Sometimes, I feel like I would be in a relationship right now if I had a better job, or at least (gasp) a fucking career of some kind.  Men and women differ pretty radically on the importance of fiscal stability when it comes to potential partners.  Men see a nice-looking girl who’s funny and into what they’re into, and generally don’t even think of whether or not she has a good job.  “Oh, she works at Wienerschnitzel?  What’s your point?”

But for ladies, it’s a whole different story, and I’d be fooling myself if I didn’t think that my lack of a good-paying job didn’t have something to do with the fact that I’m single again for the time being.  Women are willing to overlook a LOT as long as you’re getting paid, and if you’re not, well…your good qualities really don’t seem to matter as much.

Call me cynical, but it’s a fact that your worth as a man is measured in large part by the size of your paycheck, more so even than the size of your dick, which in my case is adequate, but the paycheck is not.

I’m a good guy.  I don’t drink to get drunk, I don’t do drugs and never have, I’m not a liar, a cheater, or a beater.  I am reasonably good-looking.  However, I don’t have a good job, and I don’t know if I ever will.  I can’t afford to even get my car running.

So, that’s what you’re in for if you decide you want to get with me, ladies.  I’ll love you and support you, and I’ll do anything within reason to make you happy, and we’ll have a lot of fun. But I won’t be making big bucks.  Put yourself at peace with that fact before we get serious, please.