Post: #301

(02-26-2017 07:02 PM)Steelex Wrote:  As a competitive bodybuilder, I'll chime in.

When you become very different (I.e big as fuck) you become a niche product. Not everyone likes it, but for some women it's their thing, just like black, or tall, hipster, ect. They all have their preferences.

Being that I stick out like a sore thumb at a bar, I usually just sit down and get a fucking sandwich. Usually some little trollop will walk up and ask me about my arms or chest or if I go to her gym or something, and then it's just fuck up avoidance game.

However I wouldn't become a bodybuilder to pick up women. A better return of your time would be getting rich or developing social skills (which is the problem for 99% of guys on here). You only need to be fairly fit to do really well with women, and it would be easier to start a business making 400k a year than to become a really big bodybuilder.

A lot of guys get into physique development just to get women. The truth is that it's about as useful as a really nice car. You'll pull way more pussy by being funny, charming, having an attractive face, dressing relatively well, being interesting, confident, ect. That's like 85 percent of this game thing, and it's where most guys really slack. Why? Because having a better personality is really really hard.

So if you are black, tall and muscular you appeal to more niches.

Most guys aren't getting opened by trollops period, so your physique has created more opportunities for you.

I am not saying it is the end all, again for the umpteenth time I am saying it is another arsenal in your belt.

If you look good, you feel good and this comes through in your body language.

I am not interested in a bodybuilder physique (e.g Rich Piana), I am interested in maintaining a six pack, nice chest, broad shoulder and some meat on my arms. Girls also notice nice legs.

Post: #302

Yea it works for me, but it turns some girls off too. I actually got laid more when I just had like a surfer style body.

I'm not saying having a better body won't help a guy out, but for a bunch of guys it's like throwing rims on a Toyota Camry.

Post: #303

Your assumption is that most guys are around 6 feet tall and in decent shape. We're talking about fat and scrawny guys needing to hit the gym.

Post: #304

(02-25-2017 11:06 PM)Fortis Wrote:  You CAN decide to look good and be fit and you should decide to do that or you're leaving pussy on the table. At least 20% of girls I go on dates with will eventually ask me about my body while I"m just sitting in a simple T-shirt. Sure, i'm in southern china and guys don't have much muscle but that just makes it that much more effective.

Game is about controlling the variables you can control: confidence, fitness, verbal skills and learning female psychology. If you don't think girls care about muscles then you clearly have never been groped by a chick because you are fat or skinny.

End of discussion.

That brings back memories of walking around in Asia, girls (and guys sometimes, too) would giggle nervously, and the more bold among the girls would come up to me and touch my chest. I got "Hello, macho man!" shouted at me a few times.

My girl over there would say I looked like a personal fitness trainer. She loved my biceps. I messaged her a while back and I was like, "What will you do next time I see you?" She was like, "Oh, I will touch your biceps because I love your biceps but I was too shy before and I always wanted to touch them but I was too shy!"

I haven't had "Hello, macho man" shouted at me in the states yet, I think because there's so many fat people in the states that I don't look as "big" here, but I do still get girls randomly come up to me and hug me, grab my bicep, slap my ass, kiss me, or ask me to kiss them every once in a while, and my overall athletic/healthy vibe/look obviously causes this.

No complaints on my end.

Post: #305

Steelex, I just gotta say: I have never heard such talk from a bodybuilder. You couldn't sound more fair-minded or intelligent. Instead of beating your chest for personal validation, you're drumming up support for community edification.

That's why I joined RVF. Well done.

Post: #306

(02-27-2017 02:06 AM)Spaniard88 Wrote:  My girl over there would say I looked like a personal fitness trainer. She loved my biceps. I messaged her a while back and I was like, "What will you do next time I see you?" She was like, "Oh, I will touch your biceps because I love your biceps but I was too shy before and I always wanted to touch them but I was too shy!"

Respect.

