Dealing with family re: AW
Had dinner at parents house over the weekend.
Mother informs me that freakishly tall, pudgy funny looking kid from down the street just got married to a pretty girl he met on match.com.
Match.com of course is now the "magic bullet", because they match you up to your perfect partner. Match.com must be wonderful, because it found a pretty girl for funny looking kid down the street (I'm sure the fact that he makes over 6 figures playing lawyer has absolutely nothing to do with it).
I then provided a reality check, explaining about match.com being sued for employing people to string along paying members in order to keep up their subscriptions, also fake profiles (Mom's response "You mean you have to pay to use match.com?" ) I didn't get the chance to get into most every girl that is above a 4/10 has at any given time 10-15 guys in her life that would like to meet her, date her, fuck her, and maybe eventually marry her. This leaves mostly fuglo's, weirdo's, crazies....for the internet.
Then I hear "Well I can get one of my friends from church to set you up....". At this point, I hit the ceiling. A set up is just as bad, or even worse than the fucking internet....probably worse I think as you have to bear it gracefully as someone in your life shoves a 300 pound whale at you (sight unseen) in the hopes that you the "nice guy" will marry the pathetic thing.
At this point, I informed Mother that when I get Goddamn good and ready (in other words start to make money) I will go and get a nice girl from Eastern Europe.
Mother then informs me that I haven't given American girls "a chance"-I guess 1984 to more or less the present wasn't enough.
I then recited the litany-American Women bring:
A 60% chance of divorce (and financial ruin for the man)
A 30-40% chance of female infidelity (my personal guesstimate-I extrapolate it from the following, which is documented)
A 10-15% chance of delivering a child that is not biologically yours.
At this point, Father begins screaming at us to shut the fuck up, and having flashbacks to when he was bigger than I am, I complied, before getting into greedy, materialistic, domineering, using sex as a weapon (OK I probably wouldn't have brought that up to Mom), having their cake and eating it too.....
Overall-not fun.
My parting action was trying to teach Mother how to say in Russian: "Tell me please, where is Red Square?". The look on her face when a string of Russian came out of my mouth was priceless. In other words: YES I'm serious about what I am saying
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