TL;DR The soft power of Western progressivism is far more widespread than you think. Asian women have become adept at merging Western sexuality with the facade of Asian conservatism to get the best of both worlds.

 

I’m 30 years old and have never been married. I have no kids. I am single and go out on dates, but I've not had a girlfriend in years. My net worth is growing, and so is my investment portfolio, and I will definitely retire a millionaire.

 

I’m exactly the kind of “independent man” women claim they want. I drive a nice car that's fully paid off and live in a nice apartment, besides holding a couple others in my portfolio. I'm quite fit, but not ripped, but have great stamina.

 

I was raised in a Christian household. We always went to church. I went to university and started my business after graduating, which grew 50% per annum for the first years of business.

 

Although my parents are divorced, I've always been surrounded by couples. And it hurts me to the core to be 30 and unmarried and having never had a great girlfriend that tags along with you to events, parties, or just a night out with other couples. I've felt pain from it for a very long time. The physical pain is like sharp dagger plunged into under my sternum -- I believe it's the feeling of anxiety. The emotional pain is substantially worse but the sting of rejection has become familiar.

 

I spent my late teens and all of my 20s preparing myself for lifelong marriage, including, but not limited to, building a sustainable business, maintaining my fitness and health, building up my intelligence, skills, and knowledge, gaining wisdom, and taking care of my birth family.

 

So, yes, I was hoping to meet marry and settle down. What was I met with instead? Hordes of young college-aged women who were NOT interested in marriage. They were interested in: 1) career, 2) fun, and/or 3) having sex. I was never adept at socialising in this element. What do I mean by “this element” ? College: Promiscuity, serial monogamy, drama, and parties. I was an observer but NEVER a direct participant because even though I tried to gravitate towards this lifestyle, it was not satisfying. This eventually caused me to stick out as a third wheel observer. Someone who was always “not mixing” or “aloof”. As a result, I never enjoyed the benefits. I did not date. I was used by women as a person to tell their problems to; I was their emotional tampon, this great guy who "understood". I was used to satiate her emotional side whilst her physical needs were satiated by another. I was passed over. I was seen as boring. I was ignored in the hallways, library, classes, by these women. And it didn’t help I was cash strapped broke working freelance gigs that barely covered petrol for my clunker of a car.

 

The vast majority of these young hot girls vigorously pursued sex and relationships like you would not believe. They had lots of sex, albeit under the guise of monogamy. Asian girls are professionals at maintaining a good girl image. What do they do? They become serial monogamists. They will have a boyfriend, who they have copious amounts of sex with. So they get to save themselves from the shame of being seen as a slut who sleeps around, but still get the same amount of sex they would otherwise be having. After they are done with that relationship, the bounce off to the next bed and dick. The vast majority of these cases happen when these girls go overseas to pursue their degrees (which is a very common thing among the middle, upper-middle, and upper class of my society). In fact, many will ride the carousel and explore all the depraved sex you can think of when they're there--threesomes, anal, drug-fuelled fucking, you name it.

 

One of the things of having seen a sex scene in movies or TV (even knowing that it was staged/faked) is that the young me understood what these girls were doing. At that age it was eye-opening to be able to visualise what (these supposedly reserved and chaste Asian) women go through in order to have sex. Bare themselves, naked, for the first time, in front of man. Not only let them touch them in private places, but let them go inside them. Again. And again. And again. Until he ejaculated in or on her. Again, and again. Moaning in pleasure. Letting him have his way with her. Validating him with the sexual access which women control so tightly. Giving him her innocence, and the best of her emotional intimacy. That emotional intimacy which is so freshly excited about relationships, life, and love. Giving without reservations. Giving generously.

 

You see, as much we would like to believe that LTRs are something binding and lasting, they're neither; they're just convenient substitutes for marriage. Today people take LTR to be "marriage lite" but in reality LTRs pose no obligations on anyone. Sure, couples can voice their commitment to one another, but it is not binding. It is merely a guise for men and women to have all the benefits of a marriage with none of the drawbacks: the girl gets commitment from a valuable man whom she can absorb resources, affection, attention, and sex from; men get all the sex they want without have to sign a marriage contract or bear the shame of sleeping around.

