james 1966 wrote:You've got to learn to be your own best friend. Be good to yourself. Take good care of your health, keep yourself reasonably fit. Treat yourself to a masseuse once in a while, make yourself a steak dinner, put on some soft music while your eating. I really enjoy watching/listening to ASMR on Ytube. Just to hear a woman's soft voice whispering to me on my headphones is relaxing. Keep yourself in the game even if you're not looking. You never know when you might cross paths with someone you really click with. Just don't go trolling for it, you'll probably walk right into a bad situation. I just happen to be creative when it comes to self-pleasure, always have been. I'm not waiting around for someone to do it for me. Hell, even with women you get a fair share of 'I'm not in the mood tonight', 'I'm not feeling good', 'that time of the month', 'I'm not talking to you'....etc. Take care of # 1, no one else is going to. Don't just give up and become a fat out of shape slob.Try to save money in the bank so you don't feel like a broke ass loser. These are my bits of advice for guys.
Such golden advice, it could be a site “sticky”.
I ran the online dating gambit for two years after going through one of today’s typical hypergamy cheating-because-she-can monkey-branching divorce four years ago. My marriage was by all accounts perfect and there was no clue it was coming, nor did I think it was even possible, so at the time, I just figured my wife had lost her mind. But looking back now, it should have been a clue as to what I was going to find in online dating. The problem is systemic. You could be very happily married and take your wife to the movies… now look over at her gazing at the screen, soaking it all in, and understand that at that very moment, chances are she is being programmed to work against you, and ultimately against herself. And so it is with the rest of the women in the audience, married or single. Even if it happens to be a remake of an older movie, what was ‘remade” was the addition of feminism, which, ironically enough, has become the rejection of everything feminine. Women will now be hitting, kicking, punching, cussing, controlling, and most importantly, disrespecting and even killing a man, played as a buffoon, just for crossing her path. Movies, TV, music; they’ve been used incessantly to create today’s societal narrative of what a woman is, and that appears to be a masculine angry, violent psychopath. Because of certain survival instincts built into females over the past 100,000+ years, they are generally very adept at copying/mimicking what they see, but mimicking angry women in movies isn’t what has them so miserable and pissed off… it’s that there is such a pressure to be something they are not, which only builds a false ego. Generally, women actually want a strong man in their lives they can trust and hand off responsibility to, they want to respect him and look up to him… but there is an extreme pressure in society that will shame them for doing so, or even admitting they want that traditional role (which is part of the male-female dynamic that built the marvels of the world you see around you). So they are being forced to be something they are not, which will hurt every time. It takes courage to resist and go against this narrative. I don't blame women, certainly don't hate them. I wish I could give them the big picture that they are being used and misled, and that this path does not have a happy ending for them. Sadly for them, many will "party" until they're almost 50, and then be in a mad rush like musical chairs to finally be "domesticated" and discover the chairs are gone, and even the few who find men will soon forget their victory and live with the resentment that they "settled", treating their savior like crap because he's less than what she built up in her mind she was going to get, after letting 500 men take her for a test drive for the past 30 years.
