Inside The University of Melbourne

Social media, ahh can’t avoid it nor live without it. As little as I do use it, sometimes on long flights over the pond where boredom sets in, there’s a part of me that thinks of creative ways to kill time.

Recently, I came across some friends from my schooling years that appeared on my feed.

They still lived in Melbourne and had a similar life to when I left. I’ve come to get used to this over the years so the disappointment of coming across this has worn off, however, I noticed a girl in one of the photos.

I remember her vaguely, as she was one loose girl whom a few of us had banged on a first year camp. I clicked on her profile and noticed how she was now engaged to a classmate of mine, small world.

It’s strange how the dumpster diving world works in Australia. Girls whom guys would often look down on due to their low self-esteem that needed validation through casual sex were now getting commitment from the guys that would be doing much better in any other part of the world.

I looked at some of the photos, him leaning into her, her more masculine than him and the beta-body language just revealed all about the dynamics of this relationship.

But this is the reality that so many face, they accepted they will be soft cuckolds committing to the used goods that guys like me used when they were tighter, hotter and younger. It took me an hour of banter over a beer to slam it raw, yet he gets to enjoy menopause with her.  What a lucky guy.

I thought long and hard, although I’ve been through a lot of fun with a lot of these pump and dump quality girls, I have to count myself lucky that I had a better idea of how dynamics between men and women worked before the feminist brainwashing era of today. Or maybe I would be one of those guys stuck in Melbourne and dating the skanks of yesterday whom are now seeking commitment after being filled up by dozens of randos.

The dating down will only get worse, the girls will only get sluttier, the whoredom will only get more and more accepted. Luckily, to a degree, I avoided this, I avoided the entitled nature of the girls there, I enjoyed intimacy, then I left and moved on to the next one without a worry in the world. I got out of the place where I felt would hinder my life.

Of course, there were some special snowflakes that I came across but my desire to explore and grow meant that there was nothing that was going to keep me trapped in that Toxic city.

But social media, thank you for confirming my thoughts.