World war

No easy way to put it out there, so if I'm not to make it simple, might as well make it rough. I like it rough. Women have become so fiercely unwanted nowadays. Not like " dang, woman, run for your lives! ". We're talking deep shit here. We're talking fuck and we're talking sex. Can you fuck? Great. Then maybe, if your boobs are big enough and your ass is the right size, you get a one night stand. And if you were good enough, then maybe he'll call again for another one. You'll run along living your life and he'll live his. He'll get himself a nice girlfriend who can't please him for whatever shallow reasons and then he'll call you again. Because you were a great fuck.
So I ask, what does my wanting to be swept off my feet make me? Monster? Mistake? Mind fucked? And in a world of such low values and ideals, what should I aim for? Pour a little spice in my soul.