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There is some sense in your words... I haven't thought about it even but you are right as before the internet and social networks a girl was proposed by one or two guys and chose. But didn't have such a great choice of guys all over the world as nowadays. But it is not the only reason. First of all, demands of girls have grown and their status in society. They know their so called " price" and wait for those who will offer more. And guys compete with each other: one has presented flowers, the other one perfume, car, flat....etc.
I seriously can't relate to this view of yours, at all. It doesnt even come up on my radar.
The truth is I've NEVER in m life ever worried about what other guys are doing, who my so-called competition is etc. It doesnt come on my radar, never has even when i was at chode status. Every single fucking time i'm with a girl she has may attention, I make sure as if instinctively (not really a conscious effort for me) she feels desired. They get hooked, I don't worry about who else they may be talking to UNLESS we're in a relationship and there are signs things aren't going well in which case I can sit in that anxiety or take that as a cue that I am letting myself slip and re-invest in myself knowing the relationship will likely improve again as a result.
Buy a women with stuff? Ew. No thanks. You can do that trying to win their affection with things while I am dating them, sleeping with them etc.
2-3 weeks into dating my current girl she's been dropping obvious hints she wants exclusivity. I am not cocky I am just that confident I have what it takes, even IF my life isn't all that together. I probably exude this confidence in what I sub communicate to her. I lay down with her, she's got her face in my chest smelling me, I grab her ass without apprehension, squeeze a bit, run my hand up and down the back of her thigh in an assertive manner. I pull her left leg over my right hip so her pussy is close enough to feel how hard I am -i make 0 apologies. I am in control, I am navigating her and filing her mind with anticipation. I don't fuck her. I know exactly what I am doing (and I want her too) - giving her the female equivalent of "blue balls". I leave her with tension, she goes home texting me all the stuff she was too shy to say to my face, the raunchy little slut in her comes out. I've set the stage for our next meet, and she has the next several days at work to be all hot and bothered thinking about my touching her, being inside her. Its perfectly natural, i sit in my masculine, she's in her feminine and i can tell you she's dripping wet in anticipation and the high I get KNOWING i can have it (and sometimes not taking it) only to regulate the tension to whatever level i want.