Alpha Fucks Beta Bucks Has Been the Norm All Through Human Evolution

Steve writes:

A society where 2

Yet apparently at least statistically, this is what is happening on Ok Cupid. 8

If you think it’s complete nonsense, why don’t you go on those dating sites and see how you do? Ever been on a dating site? I have been on lots of them. Hint: Dating sites are the biggest cockfests in town.

I have always known that of course 6

So 6

There is some general truth to Alpha fucks, Beta bucks. When I was in high school, I looked around and said, “You know what? This is crazy. 1

Yet we keep on hearing this. Someone on Spearhead said they had just gotten out of law school. They said most of the people there were going back to school, often in their late 20’s to early 30’s. They said that over the course of the time they were there, they witnessed almost all of the best women cycle through about 1

This sort of thing is true as sort of a “general truism.” You out and talk to some men sometimes. The more experience a man has with women, the more he is going to agree with Alpha fucks, Beta bucks. The men who don’t agree with it often don’t have a Hell of a lot of experience with women. Who should I listen to, the man who has lots of experience with women or the one who has little?

A society where 2

You say that a society where 4

October Is Bash a Violent Bitch Month

Here.

Please feel free to celebrate accordingly.

This is the 5th annual Bash a Violent Bitch Month. I am so glad that they finally decided to set aside a month in order to promote this activity.

Bottom line is:

  • If a woman hits a man – She gets hit.
  • If a woman steals from a man – She gets hit.

Obviously the main reason for a lot of horrific violent and criminal activity that modern women engage in is because they think they can get away with it. If a woman knew she was going to get hit hard if she hit a man, she might think twice. Further, if the punishment for hitting a man was that she herself gets punched, she might think twice about stealing from us.

I am hearing more and more stories about women stealing from men. You go home with a woman to her place, have sex with her and leave in the morning. Turns out she rifled your wallet and stole $29. She also tried to steal your pants, belt and sandals when you went out to the car in the middle of the night, and she locked the door and would not let you back in.

You have a woman over at your place on a first date. She says give me some money for some booze and food. You give her $25. She vanishes out the door, never to be seen again.

The only solution is to start hitting them over some of these serious transgressions such as assaulting men and stealing money from us.

Should you beat her up? I do not think so.

How many times should you hit her? One good solid punch ought to be all it takes. Hopefully, you won’t cause any serious permanent injury to her body.

What Is This Man Doing Wrong?

From here. Very interesting article. What did he do wrong?

Why Hasn’t Game Worked?

Hello everyone. I’m in a unique situation. My purpose in writing this thread is to identify the problem so I can solve it. It’s not to whine or complain. It might seem that way, and if it does, then forgive me, I’m really sincerely trying to solve the issues here.

My situation is that I’ve been practicing Game (not just learning or ‘studying’, but actively going out and doing) for the past ten years. I first found the red pill in the form of David D at the age of 17, and I’m 28 now. For that entire time, I’ve been doing everything I’m supposed to do: I’ve done astronomical amounts of approaches on a consistent basis in all sorts of settings both daytime and nighttime.

I’ve read up on different schools of Game, tried many out, kept a journal of my interactions, reviewed what I did right and what I could improve on, and generally conquered every woman-related fear that I could identify.

My philosophy on Game and life in general could pretty much be summed up as follows: “If you’re afraid of it, all the more reason to go and do it.” I feel that whatever’s blocking me from getting laid inevitably has to do with fear – and so if I keep noticing fears and promptly taking the courage to overcome them, then eventually all of that fear-conquering will lead to improvement in my life.

And as a result, I have almost no approach anxiety. I overcame approach anxiety years ago. I can approach just about any girl in just about any place.

It’s no longer an issue for me. I even used to have friends and wingmen point out the most difficult sets, and I’d approach them just to prove to myself that I wasn’t afraid and to prove that hesitation and fear weren’t the reasons for why I wasn’t getting female affection.

But despite all of the work I’ve put in, I have nothing to show. I’m a virgin with the exception of times I hired prostitutes, which comes out to a grand total of 5 times. I haven’t had sex with any girl who wasn’t ‘working’.

I am not a troll. I am a man who has put in the time and work and courage to improve my life. It just hasn’t worked. And I’m trying to figure out why.

When I heard about Elliot Rodger, something in me changed. Things are serious now. I can see myself turning into him eventually if this problem isn’t solved. I’ve read the first 90 pages of the manifesto, and it’s like reading my own autobiography.

The way he describes the utter hopelessness he feels and the jealousy was like hearing my own story told back to me. The only difference between me and him is that I always believed in the possibility of success, and I went out and took the active steps necessary to achieve it. I put in the work, and I took the risks.

Oh, and I’m not a racist. And I never had any interest in guns. And I played AOE instead of WOW…But everything else, it’s like we had the same life.

I’m currently applying for English teaching jobs overseas, so I can get a girlfriend based on the Murr’kin factor, i.e. socioeconomic status. But I’m concerned that this might not work as well as I expect it to.

I’m concerned that whatever the “issue” is with my Game is going to follow me wherever I go. In another country I’m sure I’ll get dates. I may get hookups. I might even get sex. But it’ll be based on money, status, and nationality – and how long will it be before the girl starts to play me, use me, dig for gold, etc? How long before my lack of skill with women catches up to me?

I want to figure out what the #

So I’ve written a story about my life from the beginning up until the present with a focus on girls and Game. I’m sure there’s a pattern in there, which one of you experts can pick out, and be like “I found your problem!” At least I’m hoping for that.

My story is both inspiring and heartbreaking, hopeful and hopeless, enraging and highly comical, all at the same time. It will elicit mad props in one sentence, pity in the next, and raucous laughter not far behind. I think you will enjoy it.

So without further ado, here it is. Tell me what you think.

I was born in 1985 and had a reasonably happy childhood. There were no major financial or familial disruptions, no poverty, war, disease, or sudden loss. I’m pretty sure that some of my parents’ behavior bordered on abusive, but that can be said of almost everyone in this society.

As a kid, I mostly played videogames and romped around the house with friends – I didn’t care much for sports. People described me as strong-willed, highly intelligent, and cute. I never got into trouble in school (although, looking back, I fucking wish I had!).

I got a lot of toys, and my parents bought me pretty much whatever I wanted within reason. We were middle class, Jewish, and lived in a cookie-cutter neighborhood in the northwestern suburbs of Baltimore, MD.

My interests were mostly of a nerdy nature and involved games and computers – although I was never really identified as a “nerd” outright. I was never identified with any particular subculture. I didn’t really care about fitting in or being popular. I just wanted to have fun and live my life.

All of my friends were male, and I never had any female friends (something that persists up until the present day). But in elementary school, I didn’t care. Girls were like a foreign species; they weren’t interested in the things I liked, and I didn’t see any reason to want to hang out with them.

When I got to middle school, that started to change, as I started to feel attraction and desire for girls. It was in 6th grade that I experienced my first crush: a petite, slightly mousy little blonde with freckles. I had no idea how to get close to her, so I basically just admired her from afar while hoping that fate would somehow bring us together.

I was extremely afraid of the social repercussions for ‘liking’ a girl who didn’t like me back, so I was careful to never show that I ‘liked’ her. Whenever I saw her in class or the hallways, I would look at her as much as I could but would always look away if she looked in my direction.

Eventually I asked one of my gossipy, “in-crowd” friends to find out if she liked me by asking her friends. He did as I asked and inquired with her friends, and he reported back “No”, she said she didn’t like me.

And the result was quite dramatic – the girl came into class the next day red-faced and embarrassed, and everyone was looking at me with a strange look – a combination of laughter, derision, shock, and, “Oh boy, look what you did, you’re in big trouble.” I felt totally ashamed and couldn’t even look at her anymore.

I dreaded the classes that I had with her. Despite this, a few weeks later at the ice skating rink (the popular gathering place for kids after school), I approached her on the ice and tried to start a conversation. She just stared off into space and shook her head, not even making eye contact with me. But at least I tried. Even back then, I was consciously overcoming my fears and taking risks.

In 7th grade, I developed a crush on another girl. This time I learned from my mistakes and decided to ask the girl out directly without going through a third party. This girl was a little bit more outgoing then the previous one, and I had already had several conversations with her in various contexts.

So one day after the bell as everyone was going home, I approached her at her locker and asked her out on a date. She said no. But she was tactful about it at least. I still remember the walk home after that, feeling a mix of both pride and disappointment. I was proud of myself for taking the risk but disappointed that it didn’t lead anywhere. This pattern would become very prominent in the following years.

I don’t remember having any crushes in 8th grade. This was the time when I actually entered puberty. The two previous crushes were of an emotional nature – they were cute, and I wanted to be close to them because the thought of it felt warm and lovey. It was emotional but not sexual because I didn’t have any sexual desires yet.

But in 8th grade I had my first ejaculation, and I started to be attracted to girls sexually. I remember sitting in my seat, and whenever girls would walk by me up close, I would almost cream in my pants just from their presence a couple feet away. I remember running home as fast as I could to masturbate.

My dad was a collector of Playboy magazines, and I started using those. I was both bewildered and resentful of those images. I obviously enjoyed the feeling of sexual release, but I resented the fact that it seemed to be bugging me all the frigging time, and I couldn’t focus on my books and computer games anymore cause the damn magazines were calling me all fucking day!

In 9th grade, I started to become aware that other guys had girlfriends and I didn’t, but this didn’t really bother me all that much. I would have preferred to have a girlfriend, and I made some attempts here and there, but it wasn’t the main thing on my mind. My main interests were computer games (Age of Empires II), fantasy novels (LOTR, WoT), other assorted nerdy things, and politics (I had become a passionate environmentalist).

I did ask a girl to the Homecoming Dance though. She was a friend of my one of my friends, and I sat down to eat lunch with her and asked her to the dance. She declined. I was a little upset, but it wasn’t devastating. I picked up and continued my nerd hobbies. This mindset persisted through 10th grade, which was the final year in which I would identify myself as “happy.”

In the summer between 10th and 11th grades, I played an RPG called Final Fantasy IX on the PlayStation. In this game, the main protagonist slowly develops a relationship with a princess who joins the team and fights alongside him in the adventure. Through their trials, they grow closer to one another, and I felt the first tastes of what an actual relationship was like.

The entire time I was fighting monsters and solving puzzles and watching worlds be destroyed and the very fabric of time and space being bent, all I really thought about was how awesome it felt to be doing it all alongside a really cute princess!

The game is approximately 40 hours long, and I finished it in 4 days, so the intensity was definitely ramped up by that – and when I was finished, I felt a profound feeling that I had never felt before. I kept thinking about the princess. I was in love. I beat the game at 4:00 AM and remember sitting in my chair for almost an hour just bathing in a glow of the most inexplicable, exquisite feeling.

As the sun came up, I went out for a walk around my neighborhood in an emotional state which, looking back now, could probably be described as my first mystical experience. Everything in the world felt new, golden, full of life. I felt love in every leaf on every tree, every cloud, every rock. It was like the whole world was made of love.

I was, of course, smart enough to realize that she was just a character in a videogame. I’m sure a lot of boys would have continued to pursue her through anime and fan fiction. But I was smarter than that. I knew that what I was feeling was the taste of a love relationship, and that I could experience it with a real girl in real life.

The afterglow of this experience lasted for many days. But eventually I started to wish I had a girlfriend to experience this kind of love with someone in real life. I began to fantasize about hanging out with a girl at my house, sitting and talking, going for walks together, watching sunsets together, talking for long hours into the night, bringing her to my favorite activities. I even started to feel a sense of emptiness when I did the things I enjoyed.

They just weren’t the same anymore. I felt like I was missing something. And the more I enjoyed a particular activity, the more empty I felt while doing it. I started doing my hobbies less and less because it was getting quite painful to have a “good time” all by myself without anyone to share the experiences with. I started to dread having fun. All I could think about whenever I had fun was “This would be sooooooo much better if I was doing it with a girl.”

One weekend, my family was paid a visit by some cousins from another state – my favorite cousins! I had always enjoyed playing with them, perhaps more than anybody else. We had all the same interests and got along fantastically. This time, we played a board game together – Settlers of Catan – my favorite board game.

Here I was, playing my favorite game with my favorite cousins, and in the middle of the game, I was overtaken by a profound and crippling sense of loneliness and sadness. It just wasn’t the same. I needed a girlfriend. Nothing I did was enjoyable anymore without a female companion. I left the house in the middle of the game. I took a walk, attempting to process the incredibly overwhelming emotions I was feeling.

It was July, and in the weeks that followed, I felt very lonely. I even started to feel like I was going crazy from lack of female presence. There were no kids in my neighborhood who I knew (most of the neighborhood was strangely inhabited by old people), and there were no hangout spots for kids to meet each other despite being in a large metropolitan area.

Baltimore is like that. I had no idea where to meet girls, so I wanted school to start so that I could see girls again and have a chance to talk to them and find one to be my girlfriend. It was highly unusual – unheard of – for me to actually want school to start.

Summer was my favorite time of year, and I wouldn’t even suffer a person to mention “school” in my presence! They were required to say “S” instead. If a person mentioned “school”, I would correct them and tell them never to say that word. And yet here I was wishing for school to start!

But I wasn’t entirely idle. I tried to meet girls. One night I went to the movies to try to meet them. I knew that the movies were pretty much the only place where people my age hung out during the summer. So I plucked up a friend and went to go see a movie. He didn’t care about meeting girls and wondered why I was so adamant about doing so.

The entire time we were there, I looked around for cute girls to talk to and there weren’t any. It was a wasteland. Where were all the girls? After the movie was over, I did eventually find one pair of girls who had seen the same movie, and I went over and talked to them. I don’t remember what was said, but all I remember is that I left empty handed. When I got home, I cried. I was so angry I threw a garbage can clear across the back yard.

When school finally started, I felt like a kid in a candy shop. At least for the first few days. I soon realized however that none of the girls were interested in me. I was perplexed. I didn’t know what to do. I tried everything I knew of, and nothing led anywhere.

I started to sink into a depression. I stopped doing homework. I stopped doing my hobbies. I couldn’t bear to have fun anymore because the more fun I had, the more aware I became of the lack of companionship while doing it. My favorite activities were like torture. I slowly dropped most of them and dedicated my entire mind, life, and energy to finding a girlfriend.

Around this time, one of my friends met a couple of girls at a club (an underage, non-alcoholic dance club that specifically catered to 15-17 year olds). These girls lived in a town an hour away. I was the only one who had a car, so I drove him, myself, and one or two other friends down to their town to hang out with them.

It was a very adventurous thing to do at the time because the farthest distance I had ever driven was 10 or 15 minutes away in familiar territory. Driving all the way to this faraway town felt like crossing into the great unknown. But I did it and felt very proud of myself for taking such a risk to better my life.

When we got to their house, they had several other female friends over. It was really cool. They seemed a lot more laid back, fun, non-judgmental, and interesting than the people in my home town. My friend hooked up with the girl he had met at the club.

For my part, I was outgoing, social, and funny. My friend was shy, silent, and rather boring – but by the end of the night, my friend had a hookup, and I didn’t. I didn’t understand why. It was a pattern that would repeat itself many, many times from that day forward.

We visited that group several more times, and the girl my friend had hooked up with became his girlfriend. I felt it was smart for me to keep going there because she had lots of female friends. I continued to be funny and outgoing, but for some reason the group started to make fun of me and even bully me a little.

Probably because I was the only single dude there, the only dude without a mate. Single dudes receive more disrespect and derision than any other demographic in this society. I came to learn that quickly.

During this entire year, I took a proactive approach to meeting girls. I didn’t really know what I was doing as I hadn’t discovered Game yet, but I was trying, and I used whatever strategies I knew of at the time. Whenever I saw a girl who I was interested in, I found some way to talk to her. It may have been weird, beta-ey, white-knightey, stalker-ey, and ineffective, but I was trying.

I took my fate into my own hands and went about doing what I could. I even asked a girl to the prom. It was very scary – prom was a big, big deal. I was so nervous when I asked her to go with me. I was so proud of myself when I finally approached her and asked her to be my prom date.

But she declined. She had a look on her face that was like “Um, why are you asking me?” It was like there were two categories of guys, in her mind: Yeses, and No’s. And I didn’t fit either category – I was “N/A.” Not only did she not want to be with me in a romantic context, but the very thought of me in that context was alien to her – it didn’t even make any sense.

When 11th grade was over and summer came around, I occupied myself by volunteering for local political campaigns, for the upcoming 2002 election. I was still a very passionate environmentalist and had even risen to become president of both the Recycling Club and the Young Democrats Club at my school.

This latter position was extremely prestigious, since I lived in a very left-wing liberal area, and almost every family was die-hard Democratic. I arranged for sitting elected officials to visit the school and organized events in which I wore suits and gave speeches from podiums and was in a pretty “Alpha” position.

There were girls in the club, and girls from outside the club came to the events to see the politicians. But this prestige didn’t do anything towards attracting them romantically. For some reason I was still invisible to them.

When 12th grade was about to start, I contemplated my situation. I thought about why I had been without a girlfriend for an entire year. I couldn’t understand why everyone else seemed to be forming connections with girls and I wasn’t. Everyone except for my group of friends – we were the girl-less outcasts.

There were many subcultures at my school: the JAP’s (the popular kids), the skaters, the goths, the black kids (I’m not a racist, but I couldn’t hang with the black kids because whenever I did, they would practice WWE wrestling moves on me), the goody-goody teachers pets, the nerds, and the Russian immigrants who looked like hitmen at the age of 16.

I didn’t belong in any of those groups – I was “miscellaneous.” Everyone who didn’t have a group was part of my group. I didn’t have much in common with any of my friends other than the fact that none of us had anything in common with anyone else.

And my friends were just as clueless with girls as I was. I didn’t have any positive role models in this area. But there was one key difference between me and them: I tried to get girls, whereas they didn’t really care. They were all of the mindset of, “Girls don’t like us – oh well, let’s play computer games.” But I couldn’t settle for that. I was a fighter.

I came to the conclusion that the past year was just the universe’s way of testing me to see what I was made of. It had been an excruciating experience because it was meant to give me a taste of suffering so that when I finally did find a girlfriend, it would be that much more special and awesome.

I concluded that whereas 11th grade had been crap, 12th grade would be golden. I would find a girlfriend and enjoy my last year in high school with a girl at my side.

But 12th grade went by the exact same way as 11th, except this time I was getting bitter. I couldn’t understand why I had been categorically rejected by the entire female half of the population. I felt trapped with no way out. I kept trying, but the anger of failure was starting to eclipse my hope for success.

When senior prom came around, I didn’t even try for a date because I was jaded, and I knew I wouldn’t get one. I developed an attitude of, “I’m above all this stupid dating shit.” I even contemplated crashing the prom.

I thought about busting into the dance with a bunch of water balloons and throwing them at the people. I was really starting to hate the world. At my graduation, I just sat there, miserable, ruminating on how much I hated all of the spoiled, sexually active sluts and jocks.

And it was in this context that I stumbled across Double Your Dating by David DeAngelo. As soon as I read his long marketing pitch I knew it was for me, and I downloaded his ebooks. Reading DYD opened my eyes up to the whole charade, and I finally understood why girls weren’t liking me.

I was a “wussy.” I was putting girls on pedestals, treating them like queens when they hadn’t earned it and acting hesitant and non-confident. I was thrilled to find out that my looks weren’t as important as I thought they were, and that even a 5’2” socially awkward dork could transform himself into a stud whom women flocked to simply by changing his attitude and developing confidence.

