Alright, don’t laugh! Jessica Biel! 
There isn’t a day I don’t fantasize about this woman.
It should be illegal to be that sexy. 
How do you know what sort of a date she’d be? You’re not talking about dates here, you’re just talking about looks. Some absolutely gorgeous women can be terrible dates - especially if they have nothing to offer aside from their looks.
I really don’t care about a woman’s personality, opinions, thoughts, or beliefs. They’re all mental idiots by my book.
I just go with looks. For me women are adult sized children. There isn’t much to them mentally as they are more shallow than rain puddles.
For me women serve only one purpose and exist solely for the pleasure of men. 
No wonder you think you need money to get a woman. The type of women you want—good looking with no substance—can be bought almost anywhere.
You’d think that stat, but half the time they look nothing like the picture and want to tell you about their childhood.
Hell, average looking women or even the ugly ones for that matter all fashion themselves delusionally as superstars where they only want men with an abundance of wealth.
You can’t win either way as a poor bloke.
They’ve all become like that. Don’t sit here with the whole holier than art thou attitude. Pshh…
Anyways, I didn’t want the thread to turn into this. That’s what my other thread in the psychology forum is for.
This is all about posting pictures of your dream date or women. Kapeesh? 
Here’s a real woman Ty. Breaking that ice would be an accomplishment worth of a true ubermench.
Why wouldn’t you expect simple conversation from simple women? If that’s the sort of woman you’re looking for, that’s what you’ll get. You’d only have reason to bitch if you went into the date expecting more.
Scarlett Johansson - The ultimate threesome would be her and Jessica Biel together in one room.
I could die a very happy man in that scenario.
Fuck that. Club that bitch against her head and leave her at the curb.
I’d be surprised if you could find a woman who could tolerate conversation with you. You’d definitely need to pay.
I try simple coutreous conversation, but I always get the your a stalker, creep, nerd, dumbass, loser, and so on responses.
It’s because I don’t own a fancy car, possess a fancy high paying job, or dress in Armani attire. Fuck these bitch ass tricks! I know what they’re all about and your level of fictional sentimental bullshitting isn’t going to change my mind.
Oh, please stop! You have no idea how I approach women.
You think I approach them with my philosophical notions on them? I don’t. I try to be courteous and it always ends badly. Fuck off with your assumptions.
People think men like me become this way overnight. We don’t. Were conditioned to be this way overtime through a great deal of misfortunes and misery.
No, it’s because you’re an idiot and proud of it.
What the fuck ever! You don’t know anything about me in real life beyond the internet. You have no idea what I’ve been through or how I condone myself.
You’re grasping at straws.
Emma Stone
Does the whistle
Ty, I drive a 2006 nissan sentra, I’ve been unemployed for like 2 years, and I don’t own a single piece of armani. I get more ass than a toilet seat. The real reason why you’re having trouble is because you refuse to lie. Just fucking lie man. Tell them they’re special, and that you just can’t put your finger on what it is that makes you soooo attracted to them, then give em a few standard compliments, “you’re pretty” “you’re smart” “you’re not like all those other girls who have less class and who are less attractive than you”, “I’ve always wanted to find someone to be with that I could have a lasting relationship with”, “it’s wrong the way women have to fight twice as hard for the same as what a man gets”, “that’s a great movie”…you get the idea. I mean, if everything you’re saying now is causing them to run and hide, just reverse that shit. maybe…if you’re coming off as confident there are you do here, tone that shit down a notch. Let the bitch feel like she’s winning. Don’t put em on the hot seat about politics and religion. Learn the words to some top 40 songs and get drunk and sing them with hos present, and tell em you love brittney spears but only before she went all whorish. I mean come on man this shit is basic. I feel like I’m trying to explain how to make toast and you’re not getting it. Making toast is so simple that I can’t come up with a simpler explanation. Get a polo and some khakis, talk about the songs on the radio. No matter what you do, avoid conversations about philosophy, politics, society, government, economics, science, religion, or anything else controversial. Women hate that shit and they will run faster than you believe to get our of earshot of that kind of shit.
You’re also a financially successful drug dealer Smears. Sorry, can’t put a one up on me. I’ve played this game way too many times. Not my first rodeo.
Besides, I’m not worried or feeling bad. I have an abundance of hookers and prostitutes all over the world to service me. I’ve never been better. I’m sexually liberated one might say. 
I just like poking fun of women and their so called innocence by contrast to men that they constantly play the victim of when in reality they are the victimizers.
Anywho…
But who’s responsible for that? You could do just as many things as anyone else to get money. And what is financially successful anyway? A couple of stacks in the bank? I don’t own a house or have a retirement, I have almost 70k in student loans, and my car is a 2006 nissan sentra. Put all that into perspective and I"m really not doing that well at all.
$50,000.00 or more a year. Just ask any attractive woman. They’ll let you know the price of their social and sexual companionship whether they are a professional hooker on the street or a unprofessional trophy wife hooker through marriage. It’s all the same.
The reason you’re broke is because you think 50k is a lot of money. Man if you hung out with me for one week I could get you laid at least a couple of times. Just remember, no intelligent convo, no putting them on the hot seat about who they are or what they believe, and you gotta lie lie lie. Then you get the gushy goodness.