 What kind of question is this? I think I have to answer that. Mothers and daughters, we don't talk about this. Ma, ¿cuánta gente tú has vos mío con? Yo desde mí me voy a acordar desde ese. Era puta en Cuba, cómo hago al ello de eso. To me and he said, you're so beautiful. Can I have your number? And I said, haha, no. And he said, oh, playing hard to get. And I said, haha, no. I'm simply not interested in you. And he said, why can't you just be nice and give me your number? And I said, oh, why did I think of that? I changed my mind all of a sudden. Of course you can have my number. Let me put it in your phone for you. And he said, really? I said yes, but it might take a couple minutes because I'm a little drunk. And he said, take your time. Good thing I wasn't drunk because I was able to find his Venmo app right away. So I put my phone number in there. And suddenly I'm $5,000 richer. And I'm wondering how on earth did that happen? Did I do that? Yes, I know I wasn't entitled to it and he definitely would have said no. But I took it anyway. I guess I just can't seem to take no for an answer. Where did all the good men go? You want to know where all the good guys are gone, huh? I'll tell you where they're gone. But you better hold on to your butts because I'm going to hit you with some truth that some of you all ain't ready for. And I say this, and I'm telling you this because I had to listen to a friend of mine that is a good example of this. The good guys are still there. They just don't care anymore. They're tired of putting themselves out there to be crushed. Now I know it happens to men and women. But nowadays it's happening more and more to the good guys and I'm tired of it. Good example, friend of mine, longtime friend of mine, calls me the other night crying. His stare. And it took me forever to calm him down. And I asked him what happened. He said, well, he met a girl on TikTok and everything was going great. They were talking for three months, a little bit of a long distance relationship, but he said everything was great. Everything they believed in was the same. I mean, it just, it seemed like that perfect relationship. And after three months, he finally said, hey, I want to take you on a date. I will drive up there and I want to take you on a date. She goes, you know what? That would be great, but you would do that for me. And he's like, yeah, I'm not asking to go sleep with you. I'm not asking to stay the night at your apartment. I just want to come take you on a date. Leave it at that. If we're still good after that, then hey, maybe we got something. He takes off at work, drives all the way up there. And she ghosted him. Out of the blue, ghosted him. Blocked him like she never even existed. And I had to listen to him crying hysterically going, why do I put myself in these positions? I said, it's not you. It's not. Nowadays we live in a society where it's easy. It's easier just to ghost somebody. It's easier just to do the chicken thing and just drop somebody. If you're nervous, if you're full of anxiety and you say, hey, I'm really nervous about this. Can we hold off a couple of nights or something? Just I'm really nervous about this. I would have more respect for somebody who did that as opposed to just dropping me after three months of talking. So you want to know where the good guys are? They're still there. They're just tired of excuses and tired of being held to a standard that is unrealistic. Yes, have standards, but make them fricking realistic. Quit looking for the perfect gentleman that has everything. So I went out on a Tinder date the other day. It starts good, dinner's good. We even decided to go watch a movie at his house after. And a little sexy time happens. We're not against sexy time. We like sexy time. So sexy time usually makes you hungry and we decide to get tacos. So I hop in the car and I look over at homeboy who's on his phone. I'm thinking he's going to pick a slow jam for us to go get our munch on. And no, he's got Tinder open and he's matching with chicks and responding to girls he's already matched with. I'm no expert, but I kind of think you should wait till a girl you've just hooked up with, one, leaves your house, two, leaves your car before you start scouting out your next conquest. Okay, men, this is for you. Shoot your f***ing shot. Shoot the f*** out that shot. And if you miss, shoot the f*** again, okay? Because a lot of you could be pulling women way out of your league. A lot of women date down, okay? I know a ton of women who would take a six or a seven with some swag and a solid personality over an airhead a** 10 any day, okay? So please get the f*** out there. I don't know why this ever stopped. I love you guys. Good luck. DM me if you have questions. I got you. When I was 19, this girl I was talking to was like, oh, I love this restaurant. I love the food there. So I was like, okay, bet I'll take you. And I ain't ever been to a fancy restaurant before, so I'm thinking to myself, you know, the most I'm gonna spend is like 150 beans, right? So we get to the restaurant. I see the menu. I immediately look at my bank account. I said, okay, as long as her and I just order food, we good. Shorty ordered two desserts. Yo, I got the bill back. Dessert was busting my pockets, gang. So immediately the poverty kicked in my head like this. I said, how are we gonna get out this jam? So I'm looking around. I see the way to walk in and out the kitchen with the drinks. I said, bet, here we go. Game on. So I walked directly towards the waiter like a collision course. Boom! Soda, water, wine, various liquids pouring on me like a college girl on spring break, right? I'm causing a ruckus. Oh my God. How could you do this to me, right? Yo, everyone's like, oh my God, oh my God. I said, how could you do this to me? I'm never coming back here again. Grab Shorty ran out the restaurant. I had to do what I had to do. Show you in a