Saturday (after a full day of work) I got flaked. Yesterday my backup flaked. Now granted, the first was a Millennial, the second a Gen-Zer. Back to the drawing board. It's not ME. I'm a fine dude, trust me. Back to workin out today, reading books, eating well, makin serious chunks of change, being over 6' (at 6'2"), dark blond hair (cause of grey-reducing)/stache, 181 lb very low body fat (V-shaped) good cardio. I've got the total package but car/house. I drive my vehicles into the ground and they're still goin after 20 years - two sh!tty trucks because I can't find parts for em - aesthetic not functional. A 3 bed 2 bath house, no garage (thus no new vehicle again cause it'd just get hailed on) - I love it, but I know most women (today) would prefer a bells n' whistles ornate creme de la creme chocolate or Starbucks coming out of water fountains 5 acre estate or more. Uh, as a far as the world's concerned I'm rich as Fvck. I've got Everything I need, thus my only interest lay in buying/reading books. The more sh!t you have, the more you are weighted DOWN, the more sh!t you either neglect or keep up (which equals TIME outta your day and Time is more valuable than anything). It'd be nice to have a boat which I could easily have or whatever big piece to give you an excuse to go party on a lake or something, but really only suckers buy such things.
IRL is the way to go of course, but maybe just maybe there's an OLDie who can be normal and see through all the bunk. So much rat-trash-wratchet hoes.