Humble is just suffering from the ' Best Country In The World Syndrome '. It exists in every single country and pretty much everyone I know manifests it at some point. My group is a mix of Canadians and Americans and we tend to get into it once in awhile over who's got the better country. Usually we blast the Americans for their **** healthcare system and they remind us that they make more money in the US... both of us agree that we are better off than China in those regards but all of us agree that the women at home are by and large, sh1t. Now I've met fellas from the military, southern states, mid west and all over the east coast, but pretty much everyone agrees its a pain in the ass to date at home, like walking on egg shells. The Chinese, however, tell us that, this country (China) is infact the best place in the world.. The Mexicans would tell me the same, as would the Brazilians and the Japs and especially the Koreans, why would anyone want to leave their country, is pretty much what everyone who has never left the safety and security of their bubble. The biggest advantage to leaving is that you bring alot of culture, skills and knowledge that are in demand in another part of the world, so much so as to get you a job or a woman that you are usually not qualified to have just because you are 'foreign'.
Now dating someone in Canada, in China town, was something that hadn't really occurred to me. The only problem with doing that is you are running into 3rd world princesses, as the poor RARELY if EVER get the opportunity to travel outside their country.
My job is to teach in foreign countries and I've been all over Mexico, Brazil, China, Korea, Japan and a even a little bit of Peru. I've been doing this since I was in my mid twenties and I didn't start it to get women, it just seemed like an adventure at the time. I have quite a bit of experience to draw from, I have only been home on and off for 3 to 6 months at a shot over the last 10 years. At home, I don't come from a poor family, we are fairly well off, so things for me aren't hard. Yet no matter where I go, it always seems like women at home have this MASSIVE chip on their shoulder should you mention anything not related to a career or university education.
If I ask them can they cook, usually their reaction is one of disgust, like the thought had never occurred to them. Same with kids... most young women at home are concerned about what they are having at Starbucks, who they are fvcking, when they are hitting the club, a party that's happening or passing some dumb exam at school. Funny enough, they act the exact same way the spoiled super rich princesses of the 3rd world act, leading me to believe that the 1st world raises princes and princesses who aren't really capable of existing properly in the world.
Most of the 3rd world princesses I've been with have mirriored their counterparts in the 1st world with things like:
- Can't do own laundry (maid does it),
- Can't make own bed,
- Can't live without a 100 dollar a week/day allowance
- Have problems related to depression,
- Take pills,
- Require a car to get around
- Can't cook but do have degree in useless subject,
- Cannot clean a child's diaper but can talk at length about 'woman's issues' and politics.
Other posters have pointed it out and if its not clear for you by now, I'll state it in plain English, women from America are not being brought up to raise families. They are being brought up to be MEN and by dating them you are making your future quite a bit more difficult. Some guys want to have intelligent and in-depth conversations with women, why is that? Women who were raised to be in supporting roles, never had time to develop or educate themselves, they were too busy gaining skills to help around the house or community. If you want an intelligent conversation you're going to have to hunt down one of the useless foreign women who have spent their entire life coddled behind a desk at school. I personally prefer the conversation of other men and appricate that my wife brings an entirely different skillset to the table, one, which I wasn't raised with.