I love my wife and am happily monogamous, and as this point in my life have no interest in reproducing.
But yeah, if i were single, now that i am not fat, i would literally have my pick of highly attractive extremely successful women 10 years younger than me, just WAITING for a decent looking successful normal non-drunk-or-druggie of a man to appear and fill them full of high-performing DNA (other than the alcoholism gene of course- hopefully that would be bred out in the fictional universe i have just created)
That's kind of common in NYC. Young smart beautiful women DO focus on their careers in their 20's. Many of them go on to make wildy good money. But then yeah, 32 or 34 hits, and it's like "oh shoot, the music stopped, and i haven't found a breeding partner yet"
There are ALSO a ton of single women of average or below average appearance, and, despite sparkling personalities, just cannot figure out why they can't find a nice normal man who also looks like Brad Pitt. these chunky mediocre looking women think they should be waiting for Brad, that they DESERVE Brad. They're fools- they should be targeting their chunky, mediocre, but very kind and loving male counterparts. Those guys often make great husbands- they're just happy they actually got a girl
Men seem to have no problem accepting and falling in love with a woman more "matched" to whatever the man brings to the table. Women seem to think that it's Brad or nothing. Well, that leads to a LOT of single women in this region because the handsome successful men have already found their succesful hotty, and they are NOT settling for a chunky, plain-looking woman no matter how dazzling her personality. If she comes from massive generational wealth- this formula changes dramatically
Manage expectations people. I outkicked my coverage by a country mile when my wife fell in love with chubby drunken broke ass 27 year old subway. I knew it, and i loved her, and i f-ing married her before one of the countless handsome rich lotharios who populate the hamptons locked her up
And then i started making real money. And then i got sober. and then i lost 90 pounds. So, her risk on me paid off handsomely, but it was done with no guarantees whatsoever.
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