It is strange as Matt owns a home and collects rental income to pay his bills he doesn't work a soul draining 9-5 so it would seem his life is pretty good. Just proves yet again financial stability doesn't guarantee happiness. I would suggest joining a local coed sporting team seems like a good place for him to meet a girl with similar interest and at least get out of the house and have some fun.
Another excellent post, bhank.
There have been a lot of good posts here.
Honestly, my entire life comprised my kids and going to the gym - I go to a facility called The Canada Games Complex, and I spend 2-6 hours a day there, between working out, going to the pool, having a sauna, hot tub, etc.
Over the years, my normal life for 10+ years eroded:
Covid restrictions made it impossible to see my kids daily due to bogus isolation requirements. So my time-sharing with them changed substantially.
Covid had the Complex closed for nearly two years. Even now - since JUST reopening to me on March 1st when the illegal vaccine passport was revoked, you can STILL only go there for 90-minute pre-booked sessions! I now only have time for a sauna or hot tub unless I cut my workout short.
Prior to that, I had several YouTube channels - but YouTube revenues dropped 64% since Trump took office, so if wasn't worthwhile to even create content.
I didn't need the money, so I just walked away - but I used to spend a lot of time on my bodybuilding website and YouTube, and then it stopped being worth it due to all the censorship.
So I've lost a lot of meaning in my life.
And I NEVER had relationships with women [full disclosure: I've had pregnancy attempts with five women: three of whole got pregnant, and one miscarried]. But we weren't boyfriend/girlfriend, but I was an incredible provider/support.
I don't see the point of relationships, but I made the mistake of falling in love twice in my life
This last time in 2018 killed me...I still haven't recovered...
I spent $20,000 on that POS, and she didn't even hold my hand. It's a long story, but I've never experienced ANYTHING like that. And had I known that the issue was that she won't date men with options [in order to control the relationship - and because I'm "racist" online], I would have never lost my mind trying to "fix" the fake reasons she was giving me.
She once asked me what I wanted to improve in life, rather than telling me her issue was my posts online. I was thinking "Bitch - YOU'RE A FUCKING JANITOR WHO LIVES WITH MOMMY AND DADDY - I HAVE TWO UNIVERSITY DEGREES AND OVER A MILLION DOLLARS IN ASSETS AND CRYPTO...WHY THE FUCK WOULD I WANT A JANITOR ASKING ME WHAT I WANT TO IMPROVE ON??"
Had the bitch just told me she had a problem with my posts, I could have addressed THAT.
Had she told me she was a feminist when I explicitly asked her after seeing her share a post from Feminist Today, I would have walked away immediately.
Had she told me she was PRE-addicted to opiates for five years before meeting me, I would have walked away. Instead, when I thought she spent my money on Percocets for ten days and put my foot down to prevent her from becoming addicted, she started crying, and said I triggered her PTSD.
MEANWHILE, I WAS DOING THE RIGHT THING BASED ON THE INFORMATION SHE GAVE ME - FUCKING BITCH. ANYONE WHO CARES ABOUT SOMEONE WOULD STOP THEM FROM BECOMING ADDICTED, BUT SHE ALREADY WAS! AND SHE NEVER TOLD ME.
And she was a giant slut! She once asked me if it would make her a bad person to buy a vibrator...MEANWHILE, SHE FUCKED 39 GUYS BY THE TIME I WAS WITH HER, WHEN SHE WAS 29.
Everything from her mouth - LIES, LIES, AND MORE LIES.
How was I supposed to navigate reality when she wasn't giving me reality??
And when I put my foot down for the second time about opiates in July of 2018, she started crying and blamed me for triggering her PTSD.
IN REALITY, THE girl DID NOT WANT TO GO INTO WITHDRAWAL.
Them she told me essentially, if I don't fund her drug addiction [in a nutshell] that we couldn't "advance together as a couple".
THIS WOULD HAVE NEVER FUCKING HAPPENED IF I WASN'T IN LOVE WITH HER!!!
But when the pendulum swung back, I fucked four of my previous girlfriends in August of 2020. I normally don't like fucking too many women in such a short time frame, but I got back to reality fast.
By September of 2020, I INSISTED she give me a straight yes or no answer on our future, and I got a no - THE SAME NO I WOULD HAVE USED TO WALK AWAY FROM THE START HAD SHE NOT KEEP LEADING ME ON.
The full of experience lasted six months, and then four months later, I got rid of her completely for a woman who was 26, and much hotter.
This would have NEVER HAPPENED if I wasn't in love.
I am AUTISTIC.
I do NOT deal in nuance! I ALWAYS ask women outright if they are into me. If so, I ask them to call me when they want to fuck, and I had a mathematical approach:
I had 15 female friends, who broke up every three years with their boyfriends, roughly.
They knew I would fuck them, as I had previously fucked all 15.
DO THE MATH:
Every 2-3 months one would break up, and come right back to me.
ZERO WORK REQUIRED ON MY PART, EXCEPT STAYING IN SHAPE.
ZERO risk.
And ZERO headaches.
And I gave it all up for a woman I loved based on lies she made about herself, and have since lost ALL trust in women - and now, i don't even fuck.
In time, I'll get a regular sex life again. But NO WAY will I put myself through the hell of a relationship.
I don't know how people take on stress like that.
My mathematical prediction is that at least one of my friends will eventually die by suicide, due to a relationship.
Unlike the bitch in this story who has one story after the next of bad boyfriends because she purposely dates weak men [to control the relationship - which is an AWFUL strategy employed by only about 22% of women - with the other 78% being hypergamous women], I have had precisely TWO bad experiences in my lifetime:
One in 2000 at age 18.
And the one I spoke about above in 2018, at age 36.
AND IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN. I WILL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN.
God, I only even think about sex about once every five days! My dick barely moves anymore, and what's more - IT'S ALL MENTAL!!!
Remember - I posted my fertility test results in 2017. My sperm count was 1.18 BILLION - with a B!
I WAS SHOOTING PETER NORTH SIZED LOADS.
Now I probably have loads 40% the size, as my brain has shut off attraction to women, as a protective mechanism to not fall in love.
I hope I recover. Time will tell.
Time heals all. But I'm not there yet, unfortunately.
Once my training facility goes back to normal hours, I should be ok. That said, I am grateful not to need a 9 to 5. But I can't wait until I can spend my days/years here again: