Comments by "Thump Er the Sweaty Fat Guy" (@SweatyFatGuy) on "Legion Of Men"
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@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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@prussiansocietyofamerica from about 12 or 13 until I was 38 I had a high drive, needed to get some at least three times a week. Now at 54 I don't care anymore, I can go a year and not even realize it. My T is where it has been since I was in my 20s, but what the cost has been for getting some makes me far less interested in them.
Spent 9 years with my second ex, 8 before we got married. We never fought, argued, and we got along great. Then I got sick helping her dad by painting some stuff, and she decided she needed someone else. That guy left after 3 years, now she is alone, unwanted, going to be 41 this summer.
Meanwhile I am living in the house I built, on the land she wanted to buy before she met me, have enough money to do as I please, and I drive cool old cars. I get attention from women half her age all the time, but its too much effort to deal with them, because its a short term thing.
Its like going to the bar and spending your paycheck on beer. You're just pissing it away. Its funny how they say they are so oppressed and perpetual victims, but they can be given money for showing bobs and vagene. I had to work my ass off for what I have.
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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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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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I had the Eastern European ones approaching me, asking if I had a gf or wife when I was in Europe and Korea. Not forward exactly, they were classy about it. Sure, 20 years ago they wanted the green card and to live in the land of the big BX. (base exchange) Not so much now, most people don't want to come here anymore, they can see where we are being taken.. especially the ones from former bloc countries. When I was younger it was better to be overseas. Now that I am 55, I am tired of them, don't want to deal with them and their drama, plus living is far less expensive alone, so I can do whatever I like whenever I want.
I could leave the US and live VERY well on my military retirement/disability. I do ok where I live now, well away from cities out in the woods. If it gets bad here, I have skills and knowledge I can turn into an empire overseas so I could do fine without the VA check. However, I like living where I am, and would only move back to Nebraska because of the car stuff I can do there and the friends I have in the area. I am debt free and own my land, don't have to pay property taxes because I am a crippled vet. So it works for me to stay here and build my old cars.
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First marriage was 8 years of hell, she did everything wrong that she possibly could. Then it cost me another 15 years of paying her most of my income. The second one I vetted for 8 years, and she was very good for me, but we were only married for 16 months. She was a lot cheaper, but had me thrown in jail on baseless assertions. They believe all women in court, just so ya know.
The first cost me almost $300k in income, which she wasted and has nothing now. Its tough to be ambitious when the court is keeping you in poverty. I barely earned that much in those 15 years, they were taking 70% of my gross, you know before taxes. The time that cost me was worse than the money. More than 20 years chained to paying for someone who mistreated me and my kids. I was 24 going in, 44 coming out. It cost me several business opportunities, and soaked up so much of my income that I was unable to save anything. If I saved anything, Nebraska would seize it anyway, as a punitive measure.
I live alone in the woods for a reason. Been single and not dating since 2013, living frugally so I can build my old cars. Paid off my mortgage 2 years early in 2021, and the building loan in 21 as well. Debt free since then... but now I am 55 and can't build my life like I could have.
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I started losing interest at 36, by 40 it was a novelty, at 55 its a hassle that isn't really worth the expenditure of energy. Life without one of them is so much less expensive in time and money, so I get a lot more done and have been enjoying my life. The solitude is entirely intentional, and preferred. Better things to do.
I never did the P&D, didn't try to get a high count, I was looking for one to make memories and spend my life with me. Still ended up with somewhere between 150 and 200 count, they all kinda blend together after a while. First ex was number 89 or so, that was 30 years ago.
The more I talk to them today, the less interested I am. I am still polite in public, friendly, and kind, but I don't pursue anymore and try to appear unattractive.
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We military types will often have a way about us that makes us appear to NOT be an easy mark. The haircut and the way we walk say a lot about us, gives us away too. I was able to blend in exceptionally well in Germany, my ancestry is there and I look exactly like Germans do, well the barrel chested farmer/machinist types. I stood out a bit in Korea.. no idea why. When I was engaged to a woman who lived in Dubai in 90-92, they said I looked Syrian, because they have lighter hair and often blue eyes, otherwise I stand out everywhere other than central/northern Europe.. for more than my width, which makes me obvious anywhere I go.
I've never been mugged, only had my car broken into in Charleston SC, its obvious when you have training and muscle that you are not worth the risk. The soft or loud and boisterous types in the military are the ones who get rolled.
The car thing in Charleston was kids, they broke the window to take a water damaged stereo when the door was unlocked. He left a screwdriver that was worth more than the stereo, and never touched the $25k worth of tools in my road box in the back of my pickup. The funny thing is my 1970 GTO sat unlocked the entire time I was stationed there, the stock radio was in the dash, a Kenwood under the seat, and it looked ratty. Rattle can paint, cheap wheels, no carpet, cracked dash, and special instructions just to start it. Looking unassuming is a quality defense, it goes along with "look unimportant, they may be low on ammo"
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Since I was in my 30s, I haven't wanted to go through the effort of getting to know them, finding all their landmines, then after putting in all that time and effort to have them decide they want to try someone else. I gave them one last chance with my second ex, 8 years together before getting married, and it ended the same way they all did. The last time I could ever trust one of them was more than 20 years ago. At least the second one didn't harsh my peace, and the spicy time never ended until I turned off the debit card, car insurance, and everything else because of infidelity on her part. In my 40s I was getting lots of them in their 20s, a handful in their 30s, but it was always all the same thing, over and over. Untrustworthy, flighty, definitely not a long term thing. Now at 55 I enjoy living alone, travelling to dragstrips all summer to run my car, and doing fun stuff I enjoy.
Building old cars is vastly cheaper, more enjoyable, and infinitely more satisfying than dating/relationships. Our opposite simply isn't worth any effort at all anymore, even for the only thing I want from them.
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@@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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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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