Post: #2551

Scrolled past the last two pages and it got me hyped as fuck! guys all I can say is well fucking done..That's what I'm in for and I WILL get better and hopefully share a top notch bang with you guys.. That Vietnamese babe though..DAYUM!

Post: #2552

(04-14-2015 01:39 AM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  ^ It nuked my boner and my day.

Deep black mood now. I get the sensation something died in me this afternoon. Don't know what's wrong: I'm usually the first one to shrug shit off and say 'Bitches gonna bitch'.

Finishing up work for the day. Maybe the gym will help.

That is the jaded story to end all jaded stories. Damn.

HSLD

Post: #2553

(04-14-2015 01:39 AM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  ^ It nuked my boner and my day.

Reading your story, did my head just explode?

Post: #2554

(04-14-2015 08:06 AM)CleanSlate Wrote:  

(04-14-2015 01:39 AM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  ^ It nuked my boner and my day.

Reading your story, did my head just explode?

Moral of the story, never be too "nice" to these bitches...

Post: #2555

(04-14-2015 08:06 AM)CleanSlate Wrote:  

(04-14-2015 01:39 AM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  ^ It nuked my boner and my day.

Reading your story, did my head just explode?

Second that. WTF. A lot of emotions induced there. Respect, wisdom, somewhat depressing, but...

I'm adding this to my game...
I watch the clock, pulling out at the five minute mark and telling her "That's all you're getting for now. Meet me tonight and we'll finish the job."

Post: #2556

(04-14-2015 01:39 AM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  ^ It nuked my boner and my day.

Deep black mood now. I get the sensation something died in me this afternoon. Don't know what's wrong: I'm usually the first one to shrug shit off and say 'Bitches gonna bitch'.

Finishing up work for the day. Maybe the gym will help.

The part that died was your innocence in thinking she just wanted to fuck you silly because "she just missed you" and that was it.

The part of you that died was feeling (a little bit) sorry for "nice guys". Looking that guy right in the eye right after you banged his chick.

The part of you died when she said. "I love him, but I can't stand the thought of carrying his baby inside me." "Please [Bosch], give me your child tonight. He'll never know it's not his."

Women have ulterior motives that can be outright cold and calculated.

Shit's deeper than you think man, shit like this saddens me.

However, shit like this reminds me to "be that guy" and not be that fiance.

Post: #2557

(04-14-2015 11:27 AM)kaotic Wrote:  

(04-14-2015 01:39 AM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  ^ It nuked my boner and my day.

Deep black mood now. I get the sensation something died in me this afternoon. Don't know what's wrong: I'm usually the first one to shrug shit off and say 'Bitches gonna bitch'.

Finishing up work for the day. Maybe the gym will help.

The part that died was your innocence in thinking she just wanted to fuck you silly because "she just missed you" and that was it.

The part of you that died was feeling (a little bit) sorry for "nice guys". Looking that guy right in the eye right after you banged his chick.

The part of you died when she said. "I love him, but I can't stand the thought of carrying his baby inside me." "Please [Bosch], give me your child tonight. He'll never know it's not his."

Women have ulterior motives that can be outright cold and calculated.

Shit's deeper than you think man, shit like this saddens me.

However, shit like this reminds me to "be that guy" and not be that fiance.

I agree. I think for some of us it touches that last little bit of blue pill nice guy that remains in us, deep in the recesses of our soul. Let's face it, if we were naturals from day 1 we wouldn't have consciously started the red pill journey and found this forum.

I'm so jaded that while watching tv the other day a commercial came on for a college specializing in adult, working parent students. It featured a really hot Latina milf who they show juggling her full time job, two kids and beta husband. Then they showed her in class, interacting with classmates and participating in study groups.

The first thing that came to mind was "I wonder who from her study group she's fucking behind the hubby's back"

Post: #2558

(04-14-2015 11:27 AM)kaotic Wrote:  The part that died was your innocence in thinking she just wanted to fuck you silly because "she just missed you" and that was it.

The part of you that died was feeling (a little bit) sorry for "nice guys". Looking that guy right in the eye right after you banged his chick.

The part of you died when she said. "I love him, but I can't stand the thought of carrying his baby inside me." "Please [Bosch], give me your child tonight. He'll never know it's not his."

