It used to be that getting married was an urgency, because people generally didn’t move around much, and it was a game of snagging a “good enough” mate before there were none left to choose from.
Now, we are a much more mobile society and of course with tools, like online dating there is a “lot of fish in the sea”, so if someone isn’t ‘perfect’, they can always find someone down the road who is, and then one day, they wake up in the 30s and wonder “why are all the good ones taken?”
All the “good ones” these women are looking for are banging every other girl who put out in the clubs.
I use to be a younger man.... I am not proud of my younger man exploits (OK maybe a little for bragging rights which is still horrible). But my goodness when I was in my 30s (even 40s) with cash travelling the world, for my career at the time, women like this were EVERYWHERE. Any city in the world, any club, any bar, these “loud and proud feminists” were like shooting fish in a barrel. That was a good time. I admit, as Jesse Lee Peterson says, I was a “slutmaker.” And I loved it. I was the guy these women were sleeping with, BARELY KNOWING MY NAME, with a few drinks in them because I was a good looking tall guy with money to spend. These women meant nothing to me. And I meant nothing to them. I may have well just used some porn for satisfaction and avoided the STD risk. And now the women complain they can’t find “good men” after being with 100 guys like me? They didn’t WANT good men. They wanted scoundrels like me to treat them like trash. I was happy to oblige.
I am a sinner. I was a horrible person in a fallen state taking advantage of weak women. I can listen to every feminazi podcast screaming at them for being idiots and every Tommy Sotomayor and Kevin Samuels podcast nodding my head wishing to tell these women to avoid guys like me who know exactly how to use them.
I said Adios to my former life many years ago. Since then I remain unmarried, celibate, and my soul has been Redeemed as best as I know how. I am content with my simple lot in life and know I will die alone with no progeny. But I have the comfort knowing I have stopped at least one thread of destroying some poor child’s life because of my selfishness.
I could write books on the borderline GenX dating scene. It’s not pretty.
I should be confessing this in church but I’m not a Catholic so here I am.