She texted me back. We actually went on the date.
You ever look someone in the eyes?
Like, really give them a good stare?
Look them in the eyes so good you know you aren't on the same plane of existence?
She told me how bad her day way.
And I told her I didn't want to kill myself anymore.
But I didn't tell her why.
She just wouldn't understand.
Her whining session was just the beginning of her narcissistic behavior. Don't knock her up....
If she agrees to see you again, maybe spend your 15 minutes of shitting during the date instead of company time. You can even text her while you're at it.
Hey suzie, miss you, have they served the steak yet?
OMG, ARE YOU TEXTING ME ON THE SHITTER :(
Nah hun, I'm standing at the urinal, wanking one off until you can get down to business.
WTF 8D
It's cool, I'm using my left hand cause you don't come across as the most coordinated hoe I've dated this week.
I WANT TO GO HOME!!!
Call an Uber and pay the bill on your way out. I left an hour ago and am actually texting you from the steak house down the street...
You cannot expect women to be on your level. You're a man with a burden of performance, she wouldn't know what that's like if it slapped her across the face.
Women offer companionship but not that kind. That's what male friends are for. Women, especially today, require shelter from the harsh reality their gender has created for all of us. And on some level that's what creating a family and/or a home is by definition.
Look for a woman you can guide and mold. Not an equal. I understand that's a problem because just about all women at any attractive age are brainwashed to think they don't need no man. But the wall eventually gets them all.
I hit the dating scene hard just before COVID. You cannot imagine how much trash I had to wade through keeping boundaries, setting expectations. I went on 4 dates in a year of almost constant online dating and got close to a date hundreds of times. But in my mind I wasn't interested in rulling anyone out until after the first date... Like a normal person but these fickle ass bitches all think they're too good for you because you couldn't keep them entertained enough through text. Looking back I'm glad I didn't lower my standards on this, I told myself I wouldn't waste days or weeks of messaging and validating these cunts, after a few messages I'd ask them out to meet in person and most would flake well before then anyway.
I met my wife because she was the only one I felt genuinely wanted to meet me before deciding and was not a stuck up cunt. She looks to me for guidance on things that matter, she listens to what I know about the world, though I keep most to myself and male friends and we get along in the way a couple should. I know she's looking out for me and I look out for her. Once I found out her body count was stupid low I knew there wasn't much better out there for me.
Sometimes "good enough" is the best kind of requirement to have. None of us are perfect, we all have flaws. If you're holding out for "perfect" you're just as bas these fish bicycle future cat ladies. Find someone good and make it work together.
Like your both on a different plane, or your on a different plane than her?
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