what I know to have a far greater depth than their shallow or incorrect understanding. It's impossible to find people to be around with whom I don't need to lie in order to fit in. Hence no phone calls, and only a few DMs from three women who know me very well and understand all this. Having a wide social circle is only possible if you're willing to numb your brain to the diarrhoea they come out with and to lie to them and yourself about who you are and what you stand for.
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  388. Nearly 50, been pretty much isolated my entire life after my parents deliberately isolated me from other children while I grew up. My main source of contact with humanity was books. I'd been forced to socialise over the decades, but hated it. The older I got, the less I had in common with others. No siblings, no contact with relatives, no children. I know a few locally but rarely see them or talk to them. TBH I feel no desire. Yes, I've tried doing common hobbies with people, but I feel nothing. I'm typically alone in these groups while everyone else talks to each other. So I give up, and I then stop bothering looking for groups to join. There's just no enjoyment. My passions are reading and hiking. Do I know anyone I could take hiking with me, able to sleep out on a mountain at short notice like I did last week? No. The books I read aren't newly published, and aren't fiction. They're all very obscure and published decades ago, about philosophy, psychoanalysis, history, politics, AI, engineering. They're all big chunks of intellectual red meat. Nothing comes close to that joy. I don't mind being around people, it's just that I've nothing in common. A friend tried to twist my arm to join him in a Zoon evening chat with drinks with mates of his, like a virtual pub, but I saw no point. I have no interest in sport, no interest in woman, I've never married, no children, I was a carer for my parents for many years, I have little interest in cars, and never travelled. In short, I don't have any of the traditional things in common with men, which is why when men try to strike up conversation at the gym to make friends, they find there's nothing there that I can reciprocate with. I find nothing in them I can relate to. Various women I've got to know over the past couple of years respond with anything from curiosity to shock to surprise that I do everything alone, go everywhere alone, don't celebrate my birthday, spend every Christmas alone. They can't wrap their heads around the completely isolated way I live, and I can't understand why anybody wouldn't want to live that way. Creating a social circle just doesn't work. I've lost count of the groups I've joined and ultimately left without getting to know anyone and not hearing from anyone since. It just doesn't work as a method to make friends. I don't feel sad about it, probably because it's almost impossible for me to feel much for people except indifference. I live for art, culture, music, hiking, exploring, and reading. I have to keep my mind stimulated, but people just get in the way.
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  412. 25:30 onwards, yes, Bo is correct about what frame is and how to get it. But, he's wrong IME and observation when he says women want that in a man. They don't. It's a turn off. Men test me. They fail, and that way I get their respect. I get the respect of the bigger, younger Chad bodybuilders at the gym and I have a good relationship with them. I'm dominant around people and in situations. I charm people very, very easily, to build a rapport and in the service sector, they're very helpful towards me because of how easily I've buipt and maintained thosd relationships from a position of authority, presence and so on. A few years ago I started talking with a local businessman who out of the blue said that I was the new CEO who'd just been appointed at the place we were discussing. I had to let him down and say I wasn't. He assumed that from my presence, confidence, charisma, erudition, dress, grooming, etc etc. To me, that's effortless. Same happens online. I've just been appointed volunteer regional organiser for a national politics group I'm in, and I guess my current 'patch' is some 3000 sq miles. I've much to organise for it. I suppose my background in public speaking and as a tour guide has a lot to do with it. But, but, but, women see all this. I see that they test me. I pass the sh1t tests by Bo's définition. I don't really notice they take place much of the time, but what I notice is that it causes women to lose interest. All this must intimidate them. They figure out that because in their eyes I've failed (ie I don't crumble) they can't manipulate, use, or control. Therefore I'm no use to her. This has been every woman I've met over the past 24 years except for two. So yes, you need to 'pass' the tests from a masculine perspective, but from a woman's POV, it means you fail. She wants the weak man who's on her chain, who's her slave, who'll never speak up against her. That's the vast majority of marriages I know. They've passed the woman's test but utterly failed it from Bo's point of view. Women don't want men. If you want a woman, you've got to show that you're a pushover, that you'll grovel at her feet, that you're her free simp servant. I turned down a wedding invite from one such man.
