@Wahmyn Life is for living. Where would the fun be if you dressed up, got picked up and taken out if you couldn't then be thoroughly spoiled? You have to let go and enjoy dates. You want to feel well provided for and a good man wants to know he has catered for your every whim.

Its not like you go on a date every night. I am thinking that as you say the pre diabetes is probably more a result of day to day life stress. It will be things like you feel stressed going to work so you pick up a large sweet latte on the way and maybe have another with donuts at 11? Then you are tired when you get home and have some cookies. You post a few things and see those incels saying unkind thigs and you eat some chocolate, then later you are scrolling through your exes' socials and see photos of them with young girls those pervs should not be with, so you need a tub of ice cream. Its the stress of modern life that does it.

How is your health insurance. Metformin will probably do the trick until you can get a good man to provide for you and relax a bit.

With roughly 5 minutes left of Saint Patrick's Day, I'm ignoring all other conversations to continue a dot reds tradition which is also part of the dot red bylaws and shit. I'll get back to other stuff some other time.

the leprechaun joke!

It was Saint Patrick's Day in Boston. A young man of Irish descent entered a bar to celebrate. He saw a little dude in a green suit sitting at the bar drinking.

"Nah, can't be." he thought to himself.

He sat down next to the little guy and started drinking. After an hour or two, the young man couldn't stand it any longer.

"I can't believe I'm asking this, but are you a leprechaun?"

The midget in the green suit replied, "sure n' begorrah, I be a leprechaun."

The youth grabbed the little guy by the shoulder. "Well I just caught ya! Do I get your pot of gold?"

"Nay, laddie, 'tis no pot of gold, but t'ree wishes. But thar be a catch: ye have to let me fuck ye in the arse."

"No way! I'm not gay!"

"Think aboot it, laddie! It's t'ree wishes! And they can be for anyt'ing!! Ain't that worth aboot 20 minutes of pain?"

The youngster finished his beer. "Fuck it. I know the manager, and he'll let us use one of the store rooms upstairs. Let's do this. I want my three wishes!"

A few minutes later, they're in that room, and the little man in the green suit is pounding away on the young man's ass.

"So what's yer name, lad?"

"Nnngh! Michael!"

"And how old are ye, Michael?"

"AAAAAAGH! 23!"

"Isn't 23 a little old to be believing in leprechauns, Michael?"

Begining to revert back to an incel trying to revert back to self improvement isn't enough. I feel frustrated and annoyed and kind of depressed now. I work out 3-4 times a day eat right dress right do cold approaches yet I fail. I can't find what's wrong. I do want to be that hot guy who gets his dms filled with chicks hitting on him but all I feel is dead. One thing I have learnt is you can never be a finished product you are always changing and evolving but these chicks want a finished product it's so hard tryna bang or get into an ltr as a guy in gen z I genuinely believe I should start paying for a hooker and if I really want children just marry a chick from the third world. I am making most of which the cards which I'm dealt with but don't seem to be enough. Warm approaches for me are a rare occurance.