Gentlemen:

(And I am assuming you ARE gentlemen.) I would like to take a moment to offer an opinion based upon my forty-nine long years of blessed bachelorhood.

I realize that 49 sounds like a lot of years. Maybe it is. Sometimes it even surprises me that I've lived this long. It doesn't seem excessively long to me-not really. But I can understand that, to someone who is in his twenties, I probably seem genuinely old. Possibly you think that such an old fossil is so removed from your generation, that he can't have any relevant advice to offer you on dating and marriage. Well, you'd be wrong.

I would like to touch on an issue that is a constant source of friction even for bachelors. The issue is this: are there any truly decent women left?

My answer would be this: It makes no difference.

What do I mean? Even if you find this elusive, virginal woman you have been dreaming about in the back of your mind, she ain't gonna marry YOU. The good ones, if they even exist, are so rare they are going to be snapped up rapidly by successful, professional men with a very high income. These men know they have economic power you probably don't have, and they wield it accordingly. They get what they want-for the moment.

This rare woman, if she exists, knows her value, and sets her price accordingly high. Why not? Why should the grocery store start selling lobster for a nickel a ton if they can get twenty bucks a pound? Does that anger you? Tough. Supply and demand. Simple economics. Get used to it.

So, forget about finding such a woman. Unless you win the lottery, or are prepared to spend eight years in medical school.

So what's left?

Sluts, skanks, whores, tramps, pigs, junkies, drunks, fat slobs, white-trash, black-trash, degenerates, bisexuals, reformed lesbians, religious maniacs, frigid nuts, man-haters, trans-gender freaks, green-card-hunters, maniacs, bi-polar, borderline-personality-disorder, schizo's, STD-riddled, women-in-poor-health and other assorted undesirables.

So, what in the heck is the point of this old fart?

My point is two-fold.

Firstly, and I've stressed this initially, you are NOT going to find and marry a nice, sweet, loyal, faithful girl that will stand by your side through all of life's troubles.

It is absolutely NOT going to happen in your lifetime, so forget about it.

My second point is this:

In the long run, it doesn't matter.

But, whatever do I mean? It's simple, really, and the point has been stressed over and over. Yet, repetitive learning is often the most effective, so I'll repeat what has so often been stated.

A woman's physical beauty, her charm, all fade so quickly. This is something a man simply can't fully grasp when he is in his twenties. The allure of the ***** is just too strong, even if a man isn't getting any. Nature endows women, as Schopenhauer said so long ago, with a super-abundance of beauty for a short time. But, that's it. After that, what do you have? A braying jack-ass that serves no purpose? A fat woman that bears a striking resemblance to Jabba The Hut? A religious maniac that will view you with contempt because a "good Christian man" would never expect his wife to do "THAT"? A wife that say "Don't touch me!"? A woman that didn't bother to tell you about her monthly Herpes outbreaks, and now expects you to pony up the $500 a month she needs to buy Valtrex?

If you are young, please believe me when I tell you this: No matter how bad your experiences with women have been, and I'm sure they've been mostly bad, (otherwise you wouldn't be here), yet you still have no idea how bad life can and probably will be as a woman ages-if you're married to her.

I'm in a unique position. I'm not old, not really, but I'm not young, either. I'm sitting on the pinnacle of my my life about to slide towards raisinhood. I am watching all of the women I know that are even twenty years younger than I am turn into sour, ugly, fat prunes. I'm still healthy, and in good shape. There are no bags under my eyes, I can still bench a respectable amount, I don't get up to pee ten times a night, and I can walk ten miles without being the least bit winded.

But the women; oh, lord, the women. How they have aged, and aged badly. The female body is the ultimate in bait-and-switch. It falls apart so rapidly. Once the youthful glow disappears, you will be left with a foul, smelly walking Picasso. That tight skin that is stretched over a woman's body will soon loosen up, and you will see the horrid beast that has always been lurking underneath. And it's an ugly sight to behold.

When I first really, and truly started watching the women I know fall to pieces, I could hardly believe what I saw. I had been warned by my parents that women age poorly, but to actually watch women grow ugly and putrid was unsettling to me. It was like watching a plane crash-horrifying, yet I couldn't turn away. It was mesmerizing.

Every year that passes, these same women reach new lows of physical repugnance. Just when you think they can't get uglier, or wrinklier, then another wrinkle manages to appear, the tits sag even further, and she achieves a new low in appearance.

As the Sex Restrainer put it so well, try and imagine lying in bed next to an old woman. Forget all of the romantic crap about "growing old together". It's just so much nonsense. An aging women is a horrible sight, especially if you have to snuggle up to it at night. As Fred Sanford put it, "There ain't nothin' uglier than an old white woman."

Most of you youngsters have little idea of how bad it can be to live with an ugly, menopausal woman. And yes, the looks really take a furiously-fast nosedive at the exact time her sanity disappears in menopause. You will be living with an ugly troll with the temper of Satan himself. Twenty-four/seven. It will be never ending insanity and fighting.

So, yes, the wealthy man wins in the short run. He gets the attractive woman, although the odds are against him finding a decent woman that won't divorce him. He isn't immune to divorce; in fact, being rich makes him a bigger target.

But, the rest of us win in the long run. At 49, I neither need nor want a woman, regardless of how attractive she might be. This has been the case for about twenty years, ever since my sex drive kind of shriveled up. (Bad analogy)

So, be patient. Your lust will pass. To make it easier, leave the women strictly alone. Don't tempt yourself. Don't torture yourself. View the woman as a poisonous flower to be admired from a distance.

Stay single and you, too, can spend you time and money as you see fit when you reach your forties, and believe me, it will come sooner than you can imagine.

You might ask me, "Is it worth it? Staying single?"

Oh, yeah. You have no idea. ;D

Christopher in Oregon

How badly emotionally scarred are they?
Multiple relationships = multiple sexual encounters.

Unlike men, women invest emotionally in their sexual encounters. It is the way their brains are wired.
But for every failed relationships, the woman risks damaging her psychological and mental health.

This makes her very unsuitable for marriage as her relationship failure increases, and the burden on the final person she marries is extremely high.
The guy who actually buys the package will suffer being judged by the woman based on her past bad relationships.
That's why, most men tend to avoid damaged women, and they tend to be in the 30s by that time.

This is why men avoid women in 30s because they're too emotionally scarred by that age if they're not married by that time.

Women in 20s tend to less damaged and are still emotionally healthy, in addition to the attractive physical features.
So do you men think it is worth fixing emotionally damaged women, or completely bypass them altogether?
All the advise I've read online is, no matter what, always avoid those women who've been badly hurt before because the price to pay is too high emotionally to be with them. You'll always be blamed eventually.

Always start with mentally healthy dating partner.
Mentally healthy women is the key to healthy relationship and family.

but women in their 30s got more experience..
women in 20s too pampered la...uwaaa uwaaaa only...everything oso have to teach

Gentlemen:

(And I am assuming you ARE gentlemen.) I would like to take a moment to offer an opinion based upon my forty-nine long years of blessed bachelorhood.

I realize that 49 sounds like a lot of years. Maybe it is. Sometimes it even surprises me that I've lived this long. It doesn't seem excessively long to me-not really. But I can understand that, to someone who is in his twenties, I probably seem genuinely old. Possibly you think that such an old fossil is so removed from your generation, that he can't have any relevant advice to offer you on dating and marriage. Well, you'd be wrong.

I would like to touch on an issue that is a constant source of friction even for bachelors. The issue is this: are there any truly decent women left?

My answer would be this: It makes no difference.

What do I mean? Even if you find this elusive, virginal woman you have been dreaming about in the back of your mind, she ain't gonna marry YOU. The good ones, if they even exist, are so rare they are going to be snapped up rapidly by successful, professional men with a very high income. These men know they have economic power you probably don't have, and they wield it accordingly. They get what they want-for the moment.

This rare woman, if she exists, knows her value, and sets her price accordingly high. Why not? Why should the grocery store start selling lobster for a nickel a ton if they can get twenty bucks a pound? Does that anger you? Tough. Supply and demand. Simple economics. Get used to it.

So, forget about finding such a woman. Unless you win the lottery, or are prepared to spend eight years in medical school.

So what's left?

Sluts, skanks, whores, tramps, pigs, junkies, drunks, fat slobs, white-trash, black-trash, degenerates, bisexuals, reformed lesbians, religious maniacs, frigid nuts, man-haters, trans-gender freaks, green-card-hunters, maniacs, bi-polar, borderline-personality-disorder, schizo's, STD-riddled, women-in-poor-health and other assorted undesirables.