I was at an outdoor bonfire two night backs, and the party had been going for a while before I arrived. I was tired, in no mood for any kind of shit, but a hottie approached me, and danced around me as I appraised her suspiciously. I ended up crossing my arms, hoping she'd get the hint to fuck off, but she just came closer and started feeling my biceps, only saying 'Big man', over and over.

I looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, not saying anything.

That's when her hand went right down the front of my shorts and she grabbed my cock. Right in the middle of the crowd. No shame. I was too busy checking my six to see if a friend of her was trying to pick my pocket, since it seemed like an obvious distraction, but, no she was just that drunk. She kept repeating "Big man" over and over, stressing the first word, squeezing her hand at the base of my cock, then exploring the length and squeezing again. "Big Bull Man."

Fuck knows where she got the idea into her head that any guy would find this sexy.

After about 15 seconds of this she started deliberately trying to turn this exploration into a some kind of godawful vertical hand shandy - maybe she's a dairy worker - so I took her hand out of my shorts, turned her around, gave her a smack on the bum, then headed quickly over to find my mate Bill near the keg, who was in good spirits from watching the whole thing from afar.

"I see you're making friends."

I shrugged. "Just a gutter slut in her natural habitat."

"Well, now we know who to call next time there's a brown snake in the tent."

I never see this kind of shit happening to my 'girls don't like big muscles' mates.

Post: #307

^ That's what you call "swolested" right?

I think a lot of the argument in this thread (the "nah face and height are most important" crew) simply comes down to variety in women's tastes.

Basically, this debate is as silly as the Number Score debates for the same reason. You may be a Tits Man. You may be an Ass Man or a Legs Man. But similarly, she may be a Muscle Girl, a Face Girl, or a Height Girl, or some combination in between. [not to mention Wealth Girl and so on]

Hell, if every girl was a muscle girl I'd never had gotten laid in my life. The AB's would've gotten them all.

But I was still able to recognize the large number of girls who I couldn't get because of my lack of muscles. They either made it overtly clear (e.g. looking at arm and then away in disgust), or indirectly clear (was on the fence about me, mentioned her favourite Halloween character was "the hulk", and then some time later hooked up with a ripped guy), or even cases where I got her but she made remarks that indicated my being skinny had put be closer to the "no thanks" line.

If you're ugly, you're not going to get Face Girl. If you're short, you're not going to get Height Girl. But if you're muscular at least you're in the hat to get Muscle Girl. If she's floating somewhere in between, at least you'll turn a "maybe" girl into a "need his dick" girl.

Girls are not fungible, and the attempts at debating this as general absolutes are silly. There is always going to be examples of a girl caring more about face, or more about muscles. No single instance indicates a general rule, but merely samples of the variety that exists.

Or to put it more simply: tell me about a girl who rejected a guy because he wasn't short, wasn't skinny, or wasn't ugly.

Post: #308

^^ No dairy worker I'm familiar with, I can tell you that.

As a side note, being in brutish shape is also an indicator that you're not completely lazy. It's an obvious marker that while you might be poor, stupid, socially inept and insecure, at least you know how to put effort into something.

Of course you might not be any of those things, but nobody will ever claim that they saw a muscle-man and thought "lay-about".

Post: #309

(02-27-2017 01:23 AM)Steelex Wrote:  Yea it works for me, but it turns some girls off too. I actually got laid more when I just had like a surfer style body.

I'm not saying having a better body won't help a guy out, but for a bunch of guys it's like throwing rims on a Toyota Camry.

This is a contradiction.

Everything turns most girls off, you cannot make all women happy.

The girls I like, generally like a nice body. Some green haired pig who works at Starbucks making latte's all day probably won't like a nice build either. I don't train for her type.

I like a girl with a nice body, some guys prefer a nice face.

If she has a nice booty, I am weak.

If she has a nice face with a stick body, you can keep her.

Having a decent frame, implies you are healthy, you have good stamina, you have good genes, you take pride in your appearance. It maybe all a façade but at least it gets a foot in the door.

Post: #310

Maxzilla post 9/10.

Steelex post 8/10.