Women have ulterior motives that can be outright cold and calculated.

Shit's deeper than you think man, shit like this saddens me.

However, shit like this reminds me to "be that guy" and not be that fiance.

Spot on analysis, Kaotic. I almost wrote "The lesson is don't be that guy," at the end of the post, but hesitated.

Since joining this forum, I'm a lot less arrogant about my superiority to Blue Pill guys. I've talked to too many guys on here who are starting out and lost and looking for guidance, or were like these guys in their younger years and had to harden up and kill the good parts of themselves just to have success with women.

When I saw her Fiance, I saw the father who failed him, the educational system who castrated him, the media who harangued and belittled him, and the community network of men who should have mentored him, but didn't.

I'm disgusted men have been brought down to the level they currently exist at. I'm disgusted that I rarely see a man who doesn't instantly look at the ground, or in a different direction, when notices me walking towards him. I hate that the concept of Community I remember from my 70's childhood is barely there, and that everyone who looks like me is detached, isolated, and staring at their fucking phones.

The Update:

She texted me last night for the bang. I played along, faking it: I told her that her pussy could wait another day. I said "Play with her for me. Tease her lightly when you think of [her nickname for my cock]. Keep a light sexual buzz going, but if you Come I'll know."

We back-and-forthed some dirty talk, with me having zero-sexual interest in her any more, but simply doing so to gather clear evidence that what happened earlier that day was consensual, ('You shouldn't throw yourself onto a man when he jokes about having sex. He'll end up with a big ego'), and her motivation for doing so, ('How long you two been trying for a child? ' 'Are you having trouble?' 'Is that why you want me to be a surrogate?'). Her answers protect my arse when I deny her what she wants, and that's all I care about.

I said we'd have lunch tomorrow and talk - I want the rest of this to play out in public spaces.

It's depressing. She was such a fun party girl, and now I'm having to treat her like a wild wolf circling the edge of my fire. I'd say "What happened?" but we all know what happened: the inevitable result of too many cocks that failed to offer any commitment.

Post: #2559

(04-14-2015 04:03 PM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  Spot on analysis, Kaotic. I almost wrote "The lesson is don't be that guy," at the end of the post, but hesitated.

Since joining this forum, I'm a lot less arrogant about my superiority to Blue Pill guys. I've talked to too many guys on here who are starting out and lost and looking for guidance, or were like these guys in their younger years and had to harden up and kill the good parts of themselves just to have success with women.

When I saw her Fiance, I saw the father who failed him, the educational system who castrated him, the media who harangued and belittled him, and the community network of men who should have mentored him, but didn't.

Yup, it's multiple things that failed. Personally, I was raised by a male relative and my mother, my mother went to the deep end, my male relative would whip my ass to keep in check (which in retrospect was a great thing).

I grew up independent, I always had a curiosity about things and would always question and go against the grain. Maybe that's genetics ? Who knows.

To be honest, my relationships weren't the greatest but I had some sense of what my balls were worth.

I also discovered RVF, ROK, Red Pill, Manopshere, etc. all by ACCIDENT of all things.

Quote:I'm disgusted men have been brought down to the level they currently exist at. I'm disgusted that I rarely see a man who doesn't instantly look at the ground, or in a different direction, when notices me walking towards him. I hate that the concept of Community I remember from my 70's childhood is barely there, and that everyone who looks like me is detached, isolated, and staring at their fucking phones.

THIS, they don't have a spine can't look another gent in the eyes and say hello, let alone a HB 8.

I'm a 90's kid, we had the best of both worlds, we had a sandlot of kids, played sports together, if we played video games, it was all of us together, then we'd get bored and play outside again.

That detached isolation with dead eyes in their iPhones is the norm now, and it's fucking sad.

Quote:The Update:

She texted me last night for the bang. I played along, faking it: I told her that her pussy could wait another day. I said "Play with her for me. Tease her lightly when you think of [her nickname for my cock]. Keep a light sexual buzz going, but if you Come I'll know."

