Here's some more random bull****.... this is from 2 days ago...
I went to a restaurant bar and they were playing stupid feminist music where the girl was singing about how hot she was. The bartender wasn't hot but probably thought that her SMV was through the roof. Probably has someone she's invested in anyway, maybe even has kids. Am I supposed to sit here and try to make small talk with her just for practice? Small talk is boring, anyway.
The only girls who are worth anything are those that are young, hot, and have no kids. But even they are just as nihilistic and evil as the rest, it's just lying dormant or they are hiding it. They may be ****ing Chad or Tyrone back at their house every day. I wouldn't know.
Meanwhile, I continue to slowly give myself cancer because I've developed an addiction to Black and Milds. I really should quit. By the way, the girls wouldn't care if I died and I'm aware of this.
I will hopefully have wealth to look forward to. I am starting to think that the "men are most attractive at 35" thing is bull****.
To be successful with women (which will probably never happen), I will have to come to terms with the fact that females overestimate their SMV by about 1,000,000 times. If they didn't have vaginas, they would be worthless, and they use this knowledge and run with it, especially post-1970's.
Truthfully, they are mostly boring, stupid, people filled with horrible body odors.
It is stupid that I have to play their game in order to be successful, but I don't see that I have a choice.
What sucks in my personal circumstance is that no matter how far I get, they can always call me a "stalker." My past will always haunt me and they can always use this to devalue me in their heads.
I have a **** implant. Did I ever tell anyone this? Do you know what it is? How can I use this to my advantage? Girls like ****, right? So I can give them good ****.
What do I want from a girl, anyway? Unlimited sex? I think what I really want is a son, or several of them. But I'm starting to think that that will not happen, which makes the rest of my life pointless.