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In addition to writing my blog posts, shit-posting on Twitter, making my videos on Youtube, doing shows with Masculine Geek and Jack Napier, working a full time job, and hanging out on Saturdays with Mr. Skelton, I’ve also been seeing 3 or 4 different women. I don’t know where I get the time in all honesty. Maybe I’m burning the candle at both ends. I probably am, but fuck it, you only live once, so you might as well make the most of it.

One of the things that has showed up with all of the women that I’ve been seeing is this:

They all think I’m amazing. Now this isn’t meant to sound like a humble-brag, that’s not my intention. It’s just an observation I’ve had from all of the women. Now just a little backstory on these women:

I’ve met all of them online, and they are all fairly close to my age. They range from 40 to 43. Two of them are divorced, single mothers, and two of them don’t have children for one reason or another.

I can hear the screams and the shouts of outrage from the peanut gallery now, “Rob! You don’t give single mothers the time of day! You don’t have anything to do with them!” And so on and so forth. Guys, I’m not “wifeing” any of them up, nor am I getting into LTR’s with any of them either. Give it a rest, I know what I’m doing. Maybe this is one of those “Let ’em burn” moments for me. I’ve said multiple times on Twitter, “I’m the posterboy of what NOT to do,” so keep that in mind.

What I’ve found is that they are fun to be around, they are about as well adjusted as any woman can be, and man, are they lusty.

I’m starting to get sidetracked here, so let’s get back on target.

Where was I? Oh yes, the whole “I’m amazing” bit. The funny thing is, I’m not going out of my way to do anything special or unique. I’m not “pulling out all the stops” or anything like that. I’m just doing me.

I take them by the hand and lead them where I want to go. I don’t ask them permission to hold their hands, I don’t ask permission to kiss them, I put my arm around their waist when I’ve escorted them through the occasional door, and I’ve been the one to decide where we are going if we are going out for the most part. Once we figure out the day that we want to get together, I start throwing times at them that I’ll meet up with them, that work for me. Then it’s just a matter of deciding what time works best.

It has been blowing these women away, and honestly, I don’t really understand it. Aren’t all guys “like that?” Apparently not. Now granted, maybe these women made a whole bunch of poor choices when it comes to dating and in some cases, marrying the men that they chose. I’m not going to eliminate that possibility. I’m sure that factors in somewhere to some degree.

But fucking really? Are guys that inept? Is the bar really that low? Are women’s expectations so few? Is it really that shitty out there in the dating world? Understand this: I’m literally nobody. I’m a short, bald dude who is maybe average in looks. Same with my dress. Nothing too fancy or too flashy, but at least my clothing fits and it isn’t loose-ass t-shirts, cargo shorts, and flip flops. I’m not fat, but I’m not “buff” either. I’m truly just “average.”

I would almost think that I met these women from the same neighborhood, or even the same family. Their experiences with the men in their pasts seem that abyssmal and almost identical. The thing is, they aren’t from the same family or neighborhood, and one of them is from another country. If I can do something as simple as hold their hand without asking, or lead them to where I want to sit, eat, or go, and they are blown away by it, guys, you have no excuse to not get out there if you are single and start absolutely killing it.

So what are you waiting for?

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