Steelex my personality is amazing, I still can't get laid. Will incline dumbell presses save me?

Post: #311

^No incline flyes might save you. lol

Post: #312

Lift. Weights. Period.

Write it down. Laminate it and carry it with you. Staple it to your forehead.

Post: #313

Just think about "The power of a amazing physique on a female" has over men..... A girl with a perfect body can get away with a lot of things a fattie can't.

Post: #314

^ I steal food off fat girls' plates all the time. I just say with a wink "this is for you babe". And they smile. Works best in a tank top.

Post: #315

(02-27-2017 12:56 PM)Quintus Curtius Wrote:  Lift. Weights. Period.

Write it down. Laminate it and carry it with you. Staple it to your forehead.

QC's right. I was at a Physical Rehab Facility this morning, having my Fractured Rib checked up.

It was interesting comparing and contrasting the abilities of the older men who had gone in for major surgeries. It's normally a five day hospital stay, then you're brought into the Rehab Wards to transition you into being able to look after yourself at home.

There were two guys who were comparing their surgeries - both of them had had both knees replaced at once. There was a guy in his 70's who was obvious a brawny guy once upon a time - big shoulders, thick arms and barrel chest. In our conversations he mentioned being a boxer back in the day. The other guy was your standard thin, noodle-armed glasses-wearing guy in his late 50's - I could easily picture him in a bow tie at the office.

They both saw the same surgeon. The brawny guy was on day five of his post-surgery rehab, and was cleared to go home later today. The thin guy had been in rehab since October, because so much of being able to look after yourself when both legs are out of action is dependent on upper body strength and this guy simply didn't have it to be able to get himself around without care.

If you're a man: you are not allowed to use a walker and are expected to be walking on crutches one day after this kind of surgery, and able to climb a couple of steps by day three.

Lift now. You'll be repaid in full later as you age. And you will.

-----

Incidentally, for all the Marxist talk of women and men being exactly the same - which is why it's been mandated this year that 50% of all Firemen in the ACT must now be Firewomen, because the short-haired lesbians in parliament don't care if other people's children die in the name of political correctness - women are allowed to use walkers for the first four days after surgery, because they simply don't have the upper body strength that men do, and their transition back to home takes much longer.

Man, what a hatefact! We'd better tell the Feminists so they can campaign for equal treatment of patients and get those lazy girls on crutches on Day One.

Post: #316

^^^

So true, AB.
It still just amazes me that there is even a debate about whether lifting weights is "good for you." How can anyone deny that it's not a good feeling to "fill out" your shirt or trousers with muscle mass? Isn't that just about the best confidence builder in the world?

But besides the obvious appearance and confidence benefits, having a well-muscled physique does this:

1. Protects your joints, bones, and ligaments from injury.

2. Promotes high testosterone. Yes, lifting is great for this.

3. Develops balance and coordination.

4. Promotes cardiovascular health.

5. Probably also keeps your immune system in good order (can't prove this, but I suspect it.)

6. Promotes psychological health by channeling aggression in positive ways.

A rigorous muscle-building program should be the cornerstone of every guy's fitness routine. At least that's how I see it.

Of course, it goes without saying that a man should mix things up every now and then, just for variety. But for Christ's sake, people, get in the bloody gym. It's hard work and takes a long time to get results. But you tell me anything worthwhile in life that doesn't take a lot of time and work.

Bottom line: all the excuses are just that: excuses.

Post: #317

This thread isn't complete without this gold AB post from ages past:

(02-09-2014 05:51 AM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  

(02-05-2014 10:29 PM)dreambig Wrote:  I used to be the skinny guy who got laid anyway and argued that muscle doesn't matter.

Let's just say that I was totally wrong.

At 6'2 and 200 lbs I'm by no means "big", but the difference in attention is huge.

IMO the only guys with the right to comment are the ones who have made the full transition.

Personally, my biggest friends all get laid like crazy. And this is in Asia where muscles aren't supposed to matter.

