Hey, I’m only playing the hand I was given.
You don’t want to get married?! You don’t want to have children?! Don’t you want to pass on your genes?! What are you going to do, bang sluts for the rest of your life? You want to die alone?!
- No. But, I sometimes think I’d like to meet someone who will change my mind.
- See #2
- I mean, if I have to.
- Death is death.
You don’t want to get married?!
No, I really don’t. I don’t want my life to be typical.
Also, there is little-to-no reason for men to marry these days. There are dozens of Manosphere articles discussing this. The chances of actually staying married these days are quite literally 50/50. In the event of the divorce, more than likely she will make off with a good chunk of my assets (because a pre-nup when a man wants it is “unromantic”), likely custody of any children involved, and I will likely be making more money and have to pay for her to continue the lifestyle she is used to.
To those who tell me that marriage is about love and love is worth the gamble, I invite you to take a stroll down to the casino and bet all of your assets at a Roulette table. Pick your color, black or red; 50/50. Appealing, isn’t it? Didn’t think so.
You don’t want to have children?!
This world is so screwed up. I have no desire to bring some poor soul into this. I’m also 22 and realize that maybe there will be a point that I will settle down enough to want that. My parents had me when they were 26 though, and I doubt I will come within 10 years of them for fathering a child.
Going back to #1, I’m not sure I’d be able to find a woman who I would want to be the mother to my children. I’d want someone feminine and who wants to be nurturing and take care of the home. If I were to have a child, I would be fully okay with being the breadwinner while my wife was a homemaker. I hear the feminists shrieking at me.
Don’t you want to pass on your genes?!
My father’s last named ends with me if I don’t reproduce. I don’t care.
What are you going to do, bang sluts for the rest of your life?
I’m not opposed to a long-term monogamous relationship, by any means. I would actually rather not continue to date like this for the rest of my life. However, why must my love be proven with a worthless expensive diamond and a legal contract?
You want to die alone?!
I’m sincerely hoping that when I’m 80 and still in great shape, I’ll do something like skydiving and my parachute will break.