So, what in the heck is the point of this old fart?

My point is two-fold.

Firstly, and I've stressed this initially, you are NOT going to find and marry a nice, sweet, loyal, faithful girl that will stand by your side through all of life's troubles.

It is absolutely NOT going to happen in your lifetime, so forget about it.

My second point is this:

In the long run, it doesn't matter.

But, whatever do I mean? It's simple, really, and the point has been stressed over and over. Yet, repetitive learning is often the most effective, so I'll repeat what has so often been stated.

A woman's physical beauty, her charm, all fade so quickly. This is something a man simply can't fully grasp when he is in his twenties. The allure of the ***** is just too strong, even if a man isn't getting any. Nature endows women, as Schopenhauer said so long ago, with a super-abundance of beauty for a short time. But, that's it. After that, what do you have? A braying jack-ass that serves no purpose? A fat woman that bears a striking resemblance to Jabba The Hut? A religious maniac that will view you with contempt because a "good Christian man" would never expect his wife to do "THAT"? A wife that say "Don't touch me!"? A woman that didn't bother to tell you about her monthly Herpes outbreaks, and now expects you to pony up the $500 a month she needs to buy Valtrex?

If you are young, please believe me when I tell you this: No matter how bad your experiences with women have been, and I'm sure they've been mostly bad, (otherwise you wouldn't be here), yet you still have no idea how bad life can and probably will be as a woman ages-if you're married to her.

I'm in a unique position. I'm not old, not really, but I'm not young, either. I'm sitting on the pinnacle of my my life about to slide towards raisinhood. I am watching all of the women I know that are even twenty years younger than I am turn into sour, ugly, fat prunes. I'm still healthy, and in good shape. There are no bags under my eyes, I can still bench a respectable amount, I don't get up to pee ten times a night, and I can walk ten miles without being the least bit winded.

But the women; oh, lord, the women. How they have aged, and aged badly. The female body is the ultimate in bait-and-switch. It falls apart so rapidly. Once the youthful glow disappears, you will be left with a foul, smelly walking Picasso. That tight skin that is stretched over a woman's body will soon loosen up, and you will see the horrid beast that has always been lurking underneath. And it's an ugly sight to behold.

When I first really, and truly started watching the women I know fall to pieces, I could hardly believe what I saw. I had been warned by my parents that women age poorly, but to actually watch women grow ugly and putrid was unsettling to me. It was like watching a plane crash-horrifying, yet I couldn't turn away. It was mesmerizing.

Every year that passes, these same women reach new lows of physical repugnance. Just when you think they can't get uglier, or wrinklier, then another wrinkle manages to appear, the tits sag even further, and she achieves a new low in appearance.

As the Sex Restrainer put it so well, try and imagine lying in bed next to an old woman. Forget all of the romantic crap about "growing old together". It's just so much nonsense. An aging women is a horrible sight, especially if you have to snuggle up to it at night. As Fred Sanford put it, "There ain't nothin' uglier than an old white woman."

Most of you youngsters have little idea of how bad it can be to live with an ugly, menopausal woman. And yes, the looks really take a furiously-fast nosedive at the exact time her sanity disappears in menopause. You will be living with an ugly troll with the temper of Satan himself. Twenty-four/seven. It will be never ending insanity and fighting.

So, yes, the wealthy man wins in the short run. He gets the attractive woman, although the odds are against him finding a decent woman that won't divorce him. He isn't immune to divorce; in fact, being rich makes him a bigger target.

But, the rest of us win in the long run. At 49, I neither need nor want a woman, regardless of how attractive she might be. This has been the case for about twenty years, ever since my sex drive kind of shriveled up. (Bad analogy)

So, be patient. Your lust will pass. To make it easier, leave the women strictly alone. Don't tempt yourself. Don't torture yourself. View the woman as a poisonous flower to be admired from a distance.

Stay single and you, too, can spend you time and money as you see fit when you reach your forties, and believe me, it will come sooner than you can imagine.

You might ask me, "Is it worth it? Staying single?"

Oh, yeah. You have no idea. ;D

Christopher in Oregon

Avoid at all cost.

If you're unable to fix them, you will most likely be dragged down and damage yourself during the course.

Fellows;
I am luckier than most guys in many respects. Probably the biggest thing in my favor is that both of my parents warned me about marraige and women. My mother was very vocal about women and their nasty ways. For this I will always be grateful. She told me in no uncertain terms that women were pretty much all whores and liars, and that for all practical purposes, there were no exceptions. This view is echoed by the Bible as well, as shown by verses in Proverbs and Ecclesiaistes, for those of you silly boys who still embrace Christianity.

Probably the most important bit of information she gave me was that women do NOT age well. She kept telling me that if I could just get to the age of thirty, I "would be home free", as she put it. At the time, I didn't fully understand it. I do now. It's not just a matter of your sex drive diminishing as you get older, but something far more important. A woman's looks almost always head for the gutter as she ages. The more kids she has, the faster her looks deteriorate. I'm not talking when she hits fifty, or even forty.

Thirty. Maybe sooner.

This isn't just an issue of her face loosing that "youthful glow". I recall visiting a Christian relationship site recently that was tactfully talking about how a woman loses her beauty by forty. It said that she wouldn't turn many heads anymore. I thought, "Yeah; she won't turn any heads at forty. Maybe a few stomachs- but no heads."

This is one of the greatest secrets that few people talk about, and young men are almost never warned about. Women get ugly. BUTT UGLY. Even if she doesn't grow obese, as most women do, they develope cellulite.

Cellulite.

Oh, God. Have you ever walked down the aisle in a store and observed the women waddling along in short pants? Have you ever looked at their legs? Their thighs? A ghastly sight. Cellulite jiggling in every direction. It's like the old fifties sci-fi movie "The Blob". Sometimes I'm afraid it's going to jump out and envelope me.

Ick.

Ponder her buttocks. More cellulite. Lots more fat. You could set up a table for six on some of the female bums out there.

Her belly could handle the overflow. I was watching a show on one of the Discovery channels the other day and they were talking about how a woman's belly can grow and stretch to accomodate pregnancy. Yes, indeed. A woman's belly can grow to resemble a beached whale in short order. (It rarely shrinks back)

Contemplate her breasts. Ah, yes. The twin orbs of pleasure that young men so foolishly lust after.

Why?

They're a couple of sacks of fat with oozing nipples on the end. Very few women's breasts look like the one's you see in the movies. Normally, most breasts are NOT attractive at all. They droop. Sometimes they're not identical. Some look like gourds. When children come along, they sag badly. Very badly. Sometimes down to their belly, which by this time is also sagging in a race to hit the floor. In a woman, everything heads south, my friends. NEVER forget this.

I'm going to be blunt. Have you ever smelled a vagina? Seriously. I mean in it's natural, unwashed state? Really stuck your nose right down there and taken a deep breath?

Once.

My G-d. The stench could have knocked a buzzard off a shit wagon at fifty paces. To this day I swear there was a cloud of flies buzzing around that portal of doom. Sometimes when riding my Harley-Beasties around the rural roads here in Oregon, I encounter dead skunks. Road kill. We have a lot of them here, and when they've been baking in the summer sun, you can smell them a long way off even at sixty miles per hour.

Vaginas tend to be even nastier.

I have long said that a vagina is a cesspool of filth and disease, and that I will never place any part of my anatomy into such a sewer. With the odds that a woman has herpes or HPV, this statement is even more true today.

Nature has a clever trick to warn us of danger. Smell. If you encounter something that smells bad, or rancid, Nature is telling you to get away.

(Danger, danger Will Robinson!)

You are being warned that something is probably carrying disease, and is filthy. Definatley not fit for human consumption.

Consider what comes out of a woman's vagina when she has a period. It's not just blood, boys. Other nasty stuff sloughes off. If she has HPV, then dead warts (if she's being treated) come oozing out. Or dead pre-cancerous lesions. Scabs. Brown slime that reeks.

Doubt me? Visit any HPV forum and read the stories. It's enough to make a Billy-Goat puke.

And they wonder why so many men don't want to perform oral sex......

Think about her rectum. Yep. Her butt-hole. Think about how close it is to her vagina. Do you REALLY want your gonads slapping up against her poop-shute?

Really?

How carefully does she wipe after she uses the toilet? Do you know? Of course not. You're taking it on faith that she is very sanitary, and we all know we can trust women.

