I have read this post several times, and I have to say, this chick is fucking crazy. I was a wingman to a Chad for years. Women would walk up to him and give him their phone numbers. Yes, I saw this. Why would any Chad want to commit, when there was no benefit in doing so? They get pussy for little to no effort. This bitch has the logic reversed. Chad never committed to any woman because he could have almost any woman any time, so there was no incentive to commit. And if any woman started to give him shit about the relationship going nowhere, he just dumped her and moved on to the next. And there were always plenty of nexts willing to take her place. They never asked why such a good looking man never married or had kids. He never married because he like being a Chad with unlimited options. But this chick thinks Chads want commitment. LOL Sadly, it is not true.

It occurs to me that there is an important lesson for men here who practise "game" a bit too religiously.

She always took 2 times the time to reply to his message as he did to reply to hers plus 10 minutes. She had her won game formula. Don't forget gents girls are playing these games too! You are only seeing what she wants you to see. If you both play this trying to be more reluctant than the other to message, failure at an early stage is guaranteed!

As far as I know, girls actually started doing this systematically earlier than men. There were books like "The Rules" (if I recall what female acquaintances were raving about in the 90's). A lot of the more systematic male game developed as a response to women being utterly in control of huge options.

In this autistic arms race there will only be losses on both sides. Its supposed to be a relationship not a control game! You are supposed to want to text her and she is supposed to want to text you. It is supposed to be about more than logistics to fuck. The once attractive woman who wrote the article wasted her youth in this game. Gents take note.

Bigger cities essentially have a never-ending flow of young women moving in for work/college. I found myself that age gap matters less in cities, even if you're like 29 and the girl is 21 you're both pretty much on a similar grind, the culture is more dilluted. That being said city can attract the worst of individuals and if you're serious about finding a mate you will realize there are a lot of landmines and a lot of degeneracy.

Also more opportunities for socializing, university/college alone will let you be around guys of similar interests - which is important to not go insane. In mid-size/small cities I found that there's just no people to meet via interests, my friends and acquitances are "generic friendships" where we talk about all sorts of shit whereas my friends from the big city share the same hobbies and career paths - something that's important to me as a I value growth and networking. In smaller cities there are no meetups nor events related to my pursuits so no chance to meet interesting people from my field.

Me personally - I'm studying and working 9-5 in a big city, I'm going to give my best shot at career and networking and I'm going to extract as much benefits from my current big city life before I move into a smaller and more calm city. I'm going to reap the rewards before it sucks my soul out. If I find a good girl to keep around that's a bonus too.

You can thrive anywhere if you try and there's no guarantee that you will benefit from either. Big cities offer more jobs and socialization simply due to them being an economical sinkhole. Smaller cities are about slow living and peace. You can be miserable in both, you can enjoy both.

I wasn’t training them. I was hiding.

Oh but you were training them you stupid hag. It just wasn't training them to do what you wanted. You were teaching them that "anyone else" would be a better prospect. You and millions upon millions of crones and crones-to-be, all of you marching in lockstep for decades, meaningfully differentiated only by the increasing wrinkles of age etched upon your faces like serial numbers for slags.

And now you have your just rewards. Solitude, desperation, and the indifference of men that realized they can do better than you.

We treat them mean because we think kindness reads as desperation in a woman our age. And the deeply annoying part is: it works. Beautifully. Just in the wrong direction. Treat ‘em mean is a filtration system for avoidants.

Oh look, a split second of clarity...

When you perform unavailability, you don’t attract secure men. Secure men don’t want a puzzle. They want a person. They want to know if you’re free on Friday so they can book a table. Play the game, and you attract the hunters – men who love the chase because the chase requires no intimacy. Men addicted to voltage. To uncertainty. To the spike.

There it is, the cope and blame redirection instead of admitting she was chasing men too far above her station in life instead of settling for a mere mortal on the same level as herself. Bitch-Icarus flew too close to the Chad-sun and her wings melted but somehow that's all his fault.

Drown in the sea you cunt.