who are the jonas brothers currently dating - Not dating anymore

Now, we have to decipher text messages and read into the "tone" of someone's voice, and use of emoji.When in all actuality if we all made our intentions clear and genuinely pursued someone, none of this would happen.We're not going out like we used to; that's for damn sure. Now we just have to swipe right and send a few winky face emojis.

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The cost-benefit and risk-benefit analysis for relationships no longer works out in Anglo America. As men, we are expected to give up the fruits of our labor and our fortunes for women who could care less about us.

Real Sexism ran the calculations and women spend an outrageous 90% more than they earn, and even though men make 62% of all income we only account for 20% of domestic spending – women make up 80% of the consumerism machine.

You see we have become so focused on the "fake" and "public" actions of someone rather than the personal and sincere actions of the person.

Do not get me wrong, the things above do matter, but in reality, if we focus on the true self of the person we are interested in, everything else will fall into place.

However, I’m lucky as I’ve been on both sides of the coin.

I am also lucky I didn’t get married and get enslaved by the court system paying alimony like many a poor bastard.

Anything that requires attention is undesirable to us. We've cheapened the whole experience of getting to know someone by taking shortcuts to avoid getting our hearts broken.

Why would we try if we can get what we want without having to put in the work? Of course, this is not to be confused to f*cking because we are definitely still f*cking. No longer are we going to restaurants, flirting and TRYING. We don't want to feel anything if it means we could lose something.

[…] After an evening when she exchanged flirtatious glances with a bouncer at a Williamsburg nightclub, the bouncer invited her and her friends back to his apartment for whiskey and boxed macaroni and cheese.

When she agreed, he gamely hoisted her over his shoulders, and, she recalled, “carried me home, my girlfriends and his bros in tow, where we danced around a tiny apartment to some MGMT and Ratatat remixes.” She spent the night at the apartment, which kicked off a cycle of weekly hookups, invariably preceded by a Thursday night text message from him saying, ‘hey babe, what are you up to this weekend?

As I approach my fourth decade on this planet, I look back in horror at what a lifetime of dating women yielded.

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