So the last girl I fooled around with, prior to getting remarried, had a notch count of 12 ( so she said).. She had spent her twenties living in a big metropolitan city and then traveling the world. So I multiplied it by 2 making it closer to 24. Anyway she was a cute girl, 34, and desperately wanted to get married. Red-pill me knew she was cute enough for pump/dump but not commitment. Anyway fast forward 5 years and I'm in the grocery store and look over at this young woman and think to myself "shit, that chick looks like she's one step away from being a mentally ill bag lady"How to conquer this self-destructive solipsism? I don't know, but I suspect the answer lies in convincing girls that they have agency. I suspect it lies in teaching them that their actions have consequences, that their decisions matter, and that things don't ever "just happen" for no reason.
I then do a double-take and recognize her as my old fling. Went over, shot the breeze, and came to the realization that she literally had gone over the edge and become bat shit insane. The lies of feminism, unattached sex, and her age - all had collided and created a human train wreck.
Far too many women float through their 20s on their youthful beauty and their emotions, never grasping that they will soon be the lonely, crazy-eyed, thin-haired, over-painted 30-something they now regard with contempt if they don't decide upon one man and make a life with him.
There is nothing women ruin with such predictability as their own lives.