We back-and-forthed some dirty talk, with me having zero-sexual interest in her any more, but simply doing so to gather clear evidence that what happened earlier that day was consensual, ('You shouldn't throw yourself onto a man when he jokes about having sex. He'll end up with a big ego'), and her motivation for doing so, ('How long you two been trying for a child? ' 'Are you having trouble?' 'Is that why you want me to be a surrogate?'). Her answers protect my arse when I deny her what she wants, and that's all I care about.

I said we'd have lunch tomorrow and talk - I want the rest of this to play out in public spaces.

It's depressing. She was such a fun party girl, and now I'm having to treat her like a wild wolf circling the edge of my fire. I'd say "What happened?" but we all know what happened: the inevitable result of too many cocks that failed to offer any commitment.

SMART-fucking-move to document everything and softball her questions and thoughts.

Girls are always fun when you're partying, but you already know why she's changed - "my partying days are over I'm ready to settle down"

aka "I'm getting old and need a provider to support me since I haven't accomplished anything else on my own"

Sad times for the chumps out there getting played, a shark frenzy for the players out there getting laid.

Post: #2560

Reading these posts makes me proud to be part of this community.

Was that beta?

Post: #2561

AB on point as always.

Not to derail, but I didn't get the reference to "Problem Glasses".

Did some searching and found this reference (even if it's not entirely what was meant, still amusing):

http://40.media.tumblr.com/e55a277fc2a25...1_1280.jpg

Post: #2562

^ That's what I meant: the classic ugly-retro hipster glasses.



More here:

https://img.4plebs.org/boards/pol/image/...794790.jpg

Post: #2563

(04-14-2015 10:44 AM)heavy Wrote:  I'm adding this to my game...
I watch the clock, pulling out at the five minute mark and telling her "That's all you're getting for now. Meet me tonight and we'll finish the job."

This is Obsession Game I run during relationships. I'd suggest - given Millennial girls and their issues - to only run this game when you've already banged the girl, and have shown firm, unwavering dominance over her during the act. She has to have accepted and must relish the submissive role.

I consider it a move to deliberately-frustrate and confuse them as to my feelings about them: women thrill in emotional uncertainty. To her, I've suddenly gone from 100 to 0 in the space of a moment, and am firm and controlling in my refusal to re-engage. She's used to her pussy being powerful, and men doing anything for it, and here I am, still hard, with the self-control to stop cold during sex.

She will remain sexually-frustrated until I'm ready - bitching and pleading ignored - and only then will I give her release. Over the next few hours, she gets wet from the anticipation; is turned on by the seemingly-cruel nature of deliberately frustrating her; wonders why her pussy can't control me like it controls other men - how much pussy have I had to be so cold to it?; and clearly-understands I consider her pussy mine to own in my own time, not hers.

Don't be a total bastard. Make it fun. I'd give an ex half-a-bang in her office toilets during her break, then would take her panties and say she'll get them back later. Lean over her, lean in close, surround her, talk low and controlled, use your physical size and your eyes as you stroke her clit: "I want to leave here knowing you're sitting there in the office with the other normal, boring girls, looking so innocent, feeling your pussy exposed, feeling so wicked, wondering if someone will be able to tell, all the while knowing you're going to get fucked hard - so, so hard baby girl - later tonight."

Yeah, it sounds like bad porn, but if you've established dominance and a sense of ownership, and keep teasing her with texts for the rest of the day, she'll throw herself on you later.

You can do this in non-penetrative form. You might be cutting between buildings or in an elevator ride. Throw her against a wall, bite her neck, cup her pussy through her clothes, tell her how hot she makes you and how you want to fuck her right there, where anyone could see. Then withdraw firmly and drag her onwards. The rule of thumb: emotional rollercoaster, never predictable, leave her breathless.

Like anything, mix it up, or she'll grow bored. You need to be a very dominant man.

Good luck, man.

Post: #2564

(04-14-2015 04:03 PM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  Since joining this forum, I'm a lot less arrogant about my superiority to Blue Pill guys. I've talked to too many guys on here who are starting out and lost and looking for guidance, or were like these guys in their younger years and had to harden up and kill the good parts of themselves just to have success with women.

When I saw her Fiance, I saw the father who failed him, the educational system who castrated him, the media who harangued and belittled him, and the community network of men who should have mentored him, but didn't.