Since there were no opportunities to meet girls during the summer, I bided my time until college began.

The college selection process had been a difficult one. I had no idea where I wanted to go and no idea how to even go about choosing. What criteria was I supposed to use when selecting a school?

I had good grades, scored very highly on the SAT’s, was active in extracurricular activities and  a talented writer, and I could have gotten into 9

It felt like shopping for clothes – it was the same type of mindset. Whenever I walked into the mall to buy clothes, I felt clueless about how to pick a style. There were just so many options, and no one had ever taught me anything about how to find my own personal unique clothing style. So I just bought plain, simple t-shirts, shirts that had funny sayings on the front. Either that, or I let my Mom pick my clothes out for me.

And so I ended up using the same strategy for college – I let my Mom pick. We visited about 4 or 5 schools, and eventually settled on George Washington University in DC. It would be a good choice, I thought, because I wanted to major in Political Science so I could run for congress and save the world.

In the summer before college, I read and studied David DeAngelo’s materials. I went to the mall to practice talking to girls and delivering cocky funny lines. Keep in mind, this was in the era before the pickup arts hit the mainstream – before Strauss’s The Game, before VH1‘s Pickup Artist.

It was so new and unheard of that the line, “Excuse me, I need a female opinion – who lies more, men or women?” actually worked. Stock openers actually got girls interested because they had truly never heard such things before!

When I got to college, I was prepared. I had an arsenal of cocky-funny lines, positive self-affirmations, attitudes and techniques, and success stories from other guys to keep me motivated and optimistic. I felt like I had been given the keys to a secret society, and life would be the polar opposite of what it had been up to that point.

As soon as I arrived on campus, I hit the ground running. I used everything I had learned from David D. I “used my amazing brain to figure out ways to succeed, rather than reasons to fail.” I walked around campus thinking, “I’m the Alpha male. I’ve got the secret knowledge that none of them know. I’m a rock star. I can get any woman. They all want me.” I repeated these affirmations constantly, and I adopted the body language to back it up.

And I was a star. Girls were into me. They were talking to me. Every time I hit them with a cocky-funny line, they would look at me like, “Omg, who are you?”, and they would suddenly start touching me and asking me questions about myself. One girl asked me out and offered to pay for my lunch! In every class, I talked to the girls I was attracted to, hit them with cocky-funny, and got amazingly positive responses.

In my dorm, I was a minor celebrity. My confidence and attitude blew people away, and I was popular for the first time in my life.

But I was afraid to escalate because I didn’t want to come across as “pursuing.” David D taught me that guys aren’t supposed to pursue girls – we’re supposed to just act really cool and let the women pursue US. This led to a sort of conundrum because eventually I had to show some interest, right?

I couldn’t just be cocky and aloof forever – eventually I had to drop some hint that I wanted the girl. But I didn’t know how to transition from one attitude to the other. On the rare occasion that I did, it would totally screw things up. If I showed any interest in a girl, things went quickly downhill. As long as I was aloof, girls respected me and pursued my attention, but when I displayed any interest in them at all, they lost their interest in me.

Hmmm.

Eventually, this process played out with every single prospect, and eventually the novelty of “Mr. Cool” faded, and they saw me as just another guy. I kept meeting new girls of course. Every day I met a new girl, struck up conversations, and built up the attraction.

But I just didn’t know what to do with the attraction. I didn’t know how to translate that attraction into a relationship of any kind – be it sexual, romantic, or even platonic. Not only could I not have sex or romance, I couldn’t even make friends with girls. By the end of freshman year, I had not hooked up with one single girl nor did I have any female friends. I didn’t have any male friends either.

Oh sure, I had acquaintances. I did extracurricular activities and clubs, mostly having to do with politics. Washington DC is a large, diverse city, and there was always something to do. I went to events, rallies, art exhibits. The students I interacted with thought I was a cool dude and would approach and say hi to me on campus.

People gladly sat next to me in the dining hall and ate with me. But they were only into my persona – my David D persona – they weren’t into me. They didn’t even know me. Nobody did.

All I had was my DYD persona, which, like any shiny object, is highly captivating at first but after a while gets old. After a whole year in college, I had not explored friendship, intimacy or sex. At all. I was a loner – even though nobody knew it!

And I was extremely jealous of everyone who was doing those things. I would walk around campus, watching all the couples, wondering how they did it. How could they be so successful when they don’t even know any Game? WTF?

When school was over, I went on an all-expense paid trip to Israel, courtesy of the Jews. For 10 days I rode around on a bus with 50 other college freshmen and sophomores from various schools around the US. We stayed in 5-star hotels, ate banquet meals, had all of our activities planned out for us, and all we had to do was enjoy ourselves.

I was told by previous participants that these types of trips are prime opportunities to hook up with girls. I used everything at my disposal. I built up my skills, took chances and tried my very best to connect with girls.

It all came to a climax one night while we were staying in a Bedouin tent in the middle of the desert. On this particular night, I felt so confident that I just walked up to a girl who was eating, sat down across the table from her and just looked at her without saying a word.

