Post: #26

(10-03-2012 11:51 AM)tenderman100 Wrote:  First of all, I want to thank all of those who thanked me in my initial post. It is a badge of honor to get what I think is the "most liked" post in the history of the great RooshV forum.

Thank you for the real-life perspective.

For the record, though, I think the most-liked post is still MrXY's handshake post.

Post: #27

(10-06-2012 06:01 PM)tenderman100 Wrote:  Attended the funeral this week. Nice speeches. People dressed up.

In other words, it sucked.

Burn me up and throw my ashes into the Pacific Ocean. I want no speeches when my time comes.

That's how I feel. I don't want any fanfare. Just cremate me and scatter me somewhere. My feeling is that gone is gone. I get no comfort from knowing that either me or a loved one is buried somewhere. I don't get any comfort from someone coming to visit my grave and dropping flowers. I'm gone. But I understand that funerals are for the living. For people that truly cared about you, it's the last thing they can do for you and say their goodbyes. For those that really didn't care about you, it's their way of telling themselves that they paid their respects and can feel good about themselves.

Post: #28

I can honestly say that I still feel a sense of anticipation and excitement with each new bang. Yeah, I might get bored with some of them right after, but I still like getting new ones. Most men don't ever lose the desire to fuck, even when they can't physically do the deed anymore. If a man takes care of himself, barring injury or unpreventable illness, he should be able to fuck well into his 60s. Anything after that is gravy. Then you can be that dirty old man, copping feels off of nurse's aides in the old folks home...HA HA!

Post: #29

(09-27-2012 07:04 PM)tenderman100 Wrote:  So my advice to you -- make sure you treat every fuck like it's your last one. Even if you don't like her all that much, pound her until she is a quivering mush of orgasmic flesh. And when you bust your nut, say to yourself "This is what it means to be alive." Every time. Whether you're 20 or 50.

Because it all comes to its close.

Highly tempted to post this on Facebook but common sense says bad idea. lol but this post really hit me lately. I think I'm going to call that old skool I turned down tonight and go remind myself what it means to be alive.

Seriously though - great reminder.

Seriously though - picking my phone up now.

Beyond All Seas

"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe.
To be your own man is a hard business. If you try it, you'll be lonely often, and sometimes
frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." - Kipling

Post: #30

Sorry for the wall of text, but this post has the opposite effect on me.
I feel I'm at a sort of crossroads right now. The best analogy I can give is its like I'm stuck on a cruise ship full of 7s, docked right in front of an island full of 9s with an electrified fence surrounding them. In the past six months, my game has progressed to the point where with a bit of effort and solid logistics, I can bang a 7 no problem. As first I was excited about this, running through a fair amount of girls, accumulating a harem of 5 different girls of varying nationalities. The thrill of going to any venue, being able to approach a stranger, and progressing the interaction to the point of sex was liberating.

Lately however, I've lost motivation. These girls simply aren't doing it for me anymore. The juices just aren't flowing for me during the interaction. Its like I'm stuck on the hamster wheel we so despise here comprised of average girls with mediocre personalities. Its not a testerone thing because I lift and run everyday, and I've been on a strict paleo diet for over a year now. First something about me that may help explain this funk I've fallen into. I've always been incredibly competitive. Mediocrity is something I can never resign myself to. I feel this has something do with why this is happening. I want MORE. I want better quality, and I have no problem sacrificing quantity at this point. If I get horny I can shoot out a text and have a girl many betas would be happy to bang over in 30 minutes. But its no consolation.

This dawned on me this past weekend in NYC. GOD I love this city. I get more IOIs here than anywhere else in the US. But these IOIs are fleeting. I run through the whole interaction in my head in seconds. The approach, perfectly situational, I get her laughing, we venue change, she starts complimenting me, then the self-validation, and finally the bang. Last night I was approached by 3 different girls. I can't remember the last time this happened. These girls were 6, and 7s, with lines as direct as "I'm so-and-so, you're handsome and I want to meet you." I was cordial, and flirted back just for my own amusement. Halfway through the interaction I realized I had zero interest and just couldn't see myself banging another average girl. Once you've had the forbidden fruit, you can never go back so to speak. The hotter the girls I've been with, the tougher it is to downgrade for me without excessive amounts of alcohol. I'm in a purgatory of pointlessly average pussy.

This weekend I approached some 8s, and a handful of 9s(which I rarely see, so there is no hesitation when I do). None coming to fruition. Each seemed disconnected, disinterested, and self-absorbed. I felt like a lure in the water that was not attractive to a fish that wasn't hungry. I just couldn't perpetuate a connection like I had with other quality girls in the past.

Maybe I'm on a cold streak with quality/hot women? If that makes any sense? Or is this an American cultural phenomenon? Maybe my game with hot girls lately is subpar? The best solution I can come up for this is just continue grinding, continue approaching, continue to improve myself. Perhaps through this journey I'll come across some diamonds in the rough, and I'll be ready for them.