I'm disgusted men have been brought down to the level they currently exist at. I'm disgusted that I rarely see a man who doesn't instantly look at the ground, or in a different direction, when notices me walking towards him. I hate that the concept of Community I remember from my 70's childhood is barely there, and that everyone who looks like me is detached, isolated, and staring at their fucking phones.

I've added only one to my notch count since seriously studying Game, but I'm feeling exactly what you're feeling. I told myself a couple of nights ago before falling asleep, "You're not a Devil, and even if you were, you've no more souls left to torture because the torture doesn't teach anybody anything. It only makes people angry enough to torture others."

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RVF Member OregonToSoCal reminded me of my own narcissism by posting, "I think for some of us it touches that last little bit of blue pill nice guy that remains in us, deep in the recesses of our soul. Let's face it, if we were naturals from day 1 we wouldn't have consciously started the red pill journey and found this forum."

My narcissism is that, despite how obvious his conclusion is, I never fucking thought of it. And this blind spot would cause depressed/worried thoughts such as, "I wonder if Game will really be worth it?" and "How many other guys do I have to bury psychologically in order to use Game to get what I want?"

Now, it's a daily reminder programmed into my phone that, "There are no souls left to torture."

-----------------------

The Last Psychiatrist has a wonderful article on the mid-life crisis. You'll definitely like it, and I hope others will, too.

Quote:I can't tell you how to be successful, but I can tell you how to successfully get through this kind of misery. Note that this advice is not for people in their 20s, it will not work for you, it will only work if you're over 40.

The trick to solving physics problems is to recognize the form of the equation; the trick to solving your life is to know the form of the conflict.

Maron was having a mid-life crisis, which is always of the form: "will I do anything useful with the rest of my life?" Note the emphasized "always." There is no alternative question.

Typically, people misinterpret the mid-life crisis as, "I'm 45 years old and I've never done X" where X equals: blondes; car collecting; skydiving, a book, loved, learned Italian. And while these things are enjoyable, and will bring the person happiness of varying amounts, they don't solve the crisis because the crisis isn't about doing things but about running out of time. "That was fun," you say as she drives back to Wellesley, but then you glance at the calendar and it says you're still 45. There are only two things that will make that 45 less painful, and one of them is alcohol.

All the maneuvers indicative of a mid-life crisis-- younger women, sportscars, new hobbies, new careers, new looks-- are easily interpreted as new beginnings to help you trick yourself that the clock has been rolled back. (That these things do, in fact, make you slightly younger is not here the point.)

So other than alcohol, what answers the question, "Will I do anything useful with the rest of my life?" The key to navigating this stage is to understand that the word "useful" has a very specific definition and can only be fulfilled through limited ways: it has to serve the next generation.

I can see you rolling your eyes. This isn't touchy-feely nonsense; this is how humans were built, no different than they were built to see Roy through Biv or to find the absence of eyeballs uncanny. It explains why happy people still go through this; why making millions of dollars doesn't solve this; why having kids, being celebrated or even famous all fail, not because these are intrinsically "bad" but because they do not specifically fulfill the human necessity to believe it is useful to the next generation.

Most people get through this by raising kids (not just having them), teaching them things, "getting them into college," passing on the culture. The more you feel responsible to this process the easier mid-life will be. Nor does it require active or even good parenting; it is an internal conceptualization of your life, rather than any external activity. Not changing what you do, but how you thinks about it. Though it sounds like a cognitive trick, it is as simple as not saying, "I want to get rich" and instead saying, "I want to get rich so my family has a good life." To emphasize, this is not about the comparative morality of wealth vs. poverty, but the inclusion of the clause "so that" by which the narcissism is dissolved. (Yes, this means one could fool themselves into thinking they are "useful," thus passing through the crisis with not having accomplished anything.)

Maron, however, doesn't have kids. Other options:

1. Become someone's "mentor." You can unload a lot of that rage if you feel valuable, and giving of your wisdom and experience serves the dual function of confirming your identity (I am the guy who..) and connecting with someone else in some meaningful way. (E.g. the ex-player who goes into coaching.)

