Comments by "Tête Dur" (@tetedur377) on "Spiritual Frequency Single MOM gets DUMPED in Italy While on Vacation" video.

  1. But she's all woo-woo. So there's that.
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  2. She's only laughing because she knows, on some level, that she'll find somebody to pay her debt FOR her. At least that's what she thinks.
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  3. Body count: for every year over age 16, add 5. So if she's 20, then 4*5 is 20 bodies, and that's at a minimum. If she's in or has gone to college, you can probably use 8. So if she's 28, multiply 5*2 (ages 17 and 18) and add 8*4 (the 4 years she was in college), and you'll get 42. That's probably conservative, but I think it's a safe average.
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  4.  @Falconlibrary  😆
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  5. I was in my 20s (I'm almost 68) when I realized that women use sex to a) trap men into relationships, and b) produce their desired number of spawn. That's all. My 20s, guys. I honestly did not, and 40+ years later still do not believe that women actually enjoy sex. It's a tool, and only a tool to be used for a) procreation, and b) manipulating men. Oh, it's pleasurable enough for them; otherwise they would forego it altogether. If you listen to every, single married man out there, eventually, they do. Well, with them, anyway. For men: men need to stop lying. Men have always lied about how great sex is; about how pleasurable it is; about how much they want, need, and enjoy sex. It's not. It's like a drug; there's no high as good as that first high, and addicts spend YEARS trying to replicate something that has almost zero chance of being replicated. Even if that first experience is "meh," men will spend the rest of their lives trying to find a better experience. All because other men keep lying about it. Stop it. Do better. You do not need sex. You. Do. Not. Need. Sex. The only thing sex is useful for is procreation. I've gone decades without it, and I'm no worse the wear. My body count in high school was zero. My body count in the Navy was 2. My body count by the time I was 24, which is the age I gave up on trying to date, was 3, maybe 4 (yeah, that memorable). My body count by the time I was 44 was 4 (or 5), and including my wife, it was 5, because we had a sexless marriage. The first couple of times was 2 middle-aged teenagers groping in the back seat (figuratively). She may or may not have been willing; I felt obligated to try. For 20 years, we did without. Mostly, that was me. I was ambivalent toward sex anyway, and I wasn't attracted to her sexually. Nice woman, no drama, and in some ways, most ways, I'm a better man for having had her in my life. Like comedian Bill Burr says "...rub one out like a man; who cares." It's cheap, quick, and easy. Stand over the toilet, pee afterward, and go back to your video game, or whatever. But stop lying about it. You're not doing anyone any favors.
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