Post: #126

(09-21-2016 10:57 PM)Leonard D Neubache Wrote:  Here's a personal opinion the likes of which I have not seen voiced elsewhere in this forum.

The longer a relationship lasts, the deeper the hole it will rip out of your soul when it's uprooted. This is not Disneyland shit. It's a fact. Humans and indeed many of the higher mammals are adapted to forge strong bonds and those bonds are protected by the biologically induced sense of loss we feel when we lose that member of our "tribe". There is at first the massive sense of loss that lasts for a varying time, but generally a few weeks (or months at worst).

But what most people don't consider or even acknowledge is the lesser degree of loss we continue to suffer over the rest of our lives. Anyone who's lost several close family members will probably attest to this. It changes you as a person, and while it may make you harder it does not make you happier.

It seems like most guys on this forum take an approach to life which says "I rationalise this, therefore I will feel it as such." Umm, not really. Sure, we're men. We like to think that emotions are something we can banish with logic but we're still made of flesh and bone. It doesn't work that way.

So this ties in with your dilemma thusly.

It doesn't matter what pretence you enter into this relationship with. Your very biology is going to fuck you when she's ripped out of your life, regardless of whether it's on your terms or not. We see this all the time when some guy dumps an LTR he's completely fed up with. In theory he should be over the moon, but we all know that it leaves a scar that you have little to no means to truly heal.

Having said all that, this bitch is seriously bad news. You understand why now? A smoking hot woman that is completely fucking unreliable is the most dangerous force a man can get entangled with because your biology is not interested in all your fucking excuses when it ends.

Your genetic coding is going to think it's hit the jackpot! OMFG! ARE YOU SEEING THESE GENES? THOSE GENES AND OUR GENES ARE GOING TO CREATE A MASTER FUCKING RACE AND PURGE ALL LESSER BREEDS FROM OUR LANDS! WE FUCKING DID IT! ALL WE HAVE TO DO NOW IS KILL ALL POTENTIAL RIVAL MATES AND WE ARE FUCKING GOLDEN!

You think that voice is going to just "switch off" because you say to yourself "well, we both knew this wasn't going to last". NOPE! That voice is going to say:

BRAH, YOU FUCKED UP BRO! YOU WERE GOING TO CREATE THE MASTER RACE. YOU HAD IT ALL AND YOU FUCKED IT UP, BRAH! YOU FUCKING BLEW IT!.

And in the back of your mind your loins will be feeding you that for a loooooooooooong fucking time. She will always be "the one" no matter what a bitch she was and how much your conscious mind hated her in the end.

This is not even going into birth control sabotage and what happens when a 30 something empowered woman yanks your children out from under you in a society where you have no fucking control over the outcome. That's basically what you're seeing above but on steroids.

So there you have it. You don't get to "just fuck around for a bit" with women like this. Here genes have gotten their claws into your genes and vice versa. Only the depth of penetration and subsequent trauma of removal remain to be seen, and that my good man is simply matter of how long you choose to keep playing this unwinnable game.

Truth hurts

Post: #127

I don't know where that Leonard post is from, but it's dead-on. The first girl I ever loved - we never had sex. She broke up with me while I still loved her. My dick was on fire, it actually hurt. As if my my brain/penis was literally trying to tell me: "brah you should've fucked her, that was it. That was your golden ticket to her amazing genes."

Girl was gorgeous and had BPD. Anyone who has dealt with BPD girls knows they scar you for life. Imagine not even having sex with her and then your entire being for months agonizing you over how you fucked that one up.

Post: #128

^ I endured a similar situation. I was plying a young virgin with incredible genes who'd been fucked up by feminism and had "sexual issues". I played that game for far too long and to my credit got closer than any man had prior but in the end pulled the plug because I knew her brainwashing ran too deep and even if I nailed her the sex would only be awkward and rare thereafter.

But to this day my dick still whispers of those perfectly spherical gravity defying titties and that unblemished alabaster skin.

"Fuuuuucked uuuuup, Braaaaah. Maaaaaaster raaaaaaaaace......."

Post: #129

(09-22-2016 04:17 AM)Leonard D Neubache Wrote:  ^ I endured a similar situation. I was plying a young virgin with incredible genes who'd been fucked up by feminism and had "sexual issues". I played that game for far too long and to my credit got closer than any man had prior but in the end pulled the plug because I knew her brainwashing ran too deep and even if I nailed her the sex would only be awkward and rare thereafter.

But to this day my dick still whispers of those perfectly spherical gravity defying titties and that unblemished alabaster skin.

"Fuuuuucked uuuuup, Braaaaah. Maaaaaaster raaaaaaaaace......."

Truth. I have an ex, an objective 8 and a 9 to me. Total psycho, manipulative, terrible girlfriend and shit in the sack. Wouldn't touch her with a barge pole now, totally toxic and it's no wonder I dumped her.

Nearly 2 decades later still fantasize about her...our kids would have been Ubermensch, no word of a lie. Your body and mind just won't forgive!

Post: #130

(09-22-2016 01:39 AM)blck Wrote:  

(09-21-2016 10:57 PM)Leonard D Neubache Wrote:  Here's a personal opinion the likes of which I have not seen voiced elsewhere in this forum.

The longer a relationship lasts, the deeper the hole it will rip out of your soul when it's uprooted. This is not Disneyland shit. It's a fact. Humans and indeed many of the higher mammals are adapted to forge strong bonds and those bonds are protected by the biologically induced sense of loss we feel when we lose that member of our "tribe". There is at first the massive sense of loss that lasts for a varying time, but generally a few weeks (or months at worst).

But what most people don't consider or even acknowledge is the lesser degree of loss we continue to suffer over the rest of our lives. Anyone who's lost several close family members will probably attest to this. It changes you as a person, and while it may make you harder it does not make you happier.

It seems like most guys on this forum take an approach to life which says "I rationalise this, therefore I will feel it as such." Umm, not really. Sure, we're men. We like to think that emotions are something we can banish with logic but we're still made of flesh and bone. It doesn't work that way.

So this ties in with your dilemma thusly.

It doesn't matter what pretence you enter into this relationship with. Your very biology is going to fuck you when she's ripped out of your life, regardless of whether it's on your terms or not. We see this all the time when some guy dumps an LTR he's completely fed up with. In theory he should be over the moon, but we all know that it leaves a scar that you have little to no means to truly heal.

Having said all that, this bitch is seriously bad news. You understand why now? A smoking hot woman that is completely fucking unreliable is the most dangerous force a man can get entangled with because your biology is not interested in all your fucking excuses when it ends.

Your genetic coding is going to think it's hit the jackpot! OMFG! ARE YOU SEEING THESE GENES? THOSE GENES AND OUR GENES ARE GOING TO CREATE A MASTER FUCKING RACE AND PURGE ALL LESSER BREEDS FROM OUR LANDS! WE FUCKING DID IT! ALL WE HAVE TO DO NOW IS KILL ALL POTENTIAL RIVAL MATES AND WE ARE FUCKING GOLDEN!

You think that voice is going to just "switch off" because you say to yourself "well, we both knew this wasn't going to last". NOPE! That voice is going to say:

BRAH, YOU FUCKED UP BRO! YOU WERE GOING TO CREATE THE MASTER RACE. YOU HAD IT ALL AND YOU FUCKED IT UP, BRAH! YOU FUCKING BLEW IT!.

And in the back of your mind your loins will be feeding you that for a loooooooooooong fucking time. She will always be "the one" no matter what a bitch she was and how much your conscious mind hated her in the end.

This is not even going into birth control sabotage and what happens when a 30 something empowered woman yanks your children out from under you in a society where you have no fucking control over the outcome. That's basically what you're seeing above but on steroids.

So there you have it. You don't get to "just fuck around for a bit" with women like this. Here genes have gotten their claws into your genes and vice versa. Only the depth of penetration and subsequent trauma of removal remain to be seen, and that my good man is simply matter of how long you choose to keep playing this unwinnable game.

Truth hurts

I can't agree with this enough. I was close with this girl for over a year (she was a slut but very caring and pretty girl). The relationship was complicated and when she cut me off for whatever reason... I felt and still feel like I lost a relative. Flashbacks of us together have been fucking with my head every day. I dreamed about her over ten times. Logically I know it's over and I need to move one, but as stated above I feel like something has been ripped out of me. I'm scarred and I just haven't been as happy in general as I usually am. It's a total mind fuck and I don't know how long this is going to last. It's crazy and makes me wish that this whole feminism sexually liberated era ends soon. This just isn't natural.

Post: #131

From the Pitt/Jolie thread:

(09-26-2016 04:20 AM)Sumanguru Wrote:  Thanks for the post, Conscious Pirate.

Reading through that history, that woman has more flags than a UN meeting. And Brad ignored all of them. That's why I think one of the most important things the Manosphere does is teach men to pay attention to signs of craziness. It's so easy to ignore the crazy when the crazy is beautiful.

That line really made me laugh.

Post: #132

(10-02-2016 06:19 PM)Cobra Wrote:  

(10-01-2016 07:46 PM)Cobra Wrote:  My initial reaction below but more to come. I am a US Navy veteran and quite apalled.

I don't write long posts any more and hence my hope is that I am not too incoherent here.

I wrote this earlier and wish to clarify. I was in the Navy for 4 years active duty and another 4 in the active reserves within a "Seabee" unit. For an Indian immigrant like myself that at that time was only in the country for 6 years or so, it was a new lease in life. I'm not an all-American dude that had a normal middle class life and just had social problems to deal with. I came from a poor immigrant family, with no cultural assimilation skills or guidance and had to build myself up from the very bottom while resisting every single thing that made me who I was to that point. I literally had close to zero confidence, petrified to talk to pretty girls my age, wore shitty clothes, couldn't run a few laps on the track without loss of breath and couldn't fight worth a shit. The Navy turned around each and every single one of these elements around full circle to as positive as could be. Today, I'm very successful in almost all aspects of life, but had I not joined the Navy, I probably would not have had it. So while this post may be long winded, I dedicate it to those that created my success.

My pride in the Navy was like every other person's in boot camp. We were taught to love the Navy. Ratings were just one source of that pride. A boatswain's mate (BM) was known to be the rough and tumble guy that didn't give a shit. A Gunner's Mate (GM) was known to be a bad ass with weapons. A Ship's Serviceman (SH) was known to be a social mofo. A Disbursing Clerk (DK), my own rating, was known to be the "money man" aka player. People wore their rating on their face. It's just the Navy I remember. Another thing worth mentioning was the advancement of minorities. Up to the point I joined, the only way I had seen black people portrayed was on TV and a few thugs in my shitty high school. In boot camp, this was thrown out the window. I mean, we were all literally the same BUT each had a chance to prove himself; no fucking advantage (except maybe physical which could be overcome) anywhere to be had no matter where you came from. It was a place where I finally felt like I had the same chance as others. Now, this meant a lot to me because up to that point, in the backwards ass town I grew up in, I was told I wasn't as good as any of the white guys that had the sweet cars, pretty girlfriends and went on great vacations. Here, I finally have a chance to build myself up. So did every black person that came in there; nothing holding them back except themselves, just like me. Without elaborating, fast forward 20 years. One of these fine gentlemen is a "Commander," many others are "Chief Petty Officers" or above, and others are in officer ranks. I clearly remember how some of these guys came from even the worst areas of South side Chicago. For example, if you run into that Commander, you will realize he still retains some of that accent he retained from maybe the hood in Chicago, but the guy leads a unit full of trained operators that can do damage. Remember I said Boatswain's Mates were the ruff and tumble; I remember a lot of these guys were tough as nails black dudes from some crazy walks of life and earned not only the respect of that rating but fit right in with their direct and tough approach on life. We also had a whole lot of Samoans as Gunner's mates. These fuckers just made great Gunner's Mates. I felt like they were the warriors with weapons if you can picture that. Oh and the Phillipinos; great technicians, especially Electrical and Engineers. They were smart as fuck. If America was like this, with respect to cultures, without being so damn politically correct, I would be okay.

I have a bone to pick with this "gender neutral" bullshit too. There were women in some of these ratings that did great, including some bad ass black women that were Boatswain's Mates. However, there were also some real slutty ones, and quite a few, that got pregnant just to avoid a deployment. This shit was prevalent every month. They added little to no value to the lower ranks. Every time one of them left, a man had to pick up their slack. This meant, more deck work, more lifting boxes, more swabbing decks. All, because of a pussy pass. Now Mabus wants to blur the lines even more and empower these bitches further by shitting on tradition.

Now, about the only positive I see from this is that there may be some flexibility to move across specialties if people are not "rated" a certain way outright. That's fine but one could still argue that you can do that without eliminating the pride sailors have developed in the rating system. Another words, let people keep their ratings but if you want to give them more training in other areas, so be it, but don't fuck with their rating. This has already been done before anyways. I mean, the "warfare" qualification has already been instituted for a similar purpose. I earned my surface warfare pin. It meant that I knew a little about how every aspect of the ship worked; meaning if I were to be assigned to the Engine Room, I know where shit was and how it worked or that if I was assigned to the bridge, I literally knew how to drive the ship. All this being said, I was still known as the clean cut money guy and wore that check with a key on it as a source of pride.

This Mabus led change makes almost no sense except to "neuter-alize" the military into being a vanilla culture-less institution where pride and tradition don't matter. As I mentioned above, given our cultural diversity in the US, the Navy and maybe even the Military in general is one institution that has created an inclusive yet respectful environment for Americans from all walks of life including myself and then helped them succeed. There is tremendous value in that from the stand point that the civilian world could even use this as an example. I mean, in the Navy, either you were good at your job or not. Either you were cool, or not. Either you could get pussy, or not. It was truly an equal opportunity institution where you couldn't bitch about your race without getting your ass handed to you. It gave me great confidence here that as long as I work hard and stay connected to people, I will get very far.

Look, starting at the same place and having the same opportunities, is not the same as this liberal concept of "everyone is the same." No, you don't get treated the same if you had a chance to prove yourself and you fucked up. You go to the back of the line and start again. OR you can choose a shittier job. Instead of clearly understanding this, our leaders and politicians are feeding us tremendous bull shit regarding how we should treat people better just because of the way they look or where they come from, even though they haven't earned it. This Mabus "change" is exactly a pre-cursor to the next shittier version of this plan. Ratings were about earning your way in; and you were let in if you fit in culturally. It was a symbol of success into a community. They are trying to break apart each and every community by destroying the symbols administratively and turning it into a number.

Certainly a sad day for my Navy. I want to tie these cocks to an anchor and drop it in the middle of the meditterranean sea and sing "Anchors aweigh" as they hit the depth.

This is the kind of equal opportunity that makes a nation great.

Post: #133

Great comment on the techniques/toolkit needed to investigate a girl's sexual history:

Quote:It's definitely true that women will lie about their sexual history---their ability to secure long-term provisioning is a stake so there much incentive for them to be dishonest.

But in my experience, if you come across non-judgmental and you win a girl's trust she'll tell you what you want to know about her history. In obtaining this information, your biggest ally is time. Yes a woman will lie---but no one can lie forever and keep all their lies, backstories and details straight. Like most worthwhile information, the truth about a girl's sexual history usually cannot be obtained quickly. It takes time to build that trust and really get to know who she is and really get her to open up. And during that time you are also observing her behavior and social interactions as well. Is she an attention whore? How does she react to "slut shaming"? How many of her friends are guys she's "really close with"? And so on. I will say again: time is your ally and you need to be able to play a long game to get at what you need to know.

To that end it helps to have a certain mindset, IMO. Getting a girl to sleep with you involves ramping up the attraction (alpha) but you also need to make her feel comfortable being alone around you. This "comfort" game---the more "beta" side of game, if you will---is what you will (usually) need to ramp up, just a bit, to get a girl to divulge her sexual history over time. At least in my experience. What's been most effective for me personally, is subtle maneuvering to demonstrate a non-judgmental attitude and then slowly, sometimes obliquely, sometimes directly divulging some information about myself as well. Being willing to make yourself a little vulnerable has been very useful to me. If you have a girl who, over time, doesn't respond to your probing, your own honesty and willingness somewhat vulnerable---then either, 1) the "comfort" side of your game needs work, or 2) this girl is not LTR material as she is likely emotionally damaged. And yes, all of this has to be done while maintain the "alpha" attraction that the girl needs to want to fuck you. No one said the Game was easy.

In the end, you are exploiting a unique feature of human psychology: that everyone, deep down, wants to be known. Everyone wants to be authentic and known for who they truly are. Women lie about their sexual histories because they feel like they have to, not because they want to. Mining this has been key for me and once the girls (eventually) give me the truth then I make my decisions about LTR or not with my usual ruthlessness.

(Note: all of this assumes the girl is a candidate for an LTR. If you meet a girl, bang her and she never hangs around long enough to be probed then, obviously, you have everything you need to know about her.)

However, I'm also of the opinion that, while fairly meaningful, the number of dicks a woman has had is less important than how many of those guys were alphas. I've seen this first-hand. I've been with sluts who I've trained into whores faithful to me because the guys they'd been with before were lame and they'd never had anyone like me. Likewise, I've been with girls with very low partner counts but who I could tell weren't over their previous bfs---textbook alpha widow stuff.

So there is no easy answer, really. And if you are one of the guys on this forum who's a bit older---it's harder in some ways because by a certain age most all women you meet will be alpha widows.

The overall point of this post is that it is possible to get the information you want about sexual history straight from the horses' mouth. You just have to have that timeless quality of every player from Casanova onward: patience. Patience, an understanding of the core human psychology you are trying to tap, your powers of observation, your own authenticity, and a relentless undercurrent of alpha---no woman can withstand this quiet siege indefinitely.

I speak from personal experience.

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Post: #134

Great comment on self improvement by Isaac Jordan:

(09-27-2016 05:08 PM)Isaac Jordan Wrote:  I've never been that extroverted, but something similar occurred to me several years ago after I graduated from college and began working full-time.

Having landed a rather lucrative sales job, I began reading books on investing, in order to best make use of my new cash flow.

Two of the concepts that immediately stood out to me were spending money versus investing money, and compound interest. I imagine most people reading this won't need extended explanations of why those are important ideas.

The real game-changer, the one which dramatically affected my personality and lifestyle choices, was the realization that these financial concepts can also be applied to time.

It's easy enough to understand the trade-off between spending money (buying a truck) and investing money (buying Ford stock). Plug a few numbers into an Excel sheet, and you can calculate the exact opportunity cost of putting $500/month into a car payment instead of into your 401k.