2. Become everyone's "mentor."

Post: #2565

I'm not a night game guy but I just moved to a new city in so cal and have done incredibly well. I'm at a bar last night and I'm getting strong ioi's from a 9 (think Jessica alba at 22). I strike up a conversation and isolate from her cockblocking friends. She just left and I swear this is one of the better lays I've had. Amazing tits and a huge ass.

Post: #2566

(04-15-2015 10:10 AM)MMX2010 Wrote:  "How many other guys do I have to bury psychologically in order to use Game to get what I want?"

And there's the eternal rub of existence: what am I willing to do to survive?

You can't teach lambs to hunt like a wolf, particularly if they've decided hunting is morally-wrong and that they're 'above' that.

You can't lift a drowning man into your lifeboat if he slaps your hand away, and says he would rather draw water into his lungs than imagine himself as being like you.

Whilst some men have been failed by society, other men would choose their fate, no matter the wisdom offered.

Existence is brutal. Nature does not care about our happiness.

Great post. My situation with the ex is resolved after a long talk last night. I won't carry on further - I feel like we're derailing the intention of this thread here: let the younger guys thrill to the chase.

Post: #2567

(04-15-2015 10:10 AM)MMX2010 Wrote:  "That was fun," you say as she drives back to Wellesley, but then you glance at the calendar and it says you're still 45. There are only two things that will make that 45 less painful, and one of them is alcohol.

Haven't laughed that hard in awhile. So dark.

Post: #2568

(04-14-2015 12:00 AM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  I wouldn't usually bother speaking of a bang, but this is more a warning:

Got a phone call just before lunch today from a girl I used to bang senseless about six years ago when she 22, asking me why I wasn't 'in my office'.

Explained I'd changed jobs twice, then she asked for the address.

Meet her in the office lobby. The usual wistful sadness when I see her. She's now 28, and the years have degraded her to a 7.5, and the approaching wall will take her down another half-point. The greatly-decreased light in her eyes suggests her notch count is higher than 50.

I like that she's remembered I loved her in a sundress.

She's amazed at my size change, (probably 85 kgs or so when we banged, now 106), and constantly touches my arms for conversational emphasis as we head to my office.

I can read how horny she is. Had a hot date lined up last night who pitched a shit-fit when I had to cancel due to a family emergency, so I'm as ready to bang as she is.

Says she's back in town 'visiting her parents' and 'just wanted to see me', and how 'she thinks of me a lot', then 'just wanted to say hi, but I only have five minutes really'.

I cheekily ask her if she wants to spend her five minutes with me talking or fucking, expecting her to laugh, but she launches herself onto me.

I bend her over the desk, slide up her dress, pull back her hair and take her. Flip her over halfway through, noting her legs are still long and her tits are still rockin'. She grab onto my biceps like she's clutching at a life preserver. I watch the clock, pulling out at the five minute mark and telling her "That's all you're getting for now. Meet me tonight and we'll finish the job."

She says she can't and begs me to keep going. I love hearing this. I remember the hugely-frustrated state only half-fucking her like this used to leave her in, and how wet she'd be hours later when we'd meet up again.

I stroke her pussy lightly and tell her not to be a greedy little girl, and if she doesn't whine Daddy will reward her for being patient.

We straighten up. I tell her to leave her panties, and she begs off, saying she 'can't', which is unusual for her.

I walk her down to the lobby, kiss her on the front steps of the building, and say I'll call her at 10 tonight.

She says "I can't."

I say "You will."

There's the beep of a horn, and she turns to falsely-smile at a guy pulling his upper body back out of a car window across the street. Doughy. Patchy-beard. Problem Glasses.

I nod at him. "Fiancé?"

She reaches into her handbag, and stealthily slips a ring back on her finger, and says a half-committed "Yeah", whilst not meeting my eyes.

"Let me guess: He's... Nice?" The sarcasm is obvious.

She tries to convince herself more than me: "Really nice. Super, super nice."

"... and so boring."

She nods weakly.

I tell her she'd better go, and kiss her on the cheek, watching his eyes.

She whispers: "I love him, but I can't stand the thought of carrying his baby inside me."

This isn't my first rodeo: I've heard women say worse about the men they claim to love, so I just nod.

She backs away, looks at the ground, and says "Please [Bosch], give me your child tonight. He'll never know it's not his."

