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  17. If you think you are safe in eastern Europe or southeast Asia, you're deluding yourself. Its only a matter of time before those places are forced into the same dystopia. The goal is making it worldwide, and currently the USA is the only thing stopping them. Not the people in office, they are all in and for it, they clamor for it going worldwide. Its all of us, the plebs, the nobodies, the 330 million of us who can still shape our own destiny... well, the ones who survive what is coming can. Cities are pens for domesticated livestock. Sure you need $200k a year to live in a big city, but you only need $40k a year to live out in the sticks. You are not married to that job, don't get hung up on the numbers bandied about in cities, they take more of it from you. Quality of life means something. Around where I live the youth are leaving and going to big cities rather than starting a business here. They think they need that big paycheck and it will mean they are doing well. What they find is they need to live with 3 or 4 other people just to put a roof over their heads. The same thing was going on for us Gen X'ers. The boomers screwed us all. Most of us don't own a home either, and they never will. Ten years ago I bought land in the middle of nowhere, the largest town within three hours driving time is 26k people. There is still cheap land here, but its going up fast everywhere else. I have less than $80k in my property (including structures) because I built my house and the shop I work in. I didn't pay someone to build it, I did it. I have to live cheap and frugal, because I don't really get that much money and I am stuck no matter what. Can't earn more because I am a crippled veteran. If I was daft enough to live in a big city I would be living under a bridge rather than building 60s and 70s muscle cars. 30 year mortgages are for chumps. I tried to get a 5 year, but the bank wouldn't let me, they made me take a ten year. The difference in monthly payments is a couple hundred bucks, but the difference in how much interest you pay is HUGE. I paid the mortgage and building loan off in 8 years, that was in 2021 because I knew this was coming. I knew something even bigger is coming, and I wanted to have no debt they could leverage against me. That whole you will rent everything deal means you are forever in debt, you have no equity that you can possibly build up, you can never pay something off, so you have to continuously work and never stop, because you don't own anything. You can't store up food or fuel, because you don't have the room for it. You can't produce anything yourself, all you can do is go to the cubicle farm and look at screens all day to make someone else wealthy. If I want to, I can turn off the cellphone, landline, internet, and the only expense I will have is electricity and car insurance. I am working on producing electricity rather than buying it. That is a rather big project, producing fuel for my cars is a lot smaller and cheaper project than making electricity. Not only can I fuel my vehicles, I can sell fuel, or teach others how to do it too if I need to. You can do it too, if you get out of the cities and think outside the box. Job is an acronym for just over broke. There are so many ways to make money its ludicrous, yet people seem to want unskilled part time jobs to pay for a family. Yeah it sucks for you, it sucked for me, and every time I tried to get ahead some female destroyed everything I built, which is why I live alone now and have for the past ten years. I don't know how to stop a female from destroying the family you're building, they seem dedicated to doing exactly that. So I avoid them. Its not a bootstrap thing, its not a working more hours thing, its an exploiting the system thing. What can you learn from a job? What skills can you acquire working there? If its nothing useful, beneficial, and doesn't produce anything tangible, its a nowhere job. Every job I worked was a stepping stone that taught me more skills, that I use every day now. Construction, machinist, heavy equipment operator, auto mechanic, finances, chemistry/biology, hell I even build the PCs I use rather than buy them, because its a lot less expensive to build them. The more you can DO the more useful you are, and that means the more money you can make ANYWHERE.
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  64.  @ImagineOnward  ah yes, I suppose I should elucidate upon the unfortunate consequences of her inglorious actions.... She choose poorly and is having a bad time. We hooked up in December 2003, she moved in with me in early 2004, we had been talking online since August 03. I was 34, she was 21. After enduring 89 years with my first ex I knew what I did not want, and would dump any woman, no matter how hot, if she displayed any of the negatives my first ex had. She was everything she claimed to be for 8 years, absolutely wonderful, we never argued, never raised our voices, and she initiated spicy fun times often. The bare minimum was 3 times a week, and she was GOOOOOOOD at it. Kegels starting when she was 12, and she managed to finish me with the mouth hug and head bob when very few women could. She nearly changed my mind about women. Then after nearly 9 years together we got married so she could get some of my health care. That was late 2011, in 2012 I was exposed to some chemicals that messed up my lungs, while painting some stuff for her dad. Exertion was painful, just walking ten steps left me winded, it was like someone had cargo straps wrapped around my chest preventing me from breathing. We figured out what was causing it, got meds, and I started improving in late February 13. In April she met this guy who was 7 years younger than she is, 20 younger than I am, and he was rather desperate. His previous romantic interest was a 36 year old, 5'3, 250lb mother of two, who's father and brother had to run him off to keep him from following her around and showing up at her house at night. He's on the spectrum you could say, she is somewhat as well. Nobody who worked with him liked him, her parents loathed him, he was one of those delusional entitled types who felt he should be in charge his first week working somewhere, so he got fired from every job. He was about two inches taller than I am, but at 24 he was already going bald with a bozo the clown type hair ring around the back of his head. His chin was swathed in jowls like some nefarious evil banker in the movies, and he had no muscle to speak of. There is a reason most women ignored and were repulsed by him. However, my ex thought this kid was her soulmate. I sent her a text when she didn't come home, and I found the car I let her drive parked next to his truck outside a motel. Told her not to come home, nothing there for her, and all her stuff was going to Goodwill. She abandoned her pets with me, dropped every responsibility she had to be with this kid. She had met him at a training event for firefighters, she was made chief of our local VFD because nobody else wanted it and her 120lbs was not going to pull anyone out of buildings. She brought him on at a township meeting, and all of the other 12 members quit, because they loathed that guy so much. They all knew him, nobody liked him anywhere he went. So our VFD was her and him... Then he bailed on her after 3 or 4 years, I don't keep track but my neighbors tell me about her, without me asking. She is unpopular to say the least. Currently she is alone, unwanted, her mother is paying her bills since her dad died back in Feb this year. I liked her dad, he treated me good but let his wife dictate to him, so he got on my bad side. She left at 30, has been alone for the last 6 years, is now 41, no future, no prospects, and her VFD job pays her $500 a month. What did she leave behind for that kid? A very muscular, very capable and competent, two war combat veteran, that can walk now because when I couldn't do much in 2012. getting sick allowed me to heal. She was with me and stayed through the medical boards and all the health problems I had from my last deployment in 04, and knew what my ex was like. I was able to get around and do fun things before 2012, starting around 2008 or 09, but it was a slow recovery. She left right when I was healed and the first wife was going to be paid off in 2015... which would open up another $1200 a month. She could have been with me through the entire project of building my shop, house, and landscaping my yard, all of which she enjoys doing. I have a really nice 13 acre plot of woodland, and my forest is enjoyable to walk through. Now I build the old muscle cars, many of which I have owned for decades. The first one was a 1967 Cougar that I bought two months before she was born when I was 13, in 1982. I still have that car, but I haven't driven it since 1987, its waiting its turn in my shop. I have a couple of trucks and two GTOs (a very rusty 69 and the 70 I drove for a daily from 1994 to 2004) ahead of it on the list. That is what my videos are, vehicle builds and stuff around here. In 2009 her dad sold me the truck he got her to drive to uni, and I still have it. A 1988 C1500 short box. He was going to scrap it, but it has zero rust so I gave him double the scrap value, $500. Its getting a 6.0 LS swap, slammed to the weeds, and painted her favorite red orange color, with heavy flake and pearl. Then I will use her truck to take my trash to the township dumpster, because I have to drive by where she lives to dump my trash. Its going to be a cool build and man does that low mileage truck drive nice. Yeah, I am just petty enough that I will drive her truck past where she lives, and make sure she sees it finished the way she wanted it. She doesn't drink, so no boxed wine for her, but she is destined to be alone now. Poor choices and lack of impulse restraint have consequences.
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  68. In 1993 I got married, I was 24 she was 20. It was a living nightmare after the first kid was born, then she put away the irrational argumentative bipolar stuff and was nice for a while to get another. Bought a house in 1996 and she got progressively worse. I stayed to protect my two daughters from her. She thought I should hand over my entire paycheck to her and allow her to decide where the money went. Problem is, bipolar women are notoriously bad with money, and allowing her any access always resulted in overdrafts, bad checks, and the utilities being shut off. In 2001 she ran off with another couple, moved my kids 1500 miles away, and filed for divorce. They gave her everything of value, saddled me with all the debt, and took 71% of my gross to give to her. I had no idea what bipolar was, how to spot it, what they do, and I really didn't know that in a divorce the man is always guilty and the woman is always the innocent victim, regardless of what transpires. I rebuilt my life and met a homely 21 year old virgin in 2003. We talked daily for six months before meeting face to face. I vetted her extensively, and she turned out to be a very good person, absolutely wonderful to me. We lived together until 2011 then got married. We spent that time rebuilding my life, building a future together, waiting for the child support to the first to end in 2015. Didn't make it that far, she thought she could do better in 2013. Her mother and sisters told her to leave me for this kid she met who was 20 years younger than me, 7 younger than her. Then they met him, and did not like him. We were married for 16 months. She is alone and unwanted now, her mother is supporting her since her dad passed last February. Her dad had to support her 'soulmate' and her while she was with him, dude could not keep a job because he felt entitled to be in charge on his first day. She got all the property except my old rusty cars and my tools. She knew better than to go after my money. If she had she knew there would be a large fire where everything I had was in it, and then she would have to clean up a huge mess of gray matter. 50% to 70% of nothing is still nothing, so take nothing and go away. She should have listened to her dad and begged me to take her back. Here we are, nearly 11 years later. I bought 13 acres of woodland in 2013, sold some car parts and my parents loaned me $2k to add to the down payment. Lived in my car, an old RV, and rented a room from a friend until 2015 when the child support ended and I started building on my land. Built my house, a 32x48x12 shop with a lift where I can build my rusty old cars into something drivable and nice. I sacrificed heavily so I could pay it off early, and did exactly that in Feb 2021. I've been debt free since then. Now lets say I am daft enough to get married again. I own several old muscle cars that I managed to keep through all of that, and have been rebuilding them. A judge is going to give her my land, home, and whatever she wants of the vehicles I have owned for decades, along with most of my income, and she doesn't have to be married to me for more than a year. WHAT INCENTIVE IS THERE FOR A MAN TO MARRY? What incentive is there for a woman to marry then divorce? No, I don't even date anymore. For the first time in 54 years I have enough money to not only survive, but live comfortably and do whatever the hell I damn well please when I want to do it.
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  79. I've been there, eastern Europe, both ends of Asia, western Africa. Currently I am having far too much fun and getting too much enjoyment building my old muscle cars to travel the world or leave the country. In Seoul Korea even at 5'8 I was like a celebrity, women were asking to take their picture with me. Russian women would hit on me outside the bars where they worked in Korea. Yeah they were there to make money off us GIs 20 years ago. They were still looking for good masculine men to be with. Arab women are simply amazing, but its nearly impossible to meet them, never mind how difficult it is to marry them. When I was stationed in Germany 30 years ago and the Berlin Wall came down, that was when I saw eastern European women the first time. They had an edge on western women at that time, but now they absolutely crush them. DON'T MISUNDSERSTAND... they are ALL wired the same, they will all do and are attracted to the same things, and fitness tests from eastern European women are thermonuclear. In the US they are annoying and petty, but with Russian speaking women, they want to know for damn sure they got a leader, not someone playing at or faking it. She will test you, and that will include having her friends you haven't met hit on you in public to see how you react. Then she will accuse you to see how you handle it. Outside the west they are still women, still feminine, and they want a strong leader. Don't bring them back here. My cousin did and she dumped him as soon as she got her green card. I warned him... and he is literally 6'7" tall, Viking looking and named Chad. She became very interested in me when she discovered I can speak some Russian. Not conversational, but enough to get the point across. If you want one, learn her language, Tagalog, Russian, Japanese, whatever she speaks... that pays dividends for as long as she sticks around.
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  94.  @Carlos.Rivera  Pontiac mostly. This is going to sound like a brag, but keep in mind that I buy VERY rusty cars that are usually not even good parts cars, and rebuild them. I do that to stay busy and its cheaper than buying one already finished. I rebuild rusty junk because they are cool cars, I want to drive them, and it keeps me busy while providing purpose for my life. When you go from being a highly capable man who can do damn near anything, to being able to walk 100feet a day, it messes with you. building cars makes me feel productive, even if I am a lot slower than I was before I got hurt in the desert. My dad left me a car when he died in 2020, its a 1973 Barracuda cloned into a 70 AAR Cuda, with that eye searing great idea for a getaway vehicle lime green paint. Its the nicest car I own... and one of the slowest. 65, 69, 70, 72 GTOs. The 65 is my daily driver, the 69 is a basket case, the 72 hasn't been driven since 1997. The 70 has been waiting for its turn in my shop. 64, 65, 68, 71, 72 LeMans, they become race cars and fun projects like straight axle gassers. Look that up if you don't know what it is. They are cool. Then I have Firebirds. 68 that is really rusty 71, 72, 74, 78, 79 and 98 Formulas. Four 79 TransAms. Three of these are very rare cars worth quite a lot of money when I get them finished. Also have a 32 Pontiac, a 29 Ford both are rusty shells, 72 Ventura its like a Nova, 71 Mustang fastback, 84 Mustang convertible, 67 Cougar (my first car I bought in 1982), and a pair of Opel GTs I plan to turn into terrifying things with big engines. A couple C10s, 76 and 84, the 84 I am building for my daughter. 88 C1500 that was my 2nd ex wife's and I am building it the way she wanted it, then using it to take my trash to the township dumpster, because I have to drive by where she lives to do it. I bought it from her dad, he was going to scrap it, but it has zero rust. Along with that I have a bunch of 1997 to 2007 trucks, we get lots of snow here, the roads are heavily salted so I drive these 4x4 trucks in winter. End up needing parts for them, so I have several. The most I ever paid for a vehicle was $7500, that was the 1998 Formula in 2004. The majority of them were purchased for $500 or less. I've had quite a few for 20 years, five for 30 years, and one for 41 years. I just never sold them, rather I put them away and drove something else over the years. Also now my parts cars are valuable as drivers, so I am rebuilding what was only good for a parts car 40 years ago. I had a 1980 BMW 520 when I was stationed in Germany 1989-1991, was not very impressed with it. Slow and handled terribly. Sold it to my boss and ended up with the 1979 Formula. I am big into cars and trucks. Its why I still exist, because the hardship in my life would have driven most people to end it. The cars keep me busy and thus alive. If you think I am making it up, click my name and see for yourself. :)
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  103. I'm happy, not lonely, debt free, build muscle cars, and own some land I can live off if I want or need to. I discovered that women were the source of my stress, debt, and anxiety. How to do all of it, and then she tries to jump to someone she thinks is better.. they never have yet. On dad's side, my grandpa was born in 1910, grandma in 1915, they married in 1932. She never drove, raised chickens, had a huge garden, canned food she grew every year, did laundry, quilting, kept the house spotless and she had 4 kids who survived. They both made it to the 1990s, she went first. Grandpa never had to worry about the house, food, and laundry, she handled that for him, and he handled EVERYTHING else, the farm, finances, transportation, the lot of it. She was like 5'1" and tough as nails, a hardcore first generation born in the US German. My mom got a job in the late 70s, because the farm economy was terrible thanks to a grain embargo. She was the cook at my school, then a custodian at my high school a while later. Dad farmed then got jobs at farm equipment dealerships selling parts and equipment, he was a lot better at that than he was at farming. When I left for the military in 1989, dad sold the land to my cousin, his sister's kid, and did the sales thing. He didn't have someone around to do all the work, he also got a furnace because I kept the house warm with firewood from age 8 to 18. Mom kept on at the school and retired there in 2012, but mom also cooked, did laundry, kept the house up.. The garden went away when I enlisted and my older brother got an in town job. These people that think wives just sat around and watched TV have no idea, grandma almost never turned the TV on. She liked the quiet. I miss her cooking. I was always looking for a woman like her, dedicated, honorable, trustworthy, capable despite being tiny... I never found one. I stopped looking ten years ago, now they are a means to an o face. Nothing more. Its sad what has become of women, I think their lives are too soft and they are given too much without earning it.
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  104.  @randysavage1  they aren't very effective in logistics, e.g. moving the cargo needed for a military to function. My USAF job was logistics, and they did NONE of the heavy lifting, caused the most vehicle mishaps, and became petty capricious tyrants when they made rank. They are useful in services, running the gym and chow hall, finance and other paper pushing jobs, and in medical its a mixed bag of how well they can do the job. Mostly they are a whistle sack that gets reamed out by the tallest and best looking guys on base. I was the safety and vehicle NCO for my unit, as an extra duty my primary job was cargo/logistics. I know how many accidents and bad ideas were perpetrated by everyone. In all my years on active duty, I found ONE that was able to operate equipment without running into things. Several of them put holes in aircraft, drove forklifts off docks, ran over cargo, and one was most thrilled about driving fork tines through 55 gallon drums of oil, hydraulic fluid, or whatever else was in it.. then when they make a huge mistake like that, they are protected when one of us who does it twice gets 'corrective measured' heaped upon them and discharged if they mess up three times. Air cargo guys go into hot spots, do the job under fire, and nobody realizes its USAF guys doing it. Look at the videos of Khe Sanh and you will USAF cargo troops going out to pick up the airdropped cargo and loading/unloading planes with mortars falling around them. On my deployments we did all the heavy lifting out in the heat, they stayed in the passenger terminal with the AC and rarely came outside when a plane was being loaded with passengers. They did NONE of the baggage, because they simply cannot lift a 90lb bag, let alone 900 of them in a row.
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  108.  @FarmingUnclear  its been interesting watching women go from hottys 35 years ago to rotund hags now. I am 54, and the young ones really like me. I get hit on by a 16 year old checker at my grocery store. Its amusing, but yeah nothing is going to happen there. Right up until they are 28, they like to have fun with me. They get to ride in cool old cars, and do fun things. At 29 they decide they want someone to rescue them, and let them not work anymore as he funds their endless shopping spree. If they don't have kids they want one immediately, like you said. If they have kids they want to get resources from us without putting anything into us and that goes right up to 40. When they hit 40 things change for them somewhat, they realize nobody wants them and their prospects dwindle to nearly nothing.. what they get is dregs. If a man with some value notices them, they become teenagers again because someone noticed them. That gets worse as they age. They are willing to do anything to keep a man around, and I mean anything, not figuratively. At 50 they get more desperate, and are often getting more delusional about what they think they deserve, but they also realize they aren't going to get it ever again. When I was 34 I had just gotten divorced 2 years earlier, and had been having lots of fun with women from other countries, like Russia, Korea, and around the world. They all wanted a ticket to the land of the big BX (base exchange, its like wallmart on a military base). I met my second ex wife, who was 21, a virgin because she was homely, and she seemed to be different from the rest of them. She was awesome for 8 years, then we married and the divorce was final 16 months later. I had never gotten along with someone so well before, then I got sick for a few months, she met a kid 20 years younger than me, and I kicked her out for cheating with him. She will be 41 next month, she is alone, unwanted, and reliant on her mom since her dad died earlier this year. I saw her in the grocery store, and the last ten years have not been kind to her. Back in 15, a couple years after the final divorce, I met another one. She was early 40s, had her own money, and she treated me wonderfully. In 2018 I saw her one time, because there is a 7 hour drive between us. We ended it after having lots of fun together, she wanted to hook up with a firefighter she met. He dumped her two weeks later. I've had lots of them, can't remember how many exactly, I remember another one I hadn't thought about days later when I try to think of them. I don't date anymore, don't get numbers, barely speak to them, and if she shows interest its exceptionally rare that I will even offer to spend time with her. Its not fear of anything, sure as hell not intimidation. Its that I have better things to do with my time, that aren't as much of a waste of it. Playing video games is more rewarding than dating American women.
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  112.  @nikoryu-lungma  getting lots of women doesn't prove a man's value, it can make him far more attractive to other women, but usually has a negative affect on him with men. How do I know that? I have a high number, somewhere between 150 and 200. However, I was not trying to get a high number, I was trying to find one I could trust that would build our lives together. As it turns out, they mostly just wanted something from me, not really me. The experience of having a man who is built like a gorilla moving her internal organs round, being seen with that man, or something of monetary value. A few tried to get cars and cash out of me, but I never really had money. My value doesn't have much to do with it, apparently my face was good looking to them, and they like muscle which I have in abundance. I have never been wealthy and never plan to be. I do fun things often, mostly with my old cars, and the vehicles are the main focus of my life.. and have been for 4 decades now. Everything else supports the vehicle thing... heh.. That is attractive to them. If you have value to them, they will want to be with you, and man without value needs something physical. Muscle, money, stature, etc. I could get women because I know how to talk to them, could tell which ones were interested and which were not, have infinite confidence (which comes from being tested and building myself to pass those tests), and I have muscle with a deep voice. I am 5'8" and have been over 240lbs since 1991. Got down to 215 in 2001 on a deployment, but mostly I have been 240 or heavier. Not exactly the pinnacle of the male physique. If you think getting lots of them means you have high value, you're doing it wrong and thinking about it wrong. They are not logical, they run on emotion and you can short or exploit those emotions so easy its like a hack in a game. What men value in each other and themselves is very different than what women value in us. Our value lies in what we know, can do, can solve, and have accomplished. Theirs is in youth and beauty, and most of them squander it.
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  117. STOP MAKING EXCUSES. Nobody cares, thats the first thing men need to understand, nobody cares about us. If we don't make it happen, nothing happens. You can whine and cry about the things you have to do to become a man and build your life into something worth living, or you can get started. All of those things are still going to be standing in your way after you cry about it, so skip the female emotional outbursts and get to work. At 14 I was 4'9 and 135lbs, I was a portly kid, and I had just gotten into wrestling. By the time I was 16 I was becoming somewhat of a monster and had grown to 5'7. It was a messed up diet the doctors put me on in the 70s. No female would even acknowledge I existed until I put in the work to get stronger, built confidence through competition, and changed my life the hard way. At 17 I got the first piece, which was followed by another (who was 21) two weeks later. I was off to the races and getting tail from ever increasingly good looking ones. I am only 5'8 man, and I can lift a lot of weight because of the jobs I had and the life I lived. Get off the couch, get the hell out there, get to work doing something constructive that makes you work. I mean work, lifting heavy stuff, over and over, not some paper pushing job or stocking shelves at a box store. BUILD something. Houses, cars, bridges, roads... whatever. Do that for at least two years and pay attention to the men you work with when you haven't had a dad there to teach you how to be a man. Being a man takes work, you don't just end up one like females end up being women. YOU gotta make your life happen, nobody is going to do it for you.
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  120. I had five baseless unfounded assertions leveled against me in the USAF back in 1990-92. I am not allowed to use the typical phrase or my comment is hidden. I wasn't tall enough to say hello in passing to military females. My solution was to not talk to military females. In 92 I had one accuse me of a struggle snuggle, because I would not give her a car I owned. She was a civilian and unaware I worked nights on base and had Tuesday Wednesday off, she claimed I did it on Friday around midnight, Saturday around 11pm, then Sunday evening. I was on duty and could prove it beyond any doubt. No spicy time transpired between us, she got my name from one of the guys who knew me and made her assertions when I would not just hand over a car to her. I had looked at her car to see if I could fix it, and I needed a lift and a shop to do it, so I declined fixing it for her. I was restricted to base for months and it played a part in me not being able to reenlist. The off base cops wanted to haul me off, but my base said they would just keep me there. They needed me to work and having me in jail was not going to allow that. I got screwed over because some bint found out I had two cars and she wanted one. Then I had another in the civ world because she wanted me to let her drive my car, on ice, while she was drunk and I said no. Both ex wives did the same thing during our divorce, but it wasn't spicy in nature, it was other things they claimed I did. After all of this, it is impossible for me to trust females.
