All the successful brothers I know, who are not in relationships with the ones they came up with, are on
mode.
They go on dates/meet women and inside they're just
I'm getting there myself. I cut this chick off last week cause she questioned where I parked when we went out to Navy Pier.
Her: Why you park right here? You couldn't park on the 3rd level?
Me:
Get in the car. *deletes number while driving*
I aint even think twice about her once i dropped her off, then I pulled up to the gas station and another one struck up a conversation with me about my car, and put her number in my phone. Wants to come over and cook for me and go to The Art Institute later.
It's a revolving door now, and I know it's got nothing to do with me, it's the things I have. I didn't have these things 10 years ago. I was fresh out of HS and broke.
Now, I'm turning into an asshhole and Im getting away with it because there's an endless amount of women in this city and they're socialites who only care about appearances/vanity.
Hopefully I get a grip before I turn into old boy from the Best Buy thread. I'm already cutting chicks off over parking spaces and dinner selections. But there's always another one ready to replace them, so until that changes, I'll keep envying the ones that got their queens already.
No fronting they love is on another level, but the GMB movement is staring me down too. I don't want to end up on the wrong side of that situation either.
shyt is just internally taxing, and I don't know what the answer is.