Come on Mansoor, so you got beat down a little bit, buckle up butter cup, you're in for a bumpy ride but you'll come out of it like a monster. Now rub some dirt on it and get back in the game.
they flash their wallets to lure in bar girls way above their own aesthetic bandwidth, send pictures home to all their friends about their hot future wife, 30 years their junior, then get butt hurt when they find out the girls have a business to run so they can send home money to their parents and they were nothing more than a paying customer. How clueless can one be?