She immediately started smiling and giggling and asking me about myself. We made deep, sensual eye contact. I was feeling like this was it – the girlfriend I’ve been waiting for all this time! I invited her for a walk around the camp, and she happily agreed. I was sure this was it.

And in the middle of the walk, a guy came up to us and introduced himself. He was her boyfriend. They embraced. I didn’t give up though! I hung around, hoping to find out that they were just kidding and she was really single.

But after a while, I figured out that they were a happy couple, and I wasn’t getting any. At the end of the trip, most people who wanted to hook up had done so, even the shy quiet nerdy kid. You know the type – every trip has one. The kid who everyone thinks is sexually hopeless – even he hooked up!

After 10 days, I was back in Baltimore for the summer. I met up with my high school friends, and we went to parties around town. Most of the parties we went to were high school parties – and I thought I had a better chance now that I was a prestigious college student. And I was right – I did get a lot of attention and respect.

But it was just like before – I didn’t know how to translate that into actual affection and intimacy. I kept a journal of my interactions wherein I listed the time and place, the name of the girl, the things I did well, and the things I could have improved on.

I regularly referenced my journal and shared it with a friend who also read DYD (I was the one who introduced him to it). Every party that my friends told me about I went to, and I talked to as many girls as I could. But despite all of this work, summer went by with no success.

Then came sophomore year. I started expanding my Game knowledge into other schools of thought. I started reading Ross Jeffries, RSD, Mystery Method, Juggler, and many others.

I continued listening to David D’s products, and had built up quite a collection of “Interviews with Dating Gurus” CD’s. I was very serious about it all. I continued keeping my journal. I still didn’t have any friends, and I was starting to doubt whether I would ever meet any girls through school.

So I took the next step. I “manned up”, and did something I had been mortifyingly afraid of – I started going to clubs. Clubs were extremely scary to me. I saw them as lawless places where a person could beat you up or kill you, and there’d be no consequences. Like the jungle.

I didn’t have any friends to go with me, so I went all by myself. I bought club clothes, found a hot club with a college night where I could get in, and one Thursday night, I showed up. I was almost pissing myself from the fear. I stood in line and was tempted many times to abort and go back to my dorm. But I stayed and finally got inside.

Upon entering, I saw the most extremely hot, sexy, dolled-up girls I had ever seen in my life. Every girl was wearing a push-up bra. They danced to raunchy rap music. There were go-go girls dancing on the bar. I felt like a little mouse.

But I approached. It was probably the scariest thing I had done in my whole life up to that point. I had no friends or wingmen encouraging me – I was alone. And I did it. After the first approach, I approached again. And again.

After that night, I felt really proud of myself, and I continued going to the same club each week.

Towards the end of the semester, I found the blog of a “community” guy in DC and emailed him. Very soon we were meeting up together and going to clubs together. I had a wingman! This guy was really knowledgeable about Game, and he taught me quite a lot. He brought me to the hottest club in DC, a place called Dream. For those of you who know DC, Dream was eventually renamed Love. That place.

I turned into an approach machine, and I had a lot of very interesting, confidence-boosting interactions there. After a few months, I had pretty much vanquished my approach anxiety.

As I started to meet more and more PUA’s, and they began to recognize me as “the kid who can approach any girl, in any set, at any time, and in any place.” I would dare people to point out difficult, intimidating sets of girls, and I would approach them just for the sake of conquering whatever little bits of fear still remained.

I also did approaches during the daytime. I approached on the campus quad, in the dining hall, in the library, on the campus shuttle, and on the street. I went to frat parties and approached all night. I did it without drinking alcohol. I don’t like alcohol and never have. 99.

I did, however, like a little weed now and then. And I got the idea that if I sold weed, I’d have stoners coming over to my dorm to buy it, and some of those stoners would be female. And I did indeed make plenty of customers, some of whom were female. But none of them stuck around – they just showed up to buy, and that was it. I tried to game them, but it didn’t go anywhere.

I think they might have sensed that I wasn’t a true stoner – I smoked from time to time, but didn’t develop a habit. It was maybe once a week at most. I also tried coke a few times thinking that it would give me some super-heroic confidence with women. But after a few uses, I didn’t really see what was so great about it – it made me more aggressive, but I already had that part down. I didn’t need any more of it. I needed to learn how to connect.

In the spring of sophomore year in 2005, RSD came to DC, and I took their workshop. I met Tyler, Twentysix (Extramask), Jeffy (jlaix), Papa, and all the crew. They were impressed by my dedication and by my unwavering willingness to put myself out there and try things.

They seemed quite taken aback by my revelation that I was still a virgin who hadn’t even kissed anyone yet. I made copious mental notes about the RSD guys’ body language and attitudes.

One funny thing that happened during the workshop: I got to see jlaix develop a crush on a girl he met at the club who happened to be in one of my classes. I saw him get almost to the point of crying over how beautiful she was and how much he felt the pangs of “oneitis” for her. I was pretty amused.

