"A strange game. The only winning move is not to play. How about a nice game of chess?" quote from Wargames 1983.
That's right guys! The only winning move today in the modern dating world is not to play. Forget about the dreams of having a nice wife, 2 1/2 kids and a house with a white picket fence. Those days are long gone.
Modern women, especially career women, are never satisfied. They always want more, more, more.
When is enough, enough?
Imagine a 20-something guy, living somewhere in the United States. Maybe in a big city like New York or Los Angeles, or perhaps in a small town or suburbia in some obscure corner of our country. He sits on some idle Sunday afternoon on his porch, or maybe fire escape, pondering why he has had such a difficult time finding a woman.
He shakes his head.
He knows there is nothing outwardly wrong with him. He is the archetypical tall, dark, and handsome man that all women say they seek. He has a good job, not great, but it affords him the opportunity to pay his bills and be self-sufficient. He is well mannered, always been a model citizen. He tries his best to be honest, and loyal. He once tried pot in college but never got into drugs. No arrests, no tattoos, no illegitimate children, no major flaws.
Just an all around good guy.
He thinks to himself, "I know I am all this but why can't I seem to keep a woman with me longer than a month?" He thinks about all the women he has been involved with over the last couple of years. He has tried meeting women the normal, socially acceptable way, in bars. He has taken his parents advice and joined a few church and young professional groups. Heck, he even gave online dating a try.
With all the different methods, 63 women involved with, 63 similar results.
The result you may ask... failure... yes, failure... They all seem to start out the same way. She always seems real interested and genuine. They give comments like, "Oh, I cannot believe you are still single" and "You are such a wonderful guy and so on".
It never seems to last though.
One way or another, she will get sick and tired of the "dramaless world" and start seeking to go elsewhere. Enter week three... It usually goes something like this... My ex so-or-so just called me and wants to see his cat he gave me, I don't really want to see him, but I think I owe him... What should I do?
a) not saying a word throwing a hissy fit and calling her every expletive in the book
b) saying you deal with it
c) telling her by no means that she is allowed to see him
d) just hanging up and walking away...
Of course, we never seem to be able to select d. Usually by this time, the woman in question has been working on you for sometime to open up emotionally. She has been talking about doing things with you in the future, visiting romantic spots, sending you gifts and I love you cards... All in a effort to try to bait you into believing this thing is real... The moment you believe it is real is the moment she decides to dump you in the trash.
It's all downhill from there.
This is when the real drama begins. Sometimes you are lucky and she will just disappear. Or other times, if you are not emotionally attached to the woman, you can just walk away. But more often than not, that is never the case.
This is when the nightmares begin.
She is no longer available to answer your calls. She starts making up excuses for not being around, and or, starts spending more time partying with her girlfriends. She starts giving you excuses, like, "I'm not ready for a relationship" and so on... The lies pile up... You feel emotionally raped and it ends... Almost as fast as it begins... She is gone... Never to be heard from again. Sometimes you write them... and they tell their girlfriends, "Oh, chuck just emailed me... I haven't talked to him in two years... he's a stalker... *laughs* Of course, they never tell their girlfriends about the ways they seduced your heart into believing the big lie, only to yank it out and crush it. But most of the time you just let it go, not wanting to deal with it anymore.
Inside, the bitterness just swells like a balloon until a time when it just snaps and DEATH... OF THE POST-MODERN GUY...
You just don't care anymore. There is a time shortly after the death is like a radioactive winter. It's a time when he just doesn't care about dating or looking for woman. He spends his mornings at the local YMCA running an endless loop around the track.
He thinks about what is important... friends... male friends...
Something that he has none of... He has been told not to make friends with males by society. When he tries to be friendly with a brainwashed male, they think he has some ulterior motive, or he is gay... Of course he's not! He's been one of them. A brainwashed guy who thought he knew the deal. He relents and persists... Confidence grows and meets other men who have also been through the wars of dating. They’re a motley bunch, with bloody bandages and scars.
They have come to a point in their lives when they feel that they don't need to be defined by who and how many they sleep with.
The next time he goes out with his buddies he ignores the drunken advance of an unscrupulous chick and looks away from the two attention whores dancing on the stage. When a fat chick tries to get him to dance, he tells her, "I'm sorry, but I don't dance... Why don't you dance with that clown in the hockey jersey"
He smiles as she walks away rejected, knowing well that he has been that guy at one point or another.
Back to the guy sitting on his fire escape an idle Sunday somewhere in America. He has an epiphany... He realizes that he is not alone... There many guys like him sitting thinking about the same thing. He stands up and says... This ain't worth the bother... There more important things to worry about in life than modern day women.
You can thank feminism and misandry in the media for this ladies.
Dudes... Time to go your own way!
Ripped blatantly from laxmaster on the Forbes forums.