Whatever happened to the good old days when you met people in a nightclub?
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฃ?
Best I can give you is social media, and the rise of things like dating apps. You can now shop for a potential partner on dating apps like you’re browsing on amazon. For some it’s that easy, for many it’s like seeing the words “Out of Stock” on many items.
Dating apps are toxic as hell, I know this from personal experience. For a lot of men they’re a waste of money, but cheaper than going out to bars or clubs. For a couple of hundred dollars for a subscription you can eventually offset the cost going to bars and clubs, and at the same time experience 10x the rejection. When you’ve been, neglected, ghosted, or seem to match with crazies, morbidly obese, escorts, girls pimping their Onlyfans, women past their mid 30’s deluded enough to think they’ll start a family near 40, and a few trannies; you realize it’s just time to walk away and work on yourself for a bit. I’ve been less stressed since I walked away.
I also have a lady friend who uses apps like Tinder as well, she’s a story for another time, but I wouldn’t let my manhood get within ten miles of that woman.
The long/short, modern dating is kind of trash; if you’re lonely or not happy in life, work on your own happiness first, you’ll be better off in the long run. If you find someone after all that, it was probably meant to be.
True story.
Daddy told me to look for a church going woman. So I did. What a completely insane disaster that turned out to be. That woman ruined my life.
Later on women would ask “Who ruined you?”
My sister told me that “You weren’t the only one.”
I believe I was blessed. Blessed that I never got a dilibating STD from that stupid idea.
Or maybe school, or the grocery store, or just out and about? Strange times when someone one has been โdatingโ for a week is considered a โboyfriendโโฆ