When will dating stop being so hard for Gen Z?

Forget the Hollywood fantasy of smirking Casanovas armed with killer one-liners and perfectly tousled hair under neon lights.

They ask for advice, and there’s no jealousy poisoning the well.

Every word out of your mouth felt like a confession at gunpoint. You’d be sweating bullets, trying to sound like some paragon of virtue, knowing full well he was picturing you as the scumbag who’d ruin his daughter’s life.

What kind of person does a narcissist hate?

They’d answer with a voice like gravel and demand to know your name, your intentions, your SAT score—hell, maybe even your blood type.

If I’d had the choice back then, you can bet your ass I’d have taken the easy way out. But here’s the ugly truth, my friend: all this convenience comes with a price. The grit, the effort, the goddamn humanity of it all has been gutted, leaving behind a sterile, hollow shell.

If there are less guys approaching women - to the point where 50% of guys your age

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And now? Now, you just swipe left or right. No awkward calls. No interrogation from dad. No sweaty palms gripping the receiver like a lifeline. It’s all neat, sanitized, and gutless.

Dropped out of the dating scene

As a 48-year-old Sugar Daddy, I’ve seen the battlefield from both trenches, and let me tell you—it’s a hell of a vantage point.

What if the girl says that drama about you dating here? Is that a bad sign?

That means - you’ve got almost ZERO competition. You need to start trying. I’ve got dozens of videos with GenZ women complaining about you not trying. Extremely hot - Gen Z chicks.

So, I dug in, peeled back the layers of this sociocultural onion, and yeah, I’ve figured it out. I know why men aren’t stepping up. And more importantly, I know how to fix it.

If you’ve got a reason for NOT approaching women - don’t watch my videos…

Why do some of those who believe in a god refuse to consider the possibility they could be wrong?

Now, sugar dating? That’s a different beast. It’s refreshingly laid back—a strange, unspoken contract of mutual honesty and boundary-free conversation.

Either way, the clock was ticking, and every passing second chipped away at your already tenuous grip on sanity.

Right now, your natural instinct is to give me a “reason” why you can’t.

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It sucked. It was a bloodsport—a gladiatorial brawl for your dignity where the odds were stacked against you, the crowd was jeering, and the lions were already licking their chops.

All of this is GOOD NEWS! It should seem obvious, but from your perspective, its not.

Both groups—Millennials and Gen Z—are grumbling the same refrain:

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And let’s say, by some unholy miracle, you got her number. Don’t start celebrating yet, cowboy—you were still deep in the trenches.

They spill their secrets, their heartbreaks, their schemes, and their dreams.

And there was no goddamn escape hatch. No apps to swipe your failures away, no digital armor to protect your ego. You were exposed, raw and bleeding, stranded in the harsh fluorescent light of reality. You’d sit there, a monument to your own humiliation, drowning in the bitter cocktail of shame and regret.

If my heart stopped beating, would I have enough energy to walk out into the other room 20 ft away before I passed out and died?

I used to date Millennials until they hit the “expiration date.” The youngest Millennials are 29 now—aging out of the sugar scene and into therapy. (The more bitter ones will be in this answer’s comment section)

her dad. If she lived at home—and most of them did back then

I listen. I guide. Sometimes I protect.

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I’ve ridden this wave long enough to see a generational shift.

he’d be the one to pick up.

First of all - I am not selling anything. I am not a “coach.” I don’t want your money. I’m good. I’ve got videos of me in my Lamborghini Huracan, and Ferrari California to prove it.

How would you feel about your husband allowing a mutual friend to see you naked and exposed to show off your pussy?

And let me tell you, fathers in those days weren’t just protective; they were full-blown sentinels guarding the gates of hell.

Don’t put your loser negativity in the comment section.

**guys don’t approach me!**

The people who are 'allergic' to humans - BBC

But when you finally did muster the nerve to dial, you’d hit another goddamn wall:

I wasn’t suprised…The girls I date are stunners, the kind of women who turn sidewalks into catwalks. Of course guys don’t approach them. Guy’s DON’T approach dimes—they’re terrified.

In short - you’ve just got no game - but its not your fault.

Why does my narcissistic ex told me that he f*cked and sleep with other woman and then at the end says that it also happened because of me?

Save it for your incel group.

The only mercy was time—time to stew, time to replay every stumble, time to promise yourself you’d never be that stupid again. And then, inevitably, you’d do it all over.

Buckle up, because this is a cocktail of hard-earned wisdom, poor decisions, and a willingness to wade waist-deep into the absurdities of modern dating.

Has anyone ever really waited that long and gotten a paper check mailed 20 days ago?

That’s the gauntlet we came from—the crucible of humiliation and raw, unfiltered chaos. The one we survived.

If you’re serious about learning how to approach women, then, I’m here to help. Again, I am not selling anything, I don’t want your money - I’m good.

Virgins

I can not sleep. what is the problem?

Then it’d come—the rejection, sharp and merciless, cutting through the smoky haze of the room like a knife through your soul. But that wasn’t the worst part, oh no. The worst part was the *spectacle*. Her friends would swoop in like vultures, eyes gleaming, ready to eviscerate what little was left of you. You weren’t just rejected; you were a public execution.

First came the mental gymnastics of when to call.

That first "uh, hey" would leave your lips, shaky and desperate, and she’d glance at you like you were a stray dog begging for scraps.

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But as I listened more and started connecting dots, I realized this wasn’t just a hot-girl problem.

What I am is a dude who’s actually concerned with this problem, and, I can help. For free.

What should I do to stop being angered easily?

Enter Gen Z, a new crop of frustrated souls, but the frustration is eerily familiar.

In the 90’s - you didn’t have a choice - cold approaching was just what you had to do.

Too soon, and you’d look desperate.

And you would. Oh, you absolutely *would*.

For a solid decade, I was neck-deep in the pick-up artist scene. Yes, it works—and by "works," I mean becoming a swaggering, dopamine-addled caricature of a man. You learn the tricks, the lines, the rhythms of a social dance that’s as contrived as a daytime infomercial. But here’s the rub: it turns you into an unholy blend of desperation and bravado—a full-tilt douchebag with a veneer of charisma. Eventually, you start to hate your own reflection. That’s when I bailed.

It’s an epidemic.

It’s a strange, paternalistic partnership, and God help me, I actually enjoy it.

Wait too long, and she’d forget you even existed.

No, it was more like strapping on a blindfold, stepping into a minefield, and praying you didn’t explode into a million pathetic pieces.

These girls, they open up in ways you don’t see in “normal” dating.