So I'm 52, divorced and looking back on time to my days of Spring Break '85. They were the same as now except instead of running off with a tattood gangster thug at the end of the night , they ran off with the lawyers son in his 280Z. That and they never shaved the mound and didn't have fishing lures hanging out of their mouths and showing selfies on social media. Because there were none. Just the same...female nature was the same back then. Don't think your dad didn't put up with the same fucking shit trying to get to the golden V. I'd love to hear stories from guys in the 80's ( if they haven't blown their fucking brains out by now) and what they think of the current crop of girls in comparison. I truly feel for younger men these days . Even though you have a vastly expanded menu to choose from and easier ways of communicating, these younger women truly are a vile lot. Why anyone guy would commit his life to one of these psycho maniacs is beyond me. My advice is to try to avoid the hairy prospect unless it is a hot escort. Invest in yourself and your interests and don't feed the ego of these hungry crocs. They do not love you. They cannot love you the way you are programmed to love her. Just live your dreams. Buy a good fleshlight. And when you find your little angel snowflake unicorn powdered sugar vagina, RUN don't walk away. She will fuck you over because she can. Women get choices. Men do not and we never will. You are a utility to them. This is nothing new, it has always been this way. Life goes fast but much faster for women. Let them crash and burn. Live for yourself and one day you can sit back with a whisky in hand comfortably watching the female dumpster fires happen all around you. If only I had the information and balls to do it way back then I'd be much happier today.