No, I'm going to become in incel, move to India, and live on a couple bucks a day

You might be drunk but you're not so drunk you don't realize how ridiculous becoming a prosperity preacher is. First, just because you're tired of being ripped off doesn't mean you want to rip other people off. Second, you're an introvert. Standing in front of thousands of people is pretty much your idea of hell.

So, you turn off the TV and start applying for programming jobs in India. Yeah, you'll never make enough money to date, let along get a girl like Amber to pay attention to you, but you were never that good at dating in the first place.

A few months later, you land a job handling communications between an Indian software group and Microstuff.

India is actually a cool place to live and you share an apartment with five other programmers from your company.

Your sex life is pretty much non-existent considering that you don't even have the privacy to jerk off and none of the Indian girls are interested in you... at least none of the ones you dare talk to. Once in a while you save enough to pay a streetwalker but that's about it.

Better, perhaps, than if you'd taken Bentham's offer and become a cuckold but really, it isn't much of a life.

Perhaps you should take advantage of the miracle of do-over, go back and make another choice.