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  151.  @joeswanson733  exactly my point. My cousin brought one back from Ukraine in 2017, he failed lots of tests, she had him on a very restrictive diet and essentially controlled him. Last year she took off, divorced him, went back to Ukraine and hooked up with a guy younger than her. She was late 30s and still looked decent when I met her in '20. Dude's name is Chad and he is a 6'7" Viking looking guy with long hair. I am 5'8" and look like a German silverback gorilla. Both of his wives, the one from the US and the Ukrainian, acted the same way when they met me. I want nothing to do with them, because I have better things to do than pass tests they conjure up. They can tell when you're a dominant male, and stature is trumped by dominance. It helps that I know some Russian from my time in Korea where I dated them. I'm not conversational, but I can get my point across. Chad can get lots of them, but they do the same thing, soak him for money, then bail. My friend Ben lives two miles away from Chad, and he went to Ukraine 8 times, spent $70k going there to find a wife. Ben is 5'6", balding, and pudgy, he never built any muscle despite living on a farm. They played him all the time while he was there, and he couldn't get any of them to do more than talk a bit. He knows zero Russian, so they could say whatever and he wouldn't know. I told him that he doesn't want one of the eastern Europeans because of the tests. He will fail every one of them if he ever managed to get one. He also only went for the hottest with the most beautiful faces. He never had a way with women, he is the quintessential nice guy. I will get with them, hit it for a while, then let them go by failing a test so she thinks its her idea. Thats all I want, warm moist snot pockets in nice looking wrappers.
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  158. Living overseas I learned that most people only know about where they grow up. Like a 200 mile radius, and they rarely leave that circle. The most often asked question I got when I was in Dubai 32 years ago was "Are you from LA or NYC?" I would reply I am from almost exactly between them. The paradigm for Emirates is much smaller, Abu Dhabi is quite close to the other Emirates and Saudi Arabia. They could not imagine where Nebraska is. People in Europe don't grasp the size of the US either. It is 1000 miles from my home near Marquette Michigan, to the farm where I grew up near Lincoln Nebraska. That is a 14 hour drive at 75mph. I have no problem driving that in a day, but Europeans will take two or three days to travel that far, or they will simply fly. The funniest question I got was after they asked me where I was from and I said Nebraska, they'd ask "what state is that in? That was people from the US (urban people) and from overseas. I usually know more about the country I am visiting/deployed to than the people who live there, as far as geography. I kinda study that sort of thing so I find out before I go. I know far more about the US than most of the urban people I meet, but I have been all over this country. I definitely got a different mindset than most Americans. I spent just under ten years (total with a gap in service) in the USAF, travelling the world, meeting people from other cultures, learning bits of their language, and expanding my horizons so to speak. I can tell where some people are from based on their facial characteristics, Japanese look different to me than Koreans, Laotians, Vietnamese, etc. They all look different from each other to me. Same with Russians, Spanish, Germans, Italians, and English. The Baltics look similar to me, and I didn't spend as much time with them, but often I know they are from that area. When it comes to work, I heavily value my time off. Before I retired my time off was precious to me, because in the US military you can end up working 14 hours a day for several months without a day off. I went from 10 August 1990 to some time in January or February of 1991 without a day off, I was on the flightline, working the planes every night, minimum 12 hours, sometimes 14 to 16 hours working. The result was I hoarded my leave, and once that uniform came off I tried to be unreachable. I also learned to sleep anywhere, anytime, I had the chance to get some zzz's. From June 2003 to August 2005 I worked 12s, with varied work schedules, often 4 days on, one day off. Out of my entire time in the USAF maybe 3 years were spent on 8 hour shifts. When I was an NCO there was even less time off to myself, always had to handle things for my Airmen, and since I worked nights it meant missing out on sleep during the day. I do not miss being an NCO at all. Lots of work and responsibility for nowhere near enough pay. I just passed 6600 straight days of Saturday this week. That is 570,412,800 seconds, 9,506,880 minutes. In two months I will have spent more time disabled/retired than I spent working since I graduated high school in 1987. Two separate lifetimes is how that feels. I don't miss Europe or Asia, but I want to go back to them sometime. I'd also like to go to South America for a while, maybe Columbia, Brazil, and some of the centrals like Panama. Where I live I avoid the big cities, Green Bay is the closest and its a 3 hour drive to get there. I like living rural, and having food for several years stored up, and shopping for the entire week is my norm. Can't afford to drive 25 miles into the grocery store every day. These days I am not very social, I can go weeks without speaking to another human, or even seeing them in the winter. Most people repel me, they are not good people to be around. Trust is huge for me, and if I can't depend on someone I can't trust them. If I say I will be there, then I will damn well be there unless something larger prevents me from following through. Most people aren't like that. Doesn't mean I don't like or appreciate them, just that I will limit my time around them.
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  184.  @Dgreen4154  yeah? You think so do ya? Living in another country, learning their language and culture, travelling to nearby countries, and seeing the world while being paid to do so, isn't as good as flying somewhere, staying in a hotel for a day or two, and moving on to another hotel? I suppose if you backpack across Europe and Asia that would be more immersive. I drove around Europe and rode the trains all over as well. Moscow and Belgrade to the east, Paris (not pleasant at all), London (nice 30 years ago) and Belfast to the west of Europe. Dubai, Cairo, Mombasa, and Kuwait City to the south, and all over Korea while I was there, even though I had almost no money in Korea. Berlin was ok, was in Frankfurt when the wall came down in 1989. Got a nice big chunk of it on my shelf. I got to know Frankfurt exceptionally well, I walked and drove all over the area, what a wonderful place it was back then. My deployments were to Kuwait and Iraq (maybe others, its hard to tell when you're flying around loading/offloading stuff) and yet I went to all those other places. If you're a low ASVAB score 11b or something, or in the Navy and you get a day or two shore liberty every few months, then yeah, you don't see much. I was USAF and I could travel just about anywhere easily. I could put myself on a cargo plane going somewhere as long as I had leave, my job was cargo so we could do that. Was going to make the South America embassy run in 2003 when I got back from Korea, but a little thing over in the desert started. We get 30 days paid leave a year, and it accumulates if we don't use it. With all my time working, I could take months off at a time when I wanted to. I came home to the US twice on leave (when I was 21 and when I was 33), but most of it was used overseas. I flew to Dubai 3 times on leave, spent 6 weeks there in total. So how do we not see the world?
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  190. Office jobs.. people always whine and complain about office jobs. Ya know, there are other jobs you can do that aren't so soul sucking and confining... I find it amusing, live in a big city, pay ludicrous rent, ride the bus or train, get paid a big number but the cost of living is so high that I am doing better living alone out in the woods on less than $100k a year. You're barely squeaking by, will be in debt the rest of your life, but you seem to think you are successful. There are things I won't do. Like work for minimum wage stocking shelves, sit behind a screen and being yelled at by 5 bosses for not putting a cover sheet on my TPS report, and other busy work where you don't do anything productive, you don't make anything, you just shuffle paper around. Thats a fate worse than death to me. I'd much rather be sweating in a shop, under a vehicle on a lift, rebuilding the transmission. Or growing food in a field, making vodka fuel for my old cars from cattails, or building sheds, shops, and houses. I am debt free, own 13 acres of woodland, my house is paid off, the cars are all paid off, and I can rebuild them at my leisure. Its what I do for fun actually, take a rusty heap, and turn it into a cool looking, rather fast, daily driver, then drive it all summer. I like to see the product of my effort... I can be my own boss, I can employ others, I can work with others too... and I have useful skills, even when the world goes automated with AI. There are things the robots won't be able to do and I already do them.
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  198. Thats kinda like the military life, except people aren't trying to ventilate you and you don't have to put up with certain things, like shaving and weight limits.. heh. I was in Dubai in 1991, it was a bit different then. Traveled all over Europe 89-91, when I wasn't stuck on the flightline working airplanes for months on end because of Desert Shield/Storm. Went to Korea for a year too, that was enjoyable other than the personal things going on, namely a divorce. Kuwait has a really nice Hilton, the USAF put me up in it with a $350 a night room to myself om 2004. I live in a very scenic part of the lower 48 states, the upper peninsula of Michigan. Every time I drive into town is a trip through beautiful places with overlooks of Lake Superior. Right now in mid to late October the trees have changed and its stunning... just like every year. Soon the snow will come and I will be buried under several feet of it. Spring is always most welcome, April dumps a blizzard on us at least once but usually twice, so its annoying. My closest sibling is 1000 miles away. I like a life of isolation, after the military I am accustomed to it. I am used to not seeing friends for years, and not talking to other people for months. Sometimes I go so long without talking that my voice surprises me. I could travel the world, and be an expat super easy, but I am big into muscle cars from the 60s and 70s. I own 13 acres of land, built my house on it, the shop where I build my cars, and I can grow food, produce fuel, and live off my land entirely if I have to.
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  207.  @budbas  based on rank, time in service, and time in grade, everyone in the military gets paid on the same scale. So that guy climbing a mountain with someone dropping grenades down at him gets paid the same as she does sitting in an office filling out forms... and he will get an ok performance report and she will get a stellar one, regardless of her job performance. As an NCO I was forced to give them top marks on performance reports, but the males I had to justify all of it unless they were one of the 'favorite special ones' who did next to nothing in reality, but was lauded for the most minor and mundane things. Enlisted performance reports (EPRs) are a scale of 1 to 5. 1 and 2 is discharge them at the earliest, 3 is what you give to someone who is barely able to function. 4 is what you get when you aren't doing a bunch of things for the local community, going to school for higher ed, or have your nose so deep in your boss you can see what he just had for breakfast, but you are VERY good at your job. 5 is what you get when you're that last guy, female by default, or you are absolutely outstanding and have not intimidated the guy writing the EPR. Your EPR plays a pat in the points you need to get promoted, so do awards/medals/decorations. I was screwed out of many medals for doing things nobody else could do, because I am freakishly muscular. The 90-91 airlift packed 50lbs of muscle on me in around 6 months. I got an achievement medal for working 5000 airplanes in the first six weeks of Desert Shield. My Colonel during Shield/Storm said E3s do not get commendations, which is what my performance warranted, so I got an award worth 1 point rather than 2. There was a gasp from my gaining unit when my award was read to the squadron in 1992, usually you get an achievement for participating in something, what I did was superhuman, it normally would take a crew of 5 to do what I did single handed. They don't want someone who can bench press 500lbs, they want someone skinny who brown noses, and looks good in uniform... or bleeds a week every month and does very little actual work. Females came back from deployments where they sat in AC doing safe non difficult paperwork/office jobs, and got awards for showing up. That means they were promoted faster.
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  209.  @alan2102X  ok, you are using logic and reason, something not prevalent with those on the left. Her implication is if you have invisible sky fairy friends, then you are going to hate people who don't need sunscreen. I can attest to that, because I am one of those sunscreen types who was met with derision and suspicion in the USAF from the members who did not need sunscreen. They simply assumed I would thing poorly of them, because of how I look. It was less prevalent in the 80s and early 90s, but by 2000 it was nearly impossible for me to make friends or even have a conversation with someone who doesn't need sunscreen. The most annoying thing about that is I have a preference for ladies with that all over tan that doesn't fade in winter. The difference in my attractiveness to women between 22 years old in 1991 and 31 in 2001 was huge, women were throwing themselves at me, especially in uniform.... but not the ones I preferred over those who need sunscreen. The attitude the chick in this video has was the norm for females with her complexion in the US. Overseas it was game on off base, same as the 80s and 90s, but in the US it was very rare for me to get one of them to spend time with me. Meanwhile the Asian women would pester me all the time, even when they were married. Latinas like me almost as much as Asian women... The community got the attitude, and they have the prejudice against us. This chick is alluding to it just like so many others have. She wants a rough hands type of man, and they simply are not going to be the soft urban blue haired type.
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  223.  @prussiansocietyofamerica  here's what I have found about them, I am mid 50s. In their 20s they want me for fun, riding in my muscle cars, bedroom fun, etc. In their 30s they have wasted their 20s, probably have a kid, and they have to work so they want someone to rescue them and make it so they don't have to work anymore. They want someone to fund their shopping spree and party life that they wasted their 20s on. In their 40s they are starting to get desperate, so when they find a man who gives them tingles, they will do anything for him.. every orifice is fair game, and if she has some money she will spend it on you trying to keep you around. They are entering boxed wine and cat land in their 40s. In their 50s they are worn down, desperate, depressed, and they reek of bad choices and regret. Above that the ones who used to be 9s are the only ones who get any attention in their 60s and older. They are deep in boxed wine and cat land after 45. In their 20s they are like candy. Enjoy it and don't pay for it with them. However, most guys, probably including you, are not going to be able to attract the average college chick when you're 40 or 50, because you don't look good... A guy with a comb over desperately clinging to his youth as it slips away, dyeing the ring of hair around the back of his head, trying to dress like a young man, usually buying a Corvette or something... yeah, they didn't build themselves in their 20s and 30s so they are invisible other than the wallet.
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  226. Old guy take. Don't worry about it, split tails do not decide our worth or value, especially now since they think they are all worthy of the top 1% when they weigh as much as I do. Really, if you've never had one, you aren't missing much. I get it though, I remember when I was 16 and had that burning need to find out. Until 16 I was stuck on the farm, 20 miles from the nearest town over 400 people, that had new meat that wasn't in school with me. I had a HUGE drive, seriously my brain didn't work if the pipes weren't clean. Honestly it was annoying. My main focus was on doing things, I wanted to drive and race fast cars I built. That hasn't changed in 50 years. To satisfy that drive, I learned how to talk to them, what to say, what not to say, how to act, what to do, what not to do. What you don't do is more important than what you do.. except for lifting, that is the biggest thing that can change your life, if you're a skinny dude or more portly and rotund like me, lifting is like magic. Lift heavy, lift often. Get to where you can bench over 300lbs for reps. Trust me on that. I learned by observing them, and I learned A LOT like a HUUUUGE amount from the first one I got. That one displayed everything they all do so obviously, it was easy to watch and learn. I could tell who that one was attracted to by the expression, the body language. After that I looked for the ones who had those expressions and body tells directed at me. I had some super hot ones and also had some who would be considered normal now but were big for the 80s and 90s, usually when I got stationed at a new base. Dry spell breakers is how I saw it. Needed to get to know how the local culture operated, and a big one was a low effort means of finding out. The military really jacked up my game, just saying hello to a split tail on base was enough to get in trouble, because I am only 5'8" and not tall enough to speak to them. So sorry your highness.. but off base you're a 2 and I am a 7, they damn well knew it too. Thats why the erroneous assertions flew. I was second guessing, holding back, not acting when I should have and cutting myself out of the picture by doing or saying something I should not have. The two Russians in a hotel room with me in Korea are one that REALLY bugs me today. Here in the US they would be 9s, but for Russians they were 5-6s or maybe 7s on a good day. Dat thigh gap tho. Didn't let that happen again, Korea was fun when I had money, which wasn't often. These days with two ex's and nobody knows how many notches, its easy to see that they were a monumental waste of time. Seriously, playing video games is far more beneficial to you than chasing split tails. Its one hell of a lot cheaper. Not saying you should waste your life on games, quite the contrary, you need to build your life and make it one worth living, even if you never sink deep into the pink tuna scented orifices. There isn't much variance in them, mainly the wrapper changes, the program in their heads is the same, the way it feels in there has a little variance, but its mostly the same. Size, shape, and hues, thats the only variables. Smaller is better to me, big is like gettin busy with a mattress. Taller than me was interesting but so was the 4'9-5'3 ones. They all want the same things from you. Money, attention, validation. Their worth and value is decided by us, and which of us they can get to put a ring on it. They hate that fact, and have been trying to demand it changes but we do not care how much money they make, if they own a house, a car, have a job, etc. Its meaningless to us, and everything to them that we have those things. If they have it, they can remove us from it any time they feel like it, and they get VERY irrational every month. The problem now is that the court will take everything from you and give it to them when they get irrational. Thats the main reason I live alone and don't really talk to them. I own my home and land without debt, I have money in the bank, and I am enjoying life. A judge could take all of that and hand it to someone who had no part in building it, no effort spent whatsoever, just because they have to squat or sit to drain the bladder... thats all it takes to have everything given to you without effort, it only requires indoor plumbing.
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  233. You don't need to be as big as he is, or as big as I am to get female attention. You simply have to be bigger than most guys in your area. Definitely lift and put on mass, its HUGELY beneficial as far as your capabilities are concerned, shoot for 17" arms and bench pressing 300lbs or so, and you are right in the sweet spot. I'm 54, twice divorced, and I actively push women away. I was never a bodybuilder, but I was somewhat forced to be a power lifter by the USAF. I'm not as big as he is, my arms have shrunk to 20" from the 22" they were in 1991 after my first war. I get the same reactions he does when I am low BF%, and I still get plenty of interest from women where I am right now in BF%. I use this name because the USAF always marked me down and messed with me about my muscle mass, saying I was morbidly obese. By BMI I am beyond morbidly obese.. lol, so is that body builder. You probably will never get as big as I am, but thats not a problem. 15" to 17" arms is more than enough to get attention from women. I had 15" arms when I enlisted back in 1988 and it was easy to pick them up. The mind numbing amount of work I did to gain 7" of muscle mass in less than one year is far beyond what most people will ever do. What I did when I was 21 hurts a lot at 54, believe that. Having this much mass on a 5'8 frame causes issues with joints, connective tissue, blood pressure, and breathing. I am the same size and strength as a medium sized silverback gorilla. However, if I dropped 30-40lbs so you could see my six pack, there would be no shortage of women trying to get my attention. I used to drop 40lbs every November in high school for wrestling, I'd go from looking big to absolutely ripped and gaunt looking. I don't want to do that, I like not having to deal with females constantly. After two divorces and losing everything I owned other than some old rusty cars, I just don't have the interest in them I did 30 years ago. I wear baggy clothes I get at hardware stores, like Menards, Lowes, and Tractor Supply.. I kid you not. I do not want their attention and expense... ok once in a while some nookie is good, but its a lot of Bravo Sierra to get some, and the risks (legal). I forget how much larger I am than everyone else, then I see myself in a photo or a video next to normal people and I am always surprised. My community page has a big of me at a distance with my 65 GTO, lined up with my family and our vehicles if you want to see what I mean. I can lift some very heavy stuff.
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  251.  @HappyGoFunTimes  you can assume that, but if he has training the mass doesn't negatively impact him as much as you might think. It will limit his range of motion, I have the same problem, but not to the same extent. I wrestled in high school, at 167lbs and 5'8", benched 265lbs that year A year later after farm and construction work it was over 300. I overpowered all the state champs on my team, including the 185lb two time champ who went on to play nose guard in the NFL for Jacksonville, Carolina, and Denver. The smaller guys had zero chance against me, even the 155s, and I whupped on state champs from other schools, but not at my weight. 167 was the toughest weight, you had to be fast like the light guys, and strong like the big guys. All of that training still works despite the fact I am 54 now, and a hell of a lot stronger. I benched over 500 back in 2003, someone asked if I could, and I didn't know so we found out. Its probably higher than that, I never checked. For being 300lbs you would be very surprised at how fast I can move when I want to, and how quietly. Once you know how to move quick like a wrestler, that muscle memory stays with you the rest of your life. I figure it will go away if I make it to 70, but for now its still here. If he has BJJ training or something like it, small guys will get obliterated. Small to him is someone under 250lbs. Without training he will still be fast and explosive, so you have to avoid letting him grab something, like a wrist.. because he will dislocate your shoulder with a twitch.
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  262. You hit something there, but it works somewhat differently than you might think. You learn from your father when you are little, dad's teach empathy, fair play, and a whole lot more. Moms cannot do it. Dads are most important between age 3 and 30, far more than others are. Dad's teach you how to be an adult. Now where you missed something is how my dad taught me things from about 8 until I was in my 40s and he was in his 60s. He was 25 years older than me. He taught me by not being there, not doing it for me, and not helping me at all. He actually made it more difficult for me, especially compared to my siblings. I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters, I am the second one. I planted, raised then sold sweet corn to buy my first car at age 13. I bought the seed, paid dad for the fuel we used to plant it, and then dad took $2000 of the $2500 I earned selling it. Then I bought my car, a 1967 Cougar. Dad drove it to his job in town for the 3 years before I turned 16. 25 miles one way. I got a very worn out car as a result. I had to try to keep it running, and he didn't bring me parts for it. If he did it was after it sat waiting for months. I needed a car to get a job off the farm, the car was broken so I could not get a job.. vicious circle. I learned how to rebuild things, repair things, and to do it with the most basic tools, just keeping that car running. On my 17th birthday I bought my second car for $175 from a junkyard, it was wrecked, hit in the front on the passenger side. A 1972 GTO. I scrounged parts for that one, and eventually drove it as a daily driver into the mid 1990s. I learned to build engines the right way with that car. You see if dad had done all of that for me, I would not have learned how to do it. I would not have learned how to scrounge parts, make deals trading things to other guys who had the stuff I wanted, and to crawl around junkyards looking for the stuff I needed. I learned to make money to buy the things I could not make, and I made money doing the car thing too. By the time I was 17 I had surpassed my dad in automotive knowledge as well as muscle mass. Dad got the ball rolling when I was 8, taught me the most basic things like repacking wheel bearings which I did on all the farm equipment twice a year until I left the farm at 17. I learned everything else on my own, except for rebuilding transmissions and doing alignments, which I learned to do in votech school. Dads teach you self reliance by NOT helping you. However if he is not allowed to be there for you learning the basics, like how to use tools, its going to be a hard time learning all the small stuff on your own. However, I have friends who are good at the things I do, and their dad never touched a wrench in his life. If you want it, you will find a way to make it happen. Dad's get you started, and sorta hang around to tell you to get up, check to see if you're bleeding, then say "Yeah, you're ok, its not that bad" as you get back to it even though it freakin hurt. I did that with my daughters, they would do something brilliant like stand up under the table and whack their head on it. I'd see the tears welling up and I'd say, come here, make sure they didn't give themselves a concussion, pop them on the butt and say get back to playin. As a result my daughters are tough as nails, they did not get coddled. They are almost 27 and 30. I didn't catch them when they fell, I let them learn on their own. Just one time playing with an outlet was all it took for them to realize 110v is gonna make your arm feel funny, so don't play with the outlet. Dad's let you screw up with supervision... You still have to learn on your own. You can do it without a dad too. Thats the whole point of being a man.
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  268. I have traveled the world already, South America, Australia, and Antarctica are the only continents I haven't been to yet. No rent to pay, because I own my land, home, vehicles, and am debt free. Building old muscle cars then driving them all summer, is far more enjoyable than chasing skirts, in any country. I had LOTS of fun in my youth, but in every country, in every woman, is the same program running. I don't want to deal with that program anymore. Spicy fun time is very enjoyable, its what comes before and after it that I am tired of. I am not the type who can sit around on the beach all day, watching waves. Gotta be doing something, and its preferable that its constructive. Respect and not being mistreated is VERY important to me. Back in 1990 while stationed in Europe I got engaged to a beautiful Arab woman who lived in Dubai. Her mother decided to not let us marry in 91 after I traveled there 3 times. Her mom did me a favor. We hadn't seen each other since 91, and she had been married to a German guy until 5 years ago. She came to visit me back in August. From the moment I picked her up at the airport, until I told her that she f'ed up by how she treated me a day later, it was a string of disrespect. Women who talk down to me get derision from me, because they could never accomplish what I have in my life. Its like being berated by a 5th grader as they try to tell you how life works. We used to talk a few times a month, video chatting, and she made it obvious that she wanted spicy fun time. She was not going to get it once she started in talking to me like her worthless ex, not that he is worthless, just that she saw him that way. I can see why the dude left her. She was vastly different 30 years ago. Kind, supportive, eager to please, wanted to do things for me. She was either hiding it from me, or living in Germany changed her. Doesn't matter to me really, she is 60 and very unpleasant to talk to.
