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Originally Posted by
Arleus 
You swore off women for the sake of audiophilia? You, Sir, are a greater man than I.
Well, not totally...it's just that a committed relationship is way, way, way more expensive than most people think. I still have a lot of female friends (without benefits, mind you), but of course I know them well. And, well, instead of it being able to inform my strategy to snag one, it made me think all the effort's not worth what I get out of it.And it's not like it was only for my way of enjoying music. Another point of argument was hwo she didn't like me riding bikes, despite the fact that I'm more into CBRs than Choppers,* and those I've dated interpret that as selfish behaviour (what if you crash?!)* But, when they go out and get plastered, and I know men are sharks, I pick them up after work but I don't drink in there, I'm "cramping their style," as opposed to making sure that 1) they're not hitching a ride with someone drunk and 2) she won't wake up next to somebody she doesn't even know.** Or one wants to have a date to watch Sebastian Bach (hott guy from Skid Row, not the long-dead composer), but I'm a prick for watching Epica because she suspects I'm mentally wanking off to the vocalist. I'm not jealous that she likes a guy with golden locks, why can't I watch a lady headbanging with long red hair in Amsterdam?! Not like she's dancing half-naked on a window negotiating what I can get for 100 Euros, *******it (well, OK, she was singing and I wanted to spend $1,500++ to fly there, watch the show, then go home in a week.)
Plus, I've also seen posts that go, "FS: (insert [car] audio gear or fast toy here)....RFS: Need space in trunk for baby/Need funds for baby/Need to make way for a baby room/Wife doesn't like it/Wife hates the noise/" or worse, "Divorced, need to settle/pay alimony/she got the house, I'm now in a 1-room apartment..." So basically I decided, "**** I better quit while I'm ahead."
*They lump hauling a bike to the track on a trailer and riding at high speed BUT with full protective gear and tire walls all over in the same bin as riding a bike cross country wearing only a leather vest with spikes and chains sticking out of it, sunglasses and no helmet, and a shotgun in the back. But they like going to places in the country where they might encounter someone who's more like a real Hell's Angel, like guys drunk on home-brewed hard liquor who've never seen real women dressed up as on TV (if they even have TV.)
**Story from college: girls gets plastered, boyfriend's chauffeur picks her up. Next day she calls her guy and with a dreamy voice tells him how amazing he was the night before, but of course the guy was in another city doing field work for a term paper. Go figure.