What's not so easy to see are the trade-offs involved in spending time (watching Netflix every night, drinking all weekend, playing video games) instead of investing time (hitting the gym, building a business, practicing a skill). And just like the exponential effects of compound interest only become apparent after an extended period of compounding, the effects of invested time (mastery) really only start to show after thousands of hours of focused effort.

Once I realized the path to achieving those goals came primarily from an intelligent investment of my time, I became unable to enjoy many of the things I used to, like watching football or reading fiction. Real enjoyment came from pursuing my goals and improving my skill set.

(I still enjoy occasional pleasant distractions, like a movie or vacation, but aim to structure my life so that 80% of my time was invested and only 20% spent.)

While taking the red pill encouraged me to pursue lofty goals, I've found that most people in life are happy with a comfortable mediocrity and will never aspire to greatness (financial or otherwise). They'd rather spend their time distracting themselves with drugs and alcohol, television, professional sports, and so on, rather than consciously invest it in creating a better life.

The last few years has seen a dramatic whittling down of my social circle, as I began spending more time with like-minded men (mostly RVFers) and less time with the blue-pilled public. Most of my time these days is spent reading, growing my business, lifting, day gaming, and networking with a small number of high-quality men.

Initially it felt strange, becoming so isolated from most of the world. I constantly doubted myself, wondering if there was something wrong with me for not wanting to act like the rest of the sheeple.

But after a few years the time invested is starting to pay dividends. While many of my college buddies are fat, broke, and involuntarily single/divorced, I'm in great shape with a big pile of money in the bank and an increasingly successful ability to bed hot college girls.

Perhaps one day, once I've achieved a few of these goals, I'll restructure my time portfolio so that I'm spending more and investing less. But for now, seeing my success begin to turn exponential has only increased my desire to invest my time in achieving my goals, and I've never been happier to be checked out of mainstream, blue-pill society.

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Post: #135

"You can get chicks without checks, it's better that way." -WIA

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Post: #136

Guriko wrote the following. Thank you for this amazing post; I also work in healthcare, and you put something I've as yet been unable to express into words. I'm stealing the gratefulness mantra by the way.

(06-11-2016 02:13 AM)Guriko Wrote:  Ever since I’ve read Mr. Lemons visceral description of him having a heart attack and the blunt, honest reasons he states why it had come to this the words stuck with me. For whatever reason. I did not know why until recently.

I am finishing up med school (thank God for that, it takes long enough) and am slowly starting to learn on how to swim within clinical situations. Real life clinical situations, where theories come to clash with practice and oh Lord how they clash in epical, comical, tragically fashion. But that is a story for another day.

I am being a bit disingenuous here as I’ve started doing my first clinical rounds a couple years ago. But my mind has changed since then.

In medicine our constant companion is death. Yet, funnily, we do not really acknowledge it. It is hard but please let me try to explain. Currently I’ve been learning ‘Allergology’, the studies centered around allergies (duh). Seems bland enough I thought to myself – you’ve got your hypersensitive reactions, your symptoms, clinical signs, standard procedures, standard drugs, yada – yada – yada. However I clearly remember a most mundane moment that engraved itself within my mind in vivid, clear memory.

It was a class about different types of allergies and one of the topics were insect allergies such as bodily overreactions towards insect poisons (i.e. when you are stung by a bee, wasp etc.). The death toll per year for a couple of countries such as Germany, Switzerland, Austria, U.S.A. is about 50 per year. That ’50 per year’ on the PowerPoint presentation was just one line. Three words. I’ve heard this line thousands of times before albeit in different forms – different diseases and different numbers. Usually much higher.

Yet – from every possible thing which could have lodged itself into my brain I particularly remember this one mundane fact.

So, what of it?

Why was this, I started to think because I could not shake it off. I thought about it constantly, even gotten shivers over it until it hit me.

We are so fragile. The human body, despite being championed as a miracle of God’s/Universe’s creation, is so, damn, fragile. All it takes is a bee sting, to which you have recently developed an allergy and still do not know it yet, when you are out in the middle of nowhere trying to enjoy Nature marvels and ‘poof’ – you are gone.

You, your memories, your past, your present, your future is gone. Your story has ended.

‘The death of one man is a tragedy; the death of millions is a statistic,’ by Stalin came to mind. In an interesting note I thought to myself – ‘Have we, as medical care workers, started thinking about our patients as robots which must be greased and fixed instead of human beings which must be treated and healed in order to preserve our own sanity? Is this our way to cope with ‘death’?’ I did not come to the answer of this question. Yet. But this, too, is a story for another day.

I’ve lost sleep over this not because I’ve gotten terrified but because I’ve gotten angry at myself: ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! You ungrateful son of a bitch! How many days have you wasted? Days? Fucking weeks, months, YEARS?! People are dying around the world in the most horrible or bland fashions trying to get a taste what has been shoved into your ungrateful ass since you were born. Fucking ingrate… promise me, promise yourself – never again will you waste time and never again will you be ungrateful.’

I’ve stopped shielding myself against the pain, agony and death of the patients I come into contact with. I let it wash over me, like I am standing in the middle of the sea and the tide comes. For many times it swallowed me into the depths and I thought I’d never be able to resurface again. But I swim back up. I force myself to, one stroke at a time. The feeling is… hard to describe – cleansing probably fits best.

It’s hard to put into words of another tongue the emotions I’ve felt crawling through my skin when I was in the middle of the room when a female patient was given the diagnosis of metastatic melanoma. T4N2M1 (T – tumor size, N – lymph node status and M – metastasis) which means the melanoma was big (but not on the skin, within the skin); it metastasized into the lymph nodes and into another organ. 5 – year survival rate? Less than 20% with heavy probability of relapse if ‘cured’. The woman was 40 years old. Looked good for the age and had no bigger health issues in her life. Sweet too and I came to like her.

Melanomas are sly and brutal fuckers. You see them, but do not recognize them. They look like brown melanin spots which you probably have a couple on yourself. Probably even in places you usually do not see or inspect, such as the back, or the back of your legs. This is what makes them deadly.

P.S. Please wear sunscreen! The sun’s rays are not to be trifled with, especially in the summer or if you live somewhere where it is always sunny. Even more so if you are one of the guys, like me, who have a lot of brown spots. The chance of getting melanoma (for us) is 5% and there is no need to raise it higher with UV rays. Wear 30+!

