Sharing saves money, one of the big reasons why people live together. In the end, the balance goes to less money spend per person. If sharing costs money you should've paid more attention in Economics.
PS. this is my last response to you, I rolled my eyes enough.
I mean at the end of the day both parties are partaking...how much does the amount of time/effort a woman spend getting ready for you or getting her hair/nails done regularly to impress you cost?
Most guys have no idea.
You have to be trolling lol. An average first date in my city ranges from 50-100 dollars. I also prospected off the apps so bad dates were pretty common due to the volume and low barriers to entry.
So you get low quality expensive bad dates from dating apps.
That's why I don't use dating apps. And when I take a woman out of drinks, I've done enough preselection to know that it's going to be a great night out, which I will enjoy
regardless the outcome. If you only go out to find sex, you don't really enjoy going out.
Either way, it still costs money. You are spending money to maintain and keep her interest.
No, I don't need to spend money to maintain and keep her interest. You must be truly uninteresting company if you have to throw money at women to keep them around you.
So you aren’t just meeting women for the first time and saying nice shoes let’s fvck and bringing them back to your place.
I would never say, 'nice shoes'. I say, 'you make me curious how you'd look wrapped in my ropes'. And she says, 'But-but, I don't know you', which, of course, prompts me to get her to invite me for drinks where she can pump me.
For information, of course. Get your mind out of the gutter.
You are investing time, energy, and money.
It's only 'investing' if you are dependent on some particular outcome. Like sex.
I go dancing with women to dance with women.
I enjoy dancing with women, feeling them close to me, feeling them follow my lead.
My joy is not dependent on whether we have sex after dancing.
Just swaying across the floor with this gorgeous creature is my pleasure.
No time like the present.
You go to a nightclub. You stand in the queue, pay the entry, you shuffle stiffly around the dance floor to spot hotties that make the high entry prize worth the money. You schmooze up a woman you want to 'smash', she realises you're a walking wallet that can get her drinks for free, you ply her with drinks and try to impress her with your studied nonchalant display of affluence that shows her you're a high value man, someone she should follow, but that requires that you also have to pay for all the drinks and generously tip the bartender and the bouncer as you lead her to the taxi and when you arrive at her doorstep she feigns fatigue and sends you on your way with a chaste kiss on the cheek.
And your 'investment' didn't come to fruition, because you didn't get to fvck her. So you're bitter and angry about wasting an evening on a flake.
And you're pissed off that I don't have to jump through those hoops in order to get sex.