We can't trust what women say they like in a man, especially as there's a lot research that shows that a womea's concept of what she likes is fluid, and largely-dependant on the man she's currently with. And I'd agree men need to experience both being 'fit' and being 'big' for themselves and go with whatever gets the notches for them.

I added about 10kgs (22lbs) of muscle in the back half of last year, which took me up to 220lbs. Girls kept calling me a 'beast'. The ugly 5-and-unders, and the overinflated, bitchy 6-7 range seemed to get resentful and pre-filtered themselves out from any real world conversations with me when they're with their friends, which was all right with me, but damn, do they look as they sip their frapps, and if you have to social interact with them isolated from their circle, then they're all big eyes.

Day game improved greatly. The prettier women were very friendly and polite. An 8.5 opened me in the Health Food Store, asking for 'nutritional advice', and swung that into a training session by the lake here and a few weeks of post-workout banging. Tiny-waisted women would talk to me in the supermarket, opening me by asking if I could reach something on a high shelf for them. Girl game recognised. A lot more pokes and jokey 'plausible-deniability' flirting from girls in my circle and on Facebook too.

There were also instances of random sexual come-ons where women would simply decide they wanted me to fuck them. This'll sound like crap, but I'm sure the bigger guys will recognise the random shit that happens.

- A chick rubbing up against my cock in an elevator. Didn't bang - ugly.

- At a concert, a tidy blonde walked past, looked at me, came back, threw her arms around me and said "I'm coming home with you." Saw no reason to argue. Banged.

- A girl stopped me in the street and said they needed a male stripper for a friend's bachelorette party, and would I be interested, but she'd need a 'private show' first to see if I was any good. Banged.

- The early 20's temp at work corned me in the copy room at my previous job and started talking how she was studying 'Reiki massage' and needed someone to practice on, if I'd like to come around one night, coupled with stroking my arms and arse, with me praying one of the lesbo haired HR bitches didn't wander past. It was literally the first time she'd spoken to me in 3 weeks of her working there, and that's what she opened with. Banged, but after she stopped working for us. I don't shit where I eat.

- A note tucked into the seat on my bike with a number promising 'the best blowjob of your life', which I never rang. Suspected it was a dude.

- A mate's neighbour takes in his washing during a dust storm, rewashes it for him, then hangs it on his line a few minutes after we both return. She bends to the basket and hangs, over and over, short summer dress with no-underwear. Her husband was at work. Didn't bang, but he did. Smokin' hot, but batshit crazy. She told him during sex she'd take on both of us if I wanted and she was into being beaten and autoerotic asphyxiation.

I suspect extreme size makes thirsty girls who hunger for dominance act out irrationally.

Slimmed back down over December for health reasons. Down to about 200 now with lower body fat. Life seems less like a porno.

Post: #318

^ Note that I eventually went back up to the 230 or I was sitting at for about eight months before I started travelling earlier this year with my mate, which is where I was playing Pokemon Go with Tasmanian Girls and pulled the Brexit Three-Way without much effort. Since then, I've naturally lost mass due to the sheer amount of physical labour I'm doing daily now, even injured, so I'm guessing I'm 210 or so, but I'm seemingly-always pumped because the work never stops. 200 seems to be the magic number for me where girls start acting out with lust.

Incidentally, my mate's underwear-free neighbour later took out a restraining order against him to pretend she was the wronged party when the husband found out about the affair. The husband came around to 'bash him', but he ended up lifting the guy by the neck until he started crying and then the woman threw herself in front of him. Naturally, she took her husband's side. He sulked over this injury ever since: I've mentioned his - unusual for his muscularity - obsessive Gamma nature before on here. Whereas I thought the choice was obvious: she's going to pick the guy who keeps her in drugs over the one who keeps her in dick.

Luckily, she moved away mid-year, but since Gammas never forgive, he still grumbles about her now and then. My instincts of her obviously-batshitted nature were correct, so I'm glad I didn't bang, smokin' or not. Kind of like the 'Big man... big man...' chick.

Post: #319

bosch, can you elaborate on the Gamma nature? What are the traits?

