45% of All Men Aged 18-25 Have Never Approached a Woman in Person for a Date
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Well of course. That's only obvious.
45% of men aged 18-25 had never approached a woman in person in person for a date.
29% of all men said they never approached a woman in person for a date before.
27% of all men said it had been more than one year since they approached a woman for a date.
Poster: Idk how legit his study is, but considering that other bigger studies showed the same age group of men being chronically single it seems not that far fetched. Reading this sub or r/TwoXChromosomes some women would make you think the average woman today is being harassed whenever she leaves her apartment.
But the reality is we're increasingly living in atomized times, men are more timid and especially more risk-averse than ever to the extent they're not even trying to "bother" women with approaches out of fear of coming off as intrusive.
Yep, exactly. As usual, women have absolutely no Goddamned idea whatsoever about what the fuck is really going on. That's no surprise to me. But that their unreason, which could be pleasant or terrible, has taken this decidedly negative turn is discouraging.
I'm not upset at women for being irrational. Why should I be? Should I be mad at my dog for barking? Should I get mad at my car for meowing or attacking me when it's had enough of my petting? Not really. Fish swim, birds fly, and women are illogical. I love cats, dogs, and women, in approximately that order.
But I definitely love women. Then I had many fantastic experiences with women, more than most men will in 20 lifetimes. Of course I had 20 lifetimes worth of nightmares from them too, but that's par for the course. Just as being a player is in part a numbers game, in a similar fashion, let's just say that the road to Pussy Heaven lies straight through Cunt Hell. We pay for our pleasures with the wages earned from our misery. If you want the joy, you have to get ready for the pain that rides astride it.
Let's get back to the subject at hand. I've never seen women so terrified in my life. Every year, it seems to get even worse. I'm not one of these poor schmucks who never approaches a woman. I do quite a bit based on the survey above, mostly online via actual, extended, pleasant conversations and in part on dating sites under similar circumstances. I also approach women in Meatspace once in a blue moon. Last couples of times they very politely said no, but I was damn proud myself for trying.
Typically if I try to say something unbidden to a woman, I get this reaction of sheer terror and often hatred. Obviously this makes no sense at all, but reason is of no importance to a woman, and in fact, it's antithetical to their nature. What matters to a woman is her emotions, her feels, and therein lies the truth, or so women think, except they're wrong.
The lot of women is one of Emotional Logic. It's not really illogic or unreason itself. I figured that out just recently. It's more the case that in a woman, logical conclusions are arrived at via a process of interrogation of feelings. It's sort of like a process of "empirical emotionalism."
I agree that women use logical process to analyze their emotions and typically analyze them correctly. But then everyone has a logical system. Even crazy people have a logical system. Their system is a crazy one to be sure, but it still follows logically in a lot of cases. One thing follows from another. There's often a rhyme and reason to madness.
What is The Truth to a woman? The Truth is "whatever I happen to be feeling at the moment." That this is completely contradictory to what she said earlier, even ten minutes ago, is of no great matter. This is why women are so contradictory, a state we frontal-lobe dominant men describe as "crazy." You can be a lot of things when you are a man, but you're not supposed to be contradictory. You can change your mind anytime of course, but make up your mind, dammit. Right, wrong, or indifferent, make a damned decision or get out of the damned way!
In a creature as confoundingly complex as a woman, of course, contradiction is a way of life and a logical one too because one thing logically follows from another. If The Truth is whatever she happened to be feeling at the moment she said it, then of course one day's Truth could be another day's Falsehood and that follow in a completely logical way. She changed her mind. Or she didn't. Or both. Or neither. Don't ask her to think about it. She'll get pissy.
Women don't mind being asked to think. They do quite a bit of it, believe it or not, even if they don't appear to. But you're asking her to think "too much," and Denial is the primary ever-present defense of the female. Figure in Strategic Forgetting here, where the women "forgets" things about herself that she doesn't want to remember, usually because she did something in the past that is completely contrary to her values now.
On dating sites, you mostly run into scammers, or at least I do. I'm getting pretty good at weeding them out, but it's awfully depressing seeing one match after the other come across as fake.
Now and again I do meet one who wants to talk to me. I was talking to a curious 18 year old girl who lives a heartbeat away who was fascinated and impressed by my curriculum vitae in my profile, in particular that I was a published author. Within half an hour, I asked her to meet me for coffee. She vanished.
I probably would have needed divine intervention to get a date, but the He's been known to appear lazily in my life now and then once in an ultra-blue moon in between the bong hits and cat videos he's watching when he gets pangs of guilt for not intervening in our idiotic lives often enough and decides to take pity on one of us schmucks.
As usual, I blew it with her, but I've been blowing it with girls and women my whole damn life. I've also dated ~200 of them. Like I said, a numbers game.
In this case I'm certain that I escalated too fast, after only half an hour. Women are pretty damned horny when they want to be, which is more often than we men think, but for some reason, they often like to take it slow, whereas we men are straight to the punch because we're impatient, and our sex drive has an insistent aspect to it, like an itch you can't scratch, that women's usually but not always lacks.
They want to go slow. We want to go fast. It's the age-old conundrum and it's the cause of a googol of female rejections of men, but I wonder how many guys have figured this out. Roosh talked about it and he'd know if anyone did.
I blew it with another one lately too, a 27 year old woman who "wanted to try something different," meaning an older man this time. She wanted me too, as she was propositioning me within a half strike of the hour. I made the mistake of telling her about a crazy woman I met online who was too perverted for me, and I hoped she wasn't like that.
She didn't care about the remark and assured me she wasn't too twisted or even twisted at all, but she wanted to know how this woman was fucked up. I won't tell you now but maybe I will later.
This was one sick bitch.
