Everyone knows relationships are hard work. Everyone knows that relationships hit roadblocks and whatever the fuck else. Fucking why. What’s the point? Be with a person that you mostly tolerate most of the days that you exist? And even then, they still might betray you in a horrible way. I’ve dealt with a lot of pain and stress and loss in my life, and when the happy shit gets sour, I just don’t fucking get it. Why not just live my life fucking off and dying eventually.
Voluntary bachelorhood is bliss. More money, more time, more travel. No looming decades of childcare bills, healthcare bills, or the relatively high probability of maintenance payments til death.
“Volbach” should be the term.
I believe the term is “Fuckboy”.
Kinda weird it hurts your feelings that much, bud.
It just is the literal term? Sorry if that hurts your feelings, sweetheart. Nothing wrong with a fuckboy who’s upfront.
Ah, I get it. A man who chooses his own money, time, and interests over a romantic relationship somehow threatens you on a deeper psychological level. Kind of pathetic.
Dude what? No. Calm down. Google Fuckboy. It’s that easy. Let me help you.
fuckboy ˈfʌkbɔɪ noun vulgar slang derogatory 1 a weak or contemptible man. 2 a man who has many casual sexual partners
So the second use case. Unless you mean a voluntary bachelor is having noncasual relationships and intercourse with one woman? Then moving in? And sharing a life?
Again, nothing wrong with a fuckboy who is open about things being casual and uninterested in further relationship development and intimacy.