Trasnformers: Autobot or Decepticon?

I used to tell girls everything they wanted to hear.
I thought I wanted those things too: kids, house, all that shite, so initially it wasn't lying.
I only lied about my cheating.

Over time I started to consider perhaps, mayhap, maybe I didn't want all those expectations and locked in permanently life changing type adult world serious as fuck things.
I kept my mouth shut.
They would ignore that I didn't affirm those goals when brought up like names for children, where to buy a house.....

then finally...I had to admit, and begin admitting early into interactions with women that I do not desire those things.

For awhile, and even now, women I meet disregard what I say.
They ignore or think I'm being playful.
Blows my mind.
But I legitimately try to make clear they are told what I do and do not want.

You can be an autobot or a deception, guys.

Honestly. If you're young in the game, and still barely dating or getting girls.
The short/bullshit/easy way out is to psyche yourself into thinking you're a player.

You'll eventually probably find success. I don't know. I never did it that way.
I always had interesting/masculine hobby/hobbies, a good job, was well-read, went to college, and articulate along with fashion that has suited my personal sense of self as it has changed.

So I can't honestly tell you much about the "fake it til' you make it route".

I think, and honestly, after a whole lot of womanizing and faking it at least in the fidelity department.....I try to be up front early and often with women.
My goal, going forward is if I am not invested enough in the girl to be faithful, I will tell her I'm not willing to commit. If/when that changes, my goal is to tell her.
Harsh, yes. But truthful.
I'll let you know the probably very predictable results.

Perhaps, I'm simply tired of the hurting them and the waves of tears falling upon my nice sweater or Cardigan I'm wearing when she cries with her head on my chest/shoulder/chest region and pounds her petite hands against my chest between bouts of sobbing and sniffling.

Perhaps, I'm simply maturing.

Perhaps, it's nothing and perhaps this is just another step in the evolution of my views on relationships and honesty.