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.
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.