Look at her pretty face. Think about her mouth. Can you say gingivitus? Tooth decay? Mucous? Plaque? The human mouth is FILTHY, and a woman's mouth is no exception, bucko. She can also carry Herpes and HPV in her mouth from all those blow jobs she's been giving out to every guy in town. Blow jobs that mysteriously disappear once married, I might add.

Look at her beady little eyes. Will they look so pretty when she is squinting through glasses that are as thick as coke bottle bottoms? When they're oozing? When they are dull and lifeless as she hits middle age?

Have you ever watched how a woman's skin sags? Their skin ages much faster than a man's. Loss of collagen you know. They soon look like a mummy. Surely you've seen a middle-aged couple walking along. The man is fifty. In shape. Pleasantly greying on the sides of his head. A bounce in his step.

Jaunty.

Then look at his wife

She looks like an open-casket funeral. The stench of death is about her. He's just hitting his prime in looks, while she's flying towards death. Yes, she may outlive him. If you can call occupying a rotting carcass living.

Deconstruct the female.

This is a common theme by celibate males who seek to warn men about the realities of women.

Deconstruct the female.

I'm sure sometimes women wonder why I'm smiling as I go about my business. It's not just that I'm friendly. I'm deconstructing in my mind. Many times this has saved me.

Women produce the same filth and excretions as men. They require deodrants both for underarms, and even worse, for down below. What happens when a woman uses the toilet? Do you think it comes out smelling like roses? Think again.

Understand that your sex drive is irrational. It's designed by nature to get you to breed. Once the breeding is done, your sex drive diminishes and her looks disappear. Nature doesn't want her being desireable to other men. She needs to take care of the little children, so nature makes her ugly. The more children, the uglier she gets. It's a normal biologiacl result of breeding.

Stop and analyze why you feel desire for a woman. You're being manipulated by nature to do something that is NOT in your personal best interest. It will not be advantageous in any way to breed with a woman. You will be drained physically, emotionally, spiritually and financially. Consider the other examples in nature of males being used and cast aside after breeding. Once they have served their purpose, they are useless to the female.

Do you think you will be treated any differently when the female has used you for breeding? You will only be around as long as she feels she need you financially. No longer.

Deconstruct the female.

Understand what she is physically. Understand the forces that drive her to breed, and the part you play. Is this what you want? To spend your short life in this fashion? Are you destined to be a slave to your desires? Can you rise above nature? Can you use your mind to control your actions?

Are you better and stronger than the other creatures in the world, or are you a slave to your passions just as surely as a dog?

The choice is yours.

Clear your mind of lust. Avoid looking at women. Avoid porn. Masturbate if needed when yonger- or older. Don't date. Don't socialize with women. Concentrate on your hobbies. Your work. Your exercising.

Buy a motorcycle if you can swing it. Ride. Commune with nature. Contemplate your naval. Read the classics. Take up bicycling. Hiking.

Anything.

Use your energies in ways that benefit YOU, not some oozing gash. You don't have to be just another cog in the Matriarchy. Live for yourself.

Whew.

I must end this now, as nature is calling. I'm going to take a much-deserved dump in my newly redecorated bachelor bathroom that no Vagina-Beasty has ever fouled.

Christopher

How badly emotionally scarred are they?
Multiple relationships = multiple sexual encounters.

Unlike men, women invest emotionally in their sexual encounters. It is the way their brains are wired.
But for every failed relationships, the woman risks damaging her psychological and mental health.

This makes her very unsuitable for marriage as her relationship failure increases, and the burden on the final person she marries is extremely high.
The guy who actually buys the package will suffer being judged by the woman based on her past bad relationships.
That's why, most men tend to avoid damaged women, and they tend to be in the 30s by that time.

This is why men avoid women in 30s because they're too emotionally scarred by that age if they're not married by that time.

Women in 20s tend to less damaged and are still emotionally healthy, in addition to the attractive physical features.
So do you men think it is worth fixing emotionally damaged women, or completely bypass them altogether?
All the advise I've read online is, no matter what, always avoid those women who've been badly hurt before because the price to pay is too high emotionally to be with them. You'll always be blamed eventually.

Always start with mentally healthy dating partner.
Mentally healthy women is the key to healthy relationship and family.

Gentlemen:

(And I am assuming you ARE gentlemen.) I would like to take a moment to offer an opinion based upon my forty-nine long years of blessed bachelorhood.

I realize that 49 sounds like a lot of years. Maybe it is. Sometimes it even surprises me that I've lived this long. It doesn't seem excessively long to me-not really. But I can understand that, to someone who is in his twenties, I probably seem genuinely old. Possibly you think that such an old fossil is so removed from your generation, that he can't have any relevant advice to offer you on dating and marriage. Well, you'd be wrong.

I would like to touch on an issue that is a constant source of friction even for bachelors. The issue is this: are there any truly decent women left?

My answer would be this: It makes no difference.

What do I mean? Even if you find this elusive, virginal woman you have been dreaming about in the back of your mind, she ain't gonna marry YOU. The good ones, if they even exist, are so rare they are going to be snapped up rapidly by successful, professional men with a very high income. These men know they have economic power you probably don't have, and they wield it accordingly. They get what they want-for the moment.

This rare woman, if she exists, knows her value, and sets her price accordingly high. Why not? Why should the grocery store start selling lobster for a nickel a ton if they can get twenty bucks a pound? Does that anger you? Tough. Supply and demand. Simple economics. Get used to it.

So, forget about finding such a woman. Unless you win the lottery, or are prepared to spend eight years in medical school.

So what's left?

Sluts, skanks, whores, tramps, pigs, junkies, drunks, fat slobs, white-trash, black-trash, degenerates, bisexuals, reformed lesbians, religious maniacs, frigid nuts, man-haters, trans-gender freaks, green-card-hunters, maniacs, bi-polar, borderline-personality-disorder, schizo's, STD-riddled, women-in-poor-health and other assorted undesirables.

So, what in the heck is the point of this old fart?

My point is two-fold.

Firstly, and I've stressed this initially, you are NOT going to find and marry a nice, sweet, loyal, faithful girl that will stand by your side through all of life's troubles.

It is absolutely NOT going to happen in your lifetime, so forget about it.

My second point is this:

In the long run, it doesn't matter.

But, whatever do I mean? It's simple, really, and the point has been stressed over and over. Yet, repetitive learning is often the most effective, so I'll repeat what has so often been stated.

A woman's physical beauty, her charm, all fade so quickly. This is something a man simply can't fully grasp when he is in his twenties. The allure of the ***** is just too strong, even if a man isn't getting any. Nature endows women, as Schopenhauer said so long ago, with a super-abundance of beauty for a short time. But, that's it. After that, what do you have? A braying jack-ass that serves no purpose? A fat woman that bears a striking resemblance to Jabba The Hut? A religious maniac that will view you with contempt because a "good Christian man" would never expect his wife to do "THAT"? A wife that say "Don't touch me!"? A woman that didn't bother to tell you about her monthly Herpes outbreaks, and now expects you to pony up the $500 a month she needs to buy Valtrex?

If you are young, please believe me when I tell you this: No matter how bad your experiences with women have been, and I'm sure they've been mostly bad, (otherwise you wouldn't be here), yet you still have no idea how bad life can and probably will be as a woman ages-if you're married to her.

I'm in a unique position. I'm not old, not really, but I'm not young, either. I'm sitting on the pinnacle of my my life about to slide towards raisinhood. I am watching all of the women I know that are even twenty years younger than I am turn into sour, ugly, fat prunes. I'm still healthy, and in good shape. There are no bags under my eyes, I can still bench a respectable amount, I don't get up to pee ten times a night, and I can walk ten miles without being the least bit winded.

But the women; oh, lord, the women. How they have aged, and aged badly. The female body is the ultimate in bait-and-switch. It falls apart so rapidly. Once the youthful glow disappears, you will be left with a foul, smelly walking Picasso. That tight skin that is stretched over a woman's body will soon loosen up, and you will see the horrid beast that has always been lurking underneath. And it's an ugly sight to behold.

When I first really, and truly started watching the women I know fall to pieces, I could hardly believe what I saw. I had been warned by my parents that women age poorly, but to actually watch women grow ugly and putrid was unsettling to me. It was like watching a plane crash-horrifying, yet I couldn't turn away. It was mesmerizing.

