Yes, I decided to go there again. I ask commenters to refrain from name calling and hurling insults and obscenities from here on in. Posts that attack other commenters personally will simply be deleted.
I remember in my late teens and early 20’s being told that I need to go nightclub dancing in order to find a girlfriend. Nightclub dancing was pure torture and boredom to me. I could not tolerate it for five minutes, and frankly, I didn’t need to. Imagine if I got a girlfriend from one of these godawful places! What could I look forward to? More nightclub dancing? Perhaps jealousy games? A girlfriend who was all about excitement and going out, rather than the serious business of family formation and child raising.
At the same time, I wanted a wife who would be smart and spoke at least a second language and would help me raise kids that were high academic achievers. American girls wrinkled their noses at such efforts. OK, so we are even — I don’t like nightclubs, you don’t speak a second language and have no interest in raising high achieving children.
I have always been a savvy decision maker. I got a second language out of college, and very little student debt. I saw that the American women I knew, like big student loans, were simply not a good deal. So I did college on the cheap, and learned Russian.
Russian women did not require me to go nightclub dancing, and they shared my “tiger mom” values of child raising. I’ve been married for 17 years now.
I didn’t miss out on those nightclub girls; they missed out on me.
Sometimes I wondered if I did the wrong thing in not forcing myself to spend hours at nightclubs. But this recent debate made me realize — no, that was the right thing. Even if the nightclub girls weren’t sluts or anything, they also weren’t the type who would want to get up early on a Saturday or Sunday morning and do yoga and go rollerblading or bicycling or hiking. The nightclub girls are sleeping in until noon or later. The kind of woman I wanted would spend a Friday evening watching a movie perhaps, and going to bed by 11 and getting up the next morning by 7 or 8 and doing physically and intellectually engaging activities all day.
If I could go back, I would do some things differently. I would have swallowed my idealism and morality and been a linguist for an alphabet ZOG agency so I could be a sole provide for my family and have had more children. Russian women (very recent immigrants, not Americanized) are happy to be stay at home moms, and if you tell them, “learn wing chun kung fu so you can teach it to our babies” they will. If you tell them, “learn calculus and freshman physics and general chemistry in English so you can tutor our kids” they’ll do it, as long as you’re providing, as long as you обеспечивать.
But yeah, guys, you don’t need to do nightclub dancing. If you don’t have the inclination for that sort of thing, it probably reflects positively on you. The ballroom dancing or salsa is fine, and I’d encourage it. You’ll probably meet a better sort of woman at those places anyway. We can’t save all the women. There’s plenty of good White women who aren’t into nightclub dancing, like religious girls and the higher class of educated yet traditional minded Eastern European women. Or some women who might have done some nightclub dancing because their friends did it, but drop it like a hot potato when they meet a man who would rather watch a movie and go to bed at 11 and get up the next morning to do yoga and hike up a mountain. If she is your girlfriend but still wants to go nightclub dancing, it’s because she wants to go show herself off to other guys and sleep until 3 in the afternoon. Yecch.
The decent women are out there, and you can find them, and leave the nightclub dancing girls sleeping until 3 in the afternoon to the sort of man who is suited to them. Water finds its own level.
One more story — I remember when I lived in the Boston area, the lady who cut my hair, a relatively attractive prole woman in her early 30’s, was complaining that she could not find any guys who would commit to her, settle down with her, and so on. I said to her, “Well, there’s a Linux convention coming up this weekend. You could go to that and meet all kinds of eligible single men who make a good income and are ready to settle down.”
She wrinkled her nose and said, “Yecch, nerds.” There you go. She didn’t even consider even looking there for one second. Whatever she ended up with, I’m sure she richly deserved it.