Post: #320

(02-28-2017 08:28 AM)Moma Wrote:  bosch, can you elaborate on the Gamma nature? What are the traits?

Way off topic, so feel free to skip.

Heh. I'm still under a Warning for discussing the subject, so I'll be tactful here.

Vox Day originated the concept on his blog - most commonly using it to explain the behaviour of sci-fi SJW John Scalzi - an amazing trenchant observation that rung true with many guys I've known over the years. I've expanded further upon his ideas at length with my own observations - I'm theorising it's comes from boys raised by Narcissistic Mother and Weak or Absent Fathers, who become female in thought, and it would sit on the female to male spectrum somewhere at the midpoint between both poles in the blurry areas where people thinking more like the opposite sex than their own (gays, lesbians, transexuals and Gammas). I think it's as far as a straight man can get into embracing the feminine without physically sucking dick.

Here's me considering the concept discussing Davis Aurini's battle with Gamma Jordan Owen, and noting how widespread a personality type it has become amongst Millennial Men, (including how I believe it would benefit the left to destroy the nuclear family if it reliably-produces this type of personality). You should get the gist of what Vox accurately-described that I could easily recognise it:

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Clear cut examples of Gamma Behaviour here:

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There's another discussion somewhere where I mention how their sneaky, ingratiating behaviour gets under their would be romantic target's skin, day after day after day, until the building disgust for the man eventually triggers women into violent emotional breakdown or physical violence. There was a thread on here yesterday about SJW Women complaining about what emotionally-abusive scum Male Feminists are. No shit, toots. I could have mansplained that to her years ago.

Which reminds me: I wonder if I every wrote the Sanitary Napkin story on here?

I do remember also discussing somewhere how my stepfather would join a club in town, then try to make power plays to take over to put himself in the position of running the club, not understanding he's overbearing and not a natural leader, usually leading to the splintering of the club where the majority form another club without him - the classic 'No Homers' club from the Simpsons.

Now, I said at the time I was interested in the club he'd just joined to get away from his previous club, describing the 'drama' and 'arsesholes' involved in it and how he liked this new one because everyone was friendly and easy-going. Then I mentioned a few weeks later how he was complaining about someone was taking too long to do shoot their targets - and by now I'm thinking "Fuck, can't you ever just go with the flow for once? - and how he reported them to the organisers. This lead to him designing a spreadsheet on his computer to show them how to do the scoring 'properly' and how he would then volunteer to keep score of everything for them.

I said this was great for me, because I should be able to eventually buy all this gear off him 'cheaply' if I was patient. Aurini joked something like "about a year then?"

So, Aurini, if you read this: guess who ended up buying all his (good quality) Archery gear late last year, now that he's joined the Rifle Club?

:lol2:

This is also good for me, because, given my analytical mind - I've always been naturally drawn to the concept of Sniper Shooting. About a year from now, I should have some damn decent equipment, (though my travelling mate has been teaching me to shoot a rifle well over the last two months).

Also: late last year I found a box of letters from my teenage years stored under my parents house. I've no idea how they weren't thrown out during regular Spring Cleaning, but I noted a few from a Gamma Friend I've mentioned in the past, who later became a Big Wheel in the Comic Industry, still doing it to this day in his late 40's - he was two years older than me. See the continued obsession with teenage crap you should grow out of?



This is remarkable to me because, in the space of one paragraph, he nails most of the major Gamma tells.

1) Note that this is a Nineteen Year Old Man writing but he is circling each 'I' like he is a teenage girl. Gammas seem to adopt the likes and mannerisms of the female to try and sneak that little bit closer to them. This prick was still buying Duran Duran albums in 1990 long after all the girls he knew had lost interest, just in case. Go read some John Scalzi tweets - it's pure Gawker girl - sort of what you'd get if you glued a beard made out of pubes on Lindy West.

2) He totally 'bombed out' with Fliss. Note the Gamma's complete denial of objective reality and not having a realistic understanding of his socio-sexual ranking, thinking he was cooler and more attractive than he actually was. She was a 9, he was a pizza-faced 5 into D&D and X-Men Comics.