 

My high school crush, who was also one of my longest crushes, was the sweetest, most innocent thing. After she moved abroad, she rode the carousel. For some strange reason, she thought it appropriate to voice her exploits to me one time. Needless to say, I was destroyed. After her, girls that had a mutual interest with me "had a past" and all this before hitting The Wall. They gave the best of their physical intimacy and emotional intimacy to someone who gave them no permanent commitment. As the years passed the same thing happened again and again in various ways with all kinds of unrelated girls.

 

Undoubtedly, I was called “husband material” by several of these girls. Some even had the gall to say things like, "Wow, I never knew men like you existed." This phrase continued to plague me into my late 20s. These labels are, for all intents and purposes, useless. They are platitudes which mean "you'd make a good provider after I've had my fill of fun". Aren't I lucky?

 

Now at 30 and gaining success these women are attracted to me. In my mind these are the same women who rejected me and would not have dated me in their 20s. So, I’m not interested. The Bible says "rejoice in the wife of your youth" in Proverbs 5:18. How am I supposed to rejoice in something I never had? I have no history with these women. Ticking ovaries will do anything to be satiated. They will lie and say anything to get what they want. Which is, BABIES AND A LOVING HUSBAND TO PAY THEIR BILLS. Yet these women did not even give a few good years of their youth!

 

As a man I am very visual. God made me this way. I cannot help finding a physically beautiful woman attractive. Why did these women not at least give me a few years of their youth so I would have time to fall in love with them and permanently burn their image in my mind’s eye? I need something to remember when we have been married for 50 years. Yet she spent her 20s parceling herself out to guys (and I have had girls verbally tell me this very fact, that they knew they were parceling themselves out, after the fact) who gave her nothing and now offers her baggaged and broken self to the guy who gives her everything. Am I expected to commit hard earned resources to raising children with what is ultimately a suspect woman whose history I have to believe is the whole truth? A 30+ unmarried women has very high chance of having a questionable past and baggage. I believe the more men a woman has been with the less likely she is to be emotionally committed with each subsequent one. When you have handed out little pieces of your heart over years to dozens of different men what is left for the husband you proclaim to truly love? What value do the words “I love you” mean when she has stared into the eyes of many different men and said the same thing?

 

At 30+ a woman’s physical appearance has nowhere to go but DOWN. Is this what women mean by “saving the best for last”? Marrying at 30+? This is her best? If this is her best then I don't want it.

 

How can women spend trillions of dollars a year on beauty products yet at the same time claim a women’s age “shouldn’t be important” to a man? And what about children? Did they ever think their husbands might want to have children? What’s more likely to naturally produce a quicker pregnancy and healthy offspring? A fertile 24 year old in her physical prime or a 35 year old aging womb? What if I want multiple children? At 30+ a women can easily become before infertile after her first pregnancy. Worse, the older she gets the more demanding she gets.

 

Even the "good women" I've met are lazy, overweight, and have no desire to treat me like a king, whilst expecting to be treated like a queen. In fact, she has more in common with the tavern slut than with a princess who's dedicated years of her life to looking and behaving regally and feminine.

 

I will not settle for a plain Jane or fatty at church. Church women? There are very few attractive women there. Even fewer who are single. Christian girls know the competition in church is pretty weak, and neither desire nor are enthusiastic to flaunt feminine qualities or mold themselves into the submissive, beautiful wives we want. To cap things off, parents in church control whom their daughters are allowed to date, based on financial status.

 

As a result of everything I’ve seen and experienced in my life I would like to make an announcement to all the desperate 30+ year old women out there: I would rather suffocate and die then spend my hard earned income, love, trust, and substance on you. You are entitled, ageing, jaded, baggage-laden and brainwashed. And if I cannot marry a woman who wants to give me her all, then I refuse to ever get married. I intend to get married once. Marriage is meant to be forever.

 

I do not doubt that these women will still be able to leverage the (fading) good looks of their early 30s to snag a man, but it won't be me.