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  279. I traveled Europe 30 years ago when I was in the military. Everywhere except Paris and Belgrade (Yugoslavia just after the wall came down) was nice. I avoid cities here in the US, preferring the wide open spaces and forests between Michigan and Wyoming. It really depends on where you go as to what you will get. You won't be walking to the store from my house, unless you like walking a marathon, and you won't be doing that from November to May. A vehicle is required, not because something was planned that way, but because of the vast distances. I put 4000 miles on my truck between 24 August and September 24, I do that often. I made another 2500 mile round trip earlier in July. I like that drive, it takes me 14 hours, but its enjoyable when I start in the early morning when the sun comes up about 0530, and I get to my destination in the evening. Next year I will probably use my dashcam to make a video of the entire run. If you are used to and do not like big city life in the US, then the small towns in Europe and out here in the states most people don't know exist are for you. Don't expect to have lots of free stuff handed to you out here in the crimson 'flyover' places, but that means you won't see people camped on the streets, shootinup, and doing all the other things you see in the big crime infested cities. Taking a train in Europe works great, I used them when I was over there, the distances are much shorter than the US. Taking a train to get from my home to my destination earlier this year, is a five day ordeal of waiting around for the train to pick people up, going the wrong way so you can get a connection, and waiting around for the next one to come in tomorrow. Same with a bus, if you have several days you can just ride around then it should be lots of fun. Hollywood doesn't show the part of the USA I am from and live in, they show a caricature of it at times, where everyone is portrayed as none too bright and marrying their sister. Then they make the cities look far better than they actually are, not all like the cesspools they have been turned into. Yeah, the movies are what people overseas think its like in the US. When I was in Dubai in 1991 the question I was asked most often was if I was from LA or NYC. I told them I was from a place roughly 1500 miles from both of them called Nebraska. They had never heard of it, but I knew quite a lot about their country. Abu Dhabi was absolutely beautiful, Dubai was kinda small and just starting on the big building project in 1991. Sharja was a nice quaint little place with wonderful people.
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  282. I found the same situation in the 90s, working as a machinist. I was doing a huge amount of work, the plant was 120F to 130F all summer and I was wearing heavy plastic protective gear to keep the 250F compound sorta off me. Saved them $80k a month in scrap on 10 different part numbers, the engineer who said I was wrong got the bonus, I proved him wrong. I didn't even get a thank you. I quit in 1998, told my boss I would not be in on Monday, or ever again, on Friday. Already had another job. The plant closed and was shipped to Mexico 6 months later. They saved so much on payroll that they could afford the 90% scrap rate of the unskilled people down there. In 2000 I went back to the USAF, and guess what... I got all the extra duties, 10 Airmen to supervise when the other NCOs my rank had 1 or 2 if any, and they had me working 16 to 18 hours certain days of the week, and coming in on my Tuesday-Wednesday 'weekend' to handle things. If you're competent, capable, and more efficient than everyone else, they will heap work on you. Then everyone you work with will start backstabbing you, talking about how you're not doing anything. They sat in the office all day, and I was handling my usual job moving cargo and loading planes, along with all the extra stuff like Safety NCO, vehicle NCO, building custodian, and a bunch of other things. I probably taught 30 people how to drive, because they came from big cities and never needed to learn. Yet somehow I was the one who wasn't working. The best thing that ever happened to be was getting messed up in Kuwait in 2004. 35 years old, working like I was 21, my knees were the first to go,, then hips, shoulders, ankles. I live in pain, but I haven't worked since 2005, well.. haven't worked for anyone else since then. I was loading aircraft single handed when usually its a team of 12 to 20 guys. Just me, a muscle bound freak of nature from both massive airlifts I was in 1990-91 and 2003-05, pushing pallets on planes. Pallets can weigh 10,000lbs each, and I was pushing lots of them on single handed while the female reservist air crews stood around and watched. Yeah they made a huge deal out of a C5 with an all female crew, they stood there slackjawed as I loaded all 36 pallets on their plane by myself. I was stuck with a bunch of reservists who didn't want to work in the heat, so they drove vehicles or sat in the office. I can go on for hours about reservists... they are the most worthless people I have ever met.
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  295.  @Djhylowmusic  your mom did well, doesn't happen often. I have a female friend who is really good to me, she is annoying with some things she does, but she is dependable. I can call her if I need a ride to the ER, nobody else I know around here will answer or show. I keep her in a running vehicle because of that. However she is over 300lbs, does not have a pleasant aroma, and after all these years I prefer to live alone. So no, she will not get to live with me. We help each other out, like friends should. The last one I was seeing was a single mom, she just turned 50 last year, was seeing her from 2015 to 18. Wonderful person, but she decided to end it with me to try out a firefighter, who dumped her two weeks later. We are still friends, talk often, and we have talked about this sort of thing often. I was the longest she has seen anyone since her divorce. I am not putting myself out there, because of the lack of decent women in this area. If they are remotely attractive they decide they can do better and flake when I set something up. One flake and I never contact them again. For me its not worth the stress and effort. They can leave whenever they want and take most of what I have built with them, even if we aren't married. Oh and both of my ex wives say I mistreated them, which I did not. The first was the one who liked to fight, hit, and throw things. I have no interest in that, and I will not tolerate it in my life. The first sign of a woman being irrational or wanting to hit me, she is removed from my sphere of influence. Buh bye, GTFO. They like to hide that stuff and hope I will be submissive to them and hand over my wallet.. it doesn't work. I figured out that I need to go grocery shopping during the day in the middle of the week, because its all old people in there. Cuts down on chicks trying to get my attention.
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  303. Guys, I am Gen X, 54 years old, born in the 60s. The people around me were the same way as your peers, when I was growing up in the 70s and 80s. Most of them followed the herd, did the fads, and didn't think for themselves. Most of them never traveled more than 200 miles from where they were born. They married the woman they dated in high school, and some of the females never got married because they were too big. Its not so much a new thing, its a being young thing. Having a soft life does it too. The only time its too late to start leading in your own life, is when its over and you reach permanent equilibrium with ambient temp. Working out and working towards goals gets you somewhere in life. Unless you're a hot chick, nobody is going to give you anything without you earning it. When I went to my ten year reunion, the hotties from my class dumped their husbands and crowded around me. I went to the military in 1989, did the desert storm thing, traveled to Europe, the mid east, and Africa, and I gained a ton of muscle mass. I was the strongest kid in school when I graduated (could lift more than the teachers could too), so I was even bigger when I came back. They wanted to hear about my travels and what I did. At the 20 the guys were all bald, pudgy, and looked like they were desperately trying to hold on to their youth. I was married to someone 13 years younger than I am, retired, and building muscle cars for fun. I skipped the 30, now the 40 is in another three years. I will go to that one, and probably be driving one of my gassers that I am building right now, the belly will be gone by then and I will look great for a 57 year old crippled two war veteran. I was an outcast my entire life, the pudgy kid everyone picked on and I was 4'9 until I was 14. I sat on the bench in practice and never got in the game when doing team sports, so I got into wrestling. It changed my life and I realized how beneficial it was at my first tournament. I got my tail handed to me, but I could see the potential, so I continued with it. I learned that nobody is going to give me anything, I had to earn it if I wanted it. Growing up poor meant I had to know how to do things rather than guy things if I wanted stuff like a car. By my senior year I was a monster, 5'8" full of muscle, ripped, and could run for miles, benched 265lbs and weighed 175lbs. 22 wins, 13 of them were pins, and I obliterated most kids who got on the mat with me. Suddenly female attention was being thrown at me, and yes I took advantage of it. The second one I had was 22 when I was 17, she was lots of fun in the back seat of my '72 GTO that I bought wrecked and got driveable. I had no friends, no peer group, only wrestlers from other schools respected and admired me, they were the only friends I had and I only saw them at tournaments. I did my own thing, went my way, and did not follow the herd... because I was not allowed to be in the herd. Rather than trying to fit in, I started to lead. My youngest brother is 13 years younger than me, born in the early 80s, he is 41 now. He wasted his 20s getting high and playing World of Warcraft. Now he has a good paying machinist job, he realized he can make things just like I can. I was a machinist for years when I wasn't in the military. He is a lot like your generation, grew up without the pressures I had, he was softer from a soft life. We gave him his first car, a 1968 Mustang. Dad and I repainted it for him. I had to buy all my cars, including the first one when I was 13. I raised, picked, then sold sweet corn in town to buy my first car. Without wheels, you weren't getting off the farm and into town where the females were. It was easier for him so it took him longer than me and the brother between us to start his life. All three of us wrestled, my two sisters were cheerleaders for wrestling. I started a dynasty, and most of our kids also wrestled in school. The only sibling of mine to not wrestle was our oldest brother who is one of those follower types, he didn't ever do anything impressive or challenging. Dad bought him his first car, and he wrecked it twice. A 1970 Charger. Dad had it rebuilt for him. Around 40 he finally pulled his head out of his rectum and started earning his life. Dang it, now its noon and I have car stuff to do out in the shop... putting EFI on the 70 Cuda.
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  334. @@ConontheBinarian three times in the USAF, all of them in 1990, I got in trouble for saying hello and hi to females who apparently felt I wasn't good enough to speak to them. A beta, who was my boss on shift, had a habit of screwing me over. He overheard me talking with one of the cool females I worked with at the start of Desert Shield. She and I ripped on each other while working, she was hilarious and burned me often, she was married and I was engaged so we were friends. He overheard a retort from me and decided to make a federal case about it. Then three other females said I spoke to them. Its military custom and courtesy to extend a verbal greeting, in uniform or not. My solution was to stop speaking to them unless it had to do with the mission or work. I was never alone in a room with military females, and did not consider dating any of them. Not even when a seriously good looking one was trying her best to get me to give her the smash in Kuwait back in 2001. She did everything except come out and state she wanted me or start removing items. Then of course the two ex wives making things up, which is par.. the second one had me thrown in jail for two weeks based only on her assertion with her new boyfriend. The first financially destroyed me, and still blames me for all her problems and we have been divorced 22 years. I keep females at arms length now, but if I find one that seems like she won't do that to me, I will spend time with her. The last one was 2015 to 2019, she and I are still good friends. She wanted me around to teach her sons how to be more masculine, and the younger one made good on it. That kid is a monster now, senior in high school, two time state champ wrestling, and he won a tournament in another state over the weekend. She earned her place in my life, she honestly did, and I enjoyed teaching her kid how to be a better man. The only woman to ever treat me well the entire time we were together. She didn't know my real name for over a year, she understood why I was reserved about it. If she wasn't pudgy and 7 hours away, it might have turned out lasting longer. So I know good ones are out there, but they are so freakishly rare that I don't bother looking for them.
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  335. Been single since 2013. Like I've said before, I own my 13 acres of land (that I bought in '13), home, and shop with a bunch of muscle cars I rebuild (most are rusty and not running, so don't assume I am wealthy) with no debt. Built my house the way I wanted it, and split tails are less then comfortable here. Its small, just 1050sqft and two story, the upper story is a loft so it seems rather big inside. The shop is just under 1600sqft with a lift and almost all the tools I need to build cars from scratch, just need some metal working tools, like an English wheel and bead roller. I live in a forest so all my stuff is hidden unless you come down my difficult to find driveway. Was married twice, with each of them for 8 years, didn't marry the second one until 8 years together and she bailed 16 months later. The first tried to be like the wife of the guy in the video, yeah that didn't go how she wanted it to. Tried to use spicytime as a means of making me do things, and I simply ignored her demands and didn't touch her at all. Agree and amplify... I never bent to her will and I learned early on that if I did anything nice for her she would start and escalate conflict. Her losing to me would allow her to feel like a victim instead of guilty because I did something nice for her. I bought cars I wanted, did things I wanted to do, made sure the family was taken care of first before I did anything else. I worked OT and on the side to pay for my old car thing. Built engines, transmissions, swapped gears, built carbs, installed superchargers, all kinds of things to make money for my car. My factory job paid the bills. Despite having to give her 71% of my gross pay and hardly ever seeing my kids, a huge weight lifted from me when she finally left. She made my life a living hell. The first has been gone since 2001 and STILL COMPLAINS to my kids about me buying my 1970 GTO. She wanted a wallet, a mule she could send to work so she could go shopping, and she wanted to handle all the money. That didn't fly. At one point she wanted to get a job that would require us to get childcare that would cost more than her job brought in, she wanted that job because some guy she liked worked there. She has a small house, about 500sqft, 200ft from the railroad tracks with coal trains going by every half hour. Nearly lost it but her mom passed and left her just enough to get caught up, she will lose it when her spineless 65 yr old husband kicks his oxygen dependency. He might have 3 years left, if they're lucky. The second one, I was her first for everything, she was 21 when I popped it and the spicy time never abated right up to the day before I booted her out because she spent the weekend with her 'soulmate' that left her less than 4 years later. Life is not going well for her these days, 42 and nobody wants her, can't keep a job so she relies on her 79 year old mom. Ok, gotta go work on my supercharged 505ci Pontiac, need to finish installing the roll cage in the 68 LeMans its in so it passes tech at the strip. Should be somewhere between 800 and 1100hp, depending on how much boost I can throw at it. Still have the 70 GTO, it might go in the shop over this winter to get rebuilt into a fun daily driver. Might do the 69 GTO instead, or the 32 two door sedan Pontiac I have will get built, both of those are ROUGH, not much left of them to be honest... hard to say what goes in the shop right now.
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  349. I am twice divorced, so you are doing fine avoiding them. I'm 5'8 as well, lots of them turn me down when I say hi in passing, I'm being polite and they think I want them... Its funny, they are lucky I acknowledged they exist. I'm 54, grew up on a Nebraska farm with 150 to 300 head of cattle at any given time, about 800 acres for growing and several pastures around the area. Its probably not in your genetics to pack on muscle, by the time I was 17 I was 170lbs and benching 265. By 19 I was 180 and benching over 330 when I enlisted way back in 1988. Wrestling helped too. Desert Shield packed over 50lbs of muscle mass on me and 450 was an easy press. I am still huge today, and its still easy to gain muscle. My weight keeps going up but you can see my ribs and I don't have extra chins. Have a belly, but its not huge, its almost 20 inches smaller than my chest. I look like a gorilla and most women aren't into that look, but some are. It could be what you eat and what you do. Nobody else I worked with in the military gained muscle mass like I did. Nobody did on the farm either. It takes an incredible amount of protein to pack on muscle like I did. I never used powders, juice, or any supplements at all. Lots of meat and eggs though. It also takes a mind numbing amount of work to pack on muscle like I did. To get an idea, pick up two 5 gallon igloo coolers in each hand, and run up three stories with them, and do that for 12 hours. Alternating days push two F150s bumper to bumper across Walmart parking lots. I go by this name because the USAF said I was too obese when I came back from Kuwait in 2001 with a six pack, absolutely shredded, weighing the lightest I have been since 1991, and they put me on the weight program. I am more 'power lifter' than body builder. So a short wide guy with huge arms and no neck, some women dig it, most don't.
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  358. My second ex wife was a 21 year old virgin from a two parent family that was rather well off. She was quite smart and could keep up with me in discussions we had. Her values and mine aligned a great deal, we were looking for the same things. She was very homely, but she stayed thin and I liked who she was so I overlooked her crooked teeth, flat hair, and how she wore flannel pants and hoodies most of the time. She was very good and adventurous between sheets, and she tried her best to make my life better. We never had fights, we argued about esoteric subjects for fun, and the spicy fun time was several times a week.. right up to the day she decided to step out. She tried not to spend my money frivolously, but it was still expensive to have her around, food, gas in her vehicle, insurance, etc. She was costing me about $2k per month just to have her around, thats how much I had left every month once I kicked her out. Other than her looks, she was wonderful for 9 years. We got married just before we were together 9 years, and just 16 months later we were divorced. As long as she knew I could leave her for stepping out or breaking the three rules I had, she acted right. Once she had commitment, she decided to eat a bowl of st*p*d flakes and ran off with a desperate sot who showed interest in her. The previous love interest of his was a 36 year old alone mom who at 5'4" weighed around 250lbs. Her brother and father had to run him off because he kept pursuing her despite her telling him to GTFO. He was 24, my ex was 30 and I was 44 when we divorced ten years ago. They lasted 3 or 4 years, then he moved to Montana and now she is alone, unwanted, and her mom pays all her bills since her dad passed back in February. My ex chose poorly.. there was nothing I could have done, or could not have done, to prevent what she did... other than getting married, which was more so she could get health care than anything else. Contrasted with my first ex, who was bipolar, the second one was very good to me, was vetted and proved herself for 8 years. The two could not have been more different, but they did the exact same thing in the end. The first was the doorknob to the town, I had no idea because I had just moved there. Her bipolar seeped out and after two years together it was a living nightmare. I don't date anymore, not looking for a woman at all. I dated a few hundred women in my life, before and between my marriages, both of which went 8-9 years. I find they are all running the same program, but they think they are all unique and different. The wrapper changes, the mind inside of it is still running that same narrow and easily predictable program.
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  374. Men DO things. Men make friends based on common things we DO. We DO NOT make friends based on feelings or any other thing females make friends over. It just doesn't work on nor for us. My friends all share the same interests. Muscle cars, airplanes, drag racing, first person shooter video games, and marksmanship. Not much crossover among them, its distinct groups. If you are a young man who has no friends, then you do not have any interests in common with other men. What the hell do ya do all day when you're not working? Sure you won't get many friends watching prawn and strangling the worm until it pukes, but there has to be something else you do. Sitting around watching this content will not make you many real world friends. This sort of content is for advice, and to know that we are all dealing with it, so you are not the only one getting screwed.. we all are. Now I am VERY picky about my friends, everyone gets a chance, and their actions dictate just how much I will allow them to be around. If I don't like someone, or the say they will do something and then don't, I will still be polite and friendly with them.. but I will never depend on or trust them. The people I trust have earned and maintained it for years to decades, and I maintain their trust in me as much as I can. I have gearhead friends in real life and online. We are very easy going for the most part, and if you hang out with car guys, especially us older gray haired muscle car guys, you will learn banter and how to make friends. The big thing is to get people talking about themselves, their car, or their interests. That gets them to like you more, and if you honestly care about what they tell you and you do not betray their trust, you will make friends easily. If you don't DO something, you aren't going to meet like minded men. You simply won't. You have to be the guy who says hi, hows it going? Or you ask about their car, talk to them about what they are working on. Its a skill you develop, you are rarely born with it. What are your interests? Find people with similar interests, but make them legal interests and not some dishonorable thing. Men make friends based on merit, so competence, capability, knowledge, and to some extent accomplishments are very important. We won't stay friends with someone who talks big, can't back it up, and is actually ineffectual to dangerous to be around. Merit is everything with us. The L's won't grasp that, because they are all about feelings, and the biggest one they harbor is re sent ment. Typos are intentional
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  377. Ya know I agree entirely that a strong family is the foundation of civilization. The problem is, the risk is too great for men in the west. Men need to check out and show how valuable and required we are. Back in the 90s I worked as a machinist in a factory. When they would complain about me taking overtime, I would take Friday and Monday as vacation days. By the time I came back in on Tuesday, the backlog of parts was immense. No mention of me getting OT when we were suddenly several weeks behind on parts, because the nightshift guy did almost nothing. When you make things look effortless and you're efficient, people will take you for granted, and assume you're not doing anything. Sometimes you need to take vacation without warning and remind them why you're there. Men need to take an extended vacation, make it hurt, make them cry and plead with us to come back and do the work we were doing before. Make them desperate so they will appreciate us. It has to hurt or they will soon forget what its like without us around. So yes, I agree entirely but we need to force a change so men are no longer punished for being dads, and are cherished as dads. Dude I make car videos, I do car things, I mostly watch automotive content. Why am I here? Simple. I am old, been through a lot, and I want young men to avoid the mistakes I made, and to know life gets better if they have already fallen into the same traps I stumbled into. Life gets better if you work on making it better. Bo, you have been doing pretty good on the improvement message. I adore 'not men' and have many of them as friends, have two daughters around 30 who will never have kids, never get married or have a family, because their other parent destroyed their lives. Way back when the men walking off thing came out, I noticed most of them were the guys who can't get some anyway. Rather than building themselves, they claim to be walking away. THEY WERE NEVER ON THE FIELD OR IN THE GAME. Every time I got one, and tried to have a family, THEY burned it to the ground on a whim, and they have all paid the price of making the poor choice of trading me for a lesser man. Both my ex's wish they had never left, now that they see what I have done despite them taking so much from me and forcing me into poverty for 15 years...
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  382. I was stationed in Germany Feb 89 to October 91, winter is bleak and hardly anyone is out. Summer was far more active. Most of 91 I didn't get out much because of Desert Shield/Storm, but I had lots of fun the summers of 89 and 90. Winter straight up sucks in Germany and the rest of Europe. Its wet and dreary most of the time, kinda like South Carolina winter but it lasts longer than the two weeks of cold in Charleston. I blended in so well that old ladies would ask me questions in German that I understood, but had no idea how to reply. My family is from Germany, we came to the US in 1867, and my grandparents were the last generation to speak German at home. I was very popular with Asians, blond hair, blue eyes, I was exotic to them. I was almost a celebrity the one time I went to Seoul when I was stationed in Korea 02-03. My picture is running around on a few dozen cameras from me walking through the Coex Mall. The Russians liked me a lot too when I was there. Travelling the world was a great thing for me, I got paid to travel, and since I was USAF and not Army, I was able to do whatever I wanted on my days off. I didn't need permission to leave the base, or leave the country, as long as I was back for my next shift. No babysitter needed in the USAF, so I got to see Europe cheap. We had some 3 day weekends and we would drive to Rome, look around for a day, and drive back to Frankfurt. Belgrade was not much fun while I was there in 1991.. because of who was still running the place. Get out and see the world, don't do it for tail, go learn more about other cultures and people. Don't be an arrogant prick, and you will enjoy travelling a lot more. The French really loathe arrogant Americans, FYI. They didn't mind me as much.
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  397. I went out Saturday night, went to a small bar to observe and I had one drink. Just saying hello in passing to most of the women got me dirty looks, so I stopped talking to them. Had a better time talking to the bouncer, we talked about cars and the people who used to work there. A couple of the women talked to me and flirted, but decided to see if I would chase them. Play hard to get, ya don't get got. Got a glass of ice water from the homely and pale bartender, and left. Then I went down the street to hang out with my bro who is the bouncer at another bar. I never go in there, he and I stand/sit outside and talk about lifting, football, boxing, cars, whatever. His other job is being a trainer at my gym. Thats the only reason I go to bars, to talk to my friends who are bouncers. Last time I went out to his bar was July. This area is pretty boring, I have some gearhead friends I hang with and we do car stuff, not many females to bother us. Its a man thing for the most part. We are going to do some racing next year, deserted stretch of road, a bunch of cars, see who comes out on top. The women around here are on the large side, or the old side. Its always the ones who made poor choices in life and are divorced, or are unattractive. Thats why I do the car thing, live alone out in the woods, and though I tend to flirt with the women working the check out lane register, I don't ask them out. They are not worth the effort and risk. I kept my old man belly to keep them away, but now I need to get rid of it so I can fit between the roll cage bars in my race car. I guess wearing clothes from Tractor Supply and Menards will keep them thinking I am broke.. if they only knew that I have a passive income just under $100k..
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  404.  @michaelreutter9821  it is hilarious the way a woman's face lights up when I drop the fact I own my land (13 acres in the woods), have no debt, and have passive income. The look on their faces when I tell them I am not looking nor do I want anyone in my life is priceless. Yeah I kinda drop that, and the fact I am over 7000 straight days of Saturday since I 'retired' at age 35, as a means to be somewhat petty and see their reactions. The really funny ones are those who see me in the 70 Cuda, then the 65 GTO, the 70 GTO, and the 68 LeMans with an engine sticking out of the hood, and whatever else I happen to be driving, and they ask what I do for a living... I vaguely say "I build cars" but its not for a living, its for fun. I have lots of cars.... and some trucks. After being getting ahead was prevented from 1994 to 2015 because of an ex, it is glorious to be unencumbered with my entire income not being whisked away to be awarded to someone who betrayed and lied about me. You'd never know it by looking at me, I wear the clothes to town that I wear whilst working on my cars. At most I will put on a clean T shirt with car or concert art on it and some blue jeans. I drop it in conversation like 'oh and this too, its fun not having to work' as I buy $300 worth of groceries without paying attention to what it costs. Yeah I eat very well, no processed stuff for me. Its all fresh. Its worth it to spend money and time on cars, because old muscle cars are appreciating in value. Women are depreciating every day after the 24th birthday. My daughter will have a sizable chunk of wealth available to her, she can drive some, sell some, and live on my land never having to work again if she doesn't want to. She is learning a good work ethic right now.