I actually turned her down though she was a smoking hot 30 year old. I told her she was too kinky for me, sorry, better luck elsewhere, as I'm sure there are plenty of men out there who are your equal in perversion. She sent me a couple of very fucked up videos of her doing some extremely perverted and messed up things, which I won't elaborate on.
I told the other woman about one of the videos, to which she only said, "Gross," and indeed it was.
Then I made the mistake of telling her about the other one. She went away. This video was so sexually malign, and she was so offended and grossed out that just she just up and took off. Maybe she just ate. I have no idea. But I filed that in a Library of Congress-size shelf in my brain called, "How to Fuck Up with Women." I'll probably forget and do it again, but at least I'll quit for a while.
Now back to the subject at hand. I've never seen women so terrified of psychos and raping murderers. Of course I'm neither, or at least I hope not, or at least I have no history of doing such things in my past and I pray I don't in the future. But none of us can predict the future, a truth which almost none of us soothsaying humans can bear to believe because it implies a lack of pure agency in our lives.
Of course we lack pure agency or at least our agency changes radically (which is why you can't predict the future), and we are subject to the whimsical and fickle winds of fate at the same time. It's a wind that blows both ways, sometimes in gusts.
All the agency in the world won't stop you from being tossed by a Cat 5 hurricane wind of fate. But we don't want to hear that because we need to feel we are in control of our destinies when obviously we are not. Instead we are tossed here and there like a bouy on the waves, and our own sense of agency, morals, desires - the whole kabootey - can and indeed does in some change fast as the weather.
See, I am technically elderly. Don't tell that to my brain, which is still convinced against all evidence that I am actually 23 years old and have been for the last 42 years. Oh well. No one ever said you have to live in reality, and a lot of the time it's downright stupid and you're better off living the pleasant lie of an illusion. Not that it matters in the end because nothing does.
But "facing reality," like "honesty," is definitely overrated, especially among we hard-charging males who dream we take our destiny to heed like a horse's reigns. Anyway, we are all dreamers, somnambulists, bad actors, and liars, even those of us who insist we aren't. Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. It's an essential ingredient of human life, necessary because at least it keeps us sane and non-suicidal.
Now, onto approaching women. At my age, I am the least dangerous category of man for a woman to be around. When I was young and handsome, I was vastly more dangerous statistically than I am now. Yet then they flocked to me like sheep to a guard dog and now they recoil in terror as if I am a vampire.
Which of course makes no sense at all. Exactly how many women realize that those hot young men are by far the most dangerous, and that we men grow markedly less dangerous with every decade to where by the middle age, we're much less dangerous than a young man, and by the 50's and 60's, our danger level is collapsing?
There are many reasons for the least, not the least of which is declining testosterone, which, in addition to its many benefits, has the drawback of making all of us men "natural-born killers."
There are two types of men.
There are men who kill and many are actually quite normal in an evolutionary sense.
And then there are those who haven't killed yet and those who are merely restraining their homicidality, in both cases often for a lifetime. In other words, there are two types of us men:
Men who have killed.
Men are restraining their desire to kill, and hence have not killed yet and may never do so.
Ok, so how many women have figured out that the older a man gets, his danger level drops precipituously?
0.00000000000%.
That's how many.
Because emotional logic wins the race here. The young man is handsome, therefore the fear reaction is hijacked and he's rendered harmless. The unattractive and aging men is unattractive, therefore he's also very dangerous. In the mind of a woman, handsome = harmless and ugly = dangerous. Old means ugly, so old = dangerous too.
It's seems nuts but as you can see it follows from a perfectly logical, though crazy, pattern.
There may be other reasons ugly men are dangerous that we are not taking into account here. If she gets with one, she produces an ugly offspring which is disadvantaged and may be less likely to survive, which means she wasted her life potential and destiny on an ugly or older man.
Older men's sperm has more abnormalities and is associated with a number of bad outcomes in offspring such as schizophrenia and autism. So fucking aging men, like fucking ugly men, is downright dangerous for her offspring and hence her life's destiny and purpose. She gets with one of these guys and she may well be wasting not just her time but her life in at least a spiritual and holistic sense.
I see where these men are coming from as #Metoo has turned all flirting into potential harassment, all competent dating properly into possible sexual assault, and all sex into possible rape. How can we as men tell if it's going to be taken by the woman as the harmless former and not the deadly latter in each case? We don't. It all depends on the woman and her feels. In other words, it's all up to her and there's nothing we can do about it.
If she "feels" sexually harassed, even if all you did was look at her, then it's de facto sexual harassment. If she "feels" you sexually assaulted her when all you did was try to hold her hand on a date like any non-autist does, it's sexual assault.
If she "feels" like the sex was rapey or rape, then it's rape, period, even if it happened 20 years ago and she thought it was just fine at the time. Until later on as she matured, she started thinking deeply about this weird sex she when she was very young.
Deep thinking is often a disastrous sign in a woman because instead of leading to actual illumination which it is it's purpose, instead it often causes a wild swing of mood and dramatic changes or how historical incidents of her life are recalled. A woman is always looking back and rewriting her history as she goes, and it's often a bad thing for other people who used to be in her life because her new revelation can render them guilty when they were fine at the time.
So now the law itself has become relegated to how in the Hell some woman "felt" about this or that. If you "make a woman feel uncomfortable," which is about the only way you will ever get laid even once, you've committed a a sin, a firing offense, a tort, or a crime.
I want to know this. Why on Earth should I care if I made some idiot woman "feel uncomfortable" unless I did something that might be seen as disturbing. A woman can be made uncomfortable just by your very presence if you are old or ugly enough. I get stone hard looks of avoidance, annoyance, or contempt from women all day long, all by existing near to and looking at them. I should give a flying fuck about this? Why?