Brookswood
Senior Member
I’ve always wondered why a single, balding, nerdy looking guy like usually does not have to wait too long when seeking female companionship. After all, I’m not rich. And I’m not famous. Nobody will confuse me for a Cary Grant or Sean Connery lookalike.
According to a recent article the above blandness is what the women want. I thought it was my personality, and the feeling of safety my gentlemanly behavior induced in them, that had the ladies lining up at my front door with invitations to spend the evening watching an somewhat naughty RomCom on Netflix. Not at all!
From this article.
So pass me another milkshake and slice of pie. I’ll sell the weights and rowing machine.
According to a recent article the above blandness is what the women want. I thought it was my personality, and the feeling of safety my gentlemanly behavior induced in them, that had the ladies lining up at my front door with invitations to spend the evening watching an somewhat naughty RomCom on Netflix. Not at all!
From this article.
When I first told my lovely wife, Cassandra, about my plans to proto-looksmax 11 years ago, she said, “Oh, great. Now I have to get in shape.” I had been expecting something more along the lines of “Can I help by incentivizing you with sex?” or “Let’s work out right now on this bed!”
Instead, as soon as I started to get a tiny bit of muscle definition, Cassandra became self-conscious, insisting on turning the lights off during sex. Which was also sud-denly less often. “This has reallybackfired on you,” she told me.
“Part of her is hedging her bets that one day I’ll be fat again, and she’ll say, ‘Remember, honey, I always told you I preferred you this way.’ ”
So pass me another milkshake and slice of pie. I’ll sell the weights and rowing machine.
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