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  425.  @nicelypenn  its a bit of a long story, but I'll give the cliff notes version. Had a pentecostal supervisor who did not like the fact I was marrying an Arab, and changed my religion to do so. He made my life absolute hell, and he put off signing a piece of paper I needed to get my PCS orders amended so I could take leave overseas before I went back to CONUS. The day before my flight to Dubai, I finally got him to sign it by going to the 1st Sgt and telling him what was up. It seems my entire duty section was conspiring against me. (a common thing in my time in the USAF) He then got one of his pentecostal friends to let me sit in his office until after my flight left waiting for him to sign a single piece of paper. Thus I missed my flight. We were supposed to marry the next evening. I got Royal Nepal Airlines to allow me to fly down the next morning, awesome airline I tell ya.. However her mother said we had to wait another two years to get married. She was already 28, and two years later I knew I would probably not be able to afford to fly clear over to Dubai from the US. Contrary to what people think, mom runs the show in regard to the family in the Arab world. If she says no, then it does not happen. I still flew down there and tried to fix it, her dad tried to fix it, but her mom was stubborn. I knew if we didn't get it done then, I would probably never see her again. I had to do a 7" thick stack of paperwork just to marry a foreign national, it was over a year process and it was only things I could do during the daytime. I was working 12 to 14 hour nights from 10 Aug 90 until sometime in February or March with no time off. It was March 28th the first time I saw the sun again, Germany is kinda far north. Her mom ruined both our lives with her stubbornness. She was 32 by the time she married and her 2nd kid came along when she was 35 and he is all messed up with defects. He is a 6'2" toddler that cannot live on his own or even walk. My life was not favorable either, two divorces, and both of them drained me financially while they were with me and after. Thats another story that is even longer. She came to visit me last August, the first time we saw each other since 1991. She had changed, she treated me like her henpecked ex, talking down to me, disrespecting me, and nothing I did was appreciated. I drove 7 hours to pick her up, and 7 hours back, then two hours trying to find a motel since she was too good to sleep at my house. the next day was nothing but vile diatribes and irritating me. Called her out on it, and she said "I did not realize you were so sensitive." Its not a being sensitive thing, its "I don't like being disrespected thing, especially in public." If I was that way with my friends, they would not want to be around me either. We used to talk a few times a week online, video and audio chatting. I haven't even opened the message she sent the day I dropped her off at the airport. I am done. She ruined the friendship we had with her actions, and honestly I don't need a 61 year old around that only wants to complain to me about this or that. Even if she had wanted to get spicy (don't know if she did or not) after the first morning with her after my 16 hours driving, there was no way I was going to do that with her. So maybe I dodged a 105mm round, maybe it was just her messed up life with her ex, but the person she is now is nobody I want to be around. 34 years ago she was beautiful and kind. Now she is bitter at best. Her mother really messed up her life, and so did my supervisor.
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  441. SHORT GUYS.. Look up Richard J. Flaherty. Green Beret, Airborne, multi tour Nam veteran. Had to get a waiver just to join the Army. He was hard core and I would tower over him if we had ever met. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, put in the work, and your life will improve. I'm 5'8" and now I am 55. I wrestled in high school, was benching 265lbs when I was 17 and weighed 167lbs-175lbs. I was a monster who could defeat the 185 and hvy on most teams, and all the small guys. I pinned more than half of my 26 wins, K/O.'ed one, and broke several bones on others. If my opponent was taller than 5'10", he had almost no chance against me. I am far stronger now, and have even more training. So its amusing when someone's tall boyfriend tries to intimidate me. I used that in the military, and I never found anyone that could hang, who was not also a wrestler. I have somewhere between 150 and 200 notches, I lost track back in the early 90s. I think the first ex was like 89 or 90. I have a gorilla belly now and I STILL get attention from the 18-26 crowd, and the older than 40 examples are thrilled to have me even look at them and say hi in public. Huge smiles just like they would do when they were teenagers looking at the school quarterback. The 30 somethings are looking for someone to allow them to not work, and pay their bills/take care of their kids. Once they hit 30, they lose interest in me fast.. lol. I am the fun muscle bound freak, not a long term possibility. My younger brother is 5'6" if he stretches a bit. You really don't want to mess with him. Army vet, 7 combat deployments, ended his 23 years as a UH60 pilot/instructor. He did better in wrestling than I did, and was a 138lb monster. His wife was quite the hotty 30 years ago, and they are still together. He is hard core when he needs to be.
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  442.  @SartorialisticSavage65  yeah some of them do, I usually do depending on the expression they have. If they are afraid, I talk to them and make some jokes, put them at ease. I live in a rather rural area, largest town within 3 hours driving time is 26k people. I did the same thing when I was stationed in Charleston SC 20 and 30 years ago, and in Germany 30 years ago. If I don't want to be bothered, I don't start anything. Also, probably same as you and every other man in the world who isn't a 6'5" millionaire, if we don't open them, nothing happens. Here's a curious thing to ponder. If I were over 6' would I have developed such a high degree of being able to talk to them? If I had my ability to talk to them that I have now, and I was over 6' then just about any female that doesn't have more money than me would be like putty in my hands. I developed the ability to talk to them BECAUSE I am just under average height. My massive confidence comes from competition, wrestling, warfare, military, drag racing... I've done things many people can't, and I know what I am capable of. That comes from having a difficult and arduous life, and most tall guys don't have that. They don't have to work for some things, whereas we short guys do. Chicken and the egg... Its interesting to think about though. I watch these channels for something to do and think about. I've had my share of poooooon, several times over. I share my experiences so other guys know that they aren't the only ones dealing with this, that all this stuff can be overcome, and that persistence with determination pays off eventually. Keep slogging through hell and eventually you come out the other side stronger than you were before. I'm a gearhead, I like to build cars and trucks, then go racing. Thats why I am not leaving the US, tuna scented whistlesacks aren't enough reason for me to stop doing the car thing.
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  450. I'm gen X, and I struggled my entire life. I left the farm as soon as I graduated high school in 1987, because any money I earned was taken by my parents and I worked every day for nothing growing up. Not work like an office paper pusher or fast food job, it was bench pressing 265lbs at 17 when I weighed 175-180lbs, and spent no time in the gym kind of work. Joined the military in 1988 and got worked beyond imagining in Desert Shield/Storm, then the draw down in 1992 after the collapse of the Soviets meant I got kicked out. It got worse from there, but I kept going. Worked in a factory, and also put in 50 to 70 hours every week to make a living on $11 an hour. In summer the factory was 120F to 135F, in winter it was 80F to 95F even when it was below zero outside. I never worked fast food, stocking shelves, retail, or any other service type nametag/hairnet min-wage job. All my jobs were technical, and I learned them by doing them. OJT. I was a machinist and CNC programmer when it was a very steep learning curve. I worked on cars and trucks, rebuilt transmissions after I learned how to do transmissions at a VoTech. Never bought a new car, I have always driven old cars and trucks. The newest thing I ever bought was a 1998 in 2004 and it had 80k on it. I am VERY good at working on and repairing vehicles, and there is a reason I don't buy anything newer than 2007, and thats because I need several different scanners and diagnostic systems to make all the various parts talk to each other on newer stuff than that. I can take a $500 rolling shell and turn it into a reliable daily driver for less than $5000, oh and it will be about as fast as a new Hellcat. The first house I bought was $37k in 1995, because it was built in 1910 and was actually two additions on a single room shack. Ex wife screwed that up and I lost it when she got 71% of my gross pay in child support. She was the worst mistake I ever made. Had to go back to the military in 2000 because all the factories were packed up and sent to Mexico in 97-99. Just in time for my second major conflict and getting worked until my body gave out at 35 years old. Final divorce was in 2013, I don't even date anymore. Left me living in my car, but I bought some land by selling some old car parts and my parents loaning me $2000 for the down payment. I built my house and the shop by hand, while being crippled and on a fixed income of $2000 a month. Paid off the land and building loan in 8 years, that was February 2021. I saw all of this coming, and got out from under all debt. The land was under $30k, because its in the woods of northern Michigan, the building loan was $30k, because doing it yourself saves you on labor. I turned $30k into a 32x48x12 shop with a concrete floor and a two post lift to work on my cars. Contractors wanted $90k to put up a 24x24x8 garage after I cleared the trees for the foundation. I can build that garage right now for about $6k, the largest expense is trusses and the steel roofing. I am still working to get what I want, building old cars from rusty heaps. There is no way I can afford to buy the cars I drive, have to build them. Buy a new car and you have the loan, the interest, full coverage insurance, taxes, and plates/registration is thousands of dollars. Build an old car you have a few weeks of work, a low cost of entry, plates are dirt cheap, and you can drive it around on crash and burn minimum insurance, and never have to take out a loan. 20 year old half ton trucks are the cheap way to go right now. All my life I have known that if I wanted something, I had to work to get it, and usually I had to work harder than most people, because my family or an ex wife was taking most of what I earned. Its like I have been pulling a weighted sled my entire life and I fought to keep up with everyone else as much as I could, and it made me incredibly strong.. but not rich. There are very few things I cannot do competently, because I have never been able to afford to pay someone else to do it. If you think people were buying houses and new cars on min wage during my lifetime, you are delusional. The boomers had it better than I did, but they still had to do more than the bare minimum of showing up to a nowhere job. You cannot imagine how much work I put in during my life, but at 55 I can bench over 500lbs, or pick up 500lbs and carry it. None of that strength came from a gym or juice/gear, it was eating a lot and being worked an insane amount for months on end. You don't get that kind of strength in a soft hands office environment. I can lift like that, but man does it hurt for a lot longer as I get older, so I usually use something to lift heavy stuff. It keeps the muscles attached to bones that way. Bootstraps? No.. LEARN HOW to do things, the more you know the more valuable you are... and NEVER get married.
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  477.  @MatthewVanston  to be fair, I have some lipids on me, but I have a lot more muscle mass. When you have lots of mass covered with a little pudge, you look quite a bit like its all pudge. However the reason for my name on here is for a couple reasons other than that. First its memorable, because its silly yet kinda gross. Second it takes away the obvious avenue of coming at me when I bet you to it by saying, why yes I am rather large. There is also a joke in there, because while I was in the USAF I came back from the desert in 2001 with a six pack, because after the events of today that year, we were stuck on Camp Doha with nothing better to do. No airplanes, no work, so we spent entire days in the Gym Arnold donated to the Army. I came back with very low BF% and my USAF unit put me on the weight program. They did not care that I was stronger than everyone else in my unit, and probably on base, they decided I was too heavy despite coming back 20lbs lighter than when I went over. Now, 20+ years later, in my 50s, I have a belly, but you can also see my ribs and the definition in the rest of me is pretty good. Not bodybuilder good mind you, but like a svelte power lifter. In 1991, after my first war and the massive airlift to support it, where I was being overworked severely, I had 22" arms, 52" chest, and nearly 30" thighs, while being only 5'8" and I could lift far more than I looked like I could. So I know a thing or two about work, muscle, strength, and masculinity. and yeah, I have a belly, its damn hard to get rid of it when I can't run anymore since the 2004 deployment. Walking it off doesn't work, because I can't go that far, and riding a bike causes pain, but I will be getting in more miles on a treadmill and my bike over the winter and next spring. I think it would be hilarious to not have the belly and keep the name while being ripped..
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  478. Ya know, the range of people regarding every attribute of human existence, varies greatly. Some people are smarter than others, some are more adaptable or flexible to changing environments. To have friends, you have to be someone that people want to be around. If you need ethanol or weeds to achieve that, there is something lacking. To have money, you need to focus on getting it, put in the work and make it happen, some people aren't interested in lots of money (like me, I have enough to do what I want) others want money but have no idea how to get it, most people don't want to put in the work to get it. The guys who put in the work and focus on it, get what they work for. You won't get rich working for someone else, you have to find a niche you can utilize and make your money there if you want to get ahead of the crowd. That takes a hell of a lot more work and time than working for someone else. It takes discipline and motivation too. Most men, myself included, have friends because of a common interest. Most of my friends are car guys, we build, race, and drive cars. I'm not friends with many of the guys who have an old car that only leaves the garage for a car show, just one to be honest. He's old, pushing 80, and owns a numbers matching 69 Judge, and a 65 GTO kinda like mine as in not original but a nice driver, but his is nicer for sure. I don't have many friends who aren't into cars and trucks, but the ones I do have other similar interests like RC planes/boats/cars, or long distance hole makers. If you don't do anything, you won't make friends. You have to go somewhere, talk to people, and have a common interest beyond bottles and papers.
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  487. What you're seeing is guilt. He was trained to feel guilty about nearly everything by a strict religious family. Not exactly a bad thing, but it can have consequences and there are better ways to raise kids than instilling guilt as the prime mover for obedience. Want to know who were the wild unrestrained people who made lots of poor choices when I was in the USAF and living around the US/world? It was the preacher's kids. Every PK I have known has been through a period of their lives where they rebelled against the parents and religious rules. Some Amish communities push kids out to the world without support so they can see what its like, and that usually removes any notion of wanting to stay out here, but they don't seem to be like the evangelical types who seem to have this problem in droves. If the family is strict, the chances the kids will fall prey to things like online spicy stuff is higher. They don't have the skills/tools to deal with it, and they are the ones who find themselves compelled to engage in the illicit behavior. All they have is guilt, and it crushes them. This kid is messed up by what he has been doing, that is plainly obvious. But he has the added guilt, that is making it worse for him. There is a strange euphoria that comes with doing something illicit and forbidden when you're in your teens and twenties. I remember having it when I was about 12, and learning how things worked and the obvious reasons for spit tails. The kid in this vid was kept away from this sort of thing, and told he would be thrown in a fiery lake for eternity if he looked at it. There are better ways to keep your kids from engaging in less than brilliant activities. He needs to deal with that guilt first, because if he doesn't he will relapse over and over and have a miserable life. If you're one of these young guys who found the spicy sites early in life and have a religious upbringing: Deal with the guilt first, until you have the skills to handle that, you will not succeed. After the guilt, you need to work on discipline and will power. You do that through self talk, mildly chiding yourself when you have errant thoughts. I used that method to deal with my PTSD, to keep me from getting irrationally enraged at perceived thrteats. It works, but its difficult. For somewhere around 3 years I worked on rewiring my mind so it didn't go down the rage path under stress. You retrain your mind to go to better places, and like Bo said, physical work helps with that immensely. Work out, lift heavy stuff, go for hikes in nature and retrain your brain. The spicy stuff is just the symptom of much larger issues, and its entirely in your head. Some people catch bad habits easily, smoking, drinking, other harder things, this subject.. whatever. Some of us are not as prone to it. The more you deal with early in life, the easier everything else is later, aka been there, done that. The easier and softer your life is, the harder it is later when you run into that problem for the first time. My family never had a hang up about that part of life, mom and dad had six kids so they were gettin down often. When dad passed in 2020 we found his 'stash' of rather interesting things, think leather and rope. All of us kids are well adjusted, my parents didn't try to keep everything away from us, but they also did not over share. We were never made to feel guilty about that part of life, never told it was bad, just that it was private and not something you want to spread around and flaunt. The oldest three of us don't smoke, but the younger three smoke. The oldest and youngest have issues with drinking, the rest of us don't. The two of us who went to the military have PTSD, mine is from the oldest trying to delete me, so I have other issues and am far from perfect, despite having very few vices if any. I've never felt guilt. Thats because of how I grew up, lets just say it wasn't pleasant (daily terror for most of it mostly due to my older brother), and I have been twice diagnosed by VA shrinks as a sociopath. Its not as bad as it sounds, we just have to try/make an effort to feel empathy, we have no remorse nor guilt, but I have a code or set of rules I live by, and it overlaps with society to a large extent. Also have PTSD which brings its own set of 'fun' things. As such I do not have an issue with spicy stuff, no guilt dragging me down, no problems with the equipment not working, I VERY much prefer the real thing. I had an exceptionally high spice drive from about age 11 to 37, and it caused me to make some bad choices in who I got with, and what I would put up with. Thankfully now I don't have much drive, almost no interest and that whole system is now a 'maintenance' issue more than an amusement park. It works flawlessly though, which is the maintenance at work.
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  494.  @ferd1775  it made me VERY muscular, like 5'8" and 240lbs with a six pack muscular. Able to bench or lift and carry 500lbs muscular. Then they broke me by working me at 35 like they did at 21, and it was at 21 back in 1990-91 that I packed on all the muscle. So I haven't been able to run since 2003, got messed up in 2004, medical discharge in 2005. Max distance I could walk was 100 yard per day until 2014. 100% service connected P&T so I am on a fixed income. Its more than just the physical stuff. Now I can walk a good bit, but my metabolism is all screwed up (long story about a childhood diet due to supposed allergies) so it is still super easy to pack on more muscle mass despite the fact I am 54 now. Also I wrestled in high school and a bit at the base level in Europe before the war, and wrestlers tend to have some issues with weight because of cutting so much in high school. I would cut 30 to 40lbs every November to make the first tournament in December, but thats not military.. So as I do work around my property, because I cannot afford to pay someone to build my house, shop, cars, do the landscaping, clear trees, shovel gravel etc. I have gotten bigger and heavier. Not being able to run is the reason I am quite large. The max caloric intake I have on any given day is 1900, usually I am around 1000 calories. If I go higher than 2000, I pack on a ton of pudge real fast. So now I am 325lbs, but I look like 240ish, have no double chin, no flab anywhere but the old man belly, which is shrinking since I stopped drinking coffee.. the coffee was inflaming my abdomen making it distend. My job was air cargo, for an idea of what its like during wartime, take two F150s, put them in a parking lot bumper to bumper, now push them across the lot. Do that for 12 hours a day, every day for a year. Then you can alternate with carrying 100lbs in each hand up three stories while running, over and over for 12 hours every day for a year. Then go to a 7 on 1 day off schedule for another six months. I was loading planes single handed in 120F-135F heat in Kuwait in 2004. Pallets were between 2000 and 10,000lbs each. When I was 22 my measurements were bigger than Arnold, but I have more of a power lifter physique, not a body builder, more like a 5'8" version of the Mountain from GOT. So yeah... the USAF made me huge, punished me for it the rest of the time I was in, broke me, ended up on a fixed income, and I can't stay active enough to not have a belly... Working on it though.
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  495.  @tiffanygrever8092  I am polite, not nice. There is a difference. Also, most of my weight is muscle. I am 5'8" tall, 320lbs, and you can see my ribs. I can pick up 500lbs and carry it relatively easily. You know Game of Thrones? Well take the Mountain, and shrink him to 5'8" give him a full head of hair, and you have me. It required a ludicrous amount of work and effort to gain this muscle, and it came from my military job, not a gym. So its different than someone who sits around all day, stuffing their cake hole with unhealthy stuff, and never ran a mile in their life. I have a belly, and I am barrel shaped, but there is no double chin, no extra flab beyond a thin layer that obfuscates my muscle. Most women do not want a 5'8" muscle bound freak who is built like a silverback gorilla... but a surprising number of them do. Well at least for a few romps of being slammed against a wall and railed like a wild animal. Yes many of them are fit and not flabby, currently there is a cute 27 year old who flirts with me every time I go through her checkout line. I am 54 and do not dye my hair, its gray like Gandalf. I call myself this as a joke to the USAF, because they worked me to build all this muscle in 1990. 10 August 90 to some time in January or February 91 without a day off, 12 hour shifts, lifting and running with very heavy stuff for the entire shift. They made me huge then punished me for it the whole time I was in. When I got back from Kuwait in 2001, they put me on the weight program again, despite the fact I had a six pack and no belly. Thats where the name comes from. So yeah, I don't want some female who is over 140lbs. She has to look and smell good for me, because she will definitely get what she wants from this gorilla looking man... if she earns it.
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  498.  @daveswaninger1077  speaking of kids. I have two daughters who are now 27 and 29. Before the ex took off with them in 2001 I was teaching them all the time. They could both read and write before they were 4 years old, along with running computers. I was there teaching them when they learned to crawl, walk, run, ride bikes, talk, and the first letters my kids learned were GTO sitting on my knee at the nose of my 1970 Pontiac GTO. All of that I did while I was working 50 to 70 hours every week. I taught them math using my wrenches in my shop while working on cars as a side business to pay for parts to build the car I drag raced. They went into kindergarten reading, writing, and doing multiplication in their heads. I have a divot in the back of my skull from the coffee mug their mother hurled at me while I was teaching the youngest to read. It was completely unprovoked, bipolar females don't need a reason. When the neighbors called the cops because of her screaming and trying to harm me, the cops always wanted to arrest me. Never a mark on her, and I would be stopping the bleeding and wearing shredded shirts. You never know what she was going to do. I endured it to be there for my kids. I am a war vet with PTSD, so living with her was a living nightmare.. and I still did everything I could to protect my kids, usually from her, and teach them as much as I could. I got paid every Friday when I was between enlistments and when she had access she would have me $400 overdrawn by Tuesday. So yeah I shut off her access to the bank when she had me $600 overdrawn and hadn't paid the bills for two months and it was all turned off. Either the good ones don't like me, or there aren't many good ones out there, because I have only met one woman who treated me well. We dated for almost 4 years, and are still friends.
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  500.  @nikoryu-lungma  fresh and fit and their ilk are pushing a different idea than what RP was and has been. They use it to get some, and RP knowledge can be used that way, because its simply about reality rather than narrative and wishful fantasy. The metaphor used in the matrix movies can be used to describe religion, ideology, cults, and society itself. Once you see it for what it actually is, you are no longer held by it, but you can go in and mess around all you want like Neo.. heh.. They use that knowledge to get spicy time. Masculinity is on a downward spiral because fathers are not allowed to be in their kids lives, unless they fit the narrative. Mothers throw dads out unless they obey ever without question, because thats what society tells her to demand and do if he doesn't obey. You have a few men who lead the family and the wife knows her job is to support him, while she also knows if she leaves him she will never get one better than she has now. My brother has that going on, his wife is one of very few women who has earned my respect. Men follow competence, capability, knowledge, and its all based on merit. You must earn your place among men, it is not given. Leadership is important, as is honor and loyalty, if a man has none of those three, he is an outcast and rightfully so. If a woman has none of those, she is simply female. Its not her job to be a leader while honor and loyalty are not useful for her. She is different than men. It is what it is. I learned about leadership in the USAF, who was a tyrant, who was capable and competent, and who was under the impression that they needed to micromanage everything and everyone. The weak ones became tyrants. The incapable and less than competent were not respected. The NCO above you having no loyalty to his subordinates was far less effective at motivating people. You have to fight for your guys when they deserve it, not jump on the bandwagon and bash them yourself. I was the type of NCO who treated them like adults, here is your job, go handle it without causing damage to anything. I would watch what was going on as I worked with them, and if someone was being unsafe I would address it with them. The only time I ever raised my voice was to be heard over jet or diesel engines. People liked working with and for me, because I knew what the hell I was doing, I fought for them when they needed me to, and I worked along side them in the weather rather than sitting in an office somewhere. I had military and civilian air crews asking for me personally, by name, to come work their planes, because everything went so smoothly and any issues with the cargo were addressed right there quickly and efficiently. I found that being really good at what you do means you get to do more of it. Before I got out on a medical in 2005, they had me supervising ten airmen in two different duty sections on two different shifts, I only worked with two of them. Also I had 12 extra duties, including safety NCO and vehicles NCO, which meant I was often staying well past my 12 hour shift's end to handle things, I usually got 4 to 6 hours of sleep 2003 to 2005 and went without sleep for 2 to 5 days several times while I was in. Leadership and masculinity go hand in hand. Decisiveness, being able to function under incredible stress, and making good decisions every time is what earns respect from subordinates. People will follow you if you are competent and can solve problems and get the job done. If everything you do fails, they will not follow you. If you have no idea what you are doing, nobody will follow you. If you demand they obey and demand they respect you, they will not. All of that is lost on young males today. They have no idea how it works or why. Females can't really grasp it either, they think being a Karen is being a good strong leader, they have no freakin clue how it works. The worst NCOs I had above me were weak males and females. Capricious, vindictive, petty, and they mistreated me because they were intimidated by me physically and mentally. They outranked me because they had been in longer. I could write a novel on what those poor 'leaders' did to me over the years, just because they could. Several of them ended up with bad conduct discharges for what they did to me. I vowed to NEVER mistreat anyone like they did to me and to defend other members from being mistreated like I was. You're right about fighting, in the respect you described it, and also in being capable of inflicting grievous harm on others. Every male knows that there is always the probability of a disagreement going physical. Standing your ground to someone who is obviously more dangerous than you are is either foolhardy or brave. Which that might be depends on your competence and capability. Men are both simple and complex, as is masculinity. Most people simply don't know what it is, but they will have an opinion on it based on people like Tate and Fresh and Fit... rather than on someone who actually deserves it.