I didn’t intend to get into all that right now, but in the scope of talking about online dating, which yes, is THE WORST, it’s important to keep remember that you don’t escape these problems with woman today by just avoiding online dating. It, and social media in general, takes certain feminine instincts (the ones we would consider negative) and turns the volume up to 1000; it’s their worst instincts on steroids and meth at the same time, but that has fully pervaded all of western society now, especially because women are, by nature, such social creatures… they share ideas, even bad ones. 60 years ago, women policed themselves by shaming another female who was being too promiscuous (“slut shaming”), because it makes it harder for all women then. TODAY, in this upside-down world, a woman is shamed if they actually try to slut-shame one another. Whereas before, they were held accountable to their friends to have some decency, self-respect, and restraint, today it’s much more likely that her friends will be goading her to cheat and lie to her man. You know, because men are evil. You go girl. (that’s my new motto, BTW, so don’t try to steal it… “you go girl”… no seriously, go, get the hell out girl)
I somehow tend to nudge my way into the top 20%, so for me, it wasn’t lack of quantity of women, but sure was lack of quality. Obviously good women go through this also. Stuck in a society hell-bent on a race to the bottom, there is such a huge difference in people today between those who try and those who don’t try, as seen in the obesity epidemic at a time when we have the science to know exactly what causes it, and as seen in people who manage to still stay so ignorant in a time when all the knowledge of mankind is at their fingertips. IF online dating existed 60 years ago, a guy would flip through the pictures of girls, most all of them normal weight and presenting themselves with some class, except for the very rare case of a poor girl with a true hormonal condition, so the guy would just pick among the women who suited his taste. Contrast that with online dating TODAY, the guy is flipping through the pictures, and a full 80% now have that rare “hormonal condition” (we’ll call it the “drive-thru” condition, online they call it "curvy"), or in some other way has managed to look as far from feminine and sane as possible. After I quit online dating, I went back and reviewed the pictures I had saved off of the ones I was possibly interested in, the ones who rejected me, ones I took out once, ones I dated for some time. I had gone on 55 dates in two years, paying for them all of course, like a good sucker. But one thing that stood out to me: I DIDN’T WANT ANY OF THOSE GIRLS. With online dating, you flip through so many freaks-of-nature, that by the time you get to a girl who looks normal, all of the sudden you think you’re attracted to someone you’re really not. “7s” look like “10s” ONLY because of the relative competition, but they’re having the time of their lives playing it up like a “10”, while every couple of weeks a new guy is learning that she’s a “4.5” without makeup, yet still embodies all the rottenness a “10” might have, demonstrating disdain for anyone below the level she’s pretending to be at. But, seriously, it’s a good feeling to look back and thank God it didn’t work out with them, else I’d be living in hell, as some poor schmuck (or cat) is today.
To get to the point of my replying to this great advice, I just would like to add my experience and a warning. I’ve always taken very good care of myself, to the point after my divorce of having a very strict diet along the lines of fish, eggs, spinach, to try to maintain that elusive six pick and so on. Of course, disciplined with free weights, cardio, and even to the extreme of cold showers for certain benefits. But when I gave up dating, it also coincided with a time when I was having to put in 80hrs/week for work, so I had to temporarily shelve my strict diet/schedule. However, when work eased, I noticed I didn’t jump right back into my previous routine. In fact, I had become someone who will lift a spoon of ice cream before an Olympic bar. I learned that my motivation for all my health and fitness since the age of 18 had been women, and I had given up that motivation. It’s heaven not having the constant judgement of a woman, not having to be in tip-top shape for her entitled and growing ass, but I’m having to go through a transition where I live by my own standards and creating the motivation from there. Careful not to let your body go to shit just because you’re not having to compete for women, because you won’t be happy in the long run. Personally, one driving motivator I think of from time to time is that I am going to be more and more open to friends, or anyone, about my decision, and I want them to see that I didn’t do it out of desperation, because I had no choice, I did it out a smart choice for myself. I’m actually still seeing a cute Asian doctor for the past two years, and especially as I’ve pulled back, she is ALL about me. But I’ve told her she should date other people… which of course means she’s ready to marry me. I have a choice, and I choose peace.
Just as Brother Stewie rightfully mentioned in this thread, more men would be going this way, if they only knew, but then one must have the courage to get past the shame from friends and your own ego, which is the narrative the social engineers put out for men to police themselves into needing a woman (because as it stands now, society is based on men sacrificing everything to take on the responsibility of a woman) Women will get worse and technology will get better. Mark my words, it may not be this year or next, but the time will come soon or later when women will have to openly compete with a companion robot, so they better think about stepping up their game, because a 60 pound lump of TPE with a wig that can’t talk or move on its own is already beating them out. Not fair you say? Men have been competing with a plastic sex object in their nightstands for how long now?...and seems we’re still winning out. Trouble for them, we’re learning the prize for winning their game stinks. I’m going to take my balls and go home. And my wallet. Oh, and my expertise to fix anything. Ah, almost forgot to take my humor back with me. Oh hell, I’ll need a bigger bag, because I’m taking it all back with me… my deep insight into life, my protection, my credit, my self-sacrifice, loyalty, charisma, muscles, my flying and driving skills, my understanding, my patience to listen to three straight hours of complaining… see ya, “ladies”, call me when you decide to be ladies again.
Oh man, I just got the future vision in my head of companion robots being available on Tinder, along side the women on there now... like I said, their attractiveness level is relative to what else is available on there... so let's say there's a 50/50 mix... a guy would be swiping, "10", "10", "2", "1", "10", "0"...
