Sorry for the harsh judgements to come, but I'm really laying it all bare here through my own experiences so you can pick me apart. Just for perspectives sake, I'm a 25 year old 6'6 Irish film director and editor on decent money but not rich.

I'm not a supporter of everything shared or talked about in this community. I respect your abilities to cut through bs and see the world in harsh terms though - that can be useful.

I've been lurking around here picking up nuggets of knowledge for 4 years. I have passed through the 'realisation' stages so to speak and came out the other end changed..I understand attraction very well now and can honestly chat up any woman without fear mostly due to experience.

But in real world application I ultimately think taking a hard line belief in red pill theory and practice leads to insufferable narcissistic, insecure and egotistical behaviour. I certainly don't condone derogatory talk about women such as 'bitches' etc. I think men who talk like that have been hurt in the past. There is no need.

I believe it will only get you so far along in life and relationships until you look at yourself one day and realise you're now a heartless asshole and alone. I doubt many of you will feel so strongly about TRP on your death beds. I think as men a lot of us will still want to have loved ones to continue our legacy and be with us in the end.

In that sense I still hold a lot of traditional values. I grew up in a fairly rural town in Northern Ireland and had my eyes opened once when I moved to NE England for university, then again when I moved to London 2 years ago.

During uni I had 2 long term beautiful, tall, kind hearted girlfriends who I eventually took for granted while operating under the influence of abundance mentality. Even though one of them was a real catch; an award winning psychologist and lingerie model.. Eventually I ended both relationships after they progressed into long distance twice. I'm very impatient and 'in the moment' i.e. stupid.

I don't know if it was the sudden shock of the number of women in London or the variety of nationalities..but I lost myself in binges of sex and drink etc etc. It was the summer, I'd just graduated and I was hyped on being in a megacity.

It soon lost it's glow.

2 years, a filmmaking job, many trips around Europe later...and I now fill my days feeling utterly lost and betrayed by my own ambition. I really moved here for the work and the fact that all my friends from uni had moved here. I have a terrible habit of following my career dreams and disregarding love interests with the blind hope that 'another will come along'.

I've had countless one night stands, short term girlfriends, casual fwb with young, old, short, tall, CEOs, barmaids and from all over the world. And you know what? None of it fulfills me. None of it makes me feel like a 'good man' or accomplished. They make for great stories for other guys but really I couldn't care less anymore. I'm usually filling time and loneliness with another girl which tends to not materialise into a proper relationship.

To summarise the women in London, it honestly feels like the quality is lower in many regards. This may be a demographic, cultural incompatibility on my part but after dating and observing..I see these high SMV men walking around with spoilt, unattractive, boring, talentless women. It boggles my mind. I wonder is it because there is 8 million+ people here (more than Ireland or Scotland) all crammed into 1 city, so demand is very high - meaning the top 1% are rarely seen? Or am I in the wrong circles? I work in the hipster part in East London (shoreditch) which aren't my kind of people but my job is good.

I've become so uninterested in most women here in London that I actually feel more excited talking to girls I've met via Instagram but who live in Europe..usually a logistical nightmare for meeting up but I've had really good dates doing this believe it or not.

This is probably another big problem for me; I have set my standard so high now..I only go for tall blonde girls cos they are the only ones that get my heart racing. Generally I am numbed to potential hookups or fwb stuff cos I've done enough of it. It feels pointless and aimless now.

I feel landlocked by my work for now. My last film did well, so maybe things will change with time, but I'm so fed up and frustrated. I've looked at ways of making myself financial, time and location independent so I can move elsewhere where people are nicer or the competition is lower. Still working on that.

I feel like this is part confessional and part a cry for help and guidance. I'm terrified of becoming another jaded Londoner going into their 30s alone and superficial. Any perspective the old timers can give me would be appreciated. I had to get this off my chest. Thanks for reading and I expect your downvotes.