hoodie, then show what's underneath. Desperado. I don't cook. I don't clean. Then leave. Then leave. Hi, Dan. I just moved in next door. I'm a supermodel. I don't care who the IRS sends. I am not paying. I need men. I need men to stop. I need you to f***ing stop. I need you to f***ing stop derailing the conversation and making it about your feelings when women say men are garbage. I'm so tired of having this conversation with you. It is not my job to coddle your male fragility. I tried last night, a couple of nights ago. I posted something on my close friend's Instagram story saying men are garbage because I had a very terrible sexist experience happen to me that night. And then I had several men respond back and saying yes we are, fax, you know, affirming my experience. And then I had one guy, one mother f***er who tried to derail the entire f***ing conversation and make it about his f***ing feelings. Stop making it about you. This is not about you. I don't know how many times I have to f***ing say that. And then he was like, well, you seem pretty pissed. Yeah, I get pissed off when I'm dealing with f***ing incompetence, which is half of the world. Stop it. I know we're in like an employment crisis or I don't even know what's going on, but like, I worked so hard for five years and got a degree. I tried my best. Some of them have taken five years, I guess, but it's now I'm like $100,000 in debt. And the only jobs that people want to try to give me are $15 an hour. Ladies between the ages of 19 to 25, this is for you. Have that whole phase, baby. Have that whole phase, because guess what? You would hate to have missed out on loads of dick while the dude that you ended up marrying is getting it. I don't know. I just think it's different for girls and guys when it comes to body counts. Like, girls should not sleep around. They get used up like cars. Wow, so much to unpack here. Okay, one thing at a time. So you think guys can and should have high body counts but women should have low ones? Yes. I don't want to sleep with a used up woman. Okay, so who are all those guys sleeping with and you don't want them to sleep with women? Other men? That's fine. Just next time, say you're gay. It's much easier. Okay, my next question is, why do you think women get used up? Because they get all stretched out. What about a woman who has a boyfriend and she sleeps with him once every day for five years? Is she used up? Okay, so you know nothing about female anatomy and clearly it grosses you out a little bit. So next time, again, just say you're gay. It's much better than you bringing down women as a default. And lastly, why in this analogy do you compare men to nothing but women get compared to cars? Is it because you see them as objects and you don't respect them as human beings? You don't really like women. You prefer men. Again, that's fine. It's okay to be gay. But next time, say that instead of giving us the misogynistic loop around because if you actually liked women, you would not have that mindset. I understood the assignment. I understood the assignment. Would you rather have a wedding or a honeymoon? Robert and Rachel kind of do the normal thing. They spend $30,000 on their wedding, which is the U.S. average. 32 years later, they need to work for three more years to be able to retire. But Sam and Stephanie kind of do the opposite. They just elope and then invest that same $30,000. 32 years later, their investments have grown to over $260,000 and they can take a three-year honeymoon. Hey there. What the f*** is this, Keena? What did you buy? It's a portable AC. It's like a robot, Keena. Portable AC. We do not need a portable AC, Keena. What's we doing? It's like 100 degrees in here with this cheap-ass installation. What? You have all these windows. You still have windows. We have a scene. We do not need a portable AC. It was $5,600. $5,600. You're saying it's nothing, Keena. $5,600. For that AC, it's a really good deal. Cheap as a f***. You're finding your own tools now? It's a nasal aspirin. A nasal what? To take your son's boogers out of his nose. That's the whitest s*** ever. You don't need a machine to take his boogers out, Keena. You juice a napkin. Use your finger. You don't need this, Keena. You swear to tell you. Baby, shut up. And like me, please. Babe, those are my portable breakfasts that I told you about. You don't need a portable breakfast, Keena. You guys are like cows, dude. Just woke yourself up. Cows? You a**hole. Babe, knock, knock. Who's there? Your side dude. He knows the text me first. If you've had pretty privilege like your whole life, can you stitch this and... Okay, oh man. I could go on for days about this. Not because of me. I mean, although I will say, I think I am pretty. Even if I was, and I'd look in the mirror and still tell myself I'm pretty, but my mom is 100% hotter than me. Drop dead gorgeous. And if you are a daughter who has a hot mom, then you know what I mean. Well, the worst part was the older she got, the hotter she got. So yes, people were extraordinarily nicer to my mom and I because growing up, my mom was a single mom, so it was just me and her. Everybody was nice. People would let her cut lines in the grocery store. People would paper her stuff. But the downside to this is people thought because she was so drop dead gorgeous that anybody could approach her. Male, female, young, old. Anybody would come up to her all the time. We would be backing out of a parking spot and people would knock on her window. What if men had to go through a police check, a year long cognitive therapy program and a credit check before being allowed to enter into a serious relationship, a marriage, and especially becoming a parent. It's like you ain't about to physically, emotionally or financially abuse me or any children I will bear. It just begins to cover the bare minimum, you know, because clearly we can't even achieve that without some intervention.