No #mgtow

I understand your position.
When I was a teenager and then a 20-something I was a borderline incel.
On paper, I was everything that we were told women were supposed to want.
Instead, I collected ‘no’ more times than I could count.
The pain of being alone and being rejected again and again was unbearable. Eventually, something inside of me broke.
The girls wanted knuckle-dragging sociopathic shitbags, not a young journalist and presenter who had a reserve commission in the army, a black belt in karate and owned his own home.
When a girl did say ‘yes’, she wanted to use me and then break my heart...just because she could.
After I turned 30, women began to make the first move on me. They had to, because I had stopped trying.
Even then, the women had agendas.
I found that soul-tearing pain and lonliness had morphed into bitterness and resentment, with a little hate on the side.
What I saw were desperate post-wall carousel riders who were looking for a provider before their ovaries died.
Women still hit on me. What I see is a 75 per cent probability (second marriage divorce rate) that she will destroy me financially, even if her intent is honourable (which is extremely unlikely).
I am so lonely that I want to die, but being homeless, penniless and heartbroken would be worse.
Women are evil. Subscribe to Pornhub.