Every year that passes, these same women reach new lows of physical repugnance. Just when you think they can't get uglier, or wrinklier, then another wrinkle manages to appear, the tits sag even further, and she achieves a new low in appearance.

As the Sex Restrainer put it so well, try and imagine lying in bed next to an old woman. Forget all of the romantic crap about "growing old together". It's just so much nonsense. An aging women is a horrible sight, especially if you have to snuggle up to it at night. As Fred Sanford put it, "There ain't nothin' uglier than an old white woman."

Most of you youngsters have little idea of how bad it can be to live with an ugly, menopausal woman. And yes, the looks really take a furiously-fast nosedive at the exact time her sanity disappears in menopause. You will be living with an ugly troll with the temper of Satan himself. Twenty-four/seven. It will be never ending insanity and fighting.

So, yes, the wealthy man wins in the short run. He gets the attractive woman, although the odds are against him finding a decent woman that won't divorce him. He isn't immune to divorce; in fact, being rich makes him a bigger target.

But, the rest of us win in the long run. At 49, I neither need nor want a woman, regardless of how attractive she might be. This has been the case for about twenty years, ever since my sex drive kind of shriveled up. (Bad analogy)

So, be patient. Your lust will pass. To make it easier, leave the women strictly alone. Don't tempt yourself. Don't torture yourself. View the woman as a poisonous flower to be admired from a distance.

Stay single and you, too, can spend you time and money as you see fit when you reach your forties, and believe me, it will come sooner than you can imagine.

You might ask me, "Is it worth it? Staying single?"

Oh, yeah. You have no idea. ;D

Christopher in Oregon

a girl that have few failed relationship

know how to treasure their own bf

and know how to tolerance their bf

Gentlemen:

(And I am assuming you ARE gentlemen.) I would like to take a moment to offer an opinion based upon my forty-nine long years of blessed bachelorhood.

I realize that 49 sounds like a lot of years. Maybe it is. Sometimes it even surprises me that I've lived this long. It doesn't seem excessively long to me-not really. But I can understand that, to someone who is in his twenties, I probably seem genuinely old. Possibly you think that such an old fossil is so removed from your generation, that he can't have any relevant advice to offer you on dating and marriage. Well, you'd be wrong.

I would like to touch on an issue that is a constant source of friction even for bachelors. The issue is this: are there any truly decent women left?

My answer would be this: It makes no difference.

What do I mean? Even if you find this elusive, virginal woman you have been dreaming about in the back of your mind, she ain't gonna marry YOU. The good ones, if they even exist, are so rare they are going to be snapped up rapidly by successful, professional men with a very high income. These men know they have economic power you probably don't have, and they wield it accordingly. They get what they want-for the moment.

This rare woman, if she exists, knows her value, and sets her price accordingly high. Why not? Why should the grocery store start selling lobster for a nickel a ton if they can get twenty bucks a pound? Does that anger you? Tough. Supply and demand. Simple economics. Get used to it.

So, forget about finding such a woman. Unless you win the lottery, or are prepared to spend eight years in medical school.

So what's left?

Sluts, skanks, whores, tramps, pigs, junkies, drunks, fat slobs, white-trash, black-trash, degenerates, bisexuals, reformed lesbians, religious maniacs, frigid nuts, man-haters, trans-gender freaks, green-card-hunters, maniacs, bi-polar, borderline-personality-disorder, schizo's, STD-riddled, women-in-poor-health and other assorted undesirables.

So, what in the heck is the point of this old fart?

My point is two-fold.

Firstly, and I've stressed this initially, you are NOT going to find and marry a nice, sweet, loyal, faithful girl that will stand by your side through all of life's troubles.

It is absolutely NOT going to happen in your lifetime, so forget about it.

My second point is this:

In the long run, it doesn't matter.

But, whatever do I mean? It's simple, really, and the point has been stressed over and over. Yet, repetitive learning is often the most effective, so I'll repeat what has so often been stated.

A woman's physical beauty, her charm, all fade so quickly. This is something a man simply can't fully grasp when he is in his twenties. The allure of the ***** is just too strong, even if a man isn't getting any. Nature endows women, as Schopenhauer said so long ago, with a super-abundance of beauty for a short time. But, that's it. After that, what do you have? A braying jack-ass that serves no purpose? A fat woman that bears a striking resemblance to Jabba The Hut? A religious maniac that will view you with contempt because a "good Christian man" would never expect his wife to do "THAT"? A wife that say "Don't touch me!"? A woman that didn't bother to tell you about her monthly Herpes outbreaks, and now expects you to pony up the $500 a month she needs to buy Valtrex?

If you are young, please believe me when I tell you this: No matter how bad your experiences with women have been, and I'm sure they've been mostly bad, (otherwise you wouldn't be here), yet you still have no idea how bad life can and probably will be as a woman ages-if you're married to her.

I'm in a unique position. I'm not old, not really, but I'm not young, either. I'm sitting on the pinnacle of my my life about to slide towards raisinhood. I am watching all of the women I know that are even twenty years younger than I am turn into sour, ugly, fat prunes. I'm still healthy, and in good shape. There are no bags under my eyes, I can still bench a respectable amount, I don't get up to pee ten times a night, and I can walk ten miles without being the least bit winded.

But the women; oh, lord, the women. How they have aged, and aged badly. The female body is the ultimate in bait-and-switch. It falls apart so rapidly. Once the youthful glow disappears, you will be left with a foul, smelly walking Picasso. That tight skin that is stretched over a woman's body will soon loosen up, and you will see the horrid beast that has always been lurking underneath. And it's an ugly sight to behold.

When I first really, and truly started watching the women I know fall to pieces, I could hardly believe what I saw. I had been warned by my parents that women age poorly, but to actually watch women grow ugly and putrid was unsettling to me. It was like watching a plane crash-horrifying, yet I couldn't turn away. It was mesmerizing.

Every year that passes, these same women reach new lows of physical repugnance. Just when you think they can't get uglier, or wrinklier, then another wrinkle manages to appear, the tits sag even further, and she achieves a new low in appearance.

As the Sex Restrainer put it so well, try and imagine lying in bed next to an old woman. Forget all of the romantic crap about "growing old together". It's just so much nonsense. An aging women is a horrible sight, especially if you have to snuggle up to it at night. As Fred Sanford put it, "There ain't nothin' uglier than an old white woman."

Most of you youngsters have little idea of how bad it can be to live with an ugly, menopausal woman. And yes, the looks really take a furiously-fast nosedive at the exact time her sanity disappears in menopause. You will be living with an ugly troll with the temper of Satan himself. Twenty-four/seven. It will be never ending insanity and fighting.

So, yes, the wealthy man wins in the short run. He gets the attractive woman, although the odds are against him finding a decent woman that won't divorce him. He isn't immune to divorce; in fact, being rich makes him a bigger target.

But, the rest of us win in the long run. At 49, I neither need nor want a woman, regardless of how attractive she might be. This has been the case for about twenty years, ever since my sex drive kind of shriveled up. (Bad analogy)

So, be patient. Your lust will pass. To make it easier, leave the women strictly alone. Don't tempt yourself. Don't torture yourself. View the woman as a poisonous flower to be admired from a distance.

Stay single and you, too, can spend you time and money as you see fit when you reach your forties, and believe me, it will come sooner than you can imagine.

You might ask me, "Is it worth it? Staying single?"

Oh, yeah. You have no idea. ;D

Christopher in Oregon

but women in their 30s got <B>more experience<B>..
women in 20s too pampered la...uwaaa uwaaaa only...everything oso have to teach

Gentlemen:

(And I am assuming you ARE gentlemen.) I would like to take a moment to offer an opinion based upon my forty-nine long years of blessed bachelorhood.

I realize that 49 sounds like a lot of years. Maybe it is. Sometimes it even surprises me that I've lived this long. It doesn't seem excessively long to me-not really. But I can understand that, to someone who is in his twenties, I probably seem genuinely old. Possibly you think that such an old fossil is so removed from your generation, that he can't have any relevant advice to offer you on dating and marriage. Well, you'd be wrong.

I would like to touch on an issue that is a constant source of friction even for bachelors. The issue is this: are there any truly decent women left?

My answer would be this: It makes no difference.

What do I mean? Even if you find this elusive, virginal woman you have been dreaming about in the back of your mind, she ain't gonna marry YOU. The good ones, if they even exist, are so rare they are going to be snapped up rapidly by successful, professional men with a very high income. These men know they have economic power you probably don't have, and they wield it accordingly. They get what they want-for the moment.