3) Also note the Gamma's favourite tactic of passive-aggression: "I was nuked by three certain people I won't name because YOU know who you are." They're scared of direct confrontation so they always avoid saying what they mean, and leave plausible-deniable ways out. Claiming to be joking is a common one.

4) Note the White Knighting instinct and how personally he takes the slight on M'Lady's honour: "Don't call her Felicbitchity - I hate it." (Funnily enough, the nickname, given by her two sisters, was actually Felicibitch", so he wasn't paying that close attention to his would-be Queen).

5) "And I'm not going to forget her either..."

Gammas fixate: they never forget, never move on. They're too socially-autistic to get 'hints', and have too unrealistic a self-image to even accept an outright rejection. They drive normal women fucking nuts, and this is why - if they do partner up - it's always with a strong, dominant Feminist woman type who keeps their shit - to some degree - in line.

6) The whole thrust is the Gamma Tell of never being able to admit ever being wrong. Most of us do this now and then, no-one likes to lose face, but, with the Gamma it's taken to an obsessive level where - even in the face of direct evidence that contradicts their statement - they will still claim to be right.

In this case, the Gamma couldn't admit he'd made a play for a girl far out of his league, and failed. She toyed with him for an afternoon to extract some money out of him, then moved on. She'd try this sort of shit with me, but I'd just said something along the lines of. "Look, I'm an easy going bloke. If you need a lift somewhere when I'm leaving, just ask. You don't need the whole performance of luring me into it."

When there's teenage sisters at total war within one household, you learn to keep things as bullshit-free as possible, especially when you're dealing with two Veronica Lodges and a Daria. Thinking about it, it was kind of like my latter jobs working Security: it was all about de-escalation.

For greater context: in-between when I wrote him a letter and received his response, I'd been at the sister's place the next day, and heard the whole discussion about what transpired, so, whilst Gamma Boy thinks this is the start of some Grand Romance, because he's so impossibly-cool and smarter than everyone else, and the only reason why people dislike him is because they're jealous of him, the real discussion went more like this.

The Players:

I was dating the older sister, I've mentioned her before as Butterface Jennifer Connelly. Legendary tits.

Felicibitch was the middle Sister and the Queen Bee Bitch in the household.

The younger sister was a dead ringer for Winona Ryder, and the classic deadpan Gen X'er, but her being four years my junior at the time ruled her out in terms of High School Dating Dynamics, but I could tell she'd grow up to be a very beautiful woman, (which she is now, even in her 40's).

I'd gotten a phone call that morning asking me to come over, because they needed something buried, and 'Dead Things is Boyfriend Territory'. Turns out it was a Dead Kitten.

Digging a grave for it and laying it to rest, I then hear the whole story of what happened the day before, laid out:

Gamma was being annoying as fuck, so another mate, my girlfriend and I had snuck off one by one down the backyard to get away from him for a bit as he played on the computer.

After a while, we returned to find Gamma sucking up to The Bitch, and the wheels in her head turning.

Butterface tells the Bitch to not talk to her 'friends', even though Gamma was just someone we all patiently-tolerated, rather than liked.

This of course made Bitch talk to him just to spite her sister, because she knew it would send her nuclear, and, as ugly as Gamma was, putting up with him for a bit was worth it to annoy her.

A few minutes later, she realised he had money, then she said they should go up to her bedroom for some privacy.

Butterface was losing her shit over this, understanding, unlike Gamma, that this was just to piss her off.

Winona, who had been watching the whole thing over her book, said "Why are you angry? We got rid of both of them."

I said she had a point, and that we might as well head into town without him, because he always would try and control what we did and where we'd go in town, and when we'd all overrule him, would passive-aggressively sulk for hours.

We came back hours later to discover her in her kitchen, with bags of clothes. Gamma had taken a Taxi into town with her, and let her spend big.

