so ive been wanting to write this post for a long time now. im not going to put too much effort into it because that seems to be the thing with dating these days. just the general attitude of people toward it is so lackluster it makes me and hollywood and the kids want to cry.
i have this meme saved where it's like:
are you seeing anyone?
you mean hallucinations, or a therapist?
that pretty much sums it up. tis nuts. also, i just watched some youtube videos about how dating is gross these days. one was a girl saying things like:
women are so much more badass these days that they don't need men like they used to.
men don't feel needed by women anymore.
girl are so into themselves and rate themselves so highly nowadays no man fulfills their expectations.
then they went around and asked these women to rate themselves and all the bitches were like i'm a 10. then the dude interviewing them was like no, none of you are 10s.
the girl was like all this slay, gurl and you're perfect the way you are stuff is ruining dating.
one was some cuteish indian/pakistani lookin guy talking about how its hard out here for guys these days. he was saying guys are so nervous and insecure and anxious these days that they can't even fathom askin a girl out. they terrified of rejection and when they can just get on onlyfans in their sweatpants and not pay for girls' drinks that may not even want them, they choose they lazy, "more fulfilling" option.
I am on a different wavelength, obviously, and I meet Jesus (who is straight up THE BEST) out there about every 1.5 months apparently. I just can't keep him because he's got a lot to do and so do I and, honestly, I really do have a cabal problem.
But for the rest of you normies, its lookin real slim. for instance, the other day i was in walmart. there were these fucking ILLUMINATI brand tarot inspired bath bombs, with like the 3 of swords featured. the 3 of swords is like the saddest, worstest card; its literally 3 swords piercing one heart. you want to turn that into bubbles and bathe in that shit? nah bro. like, insane, right? the dark doesn't even hide shit.
so i was like, oh no. so i started just like casually telling the people the were walking by. most of them were like oh, that's nuts! and we chatted for a sec, and they went on their merry way. one of these people was this GEORGOUS younger guy. he was like vaguely Asian, definitely golden, with long black hair and nice skin and beautiful languid eyes and just hot hot hot. he was too young for me probably, but i still look kinda young, so it's not like he knew that. anyway im like yo bro, look at this shit. he looks and responds and makes eye contact. maybe he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, maybe he's not into crazy fat chicks who were once beauty queens, maybe he was blind, idk. but he wasn't trying to talk, for sure. im pretty sure he was just walking around walmart, tho. cuz i think id seen him earlier just cruisin. anyway, i let him go eventually cuz he didn't care and i cared that he didn't care.
when i go to check out, hes at the thing next to me. i was like oh hey guy. he was like i acknowledge you but im not goin to say anything. i was like ok, watcha buyin? i look. it was a small box. i look closer. im like oh that looks like condoms and laugh. I look closer. turns out it IS condoms. i look CLOSER. its fucking magnum condoms.
like, omg. not only are you hot but youre hung??? let's talk, right now. like why isn't your giant dick inside me right now, right? anyway, this all happens and he finishes paying and he just like slouches off and throws duces at me super casually to say goodbye.
now, i actually do think this person had a girlfriend or whatever because he was buying prophylactics, but what if he didn't? what if he is just another victim of the social-media-stole-my-social-skills (and personality) syndrome? what if he just didn't know how to talk to me? what if, inside, he was like omg a girl is talking to me???
i mean, i doubt it, because he was sooooo hot, but he was wearing all black with like some skull shit shirt. maybe he was all insecure and dark and twisty. who knows? all i know is that in the 40s or 50s or even 60s if a chick had reached out and talked to a man, he would be so overcome with gratitude that he didn't have to initiate contact, he'd probably ask her to marry him on the spot.
even that whole "i SEE her" thing that happens in The Notebook or Braveheart or even Bad Neighbors (how did yall meet? he saw me) doesn't exist anymore. even if a guy does notice you, across the room or whatever, he's not going to come up to you and talk. and if he does, which he wont, hes not going to ask for your number. and if he does, but hes not, then he may not even text, and definitely won't call. and if he does (he wont) he may not even ask you out properly, hell just text you when hes bored and ask for nudes. but if you do go out (you wont) hes probably not going to marry you, because he knows hell just have to divorce you, and youll get half his money while you're bangin the pool guy and he probably thinks youre doing that even while youre banging him, so yeah, he's not going to marry you; and if he does [he wont] hes going to divorce you, or lick some other chicks pussy but not yours, or talk to his mom/sister/ex too much, or be way too into his video games. so yeah, good luck ladies. :(
i would like to point out, tho, that all the dumb bitches who got married in their twenties are gettin divorced now and are single moms with kids with terrible allergies or heart problems or lung issues. ha