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  506. I am the 2nd of six kids, I was ten (sister) and thirteen (brother) when the last two came along, and I had to help raise them and work the farm. I have two of my own kids, when I was 25 and 27, they are 27 and almost 30 now, both daughters. Raising kids is not difficult compared to the jobs I have done in my life. CNC machinist/programmer, farming, auto mechanic/shop owner, and Air Cargo in the USAF where I lifted heavy stuff and pushed even heavier things all day every day in the two largest airlifts in world history. Kids are easy, you keep an eye on them while you do other things, and you teach them about what you are doing. I taught my kids how to read using emblems on my old muscle cars. The first letters they learned were GTO while sitting on my knee at the nose of my 1970 GTO. Then Firebird, Pontiac, and on we went learning letters, the sound they make, how to write them, and by the time they went to school both my kids were reading high school level. I taught them math with my wrenches, metric wrenches are great because they are longer as the wrench gets bigger and they have a number on them. Only problem (very slight) is they start around 6mm. Fractions are easy when you use wrenches. My daughters also learned about cars and trucks, because after my factory job machining piston rings, I worked on cars in my tiny one car garage. I would take them out there with me, sit them on the fender, and teach them about what I was doing. Its fun rebuilding a Th350 transmission with your 6 year old daughter learning how. I worked 50 to 70 hours every week in the factory trying to stay ahead of the wife's spending, which is impossible. Give her any amount of money and she will have it gone and you overdrawn in a week, she will waste it on frivolous junk and have nothing to show for it. Working all those hours and still spending time with my kids, its easy when you don't waste your life watching TV. Spending time with my kids was vastly more enjoyable, and rewarding than working any of my jobs, and I am damn proud of the work I did in the USAF. Lots of humanitarian airlift too... just sayin. Raising kids was the easiest thing I ever did. After the divorce when I would get to have them overnight while I was on leave, then for the summer after I got out in 2005, was not a problem.. once I got them to understand life is different at my house. They had things to do and there was none of the bad things their mother had them doing, like shoplifting. The ex did her best to turn them against me, but with me they did not get screamed at, nor did they get hit, and there was always food in the house for the entire month. Their mother would rip through the monthly checks in the first week and then have almost nothing left to eat at the end. She still doesn't grasp that you have to stretch it for the entire month, and she turns 50 this fall. I'll take raising kids over working a job any day. I would love to have someone to teach everything I have learned over the years. I had to learn it all on my own, because my dad was not someone I wanted to be around. I got hit when he was around. I left the farm at 17 and never looked back. Dad quit farming soon after that, nobody was there to do the work and farming in the 80s and early 90s was not profitable. We finally got along somewhat ok when I was 45, and I fixed an old 1964 Plymouth for him that he had just bought. He got back into cars because of my younger brother and I being into them so heavily. He learned not to hit me anymore when I was 16, and I KO'd him. Only took one time. He is gone now, the hospital ended him in 2020 after a minor car accident when he was 76. As for how difficult it is to make content for online? I make car videos, and I work on my cars that I show in my stuff, making the video and editing it is simple and easy. It takes a lot less time and effort than rebuilding an engine, installing a transmission, or doing whatever else. Think of all the ones on webcams, spending hours every day to get money for taking things off... Best I can do is sand the old paint off a body panel..
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  511.  @masterblaster1502  its not just those guys. I saw this every time I was stationed overseas, going all the way back to the 1980s. Picture this: You're in a country that does not share your language. 3000 to 6000 single men on base. 200 to 300 single women on base. Most of the men are in very good physical condition. The number of times an attractive man will say hello, flirt, or give attention to the females in a day is astronomical. Just from attractive men saying hi, she will get an inflated ego, and assume she is the hottest thing under the sun. Any man who does not measure up to her now lofty standards, is seen as beneath speaking to her. That process takes less than a year to be complete, and every 2 will believe she is a 10, just from verbal greetings in passing. We called it golden kitty syndrome. Using the P word instead. (GPS) The other thing is what happened in Korea 20 years ago, I was there 2002-2003. I hd stopped speaking to military females way back in 1990 after the first three asserted my hello was untoward. During the process of briefings for the new base, the men and women were separated. An NCO from medical came out and told us men flatly. DO NOT SLEEP WITH MILITARY FEMALES. He said go off base and meet Russians, Filipinos, and Korean ladies. The reason being is that all the women on base will stay on base, because they have ZERO value in Korea, nobody off base wants anything to do with them. They are relegated to the men on base, and they will forget they are married within the first two days of getting there. Because of the GPS, they would ALL hook up with the same ten to twenty men on base, the tallest, hottest, most promiscuous men who can take several of them back to his room every night if he wants and have them all. Yes, that happens. What happens when they are all sharing the same men who are the most attractive? Well one of those guys goes slumming off base, picks up a passenger that gets spread to the other females on base, who give it to the other guys who are daft enough to hook up with military females, and suddenly every female on base is in the medical building getting smeared and cured. Five or six guys catch it along with the one who brought it in. Today its in the rest of the world. Women can get that verbal greeting from millions of men. A dating app is where men have to fling messages to hundreds of them a day just to get one reply. Take 2000 men, making 100 to 300 messages a day, and suddenly the females are inundated with attention. Now make it the billion or so people on that app, sending messages. The 300lb mom of two I know gets 300 to 600 messages every day, and you can see on her pic she is not tiny. Its not so much thirst as it is the way its working, men have to 'hello' and 'hru' thousands of them to get one to simply reply. They don't know any better, and they keep doing it because they have no other options. Every so often a 'female' will reply, but its usually a bot... just to keep him there and entice him to pay to be able to message more of them. 20 years ago I got lots of them on the apps, because not many people were using them. I haven't used any online thing since 2014. I met one woman on there who wasn't repulsive in person, and we saw each other until 2018. She and I are still friends, because she is cool. I got her because I was funny, didn't do the hey bb hru thing, and I knew the difference between innuendo and double entendre. Mastery of language really helps. Now you could say its my age that makes it useless to use online dating, and in some ways thats correct. They see 54 and even worse 5'8", at which point they nope out of there. However, in person, I get a ton of college age women flirting, hitting on me, and wanting to get to know me. You should see old women's faces light up when I say hello or even acknowledge they exist in stores. I get LOTS of smiles and submissive looks. The problem online is there are just too many people saying heybb too often, because eventually it might work.. sorta.
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  512. I have no problems with people who have lots of money, or if someone makes more than I do, or is given more than I have. I really do not care, and I do not think they took it from me to get it. I am concerned with my life, and rather than wanting things taken from others and given to me, I have always wanted to know how to get my own. I learned what I had to know to get what I wanted, and money is NOT what motivates me. That is why I build my old cars rather than buy them, because I can afford it that way, and I enjoy doing the work. Thats why I built my house rather than buying one for a lot more money in a city. I can live in the woods away from people, grow my food, produce fuel for my cars, and even have unclothed ladies walking around my yard. What I have a HUGE problem with is wealthy people using all that money to tell us how to live, or to buy legislation that benefits them at our expense. Rockefeller and Hearst both did that 100 years ago, Gates and others are doing it now. They think because they have more money that they are better than us, smarter, like they know what is good for us and that we should all do as we are told. I do not need them, do not need their ideas, and I do not need the be guided through life. I am smart enough to figure it out on my own. The ignorant and dependent people huddled together in cities with their hands out begging to be governed harder might not, but I can. They also like to pull up the ladder so to speak, make it extremely difficult to impossible for anyone else to make money like they have. They buy legislation to achieve that. after they have made theirs. They think its a zero sum game, just like all the people who are pissed that Bezos or Musk have more money than they do. That is scarcity thinking, the same as assuming that women are rare... There is what, 3 billion women on the planet? Having the gov meddle in business in any way is ALWAYS a bad idea, because they will do what benefits them. Also the people in gov are usually not the best and brightest, they are more often the C and D average students. I was in the US military and I have to deal with the gov all the time, trust me.. they are NOT brilliant. Having corporations is not a bad thing, having them buy legislation IS A BAD THING. My man, the thing you need to wake up to is the left is NOT about making life better for all of us. They are about consolidation, and a union is easier to 'handle' than a thousand independent machinists. They give you a little bit, take a big chunk of your pay, then coerce you to do their bidding, and you have to go along with what the union decides. You do not need a union to work together, but the union does make it easier for them to make you obey and do what they want. No, I am not against unions, but I am against them being used in this manner, as a form of coercion and overt influence. The left is all about top down authority, you obey or you get removed from the world of the living. They like to claim the right does that, but they also blame the right for everything the left does. The cronies who are buying influence and legislation are not on the right, they are authoritarians, and that puts them solidly on the left. The R's are not the right, there has been an influx of some in the party being on the right in the last few years, but all the old ones are on the authoritarian side. When I was a teenager in the 80s they both went after music and video games, trying to ban things, regulate them, censor what they did not want to be said.. BOTH "sides" did that. They are still trying to do that, and the old ones always will. My suggest as a man in his mid 50s is for you young guys to get involved, but also to educate yourselves so you don't fall for the bad ideas being bandied about. All you need to do is look at Europe in the 1900s to see just how bad an idea the left has had. They have been behind everything that is making your life worse, less fulfilling, and less than enjoyable. Learn to spot them, its easy because their rhetoric stays the same, with some nomenclature adjustments. Its always victim olympics, oppressor oppressed. They have so many assertions about this or that, and precious little of it works the way they say it does... but it sure as hell works wonderfully to delude the masses into thinking they are trying to help while they ruin your lives and limit your opportunities. 'Blame others for what you are doing' is their modus operandi. Look at the big cities, they complain about red lining and other things, when THEY ARE THE PEOPLE WHO DID IT. They are really good at convincing people its the others, but its them. Its always them making things worse for us and better for themselves. They are not going to help you, give you free stuff, or save you. The corporations don't get that money and property for free... they are bought and buy people in office in a mutually beneficial system of corruption.
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  515.  @manosijroy8282  to be honest man, you don't want to have a conversation with them. If they are from anywhere outside the Russian speaking areas, you're not tall enough. If they speak Russian, you aren't assertive and confident enough, they will destroy you. The fact you're timid and shy bears that out, I am not trying to be mean, I am giving you facts. Get your parents to set you up, unless of course you're from one of the bottom two castes, in which case.. look to Africa or south east Asia. That caste system is jacked up. No matter what you look like, if you're timid they are not going to like you for anything but an emotional tampon at best. Want confidence? Get into BJJ or some kind of combatsports, get proficient at it so you can actually win matches. Dangerous men are not timid nor unconfident. They have proven to themselves in the crucible of competition, thus they do not need to prove themselves to others. I wrestled in high school, and I was the strongest and toughest kid in school because of it. I was a monster. Then I enlisted in the US military, got more training. Trust me, they like dangerous men. The ones who look like me are a problem far more than a benefit. I was 'seeing' an Indian who went to uni here, her family is from the 2nd from top caste, she was all about status, she liked me because of the blue eyes, assertiveness, and how I intimidate almost everyone. She is 32 and alone now.. Sure, they initially like me because I have blue eyes and light colored hair (before it went gray), but if I was not confident, assertive, and absolutely fearless, they would not like me. I am 5'8" and I do not appear to be wealthy, I tend to hide that part of me as I prefer to look nearly homeless. It is a good filter to tell if they actually like me or not.
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  519.  @kristopherexe577  my parents were together until mom passed in 2014, they didn't like me, but they were together. My ex wife's dad took off, and after seeing how her mom and her are, I can see why. I stubbornly refused to leave my kids, no matter what she did and she did a lot, then the court forced me out of their lives. I had to pay, but I rarely got to see them, and I could not protect them from her or the males she brought around. She told them I didn't care about them, only the money. She kicked them both out when they turned 19 and the support ended. She told them I wasn't giving her any support, while 71% of my gross was being given to her before I ever saw it. She told them I mistreated all of them when they were little, completely gaslighting them because they remembered me teaching them to read, count, run computers, and more. She told them I ignored them, when in reality I was ignoring her because she liked to get irrationally angry to put it VERY mildly. When they were teenagers and came to spend a summer with me in 2009, they both realized their mother not only lied, but was getting most of my income and wasting it on herself. The two times I had both of them the courts seized my bank account as a punitive measure, it did not go to the ex, they just took it and kept it while I had my kids with me. An entire month with zero money, trying to keep me from getting time with my kids. Still I managed to have food in the house all month, where she would take the $6000 she got from her 2nd husband and me, and waste it on herself in a week, then the kids would be hungry for the last two weeks of every month. If your dad knows you exist, he probably wanted to have you in his life. However, she undoubtedly made that so impossible and horrific that its easier for him to tell himself you don't exist. I had to do that to keep my sanity, and to stop myself from checking out. From 2001 to 2009 I got a total of 12 days with them. Every time I came home on leave, I would spend most of that week trying to find them. Then I would get an afternoon with them at most. I loved being a dad and teaching my daughters everything they needed to know. I was robbed of all those years, and yes I am VERY salty about it. Find your dad, but expect him to be distant, he had to be if he is anything like me.
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  529. Hannah sounds like those guys who think only a shop can work on cars, that it will cost a hundred thousand to rebuild an old car without rust. They can't do the work, so they assume nobody else can. They don't have the tools, so they assume nobody else does unless its a shop. I'm one of those guys, who is not super wealthy, but I have a lift in my shop because working on cars is something I do for fun, its my reason for living to be honest. As for cooking: I have flour, cornmeal, and lots of other things because I bake from scratch every week. I eat fresh fruit, meat, and veggies. Yeah a man who built his house, builds the cars he drives, served in two wars and has taken lives, hunts, fishes, and can do all sorts of survival things, can also bake and cook from scratch. I grew up on a farm, we had to be able to do things ourselves rather than have someone come out to do it for us. You can do multiple things at the same time, while one thing is curing/drying/heating, you do other things. Its time management. Some people are good at it, most aren't. Yes the chick making gum from scratch with the monotone narrating is playing a role, nobody dresses like that when they are cooking or gardening. What she is doing is not unrealistic, its the way things were done prior to the disposable economy we have now. My grandparents had chickens on the farm, and I remember grandma lopping off heads and plucking them with my aunts and cousins when I was a kid, before my dad bought the farm and we moved out there. I have two kids of my own, and I was number 2 of 6 kids, I am 10 years older than 5 and 13 years older than 6, so I have LOTS of experience raising kids. ITS FREAKIN EASY raising kids. I would have much rather stayed home and hang out with my kids, teaching them how to do things, than going to work for 50 to 70 hours every week to pay for everything. It just might be that I can do so much because I had to do things myself if I wanted them done. I couldn't rely on anyone else, and I had lots of things to do every day growing up. Are they so incapable that they can't take care of the house and kids? I did that AND worked as a CNC machinist, auto mechanic, and from 2000 to 2005 while in the USAF working 12 hour shifts. Urban people seem to be softer, less capable, and don't think they can do or learn things. Grow up on a farm and you'll learn how to do a mind boggling number of things, and you'll be proficient in them too.
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  530.  @erickaleigh1650  I see, you have been chasing the dregs, probably because they are tall or something and don't care about you. Match made in heaven, because men like me don't want you either, and you would turn us down because we aren't 6'4... never mind the fact if I say hello to American, Canadian, and European women its out of politeness, not interest. Y'all have made yourselves as uninteresting and repulsive as possible. So its no wonder all you find are the dregs. The rest of us simply avoid you. The only sports I watch are my friends who live farther south than I do, going out and racing other friends. Yeah I spend some time playing PC games in the evening, rather than watching TV, because its time spent with friends doing fun things together that require teamwork, communication, and capabilities. Things that make men bond with each other. Yeah, my name describes me for the most part, but the reason I am a bit large is because I haven't been able to run since 2004, my last deployment made sure of it. Also because the first war in 1990 to '91 packed a whole mess of muscle on me. Ya know, sacrificing for the good of others... so toxic and lazy. I'm good not having one of you in my wallet, because it means I can invest more into my vintage muscle cars that are vastly less expensive, and several orders of magnitude more enjoyable and reliable than you are. Take it from a man who has nearly gone completely around the planet, lived in the societies and cultures on four continents... western women cannot compete with Asian, African, and South American women. I have yet to find a woman overseas who is heavier than 140lbs... its a challenge to find one in the US who is under that.
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  531.  @tufelhunden5795  ex wives seem to always do that, both of mine did. They claimed I did everything they actually did, and worse stuff as well. I sat in jail for things I did not do, just because they said I did. The first turned my oldest against me, telling her I only cared about money, didn't care about her, and didn't want to see her. My daughter figured out her mom was lying to her after she came to visit me after not seeing me for more than a couple hours for 8 years. Now my kid is mad at me for getting with her mom instead of someone else so she isn't talking to me. However... my oldest has a job she has been working at for 8 years, she is moving up, got a raise, and just bought a 2017 Subaru. The first car she ever bought. She learned how to handle money from me, how to work and get ahead in life also from me. Despite being bipolar like her mom (I had no idea what it was 30 years ago when my kid was born) she is working her life like an adult. She honestly doesn't need me to help her, and that makes me damn proud of her. Its sad what her mother has done though, she ruined the lives of my two kids, and my life as well. Not to benefit herself, but out of pure capriciousness and spite. She blames me for everything she did wrong, and we've been divorced since 2001. I've been paid up on support and everything since 2015 and I did not owe anything, they actually owe me. Now, Nebraska (where I grew up and where she lives) is coming after me for more money for something. I have no idea what it is, but I know through the grapevine there is a bench warrant for me, so they are trying something.
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  535. I'm going to leave this here. It is not my quote, but it is how I have lived my life for the most part up until I was 44. At which point, this became my mantra. That was ten years ago, I am 54 today: "How do I deal with setbacks, failures, delays, defeats, or other disasters? I actually have a fairly simple way of dealing with these situations, summed up in one word: “Good.” This is something that one of my direct subordinates, one of the guys who worked for me, a guy who became one of my best friends pointed out. He would pull me aside with some major problem or issue that was going on, and he’d say, “Boss, we’ve got this thing, this situation, and it’s going terribly wrong.” I would look at him and say, “Good.” And finally, one day, he was telling me about something that was going off the rails, and as soon as he finished explaining it to me, he said, “I already know what you’re going to say.” And I asked, “What am I going to say?” And he said, “You’re going to say: ‘Good.’ ” He continued, “That’s what you always say. When Something is wrong or going bad, you just look at me and say, ‘Good.’ ” And I said, “Well. I mean it. Because that is how I operate.” So I explained to him that when things are going bad, there’s going to be some good that will come from it. Oh, the mission got canceled? Good… We can focus on another one. Didn’t get the new high-speed gear we wanted? Good… We can keep it simple. Didn’t get promoted? Good… More time to get better. Didn’t get funded? Good… We own more of the company. Didn’t get the job you wanted? Good… Go out, gain more experience, and build a better resume. Got injured? Good… Needed a break from training. Got tapped out? Good… It’s better to tap out in training than tap out on the street. Got beat? Good… We learned. Unexpected problems? Good… We have to figure out a solutions That’s it. When things are going bad: Don’t get all bummed out, don’t get started, don’t get frustrated. No. Just look at the issue and say: “Good.” Now, I don’t mean to say something trite; I’m not trying to sound like Mr. Smiley Positive Guy. That guy ignores the hard truth. That guy thinks a positive attitude will solve problems. It won’t. But neither will dwelling on the problem. No. Accept reality, but focus on the solution. Take that issue, take that setback, take that problem, and turn it into something good. Go forward. And, if you are part of a team, that attitude will spread throughout. Finally: if you can say the word “good,” then guess what? It means you’re still alive. It means you’re still breathing. And if you’re still breathing, that means you’ve still got some fight left in you. So get up, dust off, reload, recalibrate, re-engage – and go out on the attack.” -Jocko Willink
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  539.  @sarahnovella4971  I noticed something in the nearly 40 years I have been getting busy with women. The hotter they are, the less personality they have developed. The less attractive they are, to a certain point where they just hate all men, the more interesting they become, because they have to work for attention rather than it being thrown at them. Hot women are usually terrible in bed. The less attractive, but not huge, women are much better with spicy antics. I got with mostly 5s to 7s, and some really homely women like my second ex wife. I wrongly assumed she was too fugly for any man to be desperate enough, while looking good enough to her to get her to sleep around. Well I took ill with a respiratory injury and that lowered the bar drastically. NONE of you are loyal... Its not in your nature. It only takes one event or thing where you perceive weakness and you jump to the nearest Peg D that looks your direction. I've seen THOUSANDS of women do that. The ones who don't have lucky men who have never had to fight off an illness or something else equally banal and ordinary. On the flip side, the tall good looking men have to put in zero effort because you ladies just throw panties at them. They don't have to develop any sort of game or personality, and from the feedback I have gotten from women, they are like the hot chicks in that they are meh in bed. The men who are actually good for you, are invisible to you, or seen as weak/beneath you. This is coming from a 5'8" muscle bound man who has had between 150 and 200 of you get all kinds of naughty with him. Women shoot for the stars when they have a hard time walking across the street. That delusion is increasing and you all think you deserve the absolute best man, and nothing else will do for you. The ones you find annoying are the ones EVERY chick is chasing, and he doesn't have to do anything to get the attention or the intimate access. You do not see the rest of them. You would see me because of my blue eyes, very masculine facial features, lots of muscle mass, and my deep voice. However due to me not being 6'4" many of you (who are under 5'5" even) decline anything to do with me. Lets say that it is 200 that said yes to being with me, there are a few thousand who said no, and many more thousands around the world that have showed zero interest in me so I ignored them. The really amusing thing to be is how many of you wrongly assume I am a nice guy because I am polite. Men are not the shallow ones, women are, and that is getting more prominent daily. You keep going for the men who are vastly out of your league, they will tap it, but not put a ring on it or stick around for long. The guys you chase will never commit to you, and they treat you like a toy, but that delusion is a ratchet that assumes because that one hot guy hit it, that now you are worthy of only the hottest men. Thats because of one simple thing. Every female on the planet assumes she is the only reason anything is even here.. solipsism is the main feature of the female psyche, and the female in the video bears that out with her assumptions and assertions. You can't see the world any way other than through the pro female lens, where women are the pinnacle of evolution and every one of you is the main character... the reality is that every woman on earth is one of the NPCs, but they think they are more important than they are. Its not their fault, its in their coding that has made humans prolific on earth.
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  549.  @Skelstoolbox  I am 54, was in the military for a long time, even though I am 5'8 it was only moderate effort to pick them up. I learned how to tell which ones were interested, then I learned how to talk to them. By the time I was 19 I had some pretty stellar game, and my confidence was huge, just like it is now. I know I can do things, because I have done it many times. Although as I get older, I do them slower, and it hurts more. Two wars, lots of altercations which were not started by me, and around 120 wrestling matches between 8th grade and my second year in the military. I was always muscular after I turned 15. and was benching over 300 before I turned 20. Muscle helps. Most were ready to go within half an hour of meeting me, knowing which ones are interested made it go a lot faster with a decent batting average. I met the first ex the night I turned 24, she asked me how many I had and I could remember 88 before her, she was 89. Then we divorced when I was 32 and I was off to the races again. At any given time I had between 3 and 6 of them I could call to come over and get some. They rotated out and I met new ones. Second ex was somewhere north of 150. My final divorce was ten years ago, and I put another 30 or so under my belt before last year when I essentially stopped talking to them. Blond hair, ice blue eyes, 22" arms, strong jawline, heavy brow, and I have gotten better looking as I got older. Being funny really helps, and I even got some for having good grammar. The last year or so I am showing my age more, but I still get interest from them way too young. They are always smiling at me and looking down and away like they are shy. The deep voice helps a lot, and if I have been yelling or something the day before I am as deep bass as Michael Clarke Duncan was. I am told I smell good, my T really draws them in, even when I don't shower for a day or two.. Its not every woman, not even close to that, but its enough that I notice when they do it. I never thought I looked good, but apparently I did to them. 2 or 3 were exceptionally good looking. Most were 6-7, a huge number of 5s, and sometimes I would nail a large one to break a dry spell. Dry spells came when I would change bases, new country/state, new group of locals, takes some time to learn your way around. The second ex was quite homely, but she was a virgin and seemed to have the right mindset, so I gave her a chance and she screwed it up after 9 years together. These days I don't care what she looks like, if she has kids, or whatever, as long as she doesn't give me any luggage... like herpeghonasphyilades. I don't know the actual number, can't remember them all. I have to think about where I was stationed, what car I was driving, what color they were, what language they spoke, or which phase of my life I was in. 30 to 50 was the highest rate, and most of them were between 18 and 28. I feel far more accomplished about the cars I have built, how fast they are, the things I did in the military, the places I have been a,d the achievements I have attained, females were just a way to sate my ludicrously high drive. Around 38 it finally started to subside, it really sucked having to get some every two days minimum to be able to think clearly, so I found a way to get some. Only two came from bar's or clubs. Most I met when they were at work, through friends, or just walking by and saying Hi. Confidence, muscle, blue eyes, deep voice and game. I am one of the most masculine men you would ever meet, and I don't try to be, because it doesn't matter to me at all. I just am and have things I like to do, like building muscle cars, lifting heavy stuff, building houses, and landscaping. If I need something done, I learn how to do it or buy the equipment I need to do it. Until I was 40 I was looking for one to spend my life with making memories. They just wanted the blue eyed silverback to give them a hard ride for the memories, most were one night stands or a few weeks to two months. 6 or so were somewhat longer, both marriages were 8 and 9 years, respectively. I was surprised to learn most guys have 1 to 3 in their entire lives. I had a drive that needed satiated, that was most of it.
