Hey ladies! Think about this: You women CHOOSE the crack/meth/dope addict who fathers your children and doesn't pay child support! You CHOOSE to believe the married man's bullshit promise to leave his wife for you, ya homewrecker! You CHOOSE to fall for the player who ruins your life and deflowers your precious petunia! Life is full of choices, both good and bad. You've already met me: I am the perpetually available guy all of you bitches pass up, sneer at, tease, use, and play for a chump to boost your little egos. Opposite to all the men you CHOOSE, I am NOT assertive, aggressive, controlling, manipulative, or abusive; however, and most damning of all, I am NOT financially "$ecure" enough to appease your shallow, self-serving needs. I don't have any "BAGGAGE." I cook for myself, clean my place, do my own laundry, and have never looked for ANY woman to replace my mommy. You meet me every day or I'll answer your personal ads--yet I do not possess the magic powers to light your panties on fire. All my life, you have all passed over me for the schmuck who knows how to say exactly what you want to hear, and then I get to listen to you bimbos bitch about everything. Looking for someone to blame? The nearest mirror holds the answer! You refuse to accept any responsibility for your circumstances! Well, boo fucking hoo! I'm more normal and desirable than any of you will ever know, because you are all too shallow and materialistic to notice. I'm in my mid-'30s now and may not ever get laid, but at least my life isn't the fucking pathetic car wreck that your lives are.

--Anonymous