chiefbrownmonk wrote:Ever since I've internalized the red pill my need for sex with a "real woman" has died down significantly. Almost to the point of non-existence.
A similar thing happened to me. I met a woman that had everything I looked for. We could talk for hours, she understood my jokes and hit me back with her own ones, we had similar interests, the chemistry was off the charts and she said she would like to have a bf.
However, I could see so far beyond all of this, that after some thought about the pros and cons to getting involved with her, I decided against it. A few years ago I would have jumped at the chance.
They worry about the effects of porn on men? They should start worrying about the effect the truth has on men instead lol. Nothing will ever be the same again, no matter how sexy the girl is.
See cupcake, I don't want us to have a song, one that supposedly defines us. I don't want to pretend that just because we have some shared interests that you're the greatest thing ever. I also don't want to pretend that you're interest in me is something that is pure and awesome. It's not. There's plenty of interest that you have that is nothing more than a lie to make me think we're compatible.
Your motives may or may not be innocent for now, but that will change. Ultimately, all I can do is disappoint you because while you're trying to corner me into exclusivity, or into getting back out there to date and follow the accepted life script, your motives will change and you will do the typical and habitual things all women do eventually. And you will blame me for everything. I know this. My investment of time and resources into you is pointless and fleeting for the moments of pleasure and enjoyment you might be able to provide.
I don't want to go shopping with you. Walking around while you're mesmerized by useless bullshit at the mall and then being given the male privilege of holding your purse and your bags as well as driving you around to other stores and paying for the gas just doesn't excite me.
I don't want to buy you lunch while we're out either. And when we get you back to your place, or worse, back to our place, I don't want to pretend I had a good time because you are pleased with your shopping experience.
I don't want to cook for you or take you out to dinner either. If I cook for you, you'll complain we didn't go out. If we go out, nothing will be good enough and you'll complain about never staying in. Of course, couples go out and stay in but according to you, we never do either of those things because you're just fucking displeased about shit.
I don't want to get up early so we can beat traffic for that sale you want to get to. I don't want to meet your family, or help your friends move. I don't want to pretend that I like your friends, or pretend that I believe they like or respect me either.
I definitely don't want to get roped into doing things for you, your friends, your family that I am good at because to me, this is you using me as a utility to look good to others. It's not sweet. I am not seeking your validation or theirs. I don't need them to like me, but you certainly will lend out my labor to others to impress them and somehow, this is male privilege as well. You'll tell me how lucky I am, and if I refuse to believe it, then I am the asshole for not wanting to fill up my days doing shit for others in your life when I could be doing things I want to do that I like.
I don't want to put up with all the shit I have to do just to be with you for a few fleeting moments of pleasure. Your cramps, you're period. Your whining about this and that and your anger when I won't do something you want like a good boyfriend
slave. I especially do not want to experience and watch another woman begin the rationing of sex and the whole anger and denial routine as she cuts off the supply like a pusher and begins charging with more chores and honey-do jobs. Women never do this except that they do.
I do not want to consider moving in together to 'save expenses' because the only expenses you intend to save are your own. Being together all the time is worse. It is. You'll cry and whine and moan about it, but being with someone all the time is not the end-ll, be-all of existence. As a matter of fact, if I allowed it, it would be me allowing you to begin destroying my very soul. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt too. You may say you're not like my ex, but you're selling yourself short. In weeks or months or years, you will be, and it's not worth the pain and suffering you'll inflict in the meantime.
Good slaves are hard to find, so move along and find someone else. I may seem like a candidate for slavery if only I would stop using my male privilege to deny that occurring so as to make your life easier. I know, I know - if I become your slave - it's all my fault. If I give you a hard time about not becoming your slave, it's all my fault. More of that male privilege I suppose...