I feel sorry for young guys today trying to date these toxic females. Yeah on one hand they jump into bed very easily but on the other hand so many of them are poisoned.
It’s not just the young ones.
I met a few older women since 2015 who had embraced this new sense of “freedom” from the trails being blazed by the young woke crazy bitches.
I guess it made them feel young and vibrant and empowered, or some shit like that.
I learned a lasting lesson on the power of the news media, social media, and the constant barrage of political division in 2016.
And just how fucking stupid it makes people…
On a first date with a woman my age (early 50s) and my initial impression was that she was intelligent, self-sufficient, and very good looking.
After about five minutes of small talk, before we even ordered any food, she decided to cut to the chase.
Looked me in the eye and asked, “So, you are a Bernie Sanders supporter?”
I was a bit surprised, and smiled, but I guess I didn’t answer quickly enough.
She recoiled in horror, and raised her voice, “You’re a Trump guy. I
knew it!”
In what turned out to be the ultimate insult, I busted out laughing - and that was it.
I started to explain to her that I was a lifelong political animal, and I was watching that presidential race with great interest - and some morbid curiosity.
And frankly, I couldn’t get behind either fucking one of them.
Well, it turns out she had been politically apathetic her entire life until she decided to Feel The Bern.
And now she was a true believer!
I thought I was being set up.
Videoed for YouTube, or something like that.
I didn’t say a word, and sat there smiling as she pushed her chair back and threw her a napkin on the table.
She stood up and loudly declared how she would not associate with anyone who did not agree with her politics.
“Life is too short to waste my time on stupid people.” she told me.
I’ve been called a lot of things, especially by women, but stupid is usually not one of them.
I watched her leave the restaurant, get in her car, and drive away.
Oh, well.
All that cost me was a glass of iced tea and 30 minutes out of my evening.
Scratched that crazy bitch out of my little black book.
What I thought was an isolated incident has turned out to be the norm since then.
And the normal women I have encountered since then are bewildered.
They don’t know how they are supposed to act.
And don’t even get me started on women I dated only long enough to find out they were on psychoactive meds.
For anxiety, depression, insomnia…
I won’t argue the benefits or hazards of these meds here.
I will simply state that I have no room for them in my world.
Hard pass.