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  467. In March 2020 I got in with a mixed group of people on twitter. They were all highly intelligent and most worked in professional fields. There were 2 guys from the same city, one mid 30s, a DJ among other things, and engaged. He was quite a Chad. The other was a divorced older guy, 2 grown up kids, and I'd now say mid 50s. About my height, though somewhat fatter. I'll call him Tim. Both men knew each other and were great friends. I met up with Tim in the summer, but noticed something was off. I noticed he'd pay a lot of attention to one of the women in our twitter group, and on that day he wanted to take a shot of us both to send to her. But I then noticed that he'd come up with a joke and post it at midday, every day, and even admitted it was to get laughs out of the women in our group. More, he'd simp after and pedestalise them. The three of us - Chad, Tim and me - went down to London one day. Tim drove, though he was a terrified driver. Chad went his own way when he met up with friends. We met up with others from our twitter group, one of them being one of the younger women he was simping after. It was pure cringe. I then had to kill time in the city with him, and it was like dragging around a small boy, though a 9 y/o boy would have more testosterone in his veins than Tim had. After he droveme back to my car 200 miles to the north, I vowed to never see him again. The kicker was that Sir Simpalot Tim had a string of girlfriends, though none of the relationships lasted. He'd find a new one pretty soon. I figured out why: he simped, simped, simped, pedestalised, and white knighted as though his life depended on it. He couldn't survive without female validation. He married 2 years ago. I was invited, but didn't attend. Chad also simped, but as Chadsimps do. Neither he nor Tim could understand why I didn't date. Chad tried to persuade me that I needed to simp (he didn't put it that way, but that's what it was). I told him I don't do that, and prefer to keep away from wimmin than do it. The women in my group also expected me to simp after and white knight them as Sir Simpalot Tim did. They had a shock to discover I don't. These days, if men want to date, they have to white knight, pedestalise, simp, and havd no boundaries or a backbone. That's the minimum of what wimmin expect.
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  612. 7:50 monologue, nope, that's not how it works. 'The better people see you doing, the more people magnetise to you.' Sure, you get more attention from people and from the past, but it's only so they think they can use you. It's rare that any of those suddenly coming into your life will respect you. Most will just want to use you, because most people use everybody else. Men and women. I talk to very, very few people, and don't socialise because of this, and that hardly anybody is sincere with me or anybody else. I have no problem talking with people, they find me charming, but as they find out very early on I can't be manipulated or used, that repels most of them from wanting to do anything with me. That and I don't respond to the BS they spew. What Bo talks about 'positive energy' means in plain English is that the vast majority of people interpret it as you've got a target painted on your back that means you can be used. 9:20 energy exchange, stop chasing women and they come to you: I have little problem attracting them. Every single time they try to manipulate, try to use, start playing games. Last time I met a woman who didn't do any of this was 17 years ago. Very soon after women see that I ignore them and don't chase them, they get disappointed, and scurry off after a simp in their orbit cloud. It's a myth that women are desperate to be with men who ignore them and don't chase them. The moment she realises she can't use a guy, she's off. I've watched all this happen to other men beside myself. For the vast majority of women, if she's hanging around a man or if she's in a relationship with him, it's because she's found a way to use and manipulate him and he hasn't realised it yet. If he did, and if he had self respect, he'd boot her out of his life. The minute she realises he's realised this, she's off. The vast majority of women want naïve simps.
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  692. God, talk about naïve, and peddling a blue pill utopia. That's not how it works in the UK. The various success stories you hear in the comments aren't representative, and they're the tiny number of exceptions. As such, the commentators are self-selecting, because largely only the success stories that reinforce this idea are going to be written. 'Apply for jobs to get a career, be diligent and turn up' - if you're a white European male, your application likely goes straight in the bin, especially in the public sector and largely in blue chip FTSE100 companies. If you are already in such a place, or even somewhere smaller, be prepared to never get promoted for the same reasons. Your competence, work ethic, proven performance, good interpersonal skills mean little. Whether or not your face fits does, so expect a victimhood Karen to be promoted ahead of you, even if her incompetence and emotional instability is well known. Same with the office Chad. He'll get promoted ahead of you because of his height, physique, looks, charm, even though he's as competent at the job as an office plant. You'll be expected to carry both these types of people, on top of your job. When lockdown came along, there was a mass exodus of men in their 50s who took early retirement because of the work culture of DEI, of carrying incompetents above them, and career progression turned off because they had the wrong genitalia and skin colour. The only place I'd recommend men apply for jobs at are male dominated industries - the 3D jobs - where wimmin wouldn't dare go near in case they break a fingernail. As for starting your own business, following your dream to make your fortune, even if the business doesn't fold, it's pure luck if someone makes oodles of money out of it beyond having a just above working class lifestyle. The ones who make a LOT of money are in the laptop industries which will go the way of AI. Some might cling on in a few niches - such as heritage - but those places won't be well paid. The well paid jobs and careers are going to be wiped out by AI. The safest bet for men is to go into manual work with good career progression, doing things that can't easily automated, if ever. The few very, very successful men I've met who aren't corporate employees on a payroll in some way are almost all psychopaths, and I get to hear of their work circles, and ditto, filled with more Cluster B psychopaths. What becomes obvious is that to harlve that level of success in life involves using others as disposable garbage, without remorse, even family, just for the relentless search for more, more, more. It's very rare to see financial and career success to get the lifestyle Bo advocates without someone having a Cluster B PD and without trampling on others or using them with no remorse. The friendships they have are with similar minded men, and it's pretty grim to watch. It's also hilarious when they find out that they can't treat you as they treat other people. Thus, though I get to meet such men, I don't develop friendships because I don't go along with their fake macho BS. The guys I know who have a decent personality and I actually like spending time with and talking to are plumbers, heating engineers, drain cleaners, modest men who aren't chasing the grind for the sake of it, just content with a happy, simple life and enjoying quality friendships with people and stressing over how to make the next billion. Regarding women, "that dude who got the beautiful girlfriend, he worked on approaching women every single day, he worked on himself every single day, he made himself more charismatic, he taught himself how to speak, how to behave in public, be interesting in conversation, he kept up his appearance,... he became a mini Chad" Talk about blue pill. Women don't care about that. They don't care if you have no conversation and you're as dull as ditchwater with pretty much no personality. It comes down to looks and height. Women also don't care if you have no ambition. You can be all of that list and women won't care unless you're 6ft 4in at least, and ripped. They only care if you're under 6ft and are out of shape if you're rich and you show you're willing to spend, spend, spend on her. I know plenty of bachelors who are all those things on that list, and they're tall, handsome, and all the other things, but don't date because they can't find a woman who doesn't take, take, take. Neither can I. Women don't care if you're "putting a dent in the world" (Rich Cooper). They only care if you're earning a huge amount, and if you do, you don't need to have conversation skills. A guy's success with women literally comes down to his ability and willingness to simp, whether he knows this or not, and essentially buy women. It's either that or manipulate the sh1t out of them from the start. It's aad that the Wear only values men - and men only value each other - in terms of money, how much you earn, your materialism, your spending, instead of higher ambitions like Enlightenment and developing wisdom. Sadly, that's the Western disease of making money for the sake of it. I have a few irons in the fire, where I want to rewrite a few areas of psychology as I notice that they're incomplete and have various errors. That'll be one dent on the world, but it won't make me much, if any money. Another area is my involvement in national politics, where again I can influence things, but again, it's highly doubtful any money will come from that. But if things go the way I expect, I can at least make another dent to changing society. It doesn't involve "be a businessman, bro" so I guess it doesn't count on the scale of this false masculinity thing of only chasing money at the bottom end of the pyramid of Enlightenment instead of changing the structures at the top to achieve wider changes that will benefit more people and for longer. I'm quite content with not being a businessman and dying regretting I didn't set up a business or something, even if I die with little or no money and didn't travel, because my efforts will have been in the field of political and economic philosophy and campaigning, political leadership and maybe rewriting a corner of psychology.
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  701. @19:08 'if you settle on a basic, average everyday woman, she'll get anxiety as you succeed' – back in the late 90s I used to date a gorgeous, well-adjusted, well-spoken, well-dressed woman even though I was in a very lowly position but was getting involved in other areas of the company through talent and determination. Even though there were a few other men there, I was the only one who had the insight and wherewithall to progress in the company structure and make myself known. I had loads of younger women colleagues around me at the time, but I didn't want to date them. This particular woman knew what I got up to, and knew of my industriousness and my reputation for progress. In class, she was quite above me, but because I was too young in my mid-20s to realise just how good a woman I found, I decided to drop her and see someone else instead – that one was a disaster. This well-dressed woman is probably the only one I've ever met whom I could introduce to the people I now know, attend the private dinners I get invited to, attend the conferences with me, where I wouldn't feel she wasn't going to embarrass me, and she wasn't going to feel like a fish out of water. Considering where I am now in life, I'm a very experienced public speaker, I sometimes socialise with a group of senior academics and charity trustees, I've been confused with our new CEO in the community by people who'd heard of the new appointment but who didn't know who it was, based on how I dress, how I speak, how I carry myself, my authority, and so on. I also speak to my peers – who are academics, professors, researchers, and so on – as my equal. I can easily have a lengthy and light-hearted phone call with a retired professor about our topic, or have a conversation with prominent politicians. All this bleeds into my every-day life. This is how I carry myself around other people. I have to act on that level because professionally I can't do anything else. It's lost on the women I meet, though. I'm also now getting into something new, and that involves getting myself heard among professors, university vice-chancellors, authors, prominent broadsheet columnists, cabinet ministers, barristers, KCs, economists, consultant psychiatrists and psychologists, and so on. I've thrown myself in to writing at their level, so I can be taken seriously in that company. Again, women can see what I get up to. It's always in the back of my mind what would happen if I got together with one of them who seem to hang around, and that anxiety by them is something I'd have to deal with. There's one married woman I know who I do know follows what I'm now getting involved in with keen interest – she's an academic – and I wonder if that type of woman, if unmarried, would be secure enough to not have that anxiety.
