Comments by "Tête Dur" (@tetedur377) on "Redhead ADMITS She is Single Because She is DAMAGED" video.

  1. They neither are or are not, for me. A good friend's wife, herself a redhead, and an attractive, though mildly psychotic (like the vast majority), as well as her sister - unattached, younger than my friend's wife - looked at me and that got the old married dude's motor running. I exercised good trigger discipline and didn't pull it, but for the first time in my life, a woman got me spun up, and that never happens. If I'd have been an a*hole, I had motive, means, and opportunity, right there for not screwing it up.
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  2. All these women and their "trauma." Trauma, trauma, trauma; they all got trauma, just ask them. No, don't do that unless you want to go directly to the emotional tampon zone. Maybe somebody refused to carry the brunette's air-conditioner up to HER apartment. There's an epidemic of men running around, refusing to carry women's air-conditioners up to their apartments! We need to pass a law!
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  3. - I cried when shipmates were killed when the helicopter they were riding in was shot down. - I cried when my dog died. He was the best good boy. - I cried when my wife of many years died. I cried in private, except when my daughters were home after their mother passed; we all cried together. It's difficult not to. That's pretty much it, other than childhood, wherein my father chose violence and psychological brutality. Often. A lot of tears were shed in childhood. Maybe that's why I don't cry a lot now. Oh, I do tear up when I see someone demonstrate the best that humans can offer, like that youtube channel where they help people in need, like elderly people, get the cleanup and repairs that they desperately need, but are unable to do for themselves, and cannot afford. That's allergies, though. But then, I sucked it up and went back to work and took care of business. Because that's what men do. I did see a therapist for almost exactly a year. She was awesome, and I give her a lot of credit. Among her first words were: "I'm not willing to put any more into this than you are." We worked through some things related to that aforementioned childhood, and to Southeast Asia. I knew when I'd gone as far as I could, and Like I told her: I feel like that a person can only get so well. I think I've done as much as I can, at least for now. We shook hands, and that was that. She did send me a card when I graduated from college a few years later; I think I may still have that card.
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