Many times when they are diagnosed it is already too late for a therapy option which could have cured you. For many patents medicine can only prolong life, but cannot save it. It’s a cruel fact I’ve come to accept. Prolongation (of agony?) instead of salvation. Cold, hard truth. The woman came into the clinic because of unspecific health issues the doctors could not figure out and then ‘boom’. Yes, ‘boom’ is all I saw on her face. Shock, void of emotion, pale, ghostly, terrifying.

I’ve become much grateful as a person. I’ve never lived in squalor and was given many things for which I should have worked for free of charge. Because I was lucky enough to be born from a ball-sack of man and uterus of a woman who were able to make good money and give them to me. Was I grateful? Not nearly enough.

Not, nearly, fucking, enough.

This is my gratefulness mantra I wrote for myself and read to myself every day I wake up since. It’s been very useful to me as I can see the good when the bad happens. The bad will always happen; it is just a matter of time. But I’ll see the good. I’ll see the beautiful within the ugly and enjoy life. It is much too short and too fragile.

‘Cuz tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50…’





I am grateful

I am grateful for having woken up and being given the blessing to live another day.

I am grateful for a having a mind which is clear and my own and being given the possibility to learn.
I am grateful for having sight with which I can watch in awe the wonders of Nature.
I am grateful for having hearing with which I listen to the wonderful sounds of the Universe.
I am grateful for being able to smell the beautiful scents of the World.
I am grateful for being able to taste the infinite combinations of Food.
I am grateful for having a functional Penis with which I can plan my Dynasty and experience pleasures with women I love.
I am grateful for having functional arms and legs which allow me to explore and wrestle with Nature.
I am grateful for having a healthy body which gives my Soul a vessel to steer within this World.

I am grateful for being born to parents who loved me, fed me, clothed me, sheltered me and guided me to the best of their abilities.

I am grateful for being born within in a time where technology makes possible to make friends thousands of miles away and having access to this digital library we call the ‘Internet’ from which everything can be learned if one searches long enough.
I am grateful for being born within a place which is not ravaged by war, famine or dictators and gives me the opportunity to focus on improving myself instead of simply trying to survive.

I am grateful for the good experiences which elevate my Spirit to the highest of hights.
I am grateful for the bad experiences which pull me down to the bottom of the Depths and force me to learn how to swim back up to the surface.

I am, deeply, grateful for stumbling upon the Manosphere which gave me the key to open the door within myself and access my Male spirituality and how to understand It.
I am grateful for being born a Man as I have been given the opportunity to make Miracles come true.

I am grateful.

My example: I’ve been told that I’ll be able to go to another country and get more experiences in a field of medicine I really like and for that I am deeply grateful. Seems like finally the labors of my work are starting to bear fruit and I’ll be able to make the first step to financial independence and start to give back my parents and this forum what they’ve given to me.

Life, again, is fragile and short, brothers. Make use of it more than 100% and be grateful for each day. You never know when your Story will end.

Post: #137

(11-06-2016 08:22 AM)david.garrett84 Wrote:  I got sick of doing older girls, and older for me was five years older or less. I'm only in my 20s, yet the last time I bedded a 30-year-old or above, Hillary was still the Secretary of State.

But a general theme to remember: manipulate their need to reclaim their youth. Youth is relative. A woman who hits 30 is often desperately craving a return to 20 or 25. Same for a 35 or 40-year-old lamenting not being 30.

A lot of these women, especially if they haven't had kids or not found "the one", will look to temporary fantasies or diversions to forget their age.

Options for OP and his prospective MILF/sugar mama
- A trip abroad
- A hotel tryst
- Clubbing with her, particularly if she hasn't done it in years or rarely does
- Seemingly stupid little intrigues, whether a secluded spot to spend time alone or something forbidden but still engaged in (like a blowjob in a cinema)

Bear in mind that this also works on girls your own age or younger who are experiencing a loss of security or frazzled identity (e.g. college senior about to graduate/career girl starting on the bottom rung/newly promoted gal struggling to keep up).

Feed her fantasy, OP, which can usually be achieved in a far easier fashion than you first expect.

Post: #138

(05-05-2017 08:41 AM)NomadofEU Wrote:  Men love idealistically.

We project our ideals onto women and then fool ourselves into believing we're in love with them.

In reality we're just in love with our own ideals and one day some random sloot just happened to be on the receiving end

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Post: #139

(07-06-2014 05:33 PM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  I've yet to meet a woman who didn't complicate both my life and hers through her deliberate choice to do so. Drama is crack to them.

I often think I accomplish what I do in life despite the women in it.

Post: #140

Tuth's post on why he loves crazy chicks is probably the best thing I have read here. I was legit in tears.

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(07-16-2015 04:25 AM)Tuthmosis Wrote:  

(07-15-2015 09:16 AM)Courage Reborn Wrote:  But time and time again, I get hung up on the most insane, emotionally volatile chicks possible. Against my better judgement. Just like how women get turned on by the bad boy. Even though she knows he's bad news logically.

If going for crazy chicks is the male equivalent of "going for the bad boy," I'm a vacant-eyed carousel rider who's been in dozens of gangbangs at rodeos and who gets pushed to the A-List line on the flights to Dubai.



Absolutely nothing fuels my boner more than a crazy chick. And I mean it in the unhealthiest of twisted ways. I've gotten to the point I can sniff out crazy in the subtlest and tiniest of signals. Just like a World Series of Poker champion knows you have a shitty hand if one of your sweat glands so much as quivers, I know a bitch is my-kind-of-crazy just from the way she glances down for a fraction of a second, from the idiosyncrasies of her word-choice patterns, even from the penmanship on her shopping list. This is some next-level, horse-whisperer, Beautiful Mind shit.



I'm sure this is some sort of escalating, drug-like addiction--where I've gradually moved from candy cigarettes to Meth--but I now find myself actively seeking out odder and crazier bitches. The other day, some chick stole an undisclosed large object from a bar I took her to. She just walked out with it, and it was large enough to see from a block away. I didn't even flinch. In fact, I thought it endearing that she, later, gave it to me--telling me it "look[ed] nice" in my apartment. Avoiding them once upon a time, I now blast through red flags like a bull at Pamplona.

A sampling of the crazy bitches I've banged, even "dated":

• Was institutionalized when she had a breakdown because I didn't call her back soon enough (Just try to conceptualize the hall-of-fame dicking I must lay down for bitches to develop that level of anguish.)
  
