How Many People Have Seen a Good One?

It is 10:48 a.m. and I have already fielded several inquiries from women on online dating services. I have also received more unsolicited counsel from my friend Mike, and I am experiencing things I didn’t expect.

A young lady from a northern state contacted me. I haven’t responded yet. She is stunning. No other word for it. I looked at her profile. It says she’s mute and was born deaf. Her profile says she wants someone to love and respect her.

I have not responded.

She’s a good example of the kind of person I’m running into now: women I want to save.

My experiences on the two latest sites have been good, but I can tell women are not doing as well. They complain about men wanting cheap hookups or asking for naked pictures. I have had a few women with sleazy pictures contact me, and I am definitely hearing from dubious foreign women, but the problems are manageable.

I have learned that there are a lot of women out there who can’t find anyone who will treat them decently, and I have also been reminded that women get attached way, way too fast. that’s probably why the following joke exists:

Q: What does a lesbian bring to a second date?

A: A U-Haul.

Many times, I have seen people say women are really the pursuers in romance. It may well be true. When it comes to romance, women put out bait and wait for bites. That’s not what prey species do. It’s what predators do. Whether or not it’s generally true that women do the pursuing, it is certainly true that they often do, and they generally try to appear that they’re being pursued.

I feel like I’m being chased by puppies that want to be adopted.

Why do they want to be adopted? Love, children, money, and American citizenship, I suppose. Most women’s desires can be traced to these roots in varying amounts.

After talking to a few of these ladies, I want to take them all home. At least the Christians. I wish I could open an orphanage for women. But Solomon tried that, and it didn’t work out.

I have to wonder if God feels this way about people. We’re all down here being played by fallen angels, demons, people, and governments pretending to be saviors. They fool us and take advantage of us over and over. The real savior is up there wishing we would run to him.

I’m not saying I would be a great or even adequate husband. Just that I understand the desire to rescue the unwanted and unappreciated.

I am enduring culture shock from talking to foreign women. I told one I was working on my bathrooms, and she said she wished she were here to help. I said I wished she were, too, so I could sit on the couch and relax. I am a kidder. I thought she would send a joke in return. She said, “I would get you a drink.”

How do you deal with someone like that when you were raised in America? If I had a wife who treated me like that, I would be afraid for people to see it in public. I would feel like something had gone fundamentally wrong with the structure of the universe.

Is it a bad thing, though? If it is, then is it a bad thing when men serve in the infantry and women don’t? Is it a bad thing when a man pays all the bills? Is it bad when he jumps in front of her when there is danger? Is it bad when he opens doors and pulls out her chair for her?

In America, a man who does those things is coveted, except in areas where feminists have completely corrupted everyone, but a woman who brings her husband a drink is ridiculed, and the man is considered an abuser.

Isn’t this the feminist princess syndrome in action?

I find it hard to take things from women. I think it comes from having a sociopath for an older sister. It’s hard for me to see myself as someone women want and appreciate, and American men are taught to believe a woman is doing you a favor simply by being present.

I don’t know if I could get used to someone who gives back. American women are trained not to do that. It’s also difficult dealing with women who offer praise instead of a constant stream of accusations.

This is one of the problems with abusers. They ruin you for decent people.

I moved to Ocala from Miami, which is one of the rudest, trashiest cities in America. I was used to aggression, materialism, selfishness, arrogance, cruelty, dishonesty, and a pervasive lack of class. After I got here, I had a hard time getting used to kind, polite people. Even though I’m a Southerner, it took me a while to get back into the Southern groove. I moved here so I could live among good people, but still, I was not able to get used to them instantaneously.

The same principle applies to women.

Christianity has a second-mile principle Christians almost never talk about. They think it means you should occasionally do more for someone than he deserves. That’s not the whole story.

When two people have any type of relationship, each one owes the other certain things. Our natural tendency is to do a little less than we should. That forces other parties to do our jobs. It breeds resentment. It breeds mistrust.

When each party does a little bit more than needed, it’s very different. Each one feels as though he has profited. It helps a bond develop. It breeds trust and peace. It breeds gratitude.

A husband and wife need to do things they are not obligated to do. If it’s your husband’s job to take out the trash, you should take it out once a week anyway. If the wife is supposed to clean the bathrooms, the husband should do it sometimes without telling her. When each party does less than he or she should, the result is lack. When each party exceeds expectations, the result is increase.

When I read the remark about the drink, my first reaction was to think, “Boy, she wants a green card.” I’ve had that feeling before. When people in Miami did nice things for me, it often disturbed me. I wondered what they really wanted. It was a sick response created by systematic conditioning performed by trashy people.

What’s wrong with bringing your husband a drink? A lot of divorced women surrounded by cats could probably answer that question. I like doing things for women. Why shouldn’t a woman like doing things for me?

In 2021 America, I feel like I have to construct a defense for thoughtfulness.

It makes me wish I had been raised better. Somewhere else.

I feel like I should go on social media and broadcast some advice to incels: get away from the Northeast. Get away from California and Chicago. Women aren’t the problem. Not all of it, anyway. The problem is our selfish anti-male culture. Go where it’s weakest. And while you’re at it, take a shower, stop eating 10 pounds of Hot Pockets every day, throw out your video game consoles, delete your manifesto, quit posting on 8kun, cancel your sex doll order, burn your porn, quit lisping, and get off your mom’s couch. Stop being a flabby, spineless fruit. Try not to be such a dating landmine.

I can’t help all of these women. Maybe I can help one of them.