Gaming women these days inevitably leads to hating the time-wasting and frivolousness of the whole affair. This is natural and our lays are ballpark. The point that is crucial is that we were raised to respect women and be chivalrous by our culture. This, of course, is incompatible with picking up women post 1960s. (I remember the show Three's Company, with the lead character being a nice guy and still being a sex symbol--but that was a last gasp.)
When this socially constructed Victorianism is violently clutched from us, we then go to game and have to put in considerable effort, accumulating over years, for something that is below us. The sex dynamic is totally off in the West with supply of reasonable chicks and ubiquitous quality penis. It naturally creates resentment. Women don't really grow up in the West anymore. My friend's sister was the quintessential, middle-class White girl, youngest in the family. She had extensive, sustained effort put into her development by family. Now, she has a faustian deal with the husband, where she surrounds control to him (including interacting with her original childhood family, and in exchange she can be an emotional sponge off hubby.
Even at work, where we see our female co-workers as asexual, because they mostly are, the resentment is still there. As they waste their time in a corporate machine, complaining and at the same time totally untrustable, because any woman, including a physician, has a bread-winning husband and, hence, the woman doesn't need that job--it's like a depressing game.
When this socially constructed Victorianism is violently clutched from us, we then go to game and have to put in considerable effort, accumulating over years, for something that is below us. The sex dynamic is totally off in the West with supply of reasonable chicks and ubiquitous quality penis. It naturally creates resentment. Women don't really grow up in the West anymore. My friend's sister was the quintessential, middle-class White girl, youngest in the family. She had extensive, sustained effort put into her development by family. Now, she has a faustian deal with the husband, where she surrounds control to him (including interacting with her original childhood family, and in exchange she can be an emotional sponge off hubby.
Even at work, where we see our female co-workers as asexual, because they mostly are, the resentment is still there. As they waste their time in a corporate machine, complaining and at the same time totally untrustable, because any woman, including a physician, has a bread-winning husband and, hence, the woman doesn't need that job--it's like a depressing game.