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  551. ANY TIME they start out with "let me be clear" you can bet there is a specific idea pattern going on in their heads, and it is most definitely NOT family oriented. She started out talking about 'these communities', who she means is the homies in the communitah. They started throwing ebony men out of families in the 60s, because it meant more money for the mom if there was no dad around. They called it section eight, mom gets housing and money, dad gets tossed out. Now they are blaming men for not being around, when they have been taught to not be around, and the moms will deride the dads to the kids. Since the 1980s it has been pushed on the rest of us, but Asians and Latinos have resisted it far better, because to them family is everything. Cause the problem, blame someone else for the problem, keep people depending on the handouts so they keep you in an office you do not deserve. Want to know why men are using the immediate self checkout lane at a rate that is now 8x that of women? You only have to look into if he is dealing with the court system over his kids or assertions without evidence from the chick he is seeing. You will find your answer there. Get rid of the incentives and safety nets that keep people impoverished through generations, and you will see the birth rate increase. You will also see poverty drop precipitously, but they don't want that for the homies. They don't want that for all of us either. They want subservient obedient beings from which they can profit. That doesn't even begin to address the fact that most of the communitahs have the clinics where kids can be kicked out of their first room before they are ready to leave it on their own. What do you have in those parts of town? Long distance hole punch shops, a place to get a 40 or some MD 20/20, and room clearing services. That is the only thing that is zoned in those areas. Its designed to keep a certain demographic from thriving, its been going on for 60 years and its working flawlessly. Everything that comes from alone moms in the communitah is exactly what they want. I am tired of the homies being used like that. I am tired of being eyed with suspicion and derision just because I have blue eyes and light colored hair.
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  552. 50/50 even? IT CANNOT HAPPEN. The human race will go extinct. Making men more like women makes them unattractive and undesirable. Making women like men also makes them unattractive and undesirable. We are different for a reason, men and women fit together like gears in a machine. The highs fit into the lows. If we are equal its like having two smooth wheels rather than gears, its very inefficient that way. Females cannot lift what men can lift, they do not have the spatial skills and abilities inherent in men, they do not have the aggressiveness and problem solving inherent in men. That means they cannot do the vast majority of work men do. I worked in a factory back in the 90s. From time to time they would complain about my overtime. When they did I would take a vacation day on Friday and on Monday, when I normally worked Saturday and often Sunday. The backlog of parts when I came in to work on Tuesday would me IMMENSE, visually displaying just how productive I am. It would be six months to a year before they complained about my OT again. Pay me a bit more, or pay five people to do the same amount of work... your choice. I quit that job in 1998, and in 2000 they packed up the entire plant and shipped it to Mexico. My leaving cost them over $400k a month in production, and they were paying me $11.50 an hour. They didn't try to retain their most productive people for some reason. Now, that is how we rectify this issue. We withdraw, take a vacation, we do not play the game they have rigged against us. Its a vacation, not a walk out. Make it hurt, make them beg you to return and do the work. Work for yourself, build your life and yourself, build muscle, build wealth, and increase your knowledge. The more you know and can do, the more valuable you are. If you are not valuable and you check out, it means nothing. the guy who did my job on 3rd shift did so little and was so inept at it, that nobody noticed when he took his two weeks of vacation or simply didn't show up. His effect was minimal. They sure as hell noticed when I was not there, and I made the job look easy. Around 17 minutes LoM talks about the guys who say they checked out when they never were in the game. He is right. If your feed is all this content, and you aren't doing anything to improve your life, then you are doing what the people pushing the wok eness on us want you to do. i.e. Stop existing.
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  559. You can blame rich people all you want, you can envy/resent them and decry how you aren't rich too, and you can blame the birth rates on them as well if you are trying to push an agenda. How much YOU have is irrelevant to how much I have, as long as you and I have enough. Why don't we have jobs that pay as well? The manufacturing base has been sent to other countries. The workforce was doubled when split tails began competing for the leftover Joe jobs and busy work in offices. Every administration since Wilson has been working diligently to render all of us as rent paying serfs... the cheeto seems to be trying to fix that though. What did rich people do previously? Rockefeller pushed amendments through that outlawed the competition for gasoline (ethanol) to make himself even richer. Hearst pushed to outlaw cannabis so he could eliminate hemp as a competitor. Gates has been trying to make everyone dependent on his OS, and now he is pushing 'health' things which will cost us dearly whilst providing no benefit, and probably harm everyone. Gates is among those who think there are too many people. Now we have two billionaires changing things to benefit all of us. One is building and catching reusable rockets and silly fast EVs, and invested heavily to ensure we could speak freely online. The other has risked his life and being in office has cost him millions if not billions he could have made otherwise. Both are now maligned and loathed by those who listen to the people trying to make us all serfs. The video you're featuring is doing the same, trying to make you resent rich people because you aren't one of them. Its on the same side as Rockefeller, Hearst, Gates, and many others who seek to own everything. WEALTH IS NOT A ZERO SUM GAME!!! You can make your own by producing something valuable that people want. Just because Musk has a lot of it doesn't mean you can't have a lot either, he does things the rest of us don't do... like taking a huge risk and investing in companies that he can turn around and make profitable. He is working on benefitting all of us. If you are working for min wage it means you have no skills or knowledge. If you are broke despite making what should be enough money, you are living beyond your means. Wealth is built over time for most of us, thats why we have it when we are older rather than younger. You have to build on what you have, which includes skills, knowledge, abilities, and the risks you take. Stop complaining that wealthy people have money and you don't. GO MAKE YOUR OWN. There is no damn reason why they should give you anything for which you have not worked and earned. We start were we start, and you go from there. We do not start on equal footing and NEVR will. The idea that it all has to be equal is abhorrent lunacy, its what was running Romania and other eastern European countries from 1945 to 1992. That entire ideology is built on envy, resentment, and a sense of entitlement despite having done nothing. Its like that broke skinny kid demanding to marry the hottest actress in the world, and getting mad when it doesn't happen, then resenting everyone and envying the men who get to smash. Get yours, don't concern yourself with what others have, as long as they have enough. Now... get off my lawn.
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  560. I'm 55, USAF vet, traveled the world, the only time anyone ever took a shot at me was in the desert (Iraq, Kuwait, somewhere there) in 1991. How can Europe have inexpensive/free health care and all the other benefits? Its easy when they DON'T NEED A MILITARY BECAUSE THE USA DOES IT FOR THEM! Dubai was nice in 1991 when I went there on leave, long story. Why does the US have high costs for health and education? Because of guv involvement. Compulsory insurance like for vehicles increases costs, and insurance colluding with medical companies makes things hideously expensive. Guaranteed loans for school floods universities with money and they find ways to spend it, because its impossible for people to get out of them. I have to deal with the VA, and if you want to know what it would be like when DC runs everything like they do in Europe, talk to one of us disabled vets. Every one of the people in the video came from big cities like NYC and LA. Not a single one was what you would call highly capable and the 'males' are not masculine. They're all timid and afraid because they've been told they need to be. Get out of the blue 'd' run areas and the USA is a wonderful place to live. I don't lock my doors, I leave the keys in my cars, and if I want to put holes in paper I can do it in my yard and nobody freaks out about it. Nobody breaks in, steals from me, or anything else, and as long as I avoid drunken college kids who're trying to look tough, nobody starts anything with me. I carry, but not because I am afraid of the people who live here or because I think I am going to get into some kind of high speed projectile exchange, it just doesn't happen. I have two blue cities I have to drive through to get back to Nebraska where one of my kid's live and some of my cars still are, so I have 300 rounds and a long distance scary hole puncher in my truck because I have to go through them. I will not be like Reginald Denny when the d's running the place decide to allow riots and I happen to get stuck in one while driving through.
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  572.  @MDE_never_dies  Its funny that his name is actually Chad. He married a VERY hot chick and had four kids with her, she stayed thin and at 34 she was still smokin.. Long dark hair, big ol rack, trim waist.. but the wall was approaching fast. She left him when she was 34 to hook up with a 60 year old Doctor she met online, dude was bald, 40lbs overweight, and same height as her. Chad is a farmer, he not only makes bank, he has $200k in the account he runs the farm on, just sitting there for expenses. Thankfully she didn't take any of his land or make him sell it, but she chose very poorly. Her Dr hit it for a couple years, and moved on to another younger one. Chad went to Ukraine and brought back a 28 year old 5'4 mega hotty. I surprised her at my dad's funeral by talking to her in Russian. I learned it in Korea, with all the Russian juicys that were there at the time. Chad doesn't know any of it, so it was fun making him wonder what I was saying to her. I'm not quite conversational in Russian or German, but I can get around there if I need to. I told him he was daft for getting married again, because he can pull any tail he wants, catch and release style. We will see how it goes when she gets her green card. She might stay with him, who knows. I have game and muscle, thats it really. Couple that with the ability to read nonverbal communication ie body language, and I was able to pull lots of them. I am still awed at the Russian speaking women, even the homely ones are incredibly good looking and ultra feminine. However you have to be a strong willed man to have one of them, because they will test you with fitness tests that make US females look tame. They will lose all respect for you at the slightest sign of weakness. My suggestion for average guys is Thailand or the PI. Thai women are usually smokin hot, big racks on tiny chicks is common. Let me tell ya, they can cook too.. Arab women are good if you can manage to meet and marry one, its nearly impossible to do for a pale dude from the US. Had one of them too, she was amazing, we are still friends 32 years after her mother called off our engagement. Long story...
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  573. Its difficult to trust them when the majority of women who want you are married or have boyfriends. Having them facetime their boyfriend while riding me, trying not to laugh or cough, but making her roll her eyes back a little. Watching them text their guy as I'm behind her, telling him how much she loves him and wants to see him later that night... I was looking for the long term thing, family, memories together, and improving our lives and that of our kids. I was NOT looking to have 150 to 200 of them open up for me. That kinda happened, because I was always looking for one to be with me on my life journey. Didn't have the internet 35 years ago, didn't have anyone telling us all this stuff until ten years ago. You guys get the benefit from us old guys who learned all this the hard way. What the guy with the clipboard says is exactly right. Apparently for 30 years of my life I was a 7-8, surprising for a 5'8" guy without much money. It was relatively easy for me to get women, but very few of them wanted to keep me around for any length of time. I was the 'fun' man, checking off boxes for them, muscles, uniform, bad boy, etc. The gray blue eyes and deep voice really helped too. In my 30s the hotness of what I could get jumped up by a lot. In my 40s it went up again. I was getting 20 somethings all the time in my 40s, and I had a soft harem of 5 to 8 I could call up and get with. The 2.5 years between my LTRs/marriages I had that going on and before I got married to some extent. Having some smoking hot one eyeing me as I walked around with my daughter when she was a teenager was a new thing for me in my mid 30s. My kid is same height as I am, and got a rack from her mom, long blond hair, so everyone thought she was with me. The 40+ crowd of females gives me dirty looks when I am out with my kid, I smile back at them, they could have had a kid this cute too... if I was the father. heh... I was surprised by it to be honest, since everyone said men over 40 are unwanted. Now I am 54, I try to NOT be attractive to women by keeping my belly, but now I need to get rid of it so I can fit between the bars of the roll cage in my drag car. That and the blood pressure and how much my feet hurt after standing/walking just needs to go away. Still get 20 somethings flirting and hittin on me, the 30 somethings are looking for a wallet to plunder and they can tell I am not that guy, then the 40 somethings and up smile at me in public and hope I will talk to them, judging by their body language. Then they see I am wearing the clothes in which I work on my cars, oil stained, ripped up a bit, and they assume I am broke. The $300 redwing boots are completely overlooked by most of them. Then if its summer they see me get in the 1970 Cuda or 1965 GTO and I bet they wonder what the hell is going on. My winter beater 2000 Silverado is the perfect disguise. Its maroon with a silver bed, because the maroon bed rusted away and I put on another one. Its beat, rusty, and loud. Runs great with 196k on it. They don't see the other 25 Pontiac muscle cars I own, the 3 vintage Fords (two mustangs and a Cougar), and the vintage trucks, like the 1950 chevy, and 76 and 84 C10s. If I hook up with one, I lose time and money I could be investing in my vehicles. Can't be having that, I need to get things done before I reach my expiration date. Can't trust them as far as I can throw them. I have been the side guy far too often so I know better. However, I really enjoy getting busy, and when I get a hot one I want to keep doing it with her. Can't trust myself sometimes, I will drop what I am doing and go get some, its a lot of fun when you're 50 and nailing some chick 3 years younger than your 27 year old daughter. My kid laughs at me, and she sees how women react to me when she is with me somewhere. The strange thing is I never have and still do not think of myself as attractive. Yet here I am gray and pudgy with lots of muscle being obscured, and I still get attention from them. Its never made sense to me.
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  577.  @Tony-lk6sn  what have I done? Well... since you asked and did not bother to click my name to get an idea.. I will inform you. Grew up on a farm in the 70s and 80s, wrestled in high school. When I graduated in 1987 I weighed 170lbs and could bench press 265lbs, I am 5'8" and that strength came from the work I did on the farm. In 1988 I enlisted in the US military, at that point I could bench 330lbs because of the jobs I did, construction, agriculture, etc. In 1990 I was at the base, doing the most work, in the duty section doing the most work, during the airlift for Desert Shield/Storm. Came away from that being able to bench over 500lbs. You could say it was a physically demanding job moving cargo. The 92 budget cuts put me in the civ world again, so I got jobs as a machinist/CNC prog, started a business repairing vehicles on the side. All the factory jobs went to Mexico in the late 90s so my CNC job and the repair customers dried up. I had a wife and two kids with a mortgage at that point. So I enlisted again in 2000. I was deployed to Kuwait in September 2001. Went to Korea in 2002, came back in 2003 to the base doing the entirety of airlift for OIF/OEF, in the duty section doing the most work once again. My 2004 deployment had me loading cargo on planes single handed, 35 years old pushing 2000 to 10,000lb pallets on planes while the air crew stood around and watched. To get an idea, put two F150s bumper to bumper in a parking lot, put them in neutral, and push them from one end to the other all day. That was my job, heavy lifting and lots of math. That 04 trip destroyed both knees, hips, ankles, one shoulder, and one wrist. I live in pain now. Got out in 2005. 2005 to 2013 I spent barely able to walk, then the second wife decided to leave for a real winnar of a guy. Both my wives chose poorly. In September '13 I bought my land, 13 acres of woods, an old hunting camp and started building a home for myself. In 2015 I got a building loan, built my 32x48x12 shop with a 5" concrete floor and lift for my vehicles, and a simple 20x24 shipping container house made from three of them. Cost me a bit over $30k. Yes my crippled ass built my home and shop using the trees I cleared from my land to do it. In 2019 I rebuild my home to its current form, two story with a loft, 1050 sqft. The rebuild cost me $5k initially and yeah I did the work, hired two guys to help me put the roof up. Been finishing the house ever since, its very comfortable in here. What else? Well I take rusty heaps of old muscle cars, and rebuild them into nice daily drivers with lots of power. GTOs and other Pontiacs mainly, but also some others, including trucks. I do everything, paint, body, interior, engines, transmissions, electrical, glass, EVERYTHING. You can see the cars I built by clicking my name on here. You can see the ones I am going to build too, this is what I do for fun. Also I produce ethanol fuel to run my vehicles. Have been working on ways to heat my home for less money as well. I make the fuel from cattails, use methane I produce to heat the boilers and run the stills, so my fuel costs me between ten and forty cents a gallon, and I can run it with high compression and high boost. Its way better than pump gas, makes a ton of power. When I wrestled, 3/4 of my wins were pins, I brutalized kids who got on the mat with me, broke one kid's arm, two kids ribs, and KO'd another. I was not pinned ever in high school, and all my losses were by one or two points save for one. A 4 year state champ who head butted me then got a 5 point move to put him ahead of me in points. He nearly knocked me out, two black eyes, nose bleeding profusely, we plugged my nose and I kept going seeing double and stars. That is the highlights of a relatively rough life, oh and I KO'd my dad with a half power hit on his sternum when I was 16, I'd had enough beatings from him, and he found out the hard way. Nearly ended my older brother that same year, body slammed him three times on the sidewalk and concrete steps of our farmhouse one morning before school. He is the reason I have lived with PTSD since I was 8 or 9. War felt like going home, and I downplayed the military part, leaving a lot out because this is long enough. TL;DR. Two wars, combatsports, build and race muscle cars, built my home, and can lift VERY heavy things as well as do things that require a high intellect. Your turn.
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  601.  @krispypriest5116  I'm almost 55, a few weeks away. I have zero plans to be in a rest home, chances are I will not live that long anyway with my military time and all the things I have been exposed to. Been intentionally single for 11 years. Was seeing one for a while 2014-2018, but she knew there would be no commitment from me. Still good friends with her though, she earned it. Had one a bit older than us hit on me yesterday, she made it plainly obvious what she wanted. Something about a 60yro with that 16 packs a day gravel voice and leathery skin, just doesn't do it for me, even if she is thin and seemed to have a nice shape to her. I was minding my business and she came up and started talking to me, they are getting some of that desperation going on... Its really funny because I was wearing my work pants, tan carpenters with oil and grease stains from working on my cars. Driving my very rusty 24 year old winter beater with a heater 4x4. The cab is maroon and box is silver because the old box rusted away. You'd never look at me and think "now that guy is well off." I was doing laundry because I haven't gotten my off grid water system set up yet. Maybe June or July I will do it. How sad does it have to be for them to want me, a dude who looks like he lives in a two story burrito bag? There is no way she knows anything about me, that I own a few dozen old muscle cars and trucks, own land, have no debt, and have been retired since I was 35... Sure its retired because of my 2004 deployment, but still.. its passive income and I can do whatever I want with my day. Life is great without them in it.
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  606. Take it from a Gen X old guy who has been screwed constantly by the boomers. Its the young people who keep wanting the corrupt ones in offices. They offer you free stuff, and you believe them, not realizing they are turning you into a source of profit for them. You either give them political power, line their pockets, or both. Women of all ages do the same thing, but men tend to wake up around the time they hit 30... sometimes earlier, like I did at 23. I got screwed in the gulf war, screwed when they kicked me out with the big drawdown in '92, then my factory jobs all went to Mexico because of nafta which was done to us by boomers. There was no financial aid for me, I am too pale and can piss standing up, when I went to school again in 1993. Student loans and my GI Bill were all I had, so I worked a full time job in addition to going to school. At every turn the boomers enacted new things to leech more money out of me. At least I remember life before they ran everything into the ground. You guys are screwed since the day you were born. You aren't taught fine motor skills, so things like surgery and turning a wrench are exceptionally difficult for you. Most of you can't even swing a hammer, all you have done is swipe on a screen. That is no accident, and it is NOT your doing, it is being done to you so you cannot be self sufficient, capable, competent, and provide for yourself like I can. DO NOT SUPPORT THE LEFT, they are the ones doing all of this to you. The GOP is no better for most of them, but the left is hard core determined to enslave all of you.
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  613. Men make friends differently than when we are boys. Your friends will come from your interests and activities. The vast majority of my friends came from me building and racing cars. A few are from the military, and a handful are from long distance hole punches or RC flying. The friends I have are mostly gearheads and drag racers. If your thing is video games, all your friends will be online. You need something in the real world. Something tangible. I have ONE friend I can always depend on, and we have been friends since 1985, we met when I was 16. I got to be friends with his dad, who was one of my science teachers, I was the only student of his to attend the funeral. They are big into 59 Chevys. That friend lives 1000 miles away, but I can reach him any time. My life has been rough to say the least. I live alone in the woods where I build my cars. That is by choice. I am in a completely different direction from most of the gearheads around here, so they don't come out here, but we get together and work on stuff at their shops, and talk at shows/races. Be careful doing for others, you want friends that give back, that are reciprocal and it doesn't matter to either of you who has done more. You're always there, always dependable. If you do too much for others, they will come to expect it and will not reciprocate, you won't be friends long and they wont respect you. If you want friends, you have to put yourself out there, get people to talk about themselves, and they will like you more. Having something in common will make the people you meet more interesting. Just so ya know, drag racers are pretty cool, rarely judge anyone, and they will help you out even when you're racing against them. I've helped lots of guys go faster, sometimes even faster than my cars are. You could do worse for a friend group, and you don't need a fast car to be included. You can bracket race anything, even mom's minivan.
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  616. The wrong ones... ROFL. They are ALL the 'wrong' ones. Doesn't matter how hot they are either, they cannot be trusted. I've had the hot ones, like super hot Russians, others that could be on magazine covers, and homely ones, small to large, young to old. All over Europe, the USA, and Asia, a handful from Africa too. To be fair, I went for the ones who showed interest in me. So it could be the ones who are attracted to me are the horrible ones. I learned early in life, around age 14, that its a waste of time talking to the ones who aren't showing interest. Yes I learned that early to tell what interest and attraction look like, what they do and how they act. I do not pick them up in bars, only pulled two in bars, its not my thing. I stopped going to bars 30 years ago because its just a waste of time and money. About guys being able to pull hotties, yeah you can do it if you really want to.. I am inclined to avoid them, but if you want to find out for yourself, you can. I am 5'8" and have never had money. I have blue eyes, a deep voice, lots of muscle (I make Bo look tiny) and a dominant mentality/demeanor going for me, but I still had to learn to talk to and read interest on them. I got over the butterflies and nervousness before I turned 16 by asking every one of them in high school to marry me.. and they all said no, I got used to hearing them say 'no' and saying completely outrageous things to them. Rejection doesn't affect me as a result, it saves me time when I want some tuna. After two divorces, I don't want them for anything more than an 0 face now.
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  618. This is hilarious. Western chicks are so delusional and insecure. I don't need girls. Sure as hell don't need western girls, so they can live alone in boxed wine and cat land... 40 to 80 is a long time. I'm 53, heavily muscled, debt free, own 13 acres of woodland, built my house and shop, veteran, have been 'retired' since I was 36, yeah I am broken but you can't really tell unless I let you see it. I build and drive vintage muscle cars and old trucks. My summer daily drivers are a 1965 GTO with a 550hp/600ftlb 455 in it, and a bright freakin eye searing green 1970 Cuda with a 340. I'm building a 69 and 70 GTOs, 72 Cutlass, 71 Mustang fastback, 76 and 80 C10 short box pickups, and others. The 68 LeMans is going to be a fast sleeper street/strip drag and drive event ride. Way back in 1990 I was engaged to an Arab girl from Dubai. My military boss screwed me over when I was supposed to fly down there and marry her. Ended up married to two girls from the US. HUGE mistake. Twice divorced, kicked the second one out in 2013, she got everything but some rusty old cars and my income. So I built my life over again since 2013. I do not date anymore. Not interested in US females, and rather than going overseas (where I did VERY well when I was stationed in and traveled to Europe, east, west and central Asia, and Africa) I prefer to stay here and build my vehicles and drive them. Tons of fun with Russian speaking girls, and Asian girls really like me, must be the blue eyes and I used to have blond hair before I went gray. No I don't dye my hair, I earned this gray. Who wants a combative, demanding, controlling, bitc4y, complaining, unfaithful, obnoxious, Cant Understand Normal Thinker? Not me. I have had the foreign girl experience and it was pretty damn good. My advice if you want to go to another country to get a girl is this: 1. Learn the language of the country you're going to, read and write it if possible 2. DO NOT BRING HER BACK HERE. 3. They will only respect you if you're dominant and do not let them walk over or control you. 4. Don't be a controlling prick, you need to be the confident leader or they will react the same way any girl reacts, ie. poorly. 5. Eastern Europe is hard mode, those girls REQUIRE a strong willed man. Asia and Africa are much easier. South America I hear is good in places but I have not bet yet.
