if it is a FACT that those women are out there by the hoards, then you cant really call it BS or reason to distrust anybody. Whether or not YOU like them or not is a different story..... But facts are facts. therefore whatever you're smelling might be a personal problem. :cheeky:
Anyway....where is this magical land where the women dont want to be comfortable and have nice things and will settle for tacano commitment-phobes? if thats what puts women out of the running, you will be left with only a handful of choices....if any at all.
*patiently waiting on the gps coordinates of utopia*
Utopia is in my backyard, thank you. I get to walk around butt naked with a polka dotted inflatable dog and a velcro cowboy hat. I got a pet unicorn who eats Cheez Doodles AND speaks pig latin.
Now, I DIDNT say that those women they didnt exist. I said dont trust any womans opinion of how attractive another woman may be. We have all heard "She s got a great personality, havent we??????" And then we get there and the woman looks like she was struck by lightning...repeatedly...for 3 hours. Its the same with underwear, trust me. If it gets to the point where you re showing the man the thong you got on, that is the LAST thing on his mind and the FIRST thing on the floor.
And why do I feel that somehow you re rationalizing pilfering? I didnt say a person shouldnt have nice things. I said dont expect there to be consistency in a relationship that is based on one persons ability to provide things and the other persons ability to provide companionship. Thats a lopsided equation. In the end the convenience of receiving goods(from the wealthier party) outweigh the companionship(which I m assuming is a mutually shared endeavor, right?). You follow me? Both people agree to share the emotional jazz and relationship parameters, dating, exclusivity, so on and so forth. But at a cost...you must maintain me(is the expectation of the female for the male) and I will give you love. Thats not particularly egalitarian nor equitable is it? Its like I have to bribe you for your affection. Literally, to sweeten the deal. There is another analogy, where I could compare dating to fishing. A guy with means could drop his line anywhere and attract whatever barricuda or halibut he thought kindly of...and throw back the mackerels who he got tired of. Yea yea yea yea I think too much.
Commitment-phobe is that what you called me? Excuse moi, I thought I was a taster of the juiciest nectar. Like a bumble bee, buzz buzz...