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  711. @14:50 – 'never lose your identity, never let her cross your boundaries, maintain frame.' Yeah, right. That's how to get rid of women from your life. There's only one married man or a man in an LTR that I know who's maintained his identity and frame and doesn't let his wife dictate to him what he does. One man out of dozens of couples I've met and known well over the decades. It's a standing joke here in the UK that men have to ask their wives' permission to enjoy their hobbies, or to go out and meet friends, or to buy a collectable piece of machinery they want to restore. In my various hobby circles relating to engineering, transport and so on, it's the same refrain – "how did you get your wife's permission" "what tax are you going to have to pay". It's unheard of that a man just does these things off his bat without asking his wife's permission. Apart from that one married man I know, the only other men who don't have to ask their adoptive parent's permission (ie wife or partner) are those men who are single. You also see men who have been completely crushed by their wives early in marriage, and they get led around shopping centres/malls like they're following on a lead. It's unknown here in the UK for a man to lead. This isn't a recent phenomenon, it's been going on for generations. By contrast, when I maintain frame with women I meet and refuse to let her cross my boundary, and I maintain my identity, whoosh, she's out of my life, and typically has a monumental tantrum about it behind my back (if I hear about it via backchannels). Women I meet discover very early on that I won't compromise my identity, that I expect to conduct myself just as you advocate, and that's when she loses attraction. Without fail. They almost always want to be with a man who will allow her to dictate what he does, successfully tell him he can't go to the gym and they must go for brunch. She wants an obedient simp, and the vast, vast majority of men are these obedient simps because they know that if they aren't, she'll leave him, or worse, call him abusive, manipulative, controlling, etc. That married man I know can only maintain his identity and maintain his frame with his wife because he spent years training his wife to allow him. I watched him do it, and heard of his various struggles doing it. When I was on twitter I also used to know a married woman around my age who admitted to me that she was a similarly wild woman whose husband successfully tamed into a happy, home-making wife. He's a very rich and successful businessman doing something in finance, and she was a SAHM while the kids grew up. But she had to be trained to let him lead and not be a simp. It's that rare. There's one woman I know whom I very strongly suspect has a very big crush on me is someone who'll allow me to maintain my identity and my frame, For various reasons that's a non-starter, which is a pity as she's one of the very few sane women I know.
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  779. I get plenty of attention. Women come on to me frequently. Imagine you've been working in the sun all day and when you finish at 5 you want to get to the bar for a cold soda or a cold Czech beer, only to find that sold out just before you got there and had a price of 50% of your day's wages. The other option is a limited amount of tepid water which men are fighting over, at 45%. After that there's an unlimited quantity of buckets of vomit that's been standing outside in the sun, at only 40% of your day's wages. Does that sound appetising to you? Of all the marriages/LTRs I've got to know well under, say, the age of 70, I can think of only three men who haven't been crushed nor had their lives made a complete misery. It's even more horrific if I remember just what those men were like when they were single. The more successful businessmen bachelors I'm aware of just pick up a disposable bimbo at a bar, keep her around for a few months until she gets to be a nuisance then get rid, and swap for a new one. It costs them to rent each one ovee that time, but that's as close aa they dare get to these XX. It's been decades since I met a woman who could have improved my life by her being in it rather than not. And I've met a huge amount of women. Most of the attention I get these days is from married women looking for a fling behind their husband's back. I see other married women openly flirt with and chase other men. If I lived in a city again, I'd probably be hitting the bars every weekend and picking up these married women who go out with their girlfriends. If I find myself in a bar on a weekend in a city after a conference, it's these women who launch themselves on me and start getting physical.
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