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  619. It depends on the women, but drag racing is a place where they aren't showing skin to get attention. A different kind of woman drag races than one who chases social clout. Alex Taylor has a FAST car, 7 second quarter miles, her dad built it for her a couple years ago. She is classy, even if she is one of those always happy 'bouncy' types. Then we have Miss Midnight Maverick, she is almost always wearing yoga pants, but thats about the extent of her "Look at MEEE!" and her husband/boyfriend who races with her is always using her posterior for thumbnails. The drag and drive events are brutal, you race your car then drive it a few hundred miles to the next track. Its impossible for them to keep up their hair, makeup, and whatever else, so you get to see them how they really are. Sick Week, Ricky Mountain Race Week, and Drag Week are some of the bigger ones. Its a lot of work and minimal sleep, the faster your car is the harder it is to do it. Alex does that and she has a car that requires lots of work. In the 90s when I was bracket racing there was a guy with a 66 Chevelle, about half a second faster than my car, cool guy. He had his gf/wife there helping him, we all pushed our cars through the staging lanes so they didn't over heat and to save fuel. Well she would be behind his car pushing it, and she always wore these cut off jeans that when she bent over to push the car, you could see EVERYTHING. My reaction times were always terrible when I was in the lanes behind them. Other than her, its rare that a woman who is actually in the racing part is doing the 'look at meee' thing. Just so happens that drag racing is probably the only sport where women can compete with men on an equal field. My 26 year old daughter wants to do it, so I am building a ride for her. Something she can drive around and race on the weekends since there is a track on the outskirts of the town where she lives. Its a 1984 C20 on a C10 short box frame, I figure a truck is better for her than a car, and I have the truck sitting here anyway. We don't mind females in drag racing, you get a certain mindset that doesn't lack the idea of merit. Win or lose, every race depends on your driving in bracket races. A 13 second car can race a 9 second car in brackets, and the 13 second car can win. The slower car gets a head start, and the faster car has to catch them. It evens out the $$$ disparity so you can go racing with grandma's Buick or with whatever you put together. The faster or more expensive car doesn't always win. These attention seeking types aren't going to be drag racing, its a merit based sport and the clocks don't lie. Get there first and you win. I go to the gym when nobody else is around when I want to work out. The last twenty years all I want is cardio, haven't been able to run since 2004. Injuries from my last deployment prevent me from ever running again. Have had too much muscle for 30 years, I am strong enough, but I avoid crowds and want to be there alone, it helps with the PTSD. I get lots of women looking at me, even with my belly. Its rare I get the disgusted look that the bug sandwich guys get, it happens, but usually the ones who have no interest ignore me completely. Fine by me. So far this filming thing is not happening at the small gym I go to, at least not when I am around. I also go there to take a shower, since I don't have running water at my house yet. I am still building my bathroom, waiting on warm weather now. The only time I go during the day is when I am headed in for lumber or groceries and stop to grab a shower on the way in.
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  623. I'm polite in public, If they speak to me I reply, and I am cordial. Looking like a silverback gorilla means I have to be polite... or the sheriff calls me later and tells me I can't go to that store anymore. They usually smile when they make eye contact, I do not smile back. If one of them is ahead of me in the check out line, looks back and appears afraid, I will say something to put her at ease and let her know I am not interested in doing anything harmful. Usually I make them laugh. Its really amusing when they see me walk out to my shiny 65 GTO or 70 Cuda, and put my stuff in and I don't acknowledge them. Its incongruent with how I dress, often I'm wearing the clothes I work in, building cars, welding, etc. Lots of my stuff comes from Tractor Supply and Menards. The tell is the $300 redwing work boots they seem to miss. Those are the only shoes that hold up more than a year. In summer '24 I will be driving more than just those two. They'd never suspect that I have more than just the one they see me drive. Its been years since I asked anyone out. I've offered to be friends, and being my friend is beneficial to them, but they think they are so much better than I am. Its most amusing... I have one female friend who is into cars, she has a 67 Mustang and she likes women. We help her out with it, and she is fun to hang out and talk to. She is like one of the guys, she is featured in one of my shorts no less. Female friends are ok with me, but I am done with romantic interests.
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  627.  @faustomora-j5u  its not falling apart, it is taken from them. The childhoods of their kids are stolen from them. everything they struggled to build and invested years or decades into is taken from them and given to the one who betrayed them. They are then forced to support their betrayer for years or decades after while they themselves are kept destitute, unable to prosper, and any increase they earn is whisked away and handed to her as a reward for making exceptionally poor choices in leaving. My second ex was with me for 8 years of the 15 my first wife was soaking up my income as a reward for being unfaithful and mistreating me and my kids. She knew what would happen if she wanted my income or any of my property when she left to be with her soulmate (who took off after 3 years leaving her alone for the last 8). She would have a huge fire to put out and clean up after, with bits of bone and gray stuff splattered all over needing mopped up at her parents house. 50% to 71% of nothing is still nothing, so take nothing and avoid the mess. She could have left me with nothing, existing just to pay her and the first one, but she knew I would not stand for that. I would go out in the most hostile and damaging way possible, none of this alone in some dreary apartment thing. It would be a statement. Thankfully she chose to just screw up her own life and leave mine alone... after having me thrown in jail for something I did not, and could not possibly have done. Carving up her boyfriends truck...
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  634. I was in the US military, stationed overseas for most of my time. I learned real quick to go away from bases, get out in the country and immerse myself in their culture. That can be highly dangerous in some places, so you need to be smart about it. You're not going to be picking anyone up in Baghdad or any place like it. Germany was fun 35 years ago, Korea was ok 22 years ago. I never made it to PI or Japan. Regardless, even in the US I had to get away from the base to meet someone. There are certain people who do not reflect the US military in a good light. For instance, Army was not allowed in the pub district in Frankfurt Germany, but USAF was. The Army guys would start fights, bust the place up, and get projectile vomiting drunk, it was so bad they would ask to see our military ID, and the Army guys could not get in. The only Marines in the area were embassy guards, and they do not act that way in public, if at all. Now you have the same thing going on with the civilians, they congregate around certain areas and some do not act right and that shows everyone who looks like them in a bad light. Guilt by association. A funny thing happened to me in Seoul, we were at the COEX mall, where I saw something I never saw anywhere else in the world. A mass of humanity flowing though the building, with a couple inches between them, thousands of people in a tiny space that made New York look sparsely populated and Chicago uninhabited. My friend and I were walking around, I had no money because of the ex wife, and four young ladies spotted us, came over and wanted to get pictures taken with us. They had never met Americans before, wanted to practice some English, and they looked at us like we were Brad Pit in his fightclub years. We talked a bit and they melded back into the endless stream of humanity walking through the mall. Nothing like that ever happened in any other country, Dubai was the closest in 1991, but it was only men who spoke to me while I was there. They always asked the same thing, was I from NYC or LA? I told them I was from a place half way between those two cities, they had no concept that driving across the US would not take several days rather than two hours like driving across UAE. I tried to explain to them its like driving to Belgrade or maybe Moscow from Dubai. Outside the base in Korea were a bunch of clubs and bars, most of which had juicy's working there, scantily clad ladies who would ask you to buy them a juice, and they'd sit and talk to you while they drank it. You had a choice between a $9 juice or a $12 one. This was not the place to find a wife, but to find a willing Russian or Filipina that was down for spicy time, that was the place. Osan AB was the only time I was ever asked out by attractive women, I told them I had no money, and they said they didn't care. Half an hour later it was spicy, they just seemed to like blue eyed German Americans. Germany was an amazing place to be in 1989-91, I got there when I was 19 and nowhere in the world has ever compared to that. Korea was like Disneyland while Frankfurt was like Las Vegas, but far less expensive and infinitely more fun then Vegas.
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  637. Bo you mentioned something that clicked with me. You said something like 'if you haven't lived an extreme life' and that must be why I am not lonely despite living alone for the last eleven years. I've lived an interesting life, done lots of things most people never will or even would. I keep people out of my life, they have to earn a place in it. Everyone is welcome to try out for a spot, but it doesn't mean they'll get one. I was married twice, 8 years with both of them. Glad they're gone because they were an expense. I have zero sympathy for people like them, who put work ahead of people, who ripped their kids from their fathers out of capricious spitefulness, and like the 30 something dude who is so milquetoast milk probably curdles in his presence. The best things in life take monumental effort. An easy life is a boring life. My life is getting better, while my health gets worse because I am 55. I look back at my life and its like Forest Gump in that I was there when history happened, did amazing things, but in areas nobody notices or knows about despite being incredibly important. I never did a busy work job, where you push paper around and put cover sheets on the TPS reports. I did the difficult, dangerous, and technical jobs. If I traveled to South America, Antarctica, and Australia, I would have been on every continent. If I traveled between Dubai and Seoul I would have gone completely around the earth. Most people live their entire lives within 200 miles of where they were born. I've been 10,000 miles from my birthplace, and currently live 1000 miles from there, out in the woods. There are too many fun things to do to sit around feeling sorry about being alone, other people tend to muck up my plans. Once in a while i need someone to help me move a non running vehicle or put a roof on, but otherwise I'm good alone. I prefer it and have for some time. When enough people in your life harm you, being alone is a wonderful thing. Its peaceful and with far less stress.
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  639. Great advice on this one. I've had my purpose since I was 13. Everything I have done outside that purpose was in support of it, other than starting a family 30 years ago. To the young guys.. DO NOT GIVE UP. The only person you should impress is yourself. Your tombstone will have a start and end date on it, the space between those dates is the important part. Make it a life worth living, take some risks, get out of that comfortable spot and explore the world. Don't get hung up on stuff, you need some things, but stuff should not be your focus. I have a bunch of muscle cars, most of them don't run and need full rebuilds. I enjoy doing the work, because when they are done I can drive them. I have a ton of fun driving them, and knowing my skills, knowledge, and capabilities are why it runs. I upgrade them often, just put a 5 speed in the 65 GTO, the overdrive is nice. Took me two days to put it in, swapping from an auto. ITS NOT THE CAR, its what I DO with it. I have a lot of tools, a shop to work in, and I have a lift in it. I do not work on cars for a living. I could not stand to work on cars to pay bills. I wanted to know all of this FOR ME. FOR MY BENEFIT. Yeah I can make money with it, but I don't need to. I pursue all sorts of things with vehicles, lower elapsed times, better drivability, better mileage, handling, and I like to build things that are both understated and obnoxiously irreverent. Sleepers and fun stuff like hotwheels cars you can drive. That was my purpose in life, and I have done a lot of jobs to pay for parts, tools, the shop, and most importantly the knowledge required to do all of this. The knowledge is the priceless part, I suggest you strive to have as much of that about a wide array of subjects, because the more you know the better your life is, even if you're stuck in a temporary position that seems hopeless. It gets better because YOU make it better. You have all kinds of information right here, I didn't have any of this until I was nearly 40. You have a huge advantage over me, imagine what you can do if you take the time to do it.
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  642.  @jankowalski6691  well, keep in mind she is bipolar, so rational thought was not part of her daily routine. She wanted me to work, and let her have all the money I made to spend as she wanted. This was a VERY bad idea, so I was supremely reluctant to do that. I allowed her to access to the account so she could 'take care of the bills' and what I came home to a month later was a $400 overdraft fee and no utilities on and a notice from the bank about our mortgage not being paid. One week's pay would cover all our monthly bills easily. The overdrafts started the same week I let her spend money, and she hid everything from me saying she handled it. I was working 50 to 70 hours every week, and this was before debit cards were so ubiquitous. I was paid every Friday, and she would have the account overdrawn with bad checks by Tuesday. Bipolar people are notoriously bad with money. 30 years ago when I was with her, I had no idea what bipolar was, or that it even existed. I know now.. Another thing bipolar people do is being incredibly promiscuous. I'm not entirely sure when she started or if she ever was faithful, but she got with her best friend's husband, a guy who was on base and getting bad conduct discharged for having CP on military computers, and she was making videos with that guy and his wife, right before she took off with my kids and moved them 1500 miles away. Those videos were passed around to other units on base. When I would not obey her irrational demands, she would like to throw things at me and hit me with stuff. She ripped lots of shirts and I started shaving my head to keep her from ripping tufts of it out. Bear in mind I am NOT a small guy, at 5'8" I was 240lbs and could bench press 450lbs easily in my 20s. By my 30s that was over 500lbs. I could have ended her with one hand, without even exerting myself. Think gorilla with a human face and longer legs. Thats me. I have a divot in my skull where she hurled a coffee mug at me while I was teaching our younger daughter how to read when she was 3. Nothing with her made any sense, and she was a living nightmare to live with. The police would show up and they only ever wanted to arrest me, despite the fact there were no marks on her and I was usually bleeding from something, she actually cut me with a knife twice, requiring stiches. I was concerned every time I went to sleep about what she would do. She moved out twice trying to get me to obey her, once after I stopped her from throwing our younger kid into the wall a second time. She had just turned 3, and my ex called her a long list of names, hit her a few times, then grabbed one arm and flung her into the wall, and was going to do it again when I intervened. I wasn't fast enough to stop the first one. She cleaned out the house with her brother and mother. When she filed it was her last ditch attempt to make me obey her, hand over my entire paycheck, and work just to fund her shopping spree. Anyone who knows me will tell you , that would never happen. I am not the obedient type. I lead, others follow. When she finally left I was relieved, except I knew what was happening to my kids. However what happened to my two daughters was even worse than I thought, she was letting guys do what they wanted to them. When I confronted her about it, she said "Well, that happens." and of course they wanted to arrest me for what she allowed to happen while I was 1500 miles away serving in the military. I reenlisted in 2000 in an attempt to dig out of the debt she ran me into between 1995 and 2000. I had been out for 7 years, so I went back in as an E4. A 30 year old E4 with one war under his belt, about to go into the second. 3 years ago she admitted she was the problem, caused all of the issues we had, and she realizes it now that she is sucking down a bunch of lithium which makes her somewhat sane. We've been divorced since 2001, she has been married since 2002 and has made that poor man's life a living hell, but he is pretty much spineless. She runs his life the way she wanted to run mine, so they are destitute, in debt to the tune of nearly $200k, and many of the people they owe money to try coming after me. There is a lot more to this story, but this is long enough and I bet they will hide this comment anyway.
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  643.  @saigoncowboy8149  my second ex was set for life, all she had to do was be faithful. In 2012 I had a respiratory injury that left me unable to breathe for six months, it was excruciating to take a deep breath. Just as I recovered from it, she decided to run off this a guy who was 7 years younger than her, 20 younger than me, who has zero future. He wasn't good looking or better than me in any way, other than I was just getting over a prolonged illness. Balding with those fleshy jowls you see on old guys who work in offices and don't take care of themselves, and he was only 24... He isn't very bright either. The first time he met me he wet himself. Everyone who knows him, does not like him, she picked a real winner. They lasted less than 4 years, he took off to Montana where he isn't doing very well, but can't afford to leave. She lives two miles away, is unwanted now that she is 42, has no income so her mother has to pay her bills and provide her a vehicle. her dad passed in February 2023 and she has been in the padded ward three times since then. Where am I? Well. I own 13 acres of woodland, built my house and shop on it where I rebuild old muscle cars and trucks. I'm on a fixed income but its roughly the equivalent of $100k a year since I don't pay income or property taxes. My daily drivers in summer are a 1965 GTO I rebuilt from a very rusty rolling shell, and a 1970 Cuda. I have around 30 Pontiacs in total, mostly GTOs (4), LeMans (7), and TransAm(4), Formula(7) Firebirds between 1964 and 1979. One Formula is a 1998, it was my economy car from 2004 to 2017. I've been debt free since Feb 2021, paid off everything early. Not bad for being divorced in 2013 and her getting the house, shop, and a pile of cash. The first one was still soaking up half my income until 2015, then the child support ended. That let me invest everything I had been paying her into my land, and a bit more. Both my ex wives chose poorly when they left, neither has improved their lives and they never will. I was the absolute best thing that ever happened in their lives, and they thought they could do better. Man were they wrong. I no longer date, will not marry anyone, and I am enjoying life considerably in my mid 50s. The car I am building right now is kinda silly, with 7 to 10 psi it should be making over 1000hp. Its a 1968 LeMans with a completely aftermarket 505 cubic inch Pontiac V8 in it. Not a chevy or something, a real Pontiac. I am leaving everything to my younger daughter and a couple friends, if they outlive me. Well the UPS truck just brought more car parts, so I guess its time to go back to the shop and build the toys. Today I am replacing all the exterior sheet metal on a 2002 2500HD Silverado 4x4. I need it to pull my dump trailer around hauling gravel and whatnot. The 1500s could do it, but not safely..
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  648.  @vanderumd11  in my defense, I got married the first time in 1993, long before the internet was useful for much, and at 24 I had no idea what bipolar was or how to spot it. I know now... Divorced in 2001. She was and still is a walking nightmare of irrational impulses. She hid all of that until after the first kid came along. I was very careful with the second one, she was completely different from the first and from Dec 2003 to November 2011 when we married she was on her best behavior. Right up until May 2013 she was absolutely wonderful to me. She was a 21 year old virgin when I met her, and she had the right attitude about life. We never had fights because she was not irrational, she was also very smart and didn't get upset when I knew something she didn't, we actually competed to see who had the larger vocabulary and things like that. We had fun together. I had my lungs messed up by a chemical in automotive paint, bad respirator, and for six months I couldn't breathe worth a damn. Apparently that was her limit, seeing me unable to do much, she figured she could do better than me. the fact the ailment was temporary didn't matter, she saw me as weak because something happened to me. The guy she left to be with was a very low value kid, 7 years younger than her who was desperate for a piece of tail. She was his first, and he stuck around for less than 4 years. Wrongly, I assumed she was too homely for anyone else to want her, never underestimate the desperation of betas and omegas was what I learned. She had to prove herself to me for 8 years, and during that time she acted right. I was already recovering when she decided to screw up her entire life. Despite how smart she is, there was almost no impulse management in her. Without me leading, her life has gone from quite good to really bad. She got fired from her township jobs this month, she is 41 with a useless degree, unemployed, unwanted, and of course she blames me for her poor choices. So its not like I went out and jumped on the first hotty I met and put a ring on it, or went into it with the delusion that she wouldn't do that to me. If we had never married, she probably would not have stepped out. Now that I am no longer paying the first ex, and I have all my income available to me, its kinda fun being single with a $90k+ passive income. I'm a rather capable combat veteran that builds old muscle cars to stay busy in retirement. Even with the chronic pain and limited mobility issues, I am still more capable than most men half my age. She left for a guy who had to be supported by her dad because he could not keep a job, that left her when she was 35. She really screwed up, and now she is paying for her poor choices and bad actions. The red philosophy started in earnest right as my second divorce was finishing up. I was one of the originators, not a prominent one, but I was there near the start. Lots of my input is repeated today, ten years later. You have already benefitted from my experience, someone had to have it to share it.
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  653.  @ryantucker2166  never had much money, and now that I am debt free, own land and am doing quite well considering, I hide it. Picture a silverback gorilla, but with blue eyes, blond hair, and a deep voice that makes panties melt. Also I am 5'8" but they really wanted to know what its like with a muscle bound freak who can do literally anything to them that he wants. Driving ratty, obnoxiously loud, and obviously dangerous looking old muscle cars plays into the bad boy image. Dark T shirt, ball cap, jeans, and redwing workboots has been my civilian uniform since I was in high school. Its funny, when I painted my cars and made them shiny, the interest dropped off the map, even though they are still loud hotrods that can stomp a Hellcat in the quarter. A shiny pearl blue 65 GTO with a 550hp 455 in it is apparently too grandpa for most of them. The 70 Cuda gets lots of attention, they like the lime green, but they just want their pic taken with it. We'll see what the 68 LeMans with a 6-71 supercharger sticking out of the hood, big tires, and loud pipes does. Last year with a dual quad tunnel ram on it, taking it to a couple shows it stopped everyone driving in and made it on the local news channel in the lead of the segment driving out... With 7psi it should be over 1000hp. If we are done with snow, it will be out in a couple weeks. The cars I build to have fun, scare myself, and see just how fast I can build stuff to be. Apparently they garner interest from the not men as well as men. The rougher and rattier looking the better, it has to be evil or sinister looking though, with an obvious intent to it. I've been building muscle cars and hotrods for 42 years, got my first in 1982 when I was 13. Still have it, and many others. Cars are the entire reason I exist. The fact that 'not males' aren't a priority in my life is also very attractive to them.
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  656.  @rajeshjoshi4735  lol... women are easy, just have muscle and don't give a damn what they think or feel. Any man can build muscle, I started as a teenager on the farm and wrestling in high school. I have a voice people like to hear, so I guess I had that going for me as well. I am often asked if I do radio or TV commercials and whatnot. My focus has always been on building cars, well after I realized I could not afford airplanes it was. I wanted to go racing with them, could not afford to buy a fast car, so I built them. It took me a few years to figure out how to make it work, what parts to use, and things like that. That was my priority until I had kids. Then it was my second priority. Females were a priority for a day or two on a weekly basis. Sorta like a side quest in RDR2 or FO4. Thinking of a 54 year old 5'8" guy who looks like a pale gorilla with a gray beard and a belly as a Chad is amusing. Now my cousin, who is named Chad, is 6'7" and looks like the Technoviking meme, and guess what.. he is divorced twice same as I am. His wives were far more attractive than mine, but did the same things mine did. The wrapper changes, but women are all running the same base program. Her country of origin doesn't matter unless the culture where she lives is beneficial to men. Chad's second wife was Ukrainian, in her late 30s and still smokin hawt. She ran off with some 24 year old dude.. man, did she ever screw up. Chad is well off enough that he is learning to fly helicopters, and she took off with a guy who can't buy a car and is shorter than I am. Go figure...
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  657.  @rajeshjoshi4735  sometimes they are introspective, but far more often they blame others who had no part in it. For instance. I was engaged to an Arab woman 32 years ago. We hadn't seen each other since 1991. She was coming to visit me this year, she booked her flights and planned the days. Then a week before she was to fly out she called and started berating me for not telling her to come after her trip to Australia and to not be here for her son's birthday. She blamed me because she did not plan ahead or think it all through. Then when she got here is was a string of disrespect and unpleasantness coming from her. I called her out on it the second day she was here, and she sorta changed, but was just playing along. Her nature has changed in 32 years. Probably from living in Germany for most of that time. She is not the lovely 27 year old I met while Stationed in Germany and she was living in Dubai. She is a very unpleasant 60 year old who takes no responsibility for anything that happened in her life. For several years before she came to visit she was talking about spicy fun time with me. After the first couple hours with her, there was no damn way she was going to get that. Her ex shut her off way back in 2008 and they divorced in 2016. She can go the rest of her life without that for all I care. She is not my problem and for that I am thankful. I just can't bring myself to want someone who disrespects and berates me. So I avoided spending much time with her for the 5 days she was here, other than to go somewhere to eat. She is too much like my first ex wife at this point. I dropped her off 5 hours early at the airport and left. She messaged me from her next stop and I never opened it. I am done with her.
