You’re horny and you want to get laid. Because you know what matters for short-term sexual attraction, you work out and dress well. Thus, you spend a lot of time, energy, and money to look good so that one of the girls at the local club decides to spread her legs for you. You think you do well. You approach women, and just a relatively small number because you know your audience and you can sense which women are into you.

Okay, you got the girl. After making the effort of approaching her and sexually escalating all the way to sex you now get to bang her. Think about it: how many calories do you burn as opposed to her? Assuming she’s not doing a rendition of a dead fish and only lies on her back letting you plow her but instead she pushes her pelvis back rhythmically to add to the effect of the hard thrusts of your massive cock, you can safely say that even a woman who makes a lot of effort in bed does not do nearly as much as a guy who jackhammers her hard. The effort of that is certainly also a lot more than the occasional squat on your dick the rare woman does for a bit before she wants you to take over again.

To get laid you not only have to work hard on yourself. Instead, once you get to the goal, you have to work a lot harder than her during sex as well. Compared to jerking off or using a Fleshlight, you have to put in a fucking lot of effort. What will she have to do to get to that point? In this day and age, a woman who wants to be very desirable for a one-night stand should not be ugly. Assuming she was born with a reasonably cute face, which is out of her control, she only has to not be fat. If she’s able to resist sticking her hands in the cookie jar every hour and does a modicum of physical activity, say, 30 minutes on the treadmill three times a week, she’s well above average. If she wants to really stand out, she has to lift a few baby weights (5 lbs.) to get toned. Her clothes aren’t so important either. If she wants to get laid, then it’s enough if she squeezes her tight body into some cheap rags bought at H&M or some other discounter. Guys really don’t care about how much she spends on clothes — quite unlike some girls who will raise an eyebrow if you’re wearing a Seiko instead of a Rolex. There is really no equivalent to girls sizing up guys based on perceived wealth.

Your philandering days are over. Now you want to date and have a girlfriend. Excellent! If you do well on dates, you get to go on more dates. This means that you get to spend lots and lots of money, and lots more money as time goes on. Even if you’re a cheap dater and she’s relatively frugal, she likely won’t go Dutch. You’re going to foot the bill. Your reward for dating well is a neverending stream of bills. Of course, if you’re a really big spender, you have to buy her dresses, vacations, and cosmetic operations, but let’s assume you’re sane. No matter how you will turn it, you are going to spend a lot more money than her. For her to do well at dating, she only has to look good and be nice.

Your dating goes well. You now have a girlfriend. She now wants to move in with you. Oh, the comfortable studio apartment you like so much isn’t good enough for her? Too bad, bucko, time to move out and get a bigger place. You’ve got the money, right? With your typical Western woman, having a relationship means that your once formidable disposable income will be cut down to a much more manageable amount. After all, while you were single you had so much money you didn’t know what to do with it. Thankfully, she’s solving that problem for you.

Cohabitating is well and good, but eventually it gets old for her. What she really wants is a bunch of kids, or at least one to justify staying at home, never to work again. In the likely case that she’ll divorce you, she’ll claim that she would easily have become CEO of Google, but instead she sacrificed her great career for you and “your kid”. Her having “the most important job in the world”, i.e. parking the kid in front of the TV while she swipes right on every Tyrone and Jamal who wants to pound her aging pussy is surely more important than your humdrum job that pays for her life of leisure.

Getting divorce-raped is the worst possible outcome for your finances. But even if you’re among the lucky men who will get a great conservative woman (hey, why not start playing the lottery, too?), your sacrifices won’t end. You got the prize: a wife who holds the fort and raises your kids. What’s your sacrifice? It’s your time, money, and freedom. As a single guy living a minimalist lifestyle, it is entirely plausible to retire in your 40s on an average job. Heck, you can take it even easier and get some part-time job you enjoy. At that point, you’ll be done with life if you don’t have any lofty aspirations. You’d also have the comfort of declining a promotion because you don’t want to trade an increase in stress, time and responsibilities for a bit more money, of which you have more than enough already.

How is Joe Schmoe doing if he wants to have a family? He’s likely going to work himself into an early grave. This is more of an issue in the US than in (Continental) Europe, but the cost of raising a family is truly staggering. You need a bigger place, kids may need to be sent to private schools because your leftist politicians used the tax money to finance illegal immigration instead of public education, and then there’s the eye-watering cost of college. I hope you really enjoy your job. Oh, and even if you’re not a minimalist, it surely would help if you were. In the end, your reward for success with women or success in life according to traditionalism is a life of fiscal slavery. Some slaves are happy. Most are not.

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