The year ended with no results. That summer, I went to a giant music festival called Bonnaroo. I expected it to be the easiest place to hook up.

I wanted to be sure that I had what it took, so I bought a handful of doses of every kind of drug out there – mushrooms, MDMA, opium, acid, etc, (none of which I had ever tried) and put it all into a little bottle and carried it around with me just in case I met a girl who wanted to do XYZ, so that I’d have it to offer her and could chill with her.

But that plan hit a little snag when I got randomly searched by an undercover cop. He found it all, except for my vitamin pills which looked like MDMA and which I had several dozen of. I’m glad he didn’t find my vitamins, or I might have gotten into trouble!

Upon returning home, I stumbled across a post on some seduction forum by a guy named Stephane Hemon of the website IdeaGasms. Stephane talked about the intersection of pickup and spirituality and had devised a system for fixing one’s inner game based on new-age spiritual principles.

He was a protégé of Steve Piccus and DavidX and advocated a very unique type of game that blended yoga, meditation, the occult, NLP, and good-old-fashioned approach-spam all rolled into one.

He had a girlfriend who was bisexual, and together they went around Montreal picking up girls to threesome and foursome with. The newsletters he wrote about the spiritual principles behind pickup game were very profound, and I started to consider him my main “guru” in the field.

That autumn, my junior year of college, I signed up for his forum and began posting my own thoughts and philosophies. The other forum members were impressed by what I wrote, and I became the most popular poster, second only to Stephane himself, so he made me the moderator of the forum.

I continued to go around my college campus, approaching and gaming girls and writing about my experiences on the forum to rave reviews. Even though I didn’t get any lays or hookups, the people there admired my courage, creativity, and persistence. I had hundreds of people rooting for me, encouraging me, and praising me for my devoted effort.

The following spring, 2006, Stephane invited me up to Montreal to visit him. This experience was one of the most eye-opening things that’s ever happened to me.

I took the train to Montreal, and when I got there, it was like stepping into a whole new world. Montreal was different from any place I had ever been before. There were the most incredibly, reality-bendingly attractive girls walking around on every square foot of every street in the entire city.

Have you ever had the experience where you saw a girl who was so hot that her hotness forced you to reevaluate your entire view of reality? Where you stared at her, thinking, “She can’t be real?” Well, I had incidents like that several times a day. I was completely shocked and stunned by the intensity and sheer neverending quantities of hotness walking around.

Having lived my whole life in the Baltimore/Washington area, I had no preparation for this. I used to think people – humans in general – were gross and disgusting with only a few exceptions here and there. My debut in Montreal showed me that the world outside of my home region is very different. I would never look at Baltimore or DC the same way again.

In fact, I was so impressed and delighted by not just the girls but also the general atmosphere and ambiance of the city that I decided to spend the whole summer up there. After my one week visit was over, I took the train back home, packed my belongings, loaded up my car, and drove 11 hours back up to Canada, where I would spend the following two months.

For two whole months, I hung out with Stephane, his girlfriend(s), and his students/followers. I lived in his old apartment (since he had moved into a new one, and still had 2 months left on the lease for the old one) for free, the same apartment where his infamous Intro to Female Ejaculation DVD was filmed.

I went out to bars and clubs, walked around the Plateau-Mont-Royal, chilled in Parc Lafontaine every day, and continued my herculean approach regimen. But after all was said and done, I got nowhere with girls. I didn’t even get one date. I got feedback from Steph and the forum guys, but no one could figure out what was going wrong.

I had to return to DC to finish up my last semester that fall. I had amassed enough credits to graduate a semester early, and the prospect of languishing in Baltimore until further notice filled me with dread, so I planned to move back up to Montreal as soon as my exams were over in December. And that’s what I did.

I’m not sure how I convinced the Canadian border patrol to let me through with a car full of furniture – I guess it was my absolute dedication to succeeding at this. I got an apartment in the Pointe-Saint-Charles neighborhood not far from downtown and continued my quest. I saw Stephane and the IdeaGasms guys less but occasionally hung out with them.

I ran into some problems though, mainly the extreme cold weather and the fact that I was an illegal immigrant who didn’t speak French. I couldn’t find any work. And the Quebecois girls were just not giving me the time of day. As soon as I approached them, they would pretend not to speak English – even though I could tell they were bullshitting. I got very lonely, cold, and depressed.

One night I went out for a midnight walk in the park (something I do very frequently), but it was so cold I began to get hypothermia and almost fell asleep. I almost died. I wasn’t ready for a Canadian winter.

And on top of all that, I had a falling out with Stephane. I publicly questioned the efficacy of his techniques on the forum, and he responded by immediately banning me – the moderator – and refusing to talk to me.

I responded by calling him a cult leader, starting an ex-Ideagasmers forum and writing articles about his deceptions and cult-like personality. At this point there was nothing anchoring me to Montreal, so after a month, I came back to Baltimore. This was January 2007.

