Solitary Beast Dies Alone? Comment of the Week

After a long hiatus, I’m thrilled to bring back a popular post series: Comment of the Week.

It’s been a while since I had a good vindictive response from a female reader. This one was worth the wait.

Commenter “Irene” penned this entertaining response to my popular classic post, “Why Men In Their Thirties Are Still Single”.

*…She sounds a little upset, don’t you think?*

I understand this her indignation.

In our modern world, women are constantly indoctrinated, I mean, reassured, with empowering messages of feminism, women’s rights, and “Girl Power”.

Organizations such as the United States military, local police and fire departments, and engineering programs at universities have lowered their standards, to provide women the opportunity for the “equality” they claimed they wanted.

Corporations tell her “Big is Beautiful” and she can be “Healthy At Any Size”.

Her “friends” lie to her face.

The men in her life, hoping for a chance at sex, perform favors, loan money, and walk on eggshells in an effort to stay on her good side.

Essentially, women live in a carefully constructed fantasy world of complete bullshit, everyone bending over backward to keep them happy.

When an adult woman lands on the unfiltered thoughts posted in Solitary Beast, it’s possible that she has never heard an honest opinion, especially from a heterosexual man, in her entire life.

As such, shock and surprise is justified.

I never blame women for being offended by my writing, although I often wonder why they so often return to the blog, get aggrieved, then write passionate inflamed responses,… on every post.

The truth is I know the answer.

Women love emotions.

Anger, resentment, outrage, even tears, are FUN to women, who love feeling emotions, just for the hell of it.

Additionally, their panties get ticklish for a man that has the temerity to tell them the straight truth.

I didn’t start this blog to become a sex symbol for angry femininists, but as William Shakespeare wrote,

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them”

I humbly accept.

Let’s take a look at Irene’s response.

“Pathetic”

In her triggered emotional state, Irene spat ugly accusations, labeling me a “pathetic guy paying for women at the age of 40”.

She’s partially correct.

I am currently 40, and have regularly paid hundreds of dollars to beautiful, thin, nubile, younger women for the pleasure of their company for an evening.

It’s a strategy that I advocate, for men who can afford it, and who want to treat themselves to a more pleasant experience than manipulating sex from middle aged women on dating apps.

I’m still amazed that men claim some sense of fulfillment or superiority from maneuvering grandma aged women for “free” sex, rather than using the resources at their disposal to be with more attractive, younger women.

Once you’ve proven to yourself that you can seduce women effectively, 10, 15, or 200 times, what more is there to prove?

It’s the same process over and over every time.

That said, I’ve been completely transparent about my adventures with sex workers and sugar babies.

Many of my readers have expressed disagreement with my choices, (Read my post, “Pay For Play Makes The Most Sense”).

However, I still fail to see what’s “pathetic” about exchanging a resource that I have, for one that I want.

It’s called “the oldest profession” for a reason.

The reality of human biology is that healthy men have an exponentially higher desire for sex than women, at any age.

Meanwhile, getting sex from women, the “traditional” way: approaching, swiping, dates, is tricky and time consuming, even for men that know how to do it (Read my post “Sex on the Second Date”).

Additionally, women are MUCH pickier in choosing men, than many men are with women.

Men will take a cute girl, who’s fun to be around, and not obese, any time and any place.

A good percentage of men (most of them black) wouldn’t be deterred if she is obese.

For men, sex is a highly coveted, and hard to come by, commodity.

With a fraction of men’s testosterone, and a tiny sliver of men’s desire for sex, women cannot understand the male craving for sexual expression.

Ever wonder why sex work only ever goes in one direction??

It’s only men paying for the services of women.

Irene, and any other female commenter to the blog, DON’T UNDERSTAND that they DON’T UNDERSTAND.

I recognize “pathetic” as exactly what it is: shaming language, meant to control my behavior as a single man.

Below the surface, lurks the female insecurity of realizing that men that can access sex, from young attractive women, for less effort (and less money) than “dating”, are less likely to sign up to be stepfathers and Captain Save-A-Single Mom.

If it makes them feel any better, most men will never pay for female attention, even if they can afford it.

However, a percentage of men will.

Often, those men will be financially stable, successful, possibly even attractive, just not interested in the dating games.

Women who are angered by my choice to see sugar babies aren’t feeling indignation, they’re experiencing competition anxiety and jealousy.

They can’t compete with younger women, especially at that price point (a few hundred dollars a night to be with a 25 year old model type, instead of three dinner dates to be with a divorced single mom), and they know it.

Be Real For A Second

As I write this, I’m a healthy 40 year old man. (Thank god)

I have a successful career in an industry I am passionate about.

I’m fit, athletic, and in shape: playing soccer, hiking, and lifting weights, several times a week.

I own a comfortable home, two happy dogs, and have a (mostly) full head of hair.

I’m not everybody’s type.

No one is.

Nevertheless, I lead a fun life of work I love, hobbies, writing, playing music, camping, and riding motorcycles- enjoying my time on Earth.

Women my age are desperate to be in relationship. I could get an “age-appropriate” girlfriend, if I wanted one.

There’s nothing stopping me from uploading the latest dating app, swiping on a couple “few extra pounds/ “my kids are my world” single moms and divorcees, and go on a series of pointless drinks dates. (Read my post “5 Things I Don’t Miss About Dating Apps")

You really think I couldn’t find a 35 to 40+ year old woman to date me?

Ironically, the woman in question would probably have a crappy sarcastic attitude, act masculine and entitled, demand dinner dates, vacations, and gifts, with only occasional, transactional sex to offer in return.

A middle aged woman I could “date” in the traditional sense certainly wouldn’t be:

-fit

-athletic

-have no children

-and a full head (of their own hair)

For now, I choose not to get involved.

I’m enjoying my work, my dogs, my writing, and my life without a crabby, pre-menopausal 40 something year old woman in tow.

If that’s “pathetic”, so be it.

-Solitary Beast