Recently I (26) started dating wayyyy out of my usual type. A good Christian girl (22) with ambitions for a family, a steady income, a young marriage, and sweater-vest autumn family pictures. She loves to quilt, knit, and make candles. She's head over heels for me, idk why, I think she's kind of going through a bad boy phase and I'm the closest thing she can find to a badass cause I have arm tattoos and I brood a lot, idk.
She's been bugging me for a couple weeks to come meet her family. This week she gave really good head and it made me realize I have some genuine, serious feelings for this girl. So I was like "ya know what ok." She had me come to a family dinner. Fine, free dinner? Hell yeah. I'm having a really nice time meeting her family and talking to them. They seemed like super cool people, living the hamptom dream. Hampton house, hampton spouse, hampton blouse, hampton mouth. I was talking to her dad, who owns a construction company. He seemed hella cool. But then her mom joined us, and that's when problems began.
She comes at me all passive-aggressive like "oh I'm sure you've had LOTS of girlfriends," trying to find out if I'm a manwhore. I had been listening to a lot of Yeezus lately, so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Well, I mean, one good girl is worth a thousand bitches, you know what they say."
Oooooohhhh shit.
Her mom's eyes go wide, eyebrows shoot up to the fucking ceiling. Her dad gives a slow upwards nod with furrowed eyebrows like they do in those fancy tv shows when someone says something stupid, like I just did.
I start sweating. I legitimately like this girl and I just compared her to a thousand bitches. There's no way these people would no that's the best compliment I can give a girl. God fucking dammit.
But it gets way, way worse.
We're eating dinner later, and suddenly the sweet little granny slaps her forehead with goes all old lady "Oh nooo!" Everyone goes all quiet and this poor little lady stands up all distressed. "I forgot the crescent rolls!"
My instincts were triggered. I kicked my chair out from under me in my haste to get up. I jumped onto the table and sprinted to where granny stood, my feet flinging gravy and mashed potatoes and baked beans all over my girlfriend's family. I build up speed and flying sidekick granny full on in the face, screaming:
"HURRY UP WITH MY DAMN CROISSANTS!"
I fell on top of her with my head in between her boobs, as if Joss Whedon himself directed it.
Needless to say that's where the evening ended for me. I apologized and shuffled towards the door. Couldn't even look my GF in the eye.
Her dad escorted me to the door. "Why don't you get going home, my man?" He said. He put a paternal hand on my shoulder and guided me outside. "I like you man, but I think we just gotta give it some time." I'm like yeah man I understand, I really like your daughter, I think I was just nervous. He looks me in the eye and says,
"She likes you too. In fact, I think she loves you like Kanye loves Kanye." That's when I realized her dad was Kanye West. This was Kanye's secret white family.
She's been bugging me for a couple weeks to come meet her family. This week she gave really good head and it made me realize I have some genuine, serious feelings for this girl. So I was like "ya know what ok." She had me come to a family dinner. Fine, free dinner? Hell yeah. I'm having a really nice time meeting her family and talking to them. They seemed like super cool people, living the hamptom dream. Hampton house, hampton spouse, hampton blouse, hampton mouth. I was talking to her dad, who owns a construction company. He seemed hella cool. But then her mom joined us, and that's when problems began.
She comes at me all passive-aggressive like "oh I'm sure you've had LOTS of girlfriends," trying to find out if I'm a manwhore. I had been listening to a lot of Yeezus lately, so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Well, I mean, one good girl is worth a thousand bitches, you know what they say."
Oooooohhhh shit.
Her mom's eyes go wide, eyebrows shoot up to the fucking ceiling. Her dad gives a slow upwards nod with furrowed eyebrows like they do in those fancy tv shows when someone says something stupid, like I just did.
I start sweating. I legitimately like this girl and I just compared her to a thousand bitches. There's no way these people would no that's the best compliment I can give a girl. God fucking dammit.
But it gets way, way worse.
We're eating dinner later, and suddenly the sweet little granny slaps her forehead with goes all old lady "Oh nooo!" Everyone goes all quiet and this poor little lady stands up all distressed. "I forgot the crescent rolls!"