The entire year of 2007 was uneventful and depressing. I got a roomshare in Baltimore and continued hitting the bars and clubs, but anyone who knows Baltimore knows what that’s like. Having just returned from Montreal, it was like going from a Porsche to a jalopy.

I cried a lot that year. I got kicked out of the room I was renting for reasons that were never explained to me and got another room. I was kicked out of there too, again for reasons not explained, and then decided to move back to DC. I couldn’t afford anything in the city, so I lived in Prince George’s County…and it sucked.

I went into the District two or three times a week to meet girls and expanded my hunting grounds to Adams Morgan and U Street. But nothing happened. I had no girlfriend, no sex, and no friends. I was completely alone.

In January 2008, one year after leaving Montreal, I was invited to visit Tampa Florida by an ex-Ideagasmer on my ex-IG forum. I flew down there for a week and hung out with this guy and his two female housemates who, needless to say, were quite attractive.

Just being in the presence of attractive girls on a regular basis was such a relief; it was like I was reawakening out of a dream (or more like a nightmare). That combined with mid-winter Florida warmth and sunshine gave me the hint that I should maybe move down there. It’s something I eventually acted on – although not quite yet.

That Spring 2008, I had a genius idea. I decided to become a certified yoga teacher! I had been taking yoga classes since college, and I liked it. It made me feel good.

And best of all, everyone knows that yoga classes are filled with attractive women bending over and contorting themselves into all kinds of shapes! It made perfect sense. If I become a yoga teacher, I’ll have automatic guaranteed access to attractive women, and I’d be in an Alpha-like position to boot! Scooooore!

So I took a 3-week intensive training course at an ashram in the mountains of Virginia. When I was done, I was a certified yoga teacher and began looking for positions teaching in Baltimore. I found a studio that was willing to hire me and began teaching.

But much to my chagrin, the client base was almost all middle-aged married soccer moms. I don’t think there were any single girls who came in. I taught throughout the summer and fall until the September 2008 financial crisis hit, and the studio lost clientele and went out of business.

A few months later, one of my friends invited me to come with him to Miami where he was investigating a medical school to possibly attend. I rode down there with him and spent a week in Fort Lauderdale, which is about an hour from Miami. We stayed in a very upscale area and spent most of the time chilling on the beach.

We also went to the famous Miami Beach where for the first time I saw female attractiveness on par with Montreal. I still prefer Montreal girls over Miami girls because the former have more feminine energy. The girls in Miami are extremely shapely and show a lot of skin, but their attractiveness is almost totally on the raw, physical level – they’re just hot.

But they don’t have that aura of femininity that the French girls have. A French girl can walk by me, and I feel her like a cool breeze, quenching the fires of my sexual frustration just by her mere proximity. Whereas a Miami girl is just hot and makes me desire her but not much else.

Nevertheless, the Florida sunshine coupled with the copious hotties on the beach reawakened my will to keep on fighting. I started to seriously contemplate moving down there.

2009 rolled around, and I wanted to move to Florida, but I didn’t have any job prospects. My friend the medical student decided to attend school there, but he wouldn’t be moving in until the following year. So for most of 2009 I just kind of got really depressed and started smoking weed more regularly since there wasn’t much else to do.

I visited Montreal again in June and spent about 2 weeks there staying with some friends who I knew from the Ideagasms days. It was a pleasant relief to be in the amazing ambiance of Montreal once again, and I resumed my attempts to connect with girls there. I went around to all the parks just like I had done 3 years before. I went to the bars and clubs.

But something was different this time. I no longer believed in my ability to succeed. I went through the motions, but I wasn’t really confident that anything would happen. I did it just to say to myself, “I’m doing it”, so that I would feel like I was working towards a goal, but I didn’t really think it would succeed.

I started going to bars just to sit and watch the girls rather than approach and talk to them. I still approached when I saw one that was particularly attractive and/or my type or when I was feeling a spontaneous breath of confidence. But I had very little faith that it would go anywhere. I wasn’t “afraid” to approach. I had long since conquered the fear. I just didn’t see the point in it.

In September of that year, I attended a hippie lovey gathering in Asheville, NC and was very impressed by that little town and its culture. I started to appreciate the small town vibe blended with the progressive thinking. I was dreading the prospect of another winter in Baltimore, so I said fuck it and moved down to Asheville.

I rented a room with some people I knew from the festival and started trying to fit in there. But it didn’t work. I don’t even know why. I love nature, mountains, forests, and hiking, and that’s what everyone’s into over there. But for some reason I still couldn’t make any friends. And the girls, despite being homely hippies, still didn’t want to get with me.

My strategy there was to meet people through activities rather than from spam approaching. I still did a lot of cold approaches in bookstores, crystal shops, drum circles. But none of it worked. I was empty handed and came back to Baltimore after a month or so.

In the fall of 2009, I had an…iiiiiiinteresting experience. I attended the Free Spirit Sacred Sexuality Gathering, a large, famous gathering of pagans and alternative-lifestyle types that takes place every fall on the banks of the Susquehanna River in Maryland. I saw “Sexuality” in the title, and figured it would be a good place to figure out just what