This rare woman, if she exists, knows her value, and sets her price accordingly high. Why not? Why should the grocery store start selling lobster for a nickel a ton if they can get twenty bucks a pound? Does that anger you? Tough. Supply and demand. Simple economics. Get used to it.

So, forget about finding such a woman. Unless you win the lottery, or are prepared to spend eight years in medical school.

So what's left?

Sluts, skanks, whores, tramps, pigs, junkies, drunks, fat slobs, white-trash, black-trash, degenerates, bisexuals, reformed lesbians, religious maniacs, frigid nuts, man-haters, trans-gender freaks, green-card-hunters, maniacs, bi-polar, borderline-personality-disorder, schizo's, STD-riddled, women-in-poor-health and other assorted undesirables.

So, what in the heck is the point of this old fart?

My point is two-fold.

Firstly, and I've stressed this initially, you are NOT going to find and marry a nice, sweet, loyal, faithful girl that will stand by your side through all of life's troubles.

It is absolutely NOT going to happen in your lifetime, so forget about it.

My second point is this:

In the long run, it doesn't matter.

But, whatever do I mean? It's simple, really, and the point has been stressed over and over. Yet, repetitive learning is often the most effective, so I'll repeat what has so often been stated.

A woman's physical beauty, her charm, all fade so quickly. This is something a man simply can't fully grasp when he is in his twenties. The allure of the ***** is just too strong, even if a man isn't getting any. Nature endows women, as Schopenhauer said so long ago, with a super-abundance of beauty for a short time. But, that's it. After that, what do you have? A braying jack-ass that serves no purpose? A fat woman that bears a striking resemblance to Jabba The Hut? A religious maniac that will view you with contempt because a "good Christian man" would never expect his wife to do "THAT"? A wife that say "Don't touch me!"? A woman that didn't bother to tell you about her monthly Herpes outbreaks, and now expects you to pony up the $500 a month she needs to buy Valtrex?

If you are young, please believe me when I tell you this: No matter how bad your experiences with women have been, and I'm sure they've been mostly bad, (otherwise you wouldn't be here), yet you still have no idea how bad life can and probably will be as a woman ages-if you're married to her.

I'm in a unique position. I'm not old, not really, but I'm not young, either. I'm sitting on the pinnacle of my my life about to slide towards raisinhood. I am watching all of the women I know that are even twenty years younger than I am turn into sour, ugly, fat prunes. I'm still healthy, and in good shape. There are no bags under my eyes, I can still bench a respectable amount, I don't get up to pee ten times a night, and I can walk ten miles without being the least bit winded.

But the women; oh, lord, the women. How they have aged, and aged badly. The female body is the ultimate in bait-and-switch. It falls apart so rapidly. Once the youthful glow disappears, you will be left with a foul, smelly walking Picasso. That tight skin that is stretched over a woman's body will soon loosen up, and you will see the horrid beast that has always been lurking underneath. And it's an ugly sight to behold.

When I first really, and truly started watching the women I know fall to pieces, I could hardly believe what I saw. I had been warned by my parents that women age poorly, but to actually watch women grow ugly and putrid was unsettling to me. It was like watching a plane crash-horrifying, yet I couldn't turn away. It was mesmerizing.

Every year that passes, these same women reach new lows of physical repugnance. Just when you think they can't get uglier, or wrinklier, then another wrinkle manages to appear, the tits sag even further, and she achieves a new low in appearance.

As the Sex Restrainer put it so well, try and imagine lying in bed next to an old woman. Forget all of the romantic crap about "growing old together". It's just so much nonsense. An aging women is a horrible sight, especially if you have to snuggle up to it at night. As Fred Sanford put it, "There ain't nothin' uglier than an old white woman."

Most of you youngsters have little idea of how bad it can be to live with an ugly, menopausal woman. And yes, the looks really take a furiously-fast nosedive at the exact time her sanity disappears in menopause. You will be living with an ugly troll with the temper of Satan himself. Twenty-four/seven. It will be never ending insanity and fighting.

So, yes, the wealthy man wins in the short run. He gets the attractive woman, although the odds are against him finding a decent woman that won't divorce him. He isn't immune to divorce; in fact, being rich makes him a bigger target.

But, the rest of us win in the long run. At 49, I neither need nor want a woman, regardless of how attractive she might be. This has been the case for about twenty years, ever since my sex drive kind of shriveled up. (Bad analogy)

So, be patient. Your lust will pass. To make it easier, leave the women strictly alone. Don't tempt yourself. Don't torture yourself. View the woman as a poisonous flower to be admired from a distance.

Stay single and you, too, can spend you time and money as you see fit when you reach your forties, and believe me, it will come sooner than you can imagine.

You might ask me, "Is it worth it? Staying single?"

Oh, yeah. You have no idea. ;D

Christopher in Oregon

I was reading the Red Pill Blog (It’s a very good blog if you have never read it. I highly recommend his article on The Female Social Matrix. It is very long. Here is a link to it: http://theredpillroom.blogspot.com/2012/...ction.html ). The writer is another guy that has been married for 21 years. One of his articles says you can’t be alpha part of the time. His wife says “Foreplay begins in the morning when your feet hit the floor after you wake up” He begins this list of things you should do:

That means being the leader every day.
That means being decisive in your leadership every day.
That means soliciting her opinions before you make a decision about something important, every day.
That means ensuring the health, safety, and welfare for your family every day.
That means household maintenance every day.
That means working out in some way, every day.
That means making at least three good DHV Alpha moves every day.
That means intriguing her sense of curiosity or wonder every day.
That means making her come to you, not the other way around, every day.

And this is just a fragment of his list and I started thinking after reading about a third of the way through it, “f*** it”. It’s such a load of shit to go through just to be with a woman. You just can’t “be” with one. There is always going to be this tension that you are going to be put through in one form or another. You either are the perfect little beta with a side of alpha that is the best little handyman or you have to now go through this contrived alpha shit that Ian Ironwood lists above.

its such a lot of shit to go through just to have some regular *****. That’s not really even regular and it gets real tired. It is far better to f*** new ***** then your old tired ass wife and look that crap you have to go through to even get that.

And none of it is guaranteed to work and most of this is just conjecture. A few married guys that a “her-i-cane” hasn’t made “landfall” into his life and his marriage are like people living in Orlando telling people in southern Alabama how best to avoid a hurricane. Just because a major hurricane hasn’t hit Orlando doesn’t mean one won’t ever hit there.

I am 57. I am divorced. I live without a woman. I was sad and mad for about four years after the divorce. But now, not a day f***ing goes by that I am not actually thankful that I don’t have that woman in my life. I don’t mean just a little bit thankful. I mean I am f***ing giddy about it. Being happy is f***ing easy. All you have to do to be happy is not be unhappy. I can’t really tell you how to be happy but I can f***ing tell you how to be unhappy. Have a 55 year old wife. That’s how.

There are 3 women in their late forties or fifties that all three live right next to each other, right by me. I look at them and I am so glad I don’t have one of these beasts in my bed. My mother died way before my father and he never went with another woman. It wasn’t any devotion to her. He hated her. He was sick of her. She harangued and henpecked him for 40 or years. And he was alpha as mother f***er and he had all those good beta qualities of regularity and dependability that a woman could want in a man. He was 6’3″ 220 pound Sergeant-Major in the military that was about the meanest looking mother f***er you would see every week.

He had a command voice that would freeze children in their tracks. I would run into his young troopers on the base when I was a teenager and when they found out who I was they would say “Your dad is a mean f***ing *******”. I would reply “You’re telling me something I don’t know. I’m his f***ing son. Try that on for a while.” But no matter what, how alpha you are or what good alpha/beta mix you are there is still going to be something that is going to put a burr in that woman’s saddle. He was a good man and a good husband and still they ended up sleeping in different rooms.

All this ink and writing about how to be some alpha with some beta in you or a beta with some alpha in you is a f***ing waste of time. There is no solution to this. Women and men are too far apart and there is no reconciliation. They have opinions that are rationalized, solipsistic, false, or generalized. They have the advantageous position of having a ***** that you want more than they want your d***, and they have the law, religion, and the media on their side. The highest rate of divorce is among interracial marriages of white woman and black men. And you know those relationships are the best example of women wanting to marry alpha d*** and that is the only reason that the woman married the man.

Get it through your head, Men are from mars; women are f***ING IDIOTS.