My instincts were triggered. I kicked my chair out from under me in my haste to get up. I jumped onto the table and sprinted to where granny stood, my feet flinging gravy and mashed potatoes and baked beans all over my girlfriend's family. I build up speed and flying sidekick granny full on in the face, screaming:
"HURRY UP WITH MY DAMN CROISSANTS!"
I fell on top of her with my head in between her boobs, as if Joss Whedon himself directed it.
Needless to say that's where the evening ended for me. I apologized and shuffled towards the door. Couldn't even look my GF in the eye.
Her dad escorted me to the door. "Why don't you get going home, my man?" He said. He put a paternal hand on my shoulder and guided me outside. "I like you man, but I think we just gotta give it some time." I'm like yeah man I understand, I really like your daughter, I think I was just nervous. He looks me in the eye and says,
"She likes you too. In fact, I think she loves you like Kanye loves Kanye." That's when I realized her dad was Kanye West. This was Kanye's secret white family.
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Drugs to make me attracted to UK girls?
Hey, I moved to the UK and go clubbing sometimes. The problem is, that I'm not really attracted to the girls there so it's a bit of a waste of time. I've heard of beer goggles, any other drugs exist that can lower your standards heavily? Pretty sure I'm not gay
Hey, I moved to the UK and go clubbing sometimes. The problem is, that I'm not really attracted to the girls there so it's a bit of a waste of time. I've heard of beer goggles, any other drugs exist that can lower your standards heavily? Pretty sure I'm not gay
This really connects to the post made by OP. Dating has become some kind of market, especially with the rise of online dating. Or at least it can be analysed as a marketplace.
If you look at how redpillers look at dating, the image becomes quite clear. I dont agree with them for a bit and actually think their way of looking at the world is dangerous to one person and to society as a whole but its still quite interesting.
They talk about sexual market value, how to increase it all that. And its an effect of how dating is approached these days.
I often find that online dating resembles applying for a job. Youve got your pictures with a bio which resembles a application letter, then there is the talking stage wich looks like a job interview, then the first or second date which is a second job interview.
I think it is an effect of what Mark Fisher calls "capitalist realism". For many, it is almost impossible to imagine any other system than capitalism. Its often easier to imagine the end of the world than it is to imagine the end of capitalism.
Therefore, everything (dating included) is put in this capitalist framwork. A framework that resembles a marketplace.
For those of us with busy lives, social anxiety or still stuck in lockdown measures, online dating is the only option.
Now to react to your comment, dating has changed so much in the last 10 years or so. The need to invest in each other (no pun intended), to have patience with each others shortcomings, quircks, difficulties has gone almost completly out of the window.
Now it is so easy for anyone to just ghost someone, swipe right a few times and finding a "better" option. I put better in quotation marks because it is the lack of investing that causes people to never really being sure someone is in fact the better option. This results in a perpetual cycle of never really meeting someone and gettinf to know them.
This is from a male perspective of course and maybe im projecting so im curious about your opinion.
If you look at how redpillers look at dating, the image becomes quite clear. I dont agree with them for a bit and actually think their way of looking at the world is dangerous to one person and to society as a whole but its still quite interesting.
They talk about sexual market value, how to increase it all that. And its an effect of how dating is approached these days.
I often find that online dating resembles applying for a job. Youve got your pictures with a bio which resembles a application letter, then there is the talking stage wich looks like a job interview, then the first or second date which is a second job interview.
I think it is an effect of what Mark Fisher calls "capitalist realism". For many, it is almost impossible to imagine any other system than capitalism. Its often easier to imagine the end of the world than it is to imagine the end of capitalism.
Therefore, everything (dating included) is put in this capitalist framwork. A framework that resembles a marketplace.
For those of us with busy lives, social anxiety or still stuck in lockdown measures, online dating is the only option.
Now to react to your comment, dating has changed so much in the last 10 years or so. The need to invest in each other (no pun intended), to have patience with each others shortcomings, quircks, difficulties has gone almost completly out of the window.
Now it is so easy for anyone to just ghost someone, swipe right a few times and finding a "better" option. I put better in quotation marks because it is the lack of investing that causes people to never really being sure someone is in fact the better option. This results in a perpetual cycle of never really meeting someone and gettinf to know them.
This is from a male perspective of course and maybe im projecting so im curious about your opinion.