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  664.  @jonathanjacob5453  yeah it happens, I had it happen to me when I was in Korea. One hell of an ego boost for a 5'8 muscle bound freak of nature who always assumed he wasn't very good looking. I had Russians and Koreas hitting on me, even when I told them I had no money because it was all going to the ex wife. Most of the time though, they are too timid and afraid of rejection, so they put themselves in your line of sight, and do something silly, like bend over or strike a pose that will accentuate her best asset. They like to do that in stores, looking intently at the bottled water trying to get my attention. Its hilarious. I am not attractive to all females, but I am to enough of them that I could have one a week relatively easily. The Russians accused me of being a 'playboy' all the time, which I found very amusing. So I figure I was right on the 19% or 20% for most of my life, and had no idea most of it. If I lost my belly and dress in something not from a hardware store, it would be very easy for me now with all the weak soybois around here. I'm just not interested, I've had lots of them and done everything except twins at the same time. When they are looking at a ripped guy, who has a strong jawline, and heavy brow, who is 6'2 or taller, he doesn't even have to be that muscular, just not skinny and weak looking, she would be screwing up if she came out and said that to him. Most of the tall guys have no idea what a chick acts and looks at them like when she is interested. Its obvious once you know what to look for. They all do exactly the same things. I used to go talk to the ones who looked at me like that. Its how I got so many of them. I ignored the ones who didn't look at me that way, they had to show interest for me to bother.
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  675.  @muhdiversity7409  I take VERY rusty old cars, and rebuild them into nice shiny daily drivers with lots of power, and its vastly less expensive and far more rewarding than any relationship I had with females. I cleared 3 acres of trees and used some of the larger maples to build my shop where I build the cars. Something I could never afford to do when I had a female living with me. They kept me broke and I had to be concerned with keeping enough cash around to cover emergencies. That means I had to take far fewer risks too. Its not that I don't like them, its not that I am angry with them, as I am quite fond of them as people and intimate partners. The problem is how they can take everything I have and invested in as a reward for doing everything wrong. Its that they cannot be trusted, so I don't even bother doing so. Enjoy the time with them, then let them see themselves out when they think they can do better, and they always think they can.. Yet they rarely have. My first ex cost me more money than I have invested in my 13 acres of land, 20 muscle cars, and the house and shop I built, with all the tools and equipment I have to rebuild cars. What do I have to show for it? One kid that hates me, and another that calls me when she needs money. Other than that... nothing. I lost from 1993 to 2015 and was kept from getting ahead at all the entire time. I barely made as much money as she had taken from me and handed to her in that time. There might be a 'hood one' out there somewhere, but I am not looking for her, because she is hidden by all the not good ones. Its like sifting through a stack of needles covered in Ebola, looking for a clean one. Not worth the risk and effort.
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  677. I called it. Bought my land in 2013, right after the bottom fell out of the market after the 08-09 fiasco. This happened several times since the late 70s. We are sitting in a bubble again, and its gonna pop. If you bought during the last 5 years, you are going to be upside down for ten years at least. Hope you like living there and can make the payments. 43% servicing debt is wild. I made sure my debt payments never got over 20% of my total income, so I could live and do things. Back in the 90s the bank approved me for nearly $200k for a house, which was silly because I was earning about $2000-$3000 a month working a ton of OT. I bought a $37k house, and I was able to pay the mortgage and all our bills with my first weekly paycheck. The ex taking off and getting 71% of my before tax income was why I lost that old small house. The ex's brother also was allowed to move in my the MIL and he tore the hell out of it, then took all my appliances while I was in the USAF. The MIL said the AF was paying for my housing and food so the brother in law could live in my house without paying rent. They just couldn't understand why I was so massively upset. Just another leech on me. I am so glad to be done with that family, they aren't real bright. I had no idea until after my first kid was on the way. Makes me wonder if the kid is mine... Living within your means.. thats what I do. Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. Give it a year or two, maybe the end of the current admin, and see what housing costs. You not being able to afford a house for the last 8 years has been beneficial to you, because you are not stuck with massive debt and no way out of it. I am debt free, and have been since 2021.
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  688. As I have gotten older, the age of women who are into me has expanded, because now the old ones think they have a chance. The biggest gap was 18 when I was 49. Earlier this week at the grocery store I had two in their 20s flirting with me, one was definitely out trolling for attention with her yoga pants. As long as I don't tell them how old I am, they don't seem to care that much about it. Your average 54 year old is considerably different from me. He doesn't have much muscle, because he spent his life in cubicles and doing soft hands jobs, and was never worked like I was. He didn't develop the skills needed to talk to women, and the majority of them try too hard to get the young ones. I simply talk to them and watch their body language. EVERY one of them has so called daddy issues, there are just as many without as there are women without insecurity... which is none. They all have daddy issues and insecurity, its in their nature. Lately, I have been trying to look unattractive, and I tend to act goofy, especially in my automotive videos, because they are too expensive in time and money, with minimal return on investment. If you are an accomplished and physically powerful man, they will be interested in you at all ages. Not all of them, but lots of them. I have been to Europe, both ends of Asia, and Africa, dated women in all those locations and all over the US. For a 5'8" man I have a very long notch list. They do not want a try hard, they do not want a weak male, they do not want someone they can push around, unless they are simply getting money out of you. It doesn't matter what part of the world you're going to, women are essentially the same everywhere, the difference is what they think they can get.
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  692. I am 54, saw lots of guys like all of you over the years, did nothing in your 20s, barely anything in your 30s, by the time they hit 40 life has mostly passed them by as they wasted years. Then in their 50s they try to make something of themselves and can't figure out why they are invisible. All the while they desperately try to look younger. I am 5'8 and I got LOTS of women, and that was part of the problem. Everything I built in my 20s and 30s, other than the muscle which doesn't go away easily, was taken from me in divorces. At 45 I was looking at a nearly empty parcel of land, and started building my home to replace the two I had lost. What a waste of time females are, they can jump on another peg D any time and YOU have to pay her to do it. I guess I am kinda lucky since I still have hair on the top of my head, at 21 my military job endowed me with 22" arms, and the plumbing works good, but I would be vastly better off if I hadn't been forced into poverty no matter how much money I earned. Yeah I have chronic pain from two wars, but I have no debt, own my land, and I build old muscle cars for fun out of rusty heaps that no sane person would consider rebuilding... for fun. I did all of that in the last ten years since my final divorce left me living in a 1996 Tahoe. Don't chase females, chase things that matter. I've been chasing knowledge, skills, and cars for a long time, and I caught quite a few of the cars. Money just lets me do things a bit faster, its not what drives me. Not having any makes it far more difficult to do what I want to do, but having a big pile of money doesn't do me much good either, its only when I use it that it does me any good. Chase money if you want, it comes and goes easily and quickly, besides the way things are going now its not going to be worth anything rather soon.
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  723.  @chrish2112  do you know what it takes to find yourself above average? 1 year of dedicated heavy lifting 6 months of going out and speaking to women to get used to it and build confidence. Being clean cut and well dressed. (something I rarely did, the bad boy thing worked for me) Don't act or think desperate, build confidence by doing physically difficult things. When I want to avoid women, like I have for the last 5 -10 years, I dress so I look like my name on here, NOT so they can see the muscle I have. I wear baggy cheap clothes from Menards and Tractor Supply. I don't trim my beard. I try to look shabby. At that point it doesn't matter what I am driving, they ignore me. When I want them to see me I wear a T shirt that fits tight around the chest and has short sleeves that let them see my upper arm. I trim my beard and shave my hair into a high and tight, skinning the sides and back. usually its black T shirt and jeans. Like I said, bad boy thing. Big arms and chest, big rough hands, driving a 1965 GTO that makes lots of noise, or the bright lime green 70 Cuda, then I get a ton of attention. The cars are an extension of who I am, not a status symbol nor trying to be something I am not or by having a flashy car. I have built and driven those kinds of cars since I got my first one at 13 way back in 1982. I have a lot of them.. Build muscle, wear your hair so you don't look unruly or unkempt, and walk like you are the baddest mofo in the valley, because you KNOW you are, since you have been tested in competition. Trust me, they will notice you.
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  727. He is like so many people I have known over the years who drank or smoked their lives away. People with amazing talents, woodworking, carpentry, welding, metal work, highly skilled guys, become nothing because they crawl in a bottle and can't get out. Watching what happens to people over the last 55 years of living has made me appreciate how I didn't succumb to those negative habits. I have other bad habits, but they aren't anywhere near as destructive as drinking and smoking. I grew up on a farm 20 miles from town, working every day, after school I had work to do. I wrestled in high school so I could do something other than firewood, irrigation pipe, and working with livestock. Why does that matter? Well, as it happens men who live that sort of life growing up have a different mindset. We don't quit, we don't let anyone hold us back, and we work towards what we want. Nobody gave me anything, I worked for everything from age 7 to now. That life also packs muscle on you, because you are lifting heavy stuff all day. Never worked a menial job in retail. Never worked fast food or as a waiter. My jobs were all technical, construction, heavy equipment operator, machinist, CNC programmer, automotive repair tech, engine and transmission builder, logistics in the USAF. I've been homeless, unemployed, divorced living in an old car because Nebraska took all my money to give to the ex. Rarely drank, never smoked, they are a waste of money and I realized that at 19 years old in Germany.. going through a case of excellent German beer a week, realized the money was going towards nothing.. I think urban people are at a disadvantage, because they don't learn how to do things that could be sources of income. I was rebuilding small engines at 8 years old. Did my first V8 at 12. At 7 years old I was driving tractors. At 9 I was driving grain trucks on gravel roads, two speed axles, manual transmission in a 1952 GMC cab over. I helped pour my first concrete slab when I was 8, we built the forms and did all the work, so when I poured the slab for my shop in 2015 I knew how to do it. I learn how to do things rather than paying others to do it for me, I had to on a remote farm with no money.
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  732. My dream is different than yours. I DO NOT want to live in a city, or in the suburbs of a city, sure as hell not a blue one. Nobody was ever buying houses on minimum wage. You need some skills and experience to make yourself more valuable, and then your pay will increase. A degree is a waste of money now, unless its some kind of STEM or vocational thing like plumbing/electrical etc. Do NOT be an auto mechanic, it pays poorly and works you to the point your body wears out in less than 20 years. I had several jobs in my life, the jobs paid less when I was young, and the pay increased as I got older and gained more knowledge, skill, and experience. THAT IS HOW IT WORKS! Sure my dad bought his first house in 1967 for $2500 and paid it off in 5 years. I bought my first house in 1996 and paid $37k for it when it was built in 1910 and was actually three additions to a shack. Lost that investment to divorce in 2001. Inflation is why the dollar is worth less and the cost of things go up. Thats why my dad got his house cheaper than I did. I worked on cars and as a machinist in the 80s, enlisted and barely made enough to do anything in the USAF for four years. $700 a month was my starting pay, $1100 a month when I got out at E4 in 92. They kicked me out with the drawdown in 1992, and I went to work in factories doing the CNC machinist thing. The factories were all packed up and sent to Mexico between 1997 and 2000, so I went back to the USAF in 2000. $1740 base pay in 2000, and Nebraska decided that $1200 of that would go to the ex for child support, leaving me $100 a month to live on after taxes. I was stuck paying her from 2001 until 2015. The USAF broke me in 2004 and kicked me out on a medical in 2005, the VA finally started paying me compensation in 2007. It was $1900 a month for 100% disability in 2007. By 2015 the compensation was close to $3000 a month. I am not allowed to earn more than that. What did I do after my second divorce in 2013? I bought 13 acres of land on a ten year mortgage for $23k. There was a run down cabin here and electrical power run to it and its covered in trees, that was it. I carved my home out of the woods despite chronic pain and limited mobility, on $3k a month. I took out a $30k building load, built my shop for $18k by doing 99% of it myself. Built a shipping container house for right about $22k as I had money come in from the VA and USAF screwing up my pay over the years. You can still get land cheap here, but if you plan to buy land and work a job stocking shelves, running a cash register at a fast food joint, or some other menial job, you aren't going to do it. Like I said before, NOBODY was buying houses and new cars on min wage. NOBODY. Those jobs are for high school kids to get some money while learning skills you can only get from jobs, like talking to people in a business setting aka customer service, and the basics of working a job. You have zero skill so you get a min wage job. I grew up on a farm which meant I knew things already, heavy equipment operation, mechanical repair to vehicles and machines, hwo to use all sorts of tools, how to solve problems, how to read micrometers and blueprints, and a work ethic that makes city kids look like they don't do anything all day. Anyone can learn the basics, especially right here watching videos. You can learn how to do EVERYTHING I have ever done, right here watching videos on it. From building your house and car, to managing finances, its all here... for free, you only need to go looking for it. You can even learn cooking on here and other useful skills that you will need every day, if you come from one of those sheltered families that doesn't know how to do anything because you all live in a city. The more you can do yourself, the cheaper you can do things, and the more you can get out of life. Stop thinking about what you can buy, and think about what you can build, and how you can go about building it. Mainly though, stop being resentful that someone else has something you do not, or more of something. Who cares if they started out aas a rich kid, you didn't and I didn't either. So we have to work more to get to a certain level, that is life. Something I have seen over the last 50 years is the people who are born into something, and have parents give them everything rather than the kid earning it, take longer to get started in life. They do not appreciate what is given to them, because there was no effort or discipline to get it. Living a hard life makes you fare more resilient and stronger, those who grow up with soft easy lives end up soft weak people.
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  734.  @Eneeki  well with her I developed a respiratory issue from paint fumes, laid me up for about 6 months. Right as I recovered, she met a kid 20 years younger than me, 7 younger than her, who showed interest in her. She wasn't pretty, but very plain, the thing she had going for her is she is thin. Like yours, she was wonderful to be around, we never fought, and got along even when we disagreed. She is very smart, but not good at social things. Her mother and sisters encouraged her to leave me and go with the other guy.. and then they met him. Nobody likes that guy, and he left before they were together for 4 years. Of course her mom and sisters blame me for her poor choice to leave, especially since I am doing very well financially now that I don't have to give half of everything to the first ex anymore. She left in 2013 and in 2015 I was finally financially free of the first one. Not good timing on her part, she could have been set for life, all she had to do was be faithful. Now she is 42, alone, and she will not find anyone else, you have to be attractive to manage that, and the years have not been kind. She is still kinda thin though, saw her in a store last summer. She left her cart full of stuff and ran out of the store. She smiled a really big smile when she saw me, and then she remembered she was supposed to not like me anymore. Her poor choices and bad actions have sentenced her to a life of loneliness and poverty once her mom passes away and can't support her anymore. They don't realize the consequences come for them later, not immediately.
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  737. Ask a split tail what the problem is, and they will blame EVERYONE except the split tails, who are usually causing the problem. This split tail says "People are waiting until their late 20s and 30s to have kids" which is completely irrelevant to men as we do not have a biological clock. Split tails are waiting, and they are squandering their prime years. So obviously, blame men... and couch it that men are waiting too, as if most men have a choice in the matter. The vast majority of men are rejected by the split tails based on arbitrary criteria, such as height. At least with our income we have some influence, can't change how tall you are. All you can do if you're short like me is build muscle. Its not being too picky, but that they are completely opposed to not having a top 1% man, when they themselves are the 99%, as in the most bland, common, unremarkable, and typically mid. Squandering their fertile years, being told they can have kids when they are 40, and chasing the never ending stream of rotating Richards that they all share. Sure though, call it people and imply its men doing it. About the economy. I have never made lots of money, but I have worked to build my life, and rebuild it when it was destroyed by an ex. Take it from a dad, when you have kids you will find a way to support them and you will try to give them a better life than you had. We are wired that way, no matter what the split tails claim. You will do whatever it takes, work as many hours as needed, and you will sacrifice yourself for those kids. Most of us know this before we ever have kids. I was 24 when my first came along in 1993, and 27 for the second in 1996. The youngest is now older than I was, and has no kids.. time is running out for my daughter to have kids. The problem with men not wanting to have kids is EXACTLY what happened to me. My two daughters were taken from me, hauled half way across the US, and then I was punished for being a dad and forced to pay for them, without being allowed to be included in their lives. Both of my kids are now screwed up, because of what their other parent did and exposed to them. The ex messed them up so bad that no quality man wants anything to do with my daughters. The youngest is covered in ink, dresses like a street walker, and goes after the complete wastes of oxygen.. The ex allowed my kid to get ink at age 14 without consulting with me. When my daughter said "I don't need you or your permission." I said fine, and hung up. Did not speak to my kid for over a year. Guess who realized what dad was worth after a year of being shut out. By then the damage was done, and my kids are ruined. So all of you young guys see what happened to me, and you see your choices are all jacked up like my kids, because they had no father allowed in their lives when it mattered most. Between age 3 and 15. I do not blame you for walking out, not playing the game. I get your point about money and economy though Bo, I agree. The big cities have been turned into the poor and ultra rich. Its by design, and why I keep saying GET THE HELL OUT OF THE CITIES. You get to keep more of your income even if it is smaller. Don't worry about the number, focus on quality of life. You DO NOT NEED to be a millionaire to have a good life. Sure, its nice to have a ton of money, but you can live quite well on a lot less. Still... why share what you have with someone who can take it all from you on a whim?
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  746. The reason for all the vitriol spewing from this one, is that ALL of them, every single one of them, cannot handle rejection. Stop saying the ones like this are masculine, they are NOT. They are insecure and have no strength of mind nor body. They know their clock is ticking and after 30 they discover what being invisible is like. They tell themselves they are different, they aren't like that, and it won't happen to them, they will always be beautiful and wanted. The quality of man that wants them declines rapidly after 30. By the time they are 50, only the 70 yr old men will consider them. This one would be incredibly lucky to have a man like me, but men like me don't want her. I was staying heavy enough to cover my muscle, because its very effective at keeping them away. health problems are making me lose the padding now, that and its much easier to get into the roll cage of my race cars. While I wasn't ever top 10%, apparently I was in the top 20% from 17 on. I got lots of them. When they act like this one, they have been rejected, turned away, told they aren't good enough, and that creates a seething hatred in them that permeates their very being. I've been overseas, in the USAF and I traveled while on leave. I got off the base and explored the local populations and cultures, learned as much about them as I could, and usually tried to blend in as much as a blond haired blue eyed guy with 21" arms can. I fit very well in Germany, because that is my ancestry, but I stood out in Korea, and had them coming to take pictures with me in Seoul. That was a trip.. feeling like a celebrity just because of my blue eyes and light hair. Asians seem to really like me, from anywhere in Asia, not just the eastern part. The quality you find in other countries far surpasses what we have here in the US, and it appears that their quality in Europe has declined to that of the US. Africa was amazing, but I never made it to South America, maybe someday. I can find any size, shape, and skin tone right here in the US, but they are all broken here. They've been fed so much bee ess they could be mushrooms. They are far too much like this one, thinking they own us, that they are entitled to what we produce, and thus are completely irrational and spiteful when rejected. The guys getting the passports are rejecting them en masse, out of hand, completely even without seeing or speaking to them. It doesn't take much experience with them here to realize they're all broken. Why else would I want to keep them away?
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  755. NEVER depend on a split tail for anything. Bro screwed himself with the neck tattoo, just a fact of life. It shows poor decision making. About the youtube thing: You need to make content people actually want to watch, and you have to make it regularly. You can't do a video every so often and expect it to go anywhere. You have to be entertaining or provide useful quality information. Rants and stuff will only get you a few views. I am using inconsistency to keep mine from going anywhere right now. I have my reasons why I am not building it, just keeping it on life support, don't worry about the reasons. You have to treat it like a job, you have to put out regular content. It will take a couple years of making a video every day for you to go anywhere. This is not a get rich quick thing, unless you have adipose tissue hanging from your ribcage, and even then it takes some effort. I do car related stuff, I don't talk about this part of my life in my videos, my videos are about things I find fun and entertaining. My ex wives are not entertaining for me, for the most part, watching them flail and fail in life when they assumed they could do better, well.. I enjoy that greatly.. I have to work on the car, make a video, then edit it into something you want to watch. Its like having 3 jobs. Likewise Bo has to spend hours looking for something to talk about, then he has to talk about it, and make it interesting, then go back and make sure the video sounds and looks good. ITS FREAKIN WORK no matter what you do. Without putting in the work, you will go nowhere. You're a man, nobody gives you anything for free. Vibes and happy thoughts are not going to have the same results as action. You cannot make something happen or bring a vision into reality without putting in work to make it happen.
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  756.  @bpint695  its funny you say that, because I fake being nice all the time. Last week I was talking to one of the guys who works at the grocery store I frequent, and told him why I am so friendly and kind while I am in there. Its because if I show my true self, the military trained all business man, I get calls from the sheriff telling me not to go there anymore. So I am polite and kind to people, like letting someone with a handful of things go ahead of me in line when I have a cart full of stuff. Well one of the 33 year old not men, was privy to our conversation, and yesterday when she saw me, everything about her had changed. Her body language, her demeanor, her expressions.. she was showing massive interest, because now she knows I am playing a role (the nice guy), so the incongruency with how I look and how I act was removed. She had minor interest before, but it was ramped up significantly yesterday. However.. there is also a thing where they are far more attracted to me the week before their monthly thing. So she is probably starting that soon. During that time and the week after, they have the least interest in me. I learned that many years ago, and it has been a constant with minimal variables. The reason they like me in the first place is the muscle, deep voice, and the hyper masculine facial features.. even though I try to look like my name implies on here and I don't dye my beard, its mostly gray. Other people in line picked up on her reaction to me.. it was most amusing.
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  770.  RealPeterAndrewNolan  you need to have a common interest. Then you need to be competent, capable, and knowledgeable. You have to be a role model that draws people in, so if you failed you simply weren't. You wanted to lead, well leadership among men must be earned. If you are not competent and capable, nobody is going to follow you, no matter what you do. You must prove your competence and capability, and do so many times to get men to follow you. For instance. Take a video game where teamwork is key, like Squad or Hell Let Loose. People will follow a competent leader, and they will get in his squad map after map, because they do well with him. They will leave an incompetent leader, and avoid him like the plague. You have to know things about those games to be a competent leader, you can't just jump in and know what to do or how to do it. If you get in there and try to micromanage everyone, telling them to go here, do this, and make poor choices, they will not follow you. If you get in and give them an advantage over the other team so they can have fun beating on them, they will follow you. Lets go this way and achieve this, rather than everyone go here and do this this this and this. Good leadership seems effortless, but it comes with experience and competence. If you have neither, nobody is going to follow you, they will run off and do their own thing. Making friends is a lot like leadership. You should treat your friends like you care about them, the same way you should care about the people you are leading. These are skills I have honed over the last 40 years, in the USAF, in video games, and among friends where we share cars, marksmanship, or aircraft as a common interest. In those games I mentioned above, people eagerly jump in my squad to follow me, because I make it fun and we can get behind the enemy and make things happen. Even guys with only a few hours in the game catch on and start being very effective. You cannot force anyone to like you, just like you cannot force a woman to want you. Men have to earn everything.
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  771.  @Jordan-ff6mc  what do you like to do? What would you like to do? Men have to do things, and we make friends by doing things. I do the muscle car thing, and I do it low buck for the most part. Using methods anyone can copy or emulate. I have lots of people I know who are into cars because of my interest in them. Just got back from a show two hours ago. Saw several people I know, got my social time in. It doesn't have to be cars, but it can be. Its damn rewarding to rebuild an engine and hear it start for the first time. You did that, its your knowledge and skill put into action and it functions. THAT is what motivates men and gives us satisfaction. Not the engine, its utilizing your skills and knowledge and seeing it work. We judge ourselves and each other based on what we can do, what we know, how good we are at doing it, and what we have done before. I should have made a video of everyone staring at my car when I left the show a couple hours ago. I built it to be ostentatious, over the top, and glaringly obvious. Its loud, ugly, obnoxious, and people had huge smiles on their faces and their cameras out when I cranked it up to leave, and when I brought it in and parked it at the show all eyes were on it. I built it to have fun and to make people smile, not for the attention. I don't crave attention, but I can handle getting it. You can do the same thing in your way. Cars are my thing, my example, and you don't have to be strong or physically fast to be into them. Anyone can get an old car and start working on it, and these days people will flock around an old 50s or 60s 4 door or wagon, because you just don't see them anymore. The ratty stuff gets more attention than the shiny stuff, because people can relate to it. Find the thing you like to do that is not watching youtube videos or cranking it to prawn, get deep into it and as you improve in your skills, you will earn friends. Men have to DO something to make friends, its not about feelings, its about common interests.
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