Never marry. Duh. Plate Theory. Duh. Game. Duh. Pump them, dump them, next them. Duh. THAT IS THE ONLY WAY TO WIN. Duh!!!!!

You have no idea how young you are going to feel when you are 57 and how old those women will be when they are 57. You will not feel a lick of shit older or different when you are 57. Your d*** will work, your body will work. You will still be viable sexually. And that women will be a broken down piece of shit with a dead vagina and a body that would disgust you to see her naked much less f*** her. My ex-wife would be 50 years old right now and I have no idea how I could actually bring myself to f*** her knowing how she probably looks without clothes right now. Women say old men are pervs for wanting to f*** young girls.
f*** I would think it is perverted to f*** old women. It is natural as a motherf***er to want to f*** young women. Duh.

You can’t f***ing win at this game. Get a f***ing PS3. Get DirectTV. Get a lot of guy friends. Go fishing. Get some kind of Game be it alpha game or beta game to make them think you will be their sucker provider and then run away after you get the trim.

Whatever, just never marry. I am starting to get bored with this theme, how to be a better husband by being more alpha.

It won’t work.

You cannot look at a 40 year old women today and say that today’s thirty year old will be just like that when she is 40. You can’t even look at a 30 year old today and say today’s 20 year old will be like her. You have no idea what any of them are going to be like when they get older. The only reason women stayed with men in the past was because they had to and now they don’t and they won’t. Maybe if you are in the top 10% of income and your wife doesn’t work then she might stay with you.

There was this piece in The Atlantic a few days ago called “The Weaker Sex”. It profiled 3 women as something the female writer called the DWP club, divorced women professionals. It profiled 4 women, three were already divorced and loving it. They had f***ing weekends off from kids. The Ex husbands came and got the kids. So they had female nirvana, money, independence, nobody trying to f*** them, and someone else to raise the kids on the weekends. The fourth had a househusband, who she f***ing abused, and the writer made him look like a nitwit idiot and hinted this woman was well on the way to getting a divorce. All made mid six figure incomes. Women will only stay with you if they have to and they don’t have to any f***ing more. Get it through your head. They get just as sick of your d*** as you will with their tired ass boring *****.

Pump them, dump them, next them.

If you do this, if you never marry, and they invent time machines in the next 30 years, your 57 year old self will f***ing come back and thank you for doing it. If you don’t listen to me, then your 57 will come back and say “Listen to me you little idiot, when you meet a blond woman named Suzanne from Long Island, New York, RUN!!!!!”

There are so many things about women that under the best of circumstances should cause a man to run away from them. In these days of rabid feminism and STD's, a thinking man has run out of reasons to have any dealings with women.

I pity men in their twenties. It's a scary battle to fight, if a man even has the wisdom to do so. Most men just give in, and allow themselves to be manipulated by their sexual lust, not realizing that they are just pawns in nature's breeding process, only to be discarded when they have served their purpose.

Nature (and women) knows nothing of mercy. Ponder how various species of animals feed upon each other. It's a brutal world that most of us are sheltered from, and we often don't realize that human relationship are also dictated by nature, that same cruel mistress that allows animals to be ripped apart by others. Think of the shark, the lion, and virtually all meat-eating animals. It's brutal, but part of the natural order of things. Consider the "acts of God" such as tornadoes and earthquakes that kill vast numbers of people.

Relationship between humans are no less brutal. Think of the wars that have killed millions. Men are used and slaughtered by governments with abandon. The military has always taken men and used them to fight battles that benefit "society", meaning women. Men are expendable to society and nature. And to women.

I merely propose stepping off of societies treadmill, and refuse to play the game.

Refuse to fight in wars for our corrupt government. Resurrect that famous line from the Vietnam era, "Hell, no, we won't go!" Your life is valuable, and don't let anyone pressure you to be "patriotic". Thousands of American men have already been slaughtered in this insane attempt to protect our country from a threat that never existed in the first place.

Refuse to beat yourself senseless in college, in hopes of attracting a beautiful woman, who will "allow" you to have sex with her when she deems it necessary. (The beauty won't last) Sex just isn't worth the shit you have to put up with in order to get it.

Refuse to fight your way up the corporate ladder so you can be a "good provider" for a woman that hates you anyway. Your employer views you as a number, and couldn't care if you are destroyed by working for them. Stress kills, so find a job you enjoy, and just get by.

Refuse to get married, and become a wage-slave to a family that will never appreciate you, and will be taken from you when your wife decides to dump you (and she will).

Refuse to be one of the legions of men living in a roach infested apartment with several other divorced men because your wife took the home you worked hard to buy for her.

Refuse to spend money on dates in the hope of having access to some wart-encrusted vagina. The money you spend on a date will pale in comparison to the money you will spend getting treated for the STD she gave you.

Refuse to try and impress women with your ridiculous attempts to be macho. It's no different than a male bird flapping his wings trying to get the attention of the female. It's silly, and just makes you look like a fool. You don't realize that women are laughing at your attempts.

Refuse to be manipulated and controlled by your religion, whatever it may be. The churches, synagogues and mosques and their leaders view you as a provider for a woman, and a protector of your country. You are expendable, and to them your submission is essential in order to fulfill your proper role in their grand scheme of things. You're just there to pay tithing.

Now, in order to do the things I have recommended will require strength. Most men have been so emasculated and *****-whipped they are beyond hope. I realize this, and my words are to the enlightened few who actually desire to be something more than just an extension of their penis.

If you really and truly don't want to be used by society, and by that I mean women, religion, government and business, you will have to first realize that from birth, you have been groomed to fulfill your role as an expendable male. Everyone expects you to live your life, and sacrifice it if necessary, for someone else. In all areas of life your happiness is secondary, if even that. Everyone's happiness and safety comes before you, because you, you poor befuddled male, have a penis. You are just a tool to be discarded when no longer needed.

Don't forget this. Society doesn't give a tinker's damn about you. Not you wife, girlfriend, pastor, employer or the government. When you have this firmly entrenched in your mind, then possibly you will make the same decision that I did. Simply refuse to play the game.

Have as few connections with society as possible. Stay out of debt under any circumstances (except for a Harley paymnet-more on that later). By being in debt, you are a slave to the corrupt banks. Avoid having credit cards for any reason.

When I was 16, I had already made the decision that I didn't like women, and didn't want to spend any time in their company. So, I looked for an alternative obsession that would take my time, money and energy, but wouldn't involve being around women. I found two things, and they have been my passion ever since.

I have always loved classical music, and have a truly vast and growing collection. Avoid listening to ANY modern music, as it is designed to get you to think about women, romance and sex. It's very hypnotic, and in this, I agree with Christians. It's evil, and designed to get you to obsess over the flesh. If you have any modern music, trash it. It's garbage, and just re-enforces the matriarchal brainwashing you get bombarded with every day. Join the Musical Heritage Society, and start collecting good music, created by people who actually were gifted. I order much of my music from Amazon, as well.

Secondly, learn how to ride a motorcycle. Don't say you can't do it. You can. It's one of the most liberating experiences known to mankind. Take lessons, and learn how to ride safely. Then go buy a Harley Sportster 883. You can get a new one for about $6500. If you have a job, you can afford one. It's a matter of priorities. You'll spend more in one year of dating some Vagina-Beasty, I can assure you. And a Harley won't give you genital warts.

It will empower you, and distract you. I can't count the number of times going for a ride along the Oregon coast, or back in the deserts of eastern Oregon, or around the massive mountain ranges of the northwest have saved me from loneliness for a woman. When you are out in the wild, communing with the God of nature, you will feel a connection that you never feel when around people, especially women. A woman will always create a rift between you and God. Never forget this. A woman is anti-God. She will always be the stumbling block between you and your creator. Her mere presence prevents God's spirit from being near. She has a negative energy, and will sap your strength.

Every time I ride, I come back renewed. I feel the presence of God, and come back stronger. Riding a motorcycle is one of the finest pleasures still available to men, and allows you to transport yourself solo away from society and the Matriarchy. It saved me when I was young, and today is even more important, as I use it as a way of communing with God. You won't find God in a church full of harpies, whining brats, and thieving pastors. You will find him out in the forests and mountains. I never felt close to God in church. I just felt tense. Used. On my rides, I often stop and ponder God's creation. I rode down to Crater Lake one day, and just stood at the rim looking down. Such incredible beauty on a scale so vast that it has to be seen to be believed. The presence of a woman would have destroyed the moment completely.