She's was recalling this as I laid the Kitten down, and was laughing about how 'inexperienced' he was with women. "Like, normally, they'd expect a kiss at the least. I didn't have to do anything."

"Would you have?" Winona asked.

"Oh, god no." She said. "But I didn't let him touch me at all yesterday."

I was looking down at the grave before shoveling dirt in, and asked "How does the kitten fit into all of this?"

Butterface, who had calmed down somewhat overnight, said "After you went home yesterday, [Gamma] came back with the Kitten."

Winona rolled her eyes. "You should have heard it Bosch. It was sooo pukey."

Bitch sighed. "All this fluff about him worrying about me having to sleep alone and that I needed something that was as cute and precious as I was."

I groaned. Winona was right. I could image that was the sort of thing Gamma would say to a woman.

"There was more babytalk to it than that," Butterface said.

I pointed to the kitten. "And?"

Butterface again: "Well, this was all at the doorstep. He didn't come in."

"... didn't want impose..." Winona strung out the last word to mock the floweriness of it.

"... so when we put the Kitten down," Butterface continued, "it looked really scared, shrunk away from us all and ran and cowered in the corner."

To her credit, Bitch did look genuinely sad here. "We tried everything to calm it down. It was terrified."

Winona snorted her contempt. "Think about it. The first human it saw was [Gamma]. Can you really blame it for being traumatised by people?"

Bitch went to say something, stopped, then nodded.

Butterface sighed heavily. "We put down a basket and some warm milk and gave it space, but when we woke up lying in the basket like that. I guess it died in its sleep."

"Durr!" Winona waved her hands around wildly. "[Gamma] touched it! I'd die too!"

"Cover it up," Bitch said, as she walked away. "And tell him I have a boyfriend."

As I covered it up, I said "I can't help but feel that the cat was the Innocent in all this."

Butterface shot an annoyed look at her departing sister. "If anyone had to die, why couldn't it be her?"

See why I never had any white knight delusions about women's behaviour?

----

So this was all the information I had when I wrote to Gamma mentioned how he'd 'bombed out' with Felicity. Now re-read his reply above. See the level of social-autism involved? The complete inability to read people and events realistically?

That's Gamma.

Post: #321

(03-01-2017 08:23 PM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  ...
Now, I said at the time I was interested in the club he'd just joined to get away from his previous club, describing the 'drama' and 'arsesholes' involved in it and how he liked this new one because everyone was friendly and easy-going. Then I mentioned a few weeks later how he was complaining about someone was taking too long to do shoot their targets - and by now I'm thinking "Fuck, can't you ever just go with the flow for once? - and how he reported them to the organisers. This lead to him designing a spreadsheet on his computer to show them how to do the scoring 'properly' and how he would then volunteer to keep score of everything for them.

I said this was great for me, because I should be able to eventually buy all this gear off him 'cheaply' if I was patient. Aurini joked something like "about a year then?"

So, Aurini, if you read this: guess who ended up buying all his (good quality) Archery gear late last year, now that he's joined the Rifle Club?

:lol2:

This is also good for me, because, given my analytical mind - I've always been naturally drawn to the concept of Sniper Shooting. About a year from now, I should have some damn decent equipment, (though my travelling mate has been teaching me to shoot a rifle well over the last two months).
...

Sounds like you should get in early and tell him what not to buy (based on your own preferences) "for reasons that are a bit too complicated to explain, but just trust me".

You'll no doubt end up with your wish list filled to complete detail, and at pennies on the dollar because "this is kinda the opposite of what I wanted".

Post: #322

So... can you also elaborate on the "Brexit Three-Way"?

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This will be known as the day that eL-JJ broke the manosphere by proving that THOTs are useful as something other than fucktoys.

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(03-13-2017 09:25 PM)Leonard D Neubache Wrote:  This will be known as the day that eL-JJ broke the manosphere by proving that THOTs are useful as something other than fucktoys.

Technically some guys have sex with them like that and kill two birds with one stone. The only thing missing from that Connor Murphy video is a turgid phallic insertion into those lizards as he performs those exercises.