(02-11-2013 04:17 PM)HeyPete Wrote: (02-11-2013 03:52 PM)aphelion Wrote: I'd like to see the post where he came up with the $200,000 figure. Not that I disbelieve it, in fact it seems highly[/align] plausible, but I want to see the engineworks.
It's a small nugget in Solomon IIs writings. I remember reading it too, when Roosh linked his works a couple of weeks ago, but I have no idea how to find it.
It wasn't anything scientific. Just added up dinners, gifts, etc. and multiplied it by however long an average hot woman is hot.
Formatting sucks. Copy pasted from pdf.
"Proverb 19: Friend, Lover, PayPal
by Dalrock
Fall 2010 by Solomon II
I like to fuck around as much as the next guy. Today’s women have made a mockery of all
that is feminine, virtuous, trustworthy, and sane – rendering them good for little more than
being a warm, willing, fleshy depository for my little swimmers. It’s 2010 and your average
woman no longer sees her place as in the home or as a devoted wife and mother, but at least
she has no problem finding her place on a stranger’s cock. Two steps back, one orgasmic
step forward.
It’s as if the entire gender is determined to self destruct.
But alas, I too have needs that go beyond the physical. I do enjoy having a serious girlfriend
and being in a committed relationship when I bump into a woman who doesn’t make me want
to hang myself with my own entrails.
When I do turn off the logical side of my brain and step into the fairytale land of wonder and
make believe that is inherently female, we hang out quite a bit. We generally see each other
three days during the week minimum, and spend our entire weekends together. A mini
marriage of sorts.
No complaints. I like it.
But what would this blog be if I didn’t bitch about women? Boring. That’s what. That’s
why I get three times more hits on a post like “Top 10 Lies Women Tell” than I do on the
follow up “Stealth”. If I had called it “Stealth: Because Women are Disgusting Whores”, I
probably would have had more than a measly 198 views over the weekend.
I’m sure you’re expecting me to find the worst in an otherwise good situation yet again, so I
won’t let you down. As I skimmed my Bank of America online statement a few days ago, I
began to realize that I’m quite a dense fellow. I spent a few days crunching numbers, so I’ve
spent more time on this post than what its probably worth.
But I’m already balls deep into it now, so here goes. Here are a few actual thoughts that have
gone through my mind over the past few years during my interactions with serious, long term
girlfriends:
“For a vocalist, she sure has a great apartment. I wonder how she does it on a local artist’s
salary?” This thought crossed my mind as I was pulling out my debit card and purchasing
$272 worth of tickets to Disney World for us and her two nephews. Of course you can
double that with parking, food, etc.
“It’s nice that she offered me $6 for the valet. I don’t have any cash.” This thought crossed
my mind as I was in the midst of a $750 trip to San Antonio – a city I had zero interest in
visiting.
“I love this new iPhone she bought me for my birthday and the three new shirts. I’m
shocked. I didn’t think she made that kind of money.” This thought crossed my mind as I was
pulling out my debit card and laying out $120 for dinner (again) before stopping by the Opera
House for a show – another $138.
“She got laid off from her job and could afford to live on her own for 6 months until she
found a replacement gig. She must be good with her money.” This thought crossed my mind
as I was counting up my receipts totaling over $600 for a weekend we spent in California –
not including travel expenses. I later found out that I wasn’t the first boyfriend to fly her to
San Francisco that year. Some women just have what it takes, I guess.
I could go on and on and on with personal stories just like this.
Now these weren’t just random flings. They were my girlfriends. I never once had an ill
thought towards any of them or thought they were “too expensive”. I make good money and
never went in to debt for a woman, I had fun going on those trips, eating those dinners,
watching those movies, and seeing new places too. I didn’t complain then, and I’m not
bashing them now.
But what I realized after casually mentioning “Hey, where are YOU taking ME for dinner?”
only to hear a semi-joking response like “You’re the man. It’s your job to provide.” is that
men are getting a raw deal here. More often than not, a woman sees her long term boyfriend
as a friend, a lover, and a PayPal – a pal that pays for shit. In exchange, you get to be in a
relationship with them and enjoy the unique goodness of their effervescent persona.
Is it worth it? You be the judge. Here are my *actual numbers* for the past 18 months. I’m
averaging the costs of serious girlfriends only and I am NOT taking into consideration any
trips, birthdays, holidays, or special events. I am NOT accounting for the money I spend on
myself, i.e. a $100 dinner bill is logged as $50 for her half. This is the average of her true cost
of ownership:
This $11,442.30 is probably a conservative estimate because when in doubt on an expense, I
didn’t count it. If you add birthdays, holidays and vacations to this, the annual cost could
easily exceed $14,000. Multiply that by the number of years she’s been on her knees sucking
cock like it’s her job, and it’s safe to say that by the age of 30, most single women have had
nearly $200,000.00 pumped into their personal economy.
“I make my own money, I pay my own bills, I buy my own stuff, I’m a strong woman”.
Yeah. While enjoying a $200k subsidy, you narcissistic bitch.
So what has been the return on my investment? Good times, great memories, a lot of dirty
sex, a lot of passionate lovemaking, happiness, togetherness, and companionship from
women who eventually lied, cheated (or both), or couldn’t stop bitching – causing me to drop
them off on the curb like Tuesday’s garbage.
For only $9,880 per year I could get a different hooker each week from Craigslist and not
deal with the drama, lies, or incessant bitching. Then I could use the remaining $1,500 to
$4,120 to take a kick ass vacation and pick me up some of that notoriously easy American tail
from some vacationing slut who wants to “try something new”.
Perhaps it’s time for me to assess my ROI and demand the best bang for my buck. Your old
friend Solomon is officially stepping down as PayPal even in long term relationships until I
meet a lady who seamlessly blends strength, beauty, courage, and intelligence into a flawless
tapestry of femininity that I simply cannot live without.
If I ever meet her and she decides to take a chance on an asshole like me, I’ll become the
good man I used to be. What’s the male version of snowflaking? I guess I better figure that
one out just in case…"