Some of the rural highways in north-central Oregon wind their way up deep canyons like the one near Grass Valley. No guard rails, and you can ride along the edge of the narrow highway as it climbs up and up and look almost straight down hundreds of feet into the abyss.

One morning three years ago, when I had my Goldwing, I just decided to wake up at 3 a.m., and climbed aboard and went to Nevada. And came back the same day. One-thousand miles of butt-breaking happiness. I was flying along the highway near summer lake, and ran smack into a huge herd of cattle. They use the highways in that part of the state for cattle drives. I stopped, and they stopped. I was only ten feet from the lead animals, and they seemed to glower at me. I think it was the leather gear I was using, but in my defense, it WAS goat skin. Didn't seem to matter to them, though.

What's the point of this? I share a few of my countless memories that are still in the making, and will be for many years to come, to show you that you can have a full, rich and immensely happy life if you follow my advice. I have no memories of women in my life, for there have been none to speak of. My memories are those of hundreds of rides all around the northwest, and hundreds more to come. My life is a joy, and it's because I'm a man, and I live a man's life. I'm free and independant. So many times when riding, I'll notice men in their mini vans, with fat wives and children, staring enviously at my decked out Harley's and Langlitz Leathers. I paid $2000 for my leathers, and about $500 dollars for each of my Arai helmets, and I didn't have to ask the permission of any woman.

The joy of walking into the Harley dealership when I decide I want a new bike, and being able to just do it is incredible. So, I say to you, or those of you who desire the freedom and happiness of the Harley riding bachelor (meaning me) the first step is simple. If you have a girlfriend, call her up and say "Sweetheart. f*** off. I'm buying a Harley today, and I don't need your mangy ass. Go to hell."

Then go buy your Harley.

Christopher from Oregon

Gentlemen:

(And I am assuming you ARE gentlemen.) I would like to take a moment to offer an opinion based upon my forty-nine long years of blessed bachelorhood.

I realize that 49 sounds like a lot of years. Maybe it is. Sometimes it even surprises me that I've lived this long. It doesn't seem excessively long to me-not really. But I can understand that, to someone who is in his twenties, I probably seem genuinely old. Possibly you think that such an old fossil is so removed from your generation, that he can't have any relevant advice to offer you on dating and marriage. Well, you'd be wrong.

I would like to touch on an issue that is a constant source of friction even for bachelors. The issue is this: are there any truly decent women left?

My answer would be this: It makes no difference.

What do I mean? Even if you find this elusive, virginal woman you have been dreaming about in the back of your mind, she ain't gonna marry YOU. The good ones, if they even exist, are so rare they are going to be snapped up rapidly by successful, professional men with a very high income. These men know they have economic power you probably don't have, and they wield it accordingly. They get what they want-for the moment.

This rare woman, if she exists, knows her value, and sets her price accordingly high. Why not? Why should the grocery store start selling lobster for a nickel a ton if they can get twenty bucks a pound? Does that anger you? Tough. Supply and demand. Simple economics. Get used to it.

So, forget about finding such a woman. Unless you win the lottery, or are prepared to spend eight years in medical school.

So what's left?

Sluts, skanks, whores, tramps, pigs, junkies, drunks, fat slobs, white-trash, black-trash, degenerates, bisexuals, reformed lesbians, religious maniacs, frigid nuts, man-haters, trans-gender freaks, green-card-hunters, maniacs, bi-polar, borderline-personality-disorder, schizo's, STD-riddled, women-in-poor-health and other assorted undesirables.

So, what in the heck is the point of this old fart?

My point is two-fold.

Firstly, and I've stressed this initially, you are NOT going to find and marry a nice, sweet, loyal, faithful girl that will stand by your side through all of life's troubles.

It is absolutely NOT going to happen in your lifetime, so forget about it.

My second point is this:

In the long run, it doesn't matter.

But, whatever do I mean? It's simple, really, and the point has been stressed over and over. Yet, repetitive learning is often the most effective, so I'll repeat what has so often been stated.

A woman's physical beauty, her charm, all fade so quickly. This is something a man simply can't fully grasp when he is in his twenties. The allure of the ***** is just too strong, even if a man isn't getting any. Nature endows women, as Schopenhauer said so long ago, with a super-abundance of beauty for a short time. But, that's it. After that, what do you have? A braying jack-ass that serves no purpose? A fat woman that bears a striking resemblance to Jabba The Hut? A religious maniac that will view you with contempt because a "good Christian man" would never expect his wife to do "THAT"? A wife that say "Don't touch me!"? A woman that didn't bother to tell you about her monthly Herpes outbreaks, and now expects you to pony up the $500 a month she needs to buy Valtrex?

If you are young, please believe me when I tell you this: No matter how bad your experiences with women have been, and I'm sure they've been mostly bad, (otherwise you wouldn't be here), yet you still have no idea how bad life can and probably will be as a woman ages-if you're married to her.

I'm in a unique position. I'm not old, not really, but I'm not young, either. I'm sitting on the pinnacle of my my life about to slide towards raisinhood. I am watching all of the women I know that are even twenty years younger than I am turn into sour, ugly, fat prunes. I'm still healthy, and in good shape. There are no bags under my eyes, I can still bench a respectable amount, I don't get up to pee ten times a night, and I can walk ten miles without being the least bit winded.

But the women; oh, lord, the women. How they have aged, and aged badly. The female body is the ultimate in bait-and-switch. It falls apart so rapidly. Once the youthful glow disappears, you will be left with a foul, smelly walking Picasso. That tight skin that is stretched over a woman's body will soon loosen up, and you will see the horrid beast that has always been lurking underneath. And it's an ugly sight to behold.

When I first really, and truly started watching the women I know fall to pieces, I could hardly believe what I saw. I had been warned by my parents that women age poorly, but to actually watch women grow ugly and putrid was unsettling to me. It was like watching a plane crash-horrifying, yet I couldn't turn away. It was mesmerizing.

Every year that passes, these same women reach new lows of physical repugnance. Just when you think they can't get uglier, or wrinklier, then another wrinkle manages to appear, the tits sag even further, and she achieves a new low in appearance.

As the Sex Restrainer put it so well, try and imagine lying in bed next to an old woman. Forget all of the romantic crap about "growing old together". It's just so much nonsense. An aging women is a horrible sight, especially if you have to snuggle up to it at night. As Fred Sanford put it, "There ain't nothin' uglier than an old white woman."

Most of you youngsters have little idea of how bad it can be to live with an ugly, menopausal woman. And yes, the looks really take a furiously-fast nosedive at the exact time her sanity disappears in menopause. You will be living with an ugly troll with the temper of Satan himself. Twenty-four/seven. It will be never ending insanity and fighting.

So, yes, the wealthy man wins in the short run. He gets the attractive woman, although the odds are against him finding a decent woman that won't divorce him. He isn't immune to divorce; in fact, being rich makes him a bigger target.

But, the rest of us win in the long run. At 49, I neither need nor want a woman, regardless of how attractive she might be. This has been the case for about twenty years, ever since my sex drive kind of shriveled up. (Bad analogy)

So, be patient. Your lust will pass. To make it easier, leave the women strictly alone. Don't tempt yourself. Don't torture yourself. View the woman as a poisonous flower to be admired from a distance.

Stay single and you, too, can spend you time and money as you see fit when you reach your forties, and believe me, it will come sooner than you can imagine.

You might ask me, "Is it worth it? Staying single?"

Oh, yeah. You have no idea. ;D

Christopher in Oregon

I’m starting to use Microsoft Word to compose comments. I recommend it. Not only does it spell check, but also it does syntax and semantic checking. Perhaps I can compose better comments. I get so into what I am writing emotionally, I will hit the “send” button a little too early when I should have proofread more. I f***ing hit it and scream “Yeah, Take that!! you b****es. There’s a new motherf***ing sheriff in town now. HA!!!!” So Word does checking on the fly and maybe I can seem a little more literate.

I have to concur greatly with this post. I have felt that the whole Mid-Life Crisis thing was bullshit, at least from the explanation that is so generally accepted by both, men and most especially, by women.

I read an article some years back where the author was saying that men would experience something in mid-life, a profound depression, possibly due to first realizations of mortality, that you can begin to actually sense the finite nature of life, that you can actually visualize yourself dying. And he ended the article with a warning to men approaching this age “The black dog is on your trail.” Wikipedia says, “the Black Dog is regarded as a ‘portent of death.’” I think all that is a little strong. But it shows the societal buy in to the whole idea of Mid Life Crisis.

