Wall of text incoming, don't care if anyone reads it, I just need to get some stuff off my chest.

I'm waving the white flag, or should I say red. I tried dating for about 18 months after my divorce, fully believing that the right lady was out there for me. Someone that can be my complimentary half. I'm ready to shut up and take the pill.

I thought dating in my 30s would be better than in my young days. To say I'm wrong, is an understatement. Dating in my 30s was nothing more than cheap prostitution. I give them free meals and entertainment and I get some nookie. All the women I dated had dead end jobs, drowning in debt and had the mentality of a teenager. Of course the last two were hidden for a time, but the truth eventually comes out. I live a minimalist lifestyle, have a house that's paid off and started to get a nice little savings built back up. This doesn't work, I'm not being anyone's financial savior.

Dating sites are a joke to say the least. They were always high matches, but ended up having nothing in common. I was catfish'd 100% of the time as well. Any ladies reading this, there are a ton of guys that like thick girls, me included. However, when you use pictures that are 10 years and two kids ago, knowing we'd find out on the date, it's insanity. Not getting a second date is not us men being pigs, its you for being deceptive before we even met.

I was always upfront that I work 6 days a week, have my kids 50% of the time and that comes first. It wouldn't take long before I'd get nasty texts, that I wasn't spending enough time with them (aka they are not getting enough free meals and entertainment). Although, they were upset about it, none of them broke it off with me (aka free meals and entertainment every once in a while is better than none). I always broke it off with them and then they would try to get a post break meet up (aka maybe I can milk him for one last meal).

Instead of wasting money on dating... I could of taken my kids to Disney, I could of used it to make upgrades to my house, I could of put it in the bank to get me that much closer to my goal of having a plot of timber and a cabin off the grid.

Hand me that damn pill already will ya...

Update: I did not correct the 'could of' on purpose. Let the Grammer police have they're fun (see what I did there?)

Officially swallowed the red pill. Cut all ties with the last one and blocked. I did the semi honorable thing and let her know that we will not be having the post breakup meet. She of course came at me with personal attacks but at least I did the 'noble' thing and did not ghost. Well, now of course, I can't see any of the nasty messages being sent so maybe I am technically ghosting 🤷‍♂️. Either way, she's lucky she got the gratuitous text and not nothing at all.

I'm going to go full monk mode, I don't even want to think about getting a one night stand knocked up and suffering for 18 years. Pornhub and my right hand is all I need.

Going to replace the condom in the wallet with a picture of a lake front cabin. If I lose the way, I'll go grabbing for the condom and grab the picture of what's really important. It's not the used and abused vagina of a thot, it's the view of the lake from my future cabin.

Going to put 💯 of my focus on my two kids and my wants and goals. 🤟✌️