Jenn said:

I have yet to meet a man that intimidates me detached. I grew up in Georgetown, wealth does nothing for me. I’ve met plenty of multi-millionaires that have the personality of a rock. A man that I can have fun and laughs with is what I look for…I’d rather live in a trailer with a man I’m actually happy with than in a mansion with someone boring. Think it’s bullshit all you want but frankly I think it’s pretty sad that some of you really believe that all women want is money.

I thought something felt familiar.

Jenn said:

That’s a shame…I bet women all over the world are really crushed at the loss of you winners as prospects in the dating world. In my opinion you guys are doing a favor to women by spending all day on the internets and not dating. People like you should do your best to just avoid having to make any kind of human contact. I knew a kid like you guys in high school…he smelled like tomato soup and I’m willing to bet he’s still a virgin. Brilliant plan you’ve all come up with here.

Do you really believe what you have just wrote? Are you that asinine?

Chauvinism is not about feeling sorry for yourself – It is about elitism. About elites. About being the best. Men are the best. Women are no-where near our fucking leagues and I use that lightly. I don’t know nor do I care how you choose to read what I have just said. Call me a snob, elitist, ass, blah, whatever, the facts are that men are better than women. Myself? I haven’t met a woman in real life whom I can truly respect.

Damn, I need to work on lengethening my already lengthy Man-Posts if I keep seeing this type of stuff. (Not really, repeating my Man-Rightness like a broken ABBA record and a Dyslexic Parrot only serves to make the slower ones ((women)) get headaches, though Cut&Paste is Man-Tastic)

Remember MEN: Women = Money
Man Wisdom: Money = Women

Men want Sex with a side of Relationship. Women want Relationships with a side of Sex.

Obviously, men are superiour in efficency, and finance through Man-Logic when anything Relationship is involved. I pay for food for my dog, I pay for my women. Economics at the Pinnacle of “Free Trade”.

Humans seek spousal partners for a few simple reasons. To procreate, have intimate[non-sexual definition] companionship, and to increase their viability through partnership amid societal competition. In short form, this basically means we pair off with someone we desire to fuck, converse, and nest with. It would seem that sex is important, mutual compatibility is important, and capacity to maintain for the family a sustainable life in society is important. Sexual attraction certainly governs the first. Similar interests, language ability, and compatible attitudes would govern the second. Complimentary differences to make a greater whole and commitment to hard work should govern the third. This being the case, where does romance fit into the equation?

Well, there really is only one place for romance. Courtship. That being the prelude to establishing either a (no strings) sexual relationship, or combining two social singulars into a spousal couple unit. Romance is the expression of desire through thought and deed, for either short term casual sex or long term involvement. The romance level is increased or decreased depending on which type of relationship, and depth of desire. The intensity factor involved for long term relationships is so exponentially greater I’ll concentrate on that as the “classical” sense and easily recognisable form of “true romance” courtship. Let’s look at what it traditionally (and still relevantly to this day and age) entails.

While there are many forms of expression (such as flowers, gifts, poetry, various deeds and gestures intending to prove commitment, etc. which vary from person to person and couple to couple) it predominately involves a man showering a woman with attention to declare his interest, and a woman declaring her interest by accepting it. Emotional proteins run into overtime production during this period, to such an enormous extent that people frequently describe the sensation as “floating on air” and numerous other well known phrases. Its reason for seeming drug like is the fact that it is a drug affect stimulated by the brains chemical reactor in response to external stimuli rather than the contents of a corner-purchased dime-bag.

Now we get to the interesting part. Since courtship makes a woman feel as though she is a princess and the centre of all creation, why would she want that feeling to stop once the courtship ends? This is exactly why many women complain that their marriage failed because the romance “died” after the honeymoon period (during which the initial stages of sexual attention kept that mood protein factory churning out its product like mini-Columbia). One day she wakes up and realises she hasn’t been showered with poems, or flowers, or gifts outside her birthday, Christmas, anniversary etc. and all that’s left is the hard work of upholding one end of the marital partnership, a man who still wants sex all the time, exhaustion from the days social labours carving into what hours are left for social conversation, and wet towels on the bathroom floor.

Why is this such an issue? Often the man doesn’t even realise there’s anything wrong. He’s working harder than he ever has in life, motivated by the prospect of having a wife and maybe children to give the best possible opportunities to, and expects (whether she works in a job or the home) his wife is content to do her utmost same for the mutual benefit gained and increased viability. Well, the truth is, in a healthy relationship, this isn’t an issue at all. The trouble comes into it when the woman’s desire and yearning for that “romance” of courtship attention turns her off conjoining in sexual intercourse on a regular basis, talking time becomes argument time, and the family unit’s nest becomes metaphorically akin to Poland during WW2 or Berlin thereafter.

Women whom seek “romantic relationships” are basically saying they don’t want commitment unless it involves an ongoing shower of attention and feelings of floating on air. However, thanks to Walt Disney productions that end “happily ever after” the white dress wedding day, most don’t even realise this expectation within themselves.

Is it little wonder then that a common phrase for fallaciously fanciful things is “romancing”?

[Another wall of text brought to by Zardoz.]

Jenn said:
I think it’s pretty sad that some of you really believe that all women want is money.

We believe it because it is a sad truth. Although the average woman’s wish-list in regard to her “ideal man” is indeed more complex than that. It’s actually an abomination of contradictions. The only two things that stand out for not being contradicted by other factors on the wish-list are “wealthy” and “good looking”. In that order of preference.

I’m pretty much every single woman my age’s dream (I’m in my mid 40’s.) I have a nice house, a boat (big one too), many toys, president of a multi-million dollar firm. I’m laid back, fit, have all my hair where it should be and none where it shouldn’t.

I would probably intimidate you in real life.

Fact is, our system is out of control pandering to women’s fickle nature. It is why we have a nanny state and it is a big reason for out of control government.

Women as peers is like the Santa Claus fairytale. Everyone knows it isn’t true but nobody wants to spill the beans and ruin the fun.

Your bitter rantings here only show that you have finally figured out men are cluing in thanks to the internet and your shaming language is comparable to using a bow in a modern battle.

Billy said:

Jenn is another dopey woman trying to act as a psychic..
Women have no clue about anything.

Just say something it don’t matter, we all know you dumb as dirt.

And Billy…you don’t make any fucking sense. I’m impressed with your grammar. That’s all.

Also…is there a reason you say girly-girl in every post? Is it supposed to be condescending? I am a girl and I guess you could say I’m kind of girly…I’m not sure what effect you’re going for there manly man

Just say something it don’t matter, we all know you dumb as dirt.