I say nothing to this, knowing I can't give her the kids she wants. She turns and hurries across the road to him.

Her fiancé looks weakly at me as she rounds the back of the car and holds the door open for us. Surely he saw us kiss on the steps. I stand tall and cross my arms. What's he going to do?

He suddenly looks very nervous and gives me a little wave. I can't express just how pathetic and un-masculine he is being in that moment, but I understand why she despises him.

Been in a dark mood ever since. It's brutal out there.

Lesson to be learned.

ALWAYS have a DNA test for every child, regardless of who the mother is, how sweet, perfect and how in "love" she is with you, how expensive the test may be, even when doctors recommend against it (do it on the black market), and especially how much she'll say you're a complete douche for even thinking that it couldn't be your baby. Make it very clear to your girl that you WILL have a DNA test for every baby you have with her and there are 100% no exceptions. If she doesn't like it then you'll be putting on the condoms back on.

There's a brutal sperm war going on out there.

Post: #2569

^
Pretty much sums up why I'll never get married. I don't mind having kids some day but I'll never trust a woman enough to be my wife

Post: #2570

+1 Japanese flag. 33 year old dance instructor, hb6. I feel like the 'king of the sixes' right now; need to improve quality. That said, boner test was passed with flying colors. This was done was done with 30% dance floor game, due to the language barrier. Fun night.

Post: #2571

(04-15-2015 03:11 AM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  

(04-14-2015 10:44 AM)heavy Wrote:  I'm adding this to my game...
I watch the clock, pulling out at the five minute mark and telling her "That's all you're getting for now. Meet me tonight and we'll finish the job."

This is Obsession Game I run during relationships. I'd suggest - given Millennial girls and their issues - to only run this game when you've already banged the girl, and have shown firm, unwavering dominance over her during the act. She has to have accepted and must relish the submissive role.

I consider it a move to deliberately-frustrate and confuse them as to my feelings about them: women thrill in emotional uncertainty. To her, I've suddenly gone from 100 to 0 in the space of a moment, and am firm and controlling in my refusal to re-engage. She's used to her pussy being powerful, and men doing anything for it, and here I am, still hard, with the self-control to stop cold during sex.

She will remain sexually-frustrated until I'm ready - bitching and pleading ignored - and only then will I give her release. Over the next few hours, she gets wet from the anticipation; is turned on by the seemingly-cruel nature of deliberately frustrating her; wonders why her pussy can't control me like it controls other men - how much pussy have I had to be so cold to it?; and clearly-understands I consider her pussy mine to own in my own time, not hers.

Don't be a total bastard. Make it fun. I'd give an ex half-a-bang in her office toilets during her break, then would take her panties and say she'll get them back later. Lean over her, lean in close, surround her, talk low and controlled, use your physical size and your eyes as you stroke her clit: "I want to leave here knowing you're sitting there in the office with the other normal, boring girls, looking so innocent, feeling your pussy exposed, feeling so wicked, wondering if someone will be able to tell, all the while knowing you're going to get fucked hard - so, so hard baby girl - later tonight."

Yeah, it sounds like bad porn, but if you've established dominance and a sense of ownership, and keep teasing her with texts for the rest of the day, she'll throw herself on you later.

You can do this in non-penetrative form. You might be cutting between buildings or in an elevator ride. Throw her against a wall, bite her neck, cup her pussy through her clothes, tell her how hot she makes you and how you want to fuck her right there, where anyone could see. Then withdraw firmly and drag her onwards. The rule of thumb: emotional rollercoaster, never predictable, leave her breathless.

Like anything, mix it up, or she'll grow bored. You need to be a very dominant man.

Good luck, man.

   

If I could rep you again I would.

I have the dominance thing, like treating her like she's mine. I agree, you have to have at least banged her once...sometimes up to 3 times for this effective IMHO.

I need to add the "emotional rollercoaster, never predictable"...non-sequitar like. I've been in this mode before...almost feels like you're an actor in a drama or something. Robin Williams like on a stage or something.

Post: #2572

+ 1 . Swedish 25 Year old HB 7 . Still at hers , write more detail later

Post: #2573

uploading pictures

Post: #2574

Nice!

Post: #2575

That is a booty for the ages sensei!