I would add:
No more mr nice guy, and
The rational male: preventative medicine
I’m a 59-year-old lifelong bachelor.
Long before anyone coined the terms “Red Pill” or “Men Going Their Own Way,” that was how I was living.
By my early 30s, I had already seen more than enough seemingly decent guys get dragged into family court, robbed of half their assets, and alienated from their children.
Being a rational man, I asked myself: “Would I risk the fruits of my life’s work on an investment that was 50 percent guaranteed to fail?”
So, here I am, alone — with about 5,000 books to keep me company. I may be alone, but I never get lonely.
Freedom comes at a price. Pay it willingly.
The RED PILL documentary also worth a look.
Screw that. I’m a nice person, and want to be nice to my SO. This means living, basically, alone.
I can’t just treat someone like a sperm recepticle and demand she fold down the sheets for me before I step into my bedroom.
I want a sane, funny, reasonable human being lying next to me. Not someone I have to manipulate.
As such, f*ck’em. I’m good living alone.