I'm what you may call a chad. +6 feet tall, good facial structure, athletic build, dress well, good job, funny, centre of attention, etc.

But it wasn't always so.

I'm in my late twenties now. It took many years of disciplined self-improvement and natural male maturing to level up to chad status. In my late teens and early twenties, I was what the girls called "cute". Attractive, but no chad. That's not sufficient for their intimate attentions.

I was perfectly acceptable when I was younger, and obviously had chad-potential. I would have been more than willing then to commit to the first grill who was as attractive as a female as I was as a male who accepted. But they did not. Here we are.

These women want everything now now now for no effort. They don't want to put in the work of identifying a guy with potential and encourage him to be his best self. They don't want to invest and struggle through the rough patches and hard times with him. They don't want to be kind and supportive. (I don't know if they can be?)

Nowadays I get crazy attention from late twenties and early thirties women. The same who passed me over when I was younger. Why should I give them the time of day now?

Where were they when I was broke, suffering, alone and lonely, questioning myself as I built myself through YEARS fucking YEARS of pain? They were out fucking around, often gleefully humiliating any dude that didn't meet their outrageously high standards.

Sorry ladies, you made your cum-soaked bed; now lie in it.

It's not so much that I'm unattracted to +25 year old women. Many of them are still attractive. Rather, I feel exploited and betrayed by their expectation that I "settle down" with them.

They lived a life of privilege, fun, luxury and entitled while I toiled like a fucking rat. And now they expect me to fucking marry them in order to continue slaving away to support their lifestyle? All while enduring constant nagging, undermining and shit tests (see: emotional abuse) and living under the threat of divorce which can, does and has destroyed -- utterly destroyed -- countless good men.

In fact I think that if I were to end up in a relationship with one of these post-wall cunts they would soon begin hating me for not making six figures, or not having a nice enough car, or not having this or that. You know the deal.

I have no desire to help these selfish, toxic monsters. Feel it ladies. Feel the pain, we've experienced our whole lives. I really rather be alone.