But this post by Rollo is as good an explanation and as strong a factor as any fear of death or need to recapture youth, to show you still have it. The notion of the Mid Life Crisis is another Femcentric rationalization exercise to shame you into getting back in line. You need to Man Up and Be A Man.

I get into spats from time to time with my ex-wife, usually in emails. I had one this week. There hasn’t been one in while and this was the first one since I got extremely Red Pill aware and I struck for the jugular in retaliation. The response I got back was so typical in Female Shaming. At first I reacted to it emotionally, and then I just called up the Red Pill. If I had wanted to I could have retaliated with an explosive response. So shaming is exactly those justification, rationalization, and defense mechanisms that women employ to criticize and impugn that which goes against the behavior that they expect and demand from men. It infuriates them when you pull back the curtain and the shaming doesn’t work anymore.

But thanks to this blog, women can’t pull my chains like they could before. And I can certainly yank on theirs.

I constantly comment on the idea of a new paradigm, the whole underlying set of filters and rules by which you emote, judge, act because the paradigm that you have if bullshit and works against you. These topics like Middle Age Crazy are exactly those concepts that you need to reform.

Let me first set some basics. In 2002, I was 47 years old. I was married, two kids, house in Louisville, Colorado, which is an upper middle class suburb of Boulder or Denver, however you wish to look at it. My house was valued at 589,000 at the time of the divorce. We filed income tax on $250,000. I worked in software and she worked as a gas broker, a trader like a stockbroker. We had two young kids, European nannies, 3 cars. Everything revolved around the kids, weekend and weekday activities. I had the kind of credit where you could walk into a dealer, sign a piece of paper, and walk out with a new car. And I was f***ing near insane with frustration and anger. I did everything you were supposed to be doing. I get jammed in comments about “your beta ass”. I was doing what you were told by the world that you should be doing. And I wasn’t just standing around saying “Yes ma’am” all of the time. But I did often trade peace for a lost position. So what would have been the alternative in the situation, jacking her ass over every issue, standing my ground all the time? And the rest was just habit, social convention, those things that men do because the world says that men should do them. And we f***ing do them because we are good and decent motherf***ers.

Today I live alone. I earn a fraction of what I did back then. Women are practically absent in my life. I have no desire to enter into any sort of LTR with one and unless some remarkable change in fortune occurs then I do not foresee having another one. Because I have no women in my life after such a long time of having them in my life allows me to see the sacrifices that a man has to make in order to have one in his life. It takes so little for me to be happy without that stress of women, their demands, what it takes to get them and keep them.

The difference in me now and then is remarkable. I am genuinely much, much more content today that I was then and by any external judgment of my life today compared to back then, I would easily be considered a failure. I am healthier, much less angry, and in a far better mood most of the time. People would have described me as angry back then and many that read my comments today would say the same. But I don’t feel that way. I feel strongly about creating a new consciousness in men about the reality of women, and of Femcentric society (Femcentric gets a spell checker red line underneath it. It still doesn’t exist as a word yet).

So there is anything that a reader should take from this blog and from the Red Pill is it is “You make a tremendous sacrifice by entering in a Long Term Relationship with a women. And that sacrifice is far greater than you are conditioned to believe. You give your freedom, your effort, your heart, and I can tell you, a tremendous amount of material and financial resources and assets.”

And I can also tell you emphatically. IT WILL GO UNAPPRECIATED. IT IS EXPECTED. IT IS DEMANDED. IT IS THE PRICE OF EVEN SITTING AT THE TABLE.

Now, eventually many of you will get to where I am at, where that circuitry that causes to you desire and wish to have women in your life gets f***ing fried, where you cross the line that that last betrayal, that last bullshit selfish b****, that last episode of dealing with them that will make you choose that it is better to be without them.

Or you can find The Middle Way. And I use that Buddhist term for a reason. Buddhism isn’t a religion. Buddha wasn’t a god or a prophet. He was a dude with an idea that came to him after living life as a rich prince then rejecting that, he lived as a poor beggar monk.

And these are the Four Noble Truths of Buddhism:

-Life is suffering

-We suffer because of our desire and craving

-There can be a cessation of suffering: it is the remainderless fading away and cessation of that same craving, the giving up and relinquishing of it, freedom from it, nonreliance on it.

-There is the way leading to the cessation of suffering: it is the Eightfold Path; that is, right view, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness and right concentration.

Now substitute the word “suffering” with “suffering because of women” and there you have the end to your suffering.

And the Eightfold Path is Game.

So I said this before. Let me get a little technical. There is the real and there is abstraction. The way you deal with abstraction is to create a frame with an underlying metaphor, a comparison to another thing that might be real or to a subsequent abstraction. If I would say “Freedom”, it would evoke an entirely different to a liberal as it would in a conservative and thus, they have no common ground to find agreement.

So this post shows that some abstractions like “Mid Life Crisis” gets stacked on abstraction, which is further stacked upon more abstractions like “obligation”, “responsibility”, “maturity” and you look at any of those words and see a Femcentric influenced abstraction in each of them.

And that is why I continually preach that the LTR is no good for you. You cannot trust that the abstractions in your head will not fail you at some time and cause you to accept treatment and expectations that you should not, to make decisions or take actions that you should not.

The LTR is a game that even if you even if you don’t lose, you still lose. You have been so conditioned not to see what you have lost, and not to see the true price that you have paid, are paying, and will pay.

It all starts when you are boy and it carries on your whole life. You are herded like cattle into male situations that you believe are what you should do. Both the carrot and stick are used against you to push you and keep you into those situations. It is point of pride for men that most STEM university degrees are earned by men. And those degrees require greater effort, dedication, thought, and capability than others. And I would argue that many of those men are pushed into those degree programs and they complete them because they feel they have no other option. While I was going to engineering school and I would get fed up with the work, the pressure, the not seeing the ground on the way to take a final because my head was scooping from studying and staying in the highest level of abstractions possible, I knew I had no other choice. If I ever left then the money pressure from women would push me right back into it. There would always be that ubiquitous question from them, “What do you do?” I never had another alternative; at least I was conditioned to believe that. The thought of not finishing would make me sick to my stomach with fear. And everything I did from what I ate, to how I dressed, the music I listened to, to the cars I drove was all based and driven by some Femcentric notion that I would be judged worthy or not by women.

And f*** you. Don’t you f***ing “beta ass motherf***er” me. Every one of you has to admit the same f***ing thing.

You don’t have to go there. You don’t have to do it. Follow Game Buddhism.

So I say this over and over. Until you gain the right consciousness, to understand which values in your head are conditioning from the Femcentric Female Imperative, then rely on Game, the fundamental and basic rules of game. Learn to approach. Learn to give yourself options other than the LTR. Walk on relationships readily and promptly. Never submit. Never marry. Never be afraid to leave and do leave. Set a 90 day limit. Then get the f*** out.

With time, education, exposure, awareness, and true contemplation, the real will make itself apparent from abstract conditioning. Or you can just go along with scam like you have been taught to do.

You are the prize. Your freedom and sanity is the price you will pay for an LTR. You are the one making the real sacrifice and let me tell you, it is a great sacrifice that you make. I have made it and I no longer choose to make it. And by not making it and seeing the benefits of not making it, then I can tell you that it truly is a great sacrifice that you will make if you enter into an LTR with a woman.

She does you no favor and she really favors you by not picking you.

f*** women. In every sense that phrase entails.

How badly emotionally scarred are they?
Multiple relationships = multiple sexual encounters.

Unlike men, women invest emotionally in their sexual encounters. It is the way their brains are wired.
But for every failed relationships, the woman risks damaging her psychological and mental health.

This makes her very unsuitable for marriage as her relationship failure increases, and the burden on the final person she marries is extremely high.
The guy who actually buys the package will suffer being judged by the woman based on her past bad relationships.
That's why, most men tend to avoid damaged women, and they tend to be in the 30s by that time.

This is why men avoid women in 30s because they're too emotionally scarred by that age if they're not married by that time.

Women in 20s tend to less damaged and are still emotionally healthy, in addition to the attractive physical features.
So do you men think it is worth fixing emotionally damaged women, or completely bypass them altogether?
All the advise I've read online is, no matter what, always avoid those women who've been badly hurt before because the price to pay is too high emotionally to be with them. You'll always be blamed eventually.

Always start with mentally healthy dating partner.
Mentally healthy women is the key to healthy relationship and family.