  
• Heard voices in head, and had the audacity to get mad at me when I once callously fell asleep during one of her episodes, instead of trying to help her quiet them (i.e., I was so unfazed by her psychotic episode, I was able to sleep like a baby through it. It might have even rocked me to sleep.)
  
  
• Was so emotionally numb she had a blank stare during sex, and would talk about pedestrian topics. The last time we banged, she was asking me career advice while I was pounding. I gave her the advice, and it had zero effect on my boner. If anything, the emotional disconnect firmed it up a little bit.
  
  
• Brazenly stole from me on the first date (a pack of gum) and then had the temerity to offer me a stick of my own gum later that night (not in a joking way).
  

There are more stories like this, and that doesn't even count all of the categories that include multiple bitches (there's, of course, overlap too):

• Bitches who got off with choking and hard slapping (which is nothing these days)
• Bitches with legit eating disorders (contrary to popular belief, that ROK article wasn't "trolling," it was just true)
• Bitches who cried for no reason, out of the blue, and then were happy 5 minutes later
• Bitches who were from prominently, even famously, religious families and were engaging in risky, raw-dog sex with me and taking Plan B the next day
• Bitches with a blank, 90% emotionless affect (one of my personal favorites)
  

A few days ago, I banged this odd chick on the first date. She had this weird quirk where she seemed like a total bitch for one minute, and then got nice for 20 minutes, only to seem like a mean bitch for another minute. It was like a cycle. She had a nice thigh gap, so I was went for the bang.

After the sex, she got up to go to the bathroom, to (hopefully) clean off her pussy. On the way there, she ran into my kitchen knives--these terrifying metallic monsters I regularly sharpen myself on whetstones. She grabbed them and started joking about stabbing me, taking an aggressive stance that, to be honest, didn't seem 100% normal goofing around.



Chick: "What if I grabbed these and attacked you. You'd be trapped."

Tuthmosis:



Tuthmosis: "Before you could even get over here, I will have beaten you down with that chair [a little chair right near my bed]. Now put those down before you dull them."

I'll probably bang her again.

There's some saying that if you stare at the monster in the face long enough, you become the monster. I'm sure I didn't start off like this. But habitually banging these damaged American broads has given me certain appetites I'm now obligated to feed. Sooner or later all this shit is gonna catch up to me (or I'll move to country with some actual nice girls), but in the meantime:

Post: #141

(07-07-2014 10:11 PM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  If I could only offer one piece of advice to a man, it is to master your sexual desire. Cultivate the ability to be able to walk away from women if you don't like their behaviour, even if sex is on the table.

I've never had or observed a relationship where a woman hasn't tried to use her pussy to always get her way, usually by either withholding sex or threatening to.

Take away their most powerful card and show it has no effect on you, and they'll think your a man in an entirely-differently league to what they've experienced before. This is where you cultivate obsessive devotion from them.

Post: #142

How do you hate somebody you once loved?

(05-14-2014 02:56 AM)Handsome Creepy Eel Wrote:  Imagine having a dog who is cute, playful and protective about you. You love it and would do anything for it. It's the best dog in the world and you are its best friend.

Even though you're treating it well all the time, the dog slowly starts to misbehave. It doesn't let you pet it, it runs away or destroys stuff. You forgive him because it's your dog and you love it with all your heart.

You know that it doesn't have it in its heart to be a bad dog and this is just a passing phase, otherwise you wouldn't love it. You don't care. It's just a tiny, irrelevant detail.

The dog then bites you. You try to understand what you did to make the dog angry and placate it, but no avail; the dog is snarling and barely seems to be recognizing you. Even though your heart is full of terror and you feel a primal urge to run away, you force yourself to stay and take care of your friend until it gets better.

The dog ends up biting you several more times over the next few months, and all of its initial playfulness is gone. The memories of how the dog was before are fading, slowly being replaced by new ones. Eventually, the only thing you can recall is the dog foaming at the mouth and trying to kill you. All positive association is gone from your mind, your love slowly conditioned out of you. You still love the dog, but it's very distant.

Sometime after this point, you snap and decide that any kind of life is better than life with the dog who is making you miserable. You leave. The love that was once in your heart fractures and transforms itself into wondering how the dog that you treated so well could have done this to you.

Indifference is impossible at this point - you struggle with trying to understand how it's possible that anyone could do that to you, and you hate the dog for it. The dog is a monster and you never want to see it again. However, if it came back and treated you well like it once did, you could still forgive it and give it another chance, even if you'd never admit it.

You spend a long time hating the dog. The very thought of it makes you feel betrayed, wounded and useless. You wonder if you're ever again going to feel love from a dog. Life seems cruel and punishing. As you realize that that the good things you felt about your dog were all an illusion, you sink into despair. Then you slowly start recovering.

The anger fades slowly, but it fades. It either goes away by itself, you cleanse it by having happy experiences with other dogs, or you realize that it was unrealistic to expect a dog to treat you well for such a long time, or a combination of all that.

After a long time, your previous hate becomes like a pebble smoothed by a river and built into the mosaic of your life. You can look forward to having another dog, you talk about dogs without any illusions, and you can even joke about the experiences with your dog, both good or bad. A slight sting is still there, but it is no worse than the sting that you might feel from any minor inconvenience in your life.

In the future, you end up enjoying many more moments with other dogs, but treating them well only as long as they treat you well too, and getting rid of them the moment they start to misbehave. You eventually get so good at it that you always extract the maximum possible pleasure from dogs and enjoy them like a fine wine connoisseur - with appreciation of their good attributes, but also a sense of restraint born out of vast experience. Your life is content.

You feel no pain or hate for your old dog anymore, perhaps even a sense of nostalgia has replaced them. You could even see your old dog again and would not be upset. However, seeing that your old dog has suffered and is living a miserable life at the junkyard after splitting from you also brings you no pleasure. What's past is past.

You have grown up.

Curtains.

Post: #143

(02-19-2012 03:04 AM)Samseau Wrote:  Women are a qualitatively unique experience unlike any other. Too important to be trivialized, and yet too basic to be glorified, women are for men the problematic need that reveals his character.

Let me elaborate.

Although sex and love are amazing, there are still greater pleasures. But these greater pleasures - such as building lasting fame or wealth, raising a son, doing something that improves the lot of many - still cannot fill the basic needs for love, sex, and affection that only women provide.

Women are not merely "dangerous playthings", since playthings are not necessary. I challenge any man to go without interacting with any women; he will be miserable. No plaything has such power over us. Women are a need. For something to have such a powerful hold on our minds and being deserves a greater title than "dangerous plaything."

But this title should not go too far. There is also the popular, and old, Platonic idea of lovers being the "other half" to complete us as men, but this reeks of overzealous romance. While it is true that women are a need for men, it is also true that men need food. Does food complete us? Why doesn't food get similar appraisal?

Women fall into their own category which deserves its own description. We can compare many things to women, but women cannot be compared to anything else. To describe how women are to man who has yet to experience, or fully understand, them is one of the most challenging things a man can do for another man. There is the cliche analogy of "red pill" to describe the transformation it takes for a man to really understand the sexual nature of women, and it is appropriate - for men to fully understand how women actually are requires a new design of his worldview.

Additionally, gaining access to the world of women can be a man's most challenging accomplishment, or trivial act, depending on how attractive he is. So in finding a title women have for men, we must remember this title needs to be true for both the ugly and attractive man.


And this is why I believe women reveal a man's character.

What I find to be universally true for men concerning women is that it reveals who we are. When a man desires a woman, he must decide: How should I acquire one? And then, regardless of how he beds a woman, the man must decide: What should I do with her?

Look at man who is passive towards acquiring women. Women who come into his life do so purely by chance. We know that he is weak. His will to satisfy his own desires is nonexistent. He is manipulable and timid. He chooses nothing, accepts everything.

Examine the man who only bangs women through his social circles. He uses his popularity to increase his access to women. We know that he is willing to use his friends for his own gain. We know that he is enjoyable to be around. We know that his vanity controls him, since he is only an alpha male when he can brag in front of others he already trusts. He selects that which has already been selected by his friends; his thoughts will always be confined inside the thoughts of others.

Follow the man who is able to seduce women virtually anywhere. He is a master of understanding social nuance. He can bend others to his will. He is strong, yet the potential for abuse and evil are great. He places his desires above others. We know he had to practice to develop his skill with women, so we know he is obsessive. He is powerful, but dangerous.

How about men who lie excessively in order to seduce women? Is this man trustworthy about anything else if he is willing to distort the truth for his own pleasure? Compare that to men who never lie when seducing - is this man naive, or so pure-hearted he cannot do slight wrongs in the name of expediency? Would you want a friend who always chooses truth even if it means constant conflict?

Next, consider how men treat women after they have had sex with them.

Does he carelessly discard relationships without any forethought or regret? We know this man is dead inside. What good is a dead man?

Does he try and keep her like she is the last woman on earth? This is a man who has no self-esteem. He will never be able to stand up for what is right, or for greater ideals.

Does he keep his distance while opening himself up to her? A man who is secure enough to walk without afraid of being hurt? This is a man I could trust with my children.


Women - so problematic in that they defy any easy description or summary, so necessary for our happiness while being utterly inscrutable, they represent a need which reveals everything about a man's character.
And for having such a title, women are honored.

Post: #144

(04-25-2013 10:39 AM)POHammer Wrote:  I found an opportunity to buy an old zebra for a low price and I've convinced my cousin to buy it and keep it on his ranch.
How much land does it require (small pasture is enough?)

Can I ride it? My guess is no...

Still looks badass, and when it gets too old its edible just like horse. It was gonna get slaughtered anyways, now it will get a few extra years.

Post: #145

(05-18-2017 03:16 PM)Ringo Wrote:  ...
crap or get out of the pot

perfection

Post: #146

(05-18-2017 05:59 PM)Jack_Smith Wrote:  

(05-18-2017 03:16 PM)Ringo Wrote:  ...
crap or get out of the pot

perfection

Someone stole that from my mother.

Post: #147

A woman's value is her behavior, not her looks:

(12-05-2013 11:43 PM)Shotgun Styles Wrote:  This post is more for ongoing interludes that for the ONS only crowd. If you're doing minis, building a harem, or just have a FWB situation, this is more for you.

A woman should be nice and she should behave. Feel free to establish this early on, once your value to her has been established. Being direct and assertive, drawing lines early, will prevent future mishaps. Like a dog, you must train a woman not to pee on the carpet when you first get her. Wait until she's already started and you'll be shampooing stink out of the floors until the little bitch goes back to the pound.

Guys tend to get a little caught up when they get a hot one. Too tolerant of bad behavior, particularly if she's good in the sack. But looks really have no value. Her looks won't improve YOUR quality of life unless you can enjoy them in peace. So as tempting as it may be to let her get away with a little of this or a little of that, slam the brakes on her ass. Believe it or not, it WILL make her more hot for you.

Women want a man with inherent value, but won't value him if he doesn't value himself. If she doesn't think he's willing to walk a way the second she acts a fool. The door is a POWERFUL weapon, and the reason you never really need to hit a woman to control her. She the second she steps out of line, correct her. If she resists: door. Use it, or put her though it (the doorway not the wood, tough guy). She'll typically try to resist more, but the conversation is already over. Door.

And the key is: not to give a fuck. She's not "the one". None of them are. "Yeah but Shotgun, what if she doesn't call?" She will. You've shown strength and woman love that. Not physical strength, which is overrated, but mental toughness which is a rare trait that all women, on some level, crave. Happy women are submissive by nature. You show me a miserable woman and I'll show you a woman trying to run shit. When they let go, and let you, you'll see the happiness come over them. It makes them feel safe with you, and the instinct to seek security is found in ALL female social mammals.

"Yeah, but what if she really doesn't call, Shotgun?" Then fuck her. If you're on this board you know the world is full of bitches that are hotter and nicer than her. Let someone else put up with her bullshit. You're a man and you plain old fashioned don't have to take that shit off her or anyone else. If a woman doesn't IMPROVE your quality of life then she is worthless to you. And looks alone do nothing for your peace of mind.

Post: #148

(07-07-2014 12:15 PM)DetlefMourning Wrote:  I was once with a woman that was sorta like this. Her biological father had abandoned her mother when she was in infancy and then remarried when she was 5. She didn't have a happy childhood. When faced with unanticipated stress, women like this have few internal strengths available to them to manage the situation. Energy is misdirected to avoid rather than to adapt. That line too about her own feelings of inadequacy when it comes to her ability to give and receive love - these women are filled with insecurity and self-loathing. They are broken, lost and hurting in ways you can't imagine.

Some of us (myself included) had to learn the hard way that women with troubled pasts rarely if ever make good relationship candidates. If you ask me, this appears to be a classic case of a girl with "daddy issues.” The following is my theory on such girls. Yes I know it generalizes and there are always exceptions to everything, but from what I've repeatedly seen, I've formed the following explanation. We model our idea of love from our parents. When a girl grows up with a missing or weak father figure, she lacks that model. Such a girl has no concept of what love is. She equates the intense, lustful emotions of the "honeymoon period" with "love" because those emotions and feelings are all she has to go on (modern media thanks to romantic comedies and books like Twilight is also at least partially guilty for proliferating this misconception - but that's a different discussion altogether). However, the honeymoon period is only one phase of any viable relationship which, inevitably, comes to an end. As the initial intensity of the relationship begins to wane (as it always does), normal relationships move into the next phase where partners become more comfortable with one another and things become more routine. This is a different sort of "love" than that of the honeymoon period. In a relationship with a "daddy issues" girl, this is when she starts to think that she is falling out of love because, once again, she doesn't know what love is. Once the excitement, the thrill, the joy of the honeymoon period ends, the girl loses interest. The rest becomes predictable. The girl loses interest at this point for no apparent reason to the male while he is still heavily invested in the relationship. From my experience such girls always leave abruptly and always hurt their partner. Stay away from them.

Post: #149

Anonymous Bosch On the advantage of getting muscles

(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.

AnonymousBosch On the 4 rules predicting female behaviour, had to browse through his post and it help get his next gems as he refers to it a lot

(06-28-2016 08:24 PM)AnonymousBosch Wrote:  

(06-28-2016 05:52 PM)LINUX Wrote:  I stopped throwing hissy-fits and saying "all women are the same" in third grade.

I have 30 years of banging women under my belt - enough that I'd never publicly voice the count on here because I'd just called a liar - and 45 years of being friends with women and observing their social interactions.

AWALT.

Noticing the predictability of their "I wouldn't normally do this" patterns, this is how I formed my four predictive rules of female behaviour:

Quote:Rule #1: Everything I want, I believe I deserve.

Rule #2: What's the least amount of effort I can expend to get what I believe I deserve as quickly as possible?

Rule #3: If the quickest and laziest route to achieving what I believe I deserve would require serious moral or social transgressions, then those rules don't apply to me, because of how righteously-deserving I am.

Rule #4: If I am stigmatised for any moral or social transgressions in the righteous pursuit of what I believe I deserve, then what is the least amount of effort I can expend to defuse criticism, deflect blame or escape punishment?

This is why I'm not remotely-surprised that the potential first Female President of the United States should already be in Prison for crimes she thinks 'don't apply to her'.



I found a picture the other day of the Slootiest Sloot I ever knew - astronomical notch count - around her 29th birthday - bragging about getting engaged to her new boyfriend.

I guarantee experienced Players know what is coming.

Looking at the pic of the pair of them, I remember at the time thinking how wrong he was for her. The guy was a overweight Beta Schlub - a far cry from all the muscled-up Grunt Dick she was used to riding.

However, he was a Lawyer. She was the first case of Alpha Fucks, Beta Bucks I experienced through direct observation, but not the last, as I've seen many other reformed Sloots marry up Doctors, Lawyers and High Ranking Public Service Men since. In retrospect, it also explained a lot about the second marriages of the women of my mother's generation.

Interestingly, the wedding pictures - him leaning in to kiss her, her leaning away - were the first and last time I ever saw any pictures of him. Her online world for the last 16 years has completely-revolved around pictures of her and the daughter he gave her. I mean, she's still wearing the expensive wedding ring but, it's like the guy doesn't exist in her world at all.

I remember laughing about how at least he'll enjoy her blowjob skills and she said "Oh, I don't do that with him. I love him too much.. He thinks I've only been with my ex-husband."

Bluntly: this is a girl who once bragged to me she could deep throat a guy's cock and lick his balls at the the same time. I mocked her and said "You just need a bigger challenge." Now, I'm very-happy with what God gave me, but damned is she didn't take me into the toilets and show me that she wasn't lying. I didn't think that was anatomically-possible, and I'd already been around by then.

A girl only learns to be that much of a skilled whore by years of committed, regularly dick-sucking, where if you laid them out end to end you'd have a couple of miles of dickroad that she's gobbled up like Pacman.

Incidentally, she was back in Australia around Easter, and apparently had contacted my sister, multiple friends, my old workplace and even turned up on my stepfather's doorstep trying to track me down, because she 'just wanted to catch up.'

I wonder what she wanted?

The thing about Reformed Sloots and their Beta Money and Baby Dispensers... the wedding ring on their fingers has never once given them pause for trying to get fucked again by me. Worse still, the physical presence of their boyfriends hasn't stopped them openly-flirting with me or trying to flamboyantly catch my attention whilst they stand there, clueless, extinguishing any slight flame of suspicion with the Gilded Snuffer of 'She's Not Like That'.

Sometimes I want to grab them, shake them and say "Be a fucking man!" but, like the guy in this original stories, they're just too far gone.

I once saw a girl start making out with another girl in front of her boyfriend, trying to prove that marriage hadn't made her 'sexually-boring' when I accused her of 'slowing down'. The other guys in the group were all whooping and hollering, and you could see her husband getting that glimmer of hope that maybe his sex life was about to get a lot more interesting, the naive fool.

She stopped, and looked directly at me, rather than her husband, waiting for comment, thinking all men are led by their dicks and that her little show was going to turn me into a horny, slavering dog.

I remained unimpressed. "If you keep up that kind of behaviour, you'll be wearing dungarees and sporting a mullet by 40."

I wasn't born cynical to female bullshit. I became that way through years of experience with them. Note that I don't hate them for their bullshit - It's just what I expect girls to do.

Why? AWALT.

Post: #150

(05-16-2017 08:33 PM)Leonard D Neubache Wrote:  It's my experience that women recount bang stories in detail but leave out the actual fucking in order to preserve their sense of propriety, whereas men are more inclined to note what appendage entered which holes and with what degree of force, if only for the record.

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