Subj : Re: (none)
To   : Mcdoob
From : Atreyu
Date : Sat Jan 29 2022 04:37:47

On 29 Jan 22  01:27:46, Mcdoob said the following to All:

M> I literally cannot tell you married men how jealous I am. Well, maybe I
M> could. But I'd prefer not to...

Let me tell you a story my friend. An eyewitness account of marriage.

Sure, the idea of marriage is wonderful. Love and sex. Sex sex sex. Fuck
all morning. All afternoon. All night. She tells you she loves you and it 
really "means something". The honeymoon phase. *That* is what you would love
to have. Its what I would love to have too... really.

It just seems the moment she says "yes" to your romantic proposal it all
goes downhill... women turn into total godzilla beastly things over planning
a wedding. They may TELL you they're fine with your idea of a small wedding.
BULL SHIT. The wedding must equal that of the fucking royal family especially
if she's Italian. You have no say in the wedding. Its her, her family, her 
relatives, her best friend that she had promised to be a part of everything.

Marriage also means putting up with a wife's in-laws, share a house where
you can no longer fart or scratch yourself or have any privacy until she's
gone for a moment, and generally having someone living with you having a
constant opinion about your life. A life that, up until that "I do" moment,
was perfectly fine. Women almost always want to change a man after marriage...
are never happy with just a life of a neverending honeymoon. The sex sex sex
eventually turns into sex. Then random sex. Then sex a few times a month. Then
whenever its convenient to fit into her schedule.

You think you're gonna get away with dressing in a faded Judas Priest shirt
and ripped jeans and spend an afternoon working on a car you're trying hard to
restore for the summer, or videogaming, or watching a movie you want to see...
forget it. You now do those things based on her schedule... if you watch a
movie your lovely wife no longer shuts up and lets you simply enjoy it, she
must now begin to talk about non-movie-related things during YOUR movie.

You can no longer enjoy dropping your paycheck on cars, video gamery, hi-fi
stereo equipment, computer upgrades or whatever makes you happy. You can't 
even enjoy a case of beer, a bottle of booze. Your paycheck must now take
into account "her interests". You come home with an expensive toy that you
bought with YOUR MONEY and suddenly you're "selfish". But when she blows her 
dough on herself on whatever, how DARE you criticise her whatsoever.

Not to mention the rediculous overpriced house with a stupid mortgage or two
equally rediculous SUV's parked in the driveway with stupid payments or some
awful stupid cottage in the Muskokas where you never get to just go and relax,
theres *always something* that needs to be worked on.

I'm not booking 2 weeks of precious vacation time from work to go up north...
to fix a stupid roof. With a lovely wife suggesting what I'm doing "wrong". 
Because you know, she's now Mike Holmes the construction expert.

To say nothing about how some married women lose their looks, there is no
more incentive to remain attractive for you, because what for? The marriage
was accomplished... like some sort of mission in a tactical combat unit.

Marriage? PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. Happy with casual dating, thank you.

Atreyu

--- Renegade vY2Ka2
 * Origin: Joey, do you like movies about gladiators? (21:1/176)

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