Hey brothers,

Here's a story. Lisa dated my best friend from HS after she left for the big city. She was a student at a large Engineering school, worked full time at a Data Center, and lived in an apartment with a few other Engineering students.

I was trapped in Bumfuck, attending classes at a Southern Baptist college because I suffered from severe anxiety and just didn't have the money to move off. Snake Jr. moved into her apartment, got her involved in a cocaine lifestyle, and both of them ended up back in Bumfuck living in the trailerpark after a while.

I have always been salty about that. But she also married a guy with severe Autism, had his baby, and then planned divorce after catching using Pornography at night when she was gone.

We kept in touch, remaining friends for around 20 years. But I noticed that everytime I spoke to her, nothing I said or did impressed her.

There was an instance where I went full Keto at 27, and didn't masturbate for around 6 months. I took her out to dinner, where she showed up looking depressed/homeless and fat. We ordered the buffet at Country Shithole, and I was willing to pay the full expense of our meal, treating the staff with kindness, politeness, and respect.

She snapped very harshly at the young waitress. Made her feel like shit, claiming nothing about the food or service was good enough. So I left the young woman a simple 10 buck tip, and apologized.

Lisa stole the tip off the table and left the restaurant squeeling tires in her shitty Honda packed to the brim with trash, boxes, and her cat.

Let me be honest about what I truly want in this life. I want a younger woman, around 20-24 who can I treat as both a daughter and a wife. I want kids with someone who'll let me be Daddy, even to her, someone who needs me financially, but also needs my experience to make it easier through life.

If I can't have that, the last thing I want is to repeat the restaurant situation in any shape or fashion. I will never take a fat old bitch out on a date so that she can act better than me and everyone else just because I'm paying for dinner. That one experience has altered the shape of my psychology, since I'm more likely to find a mate who is my own age, but I'm not willing to tolerate the behavior of a fat 30 something bitch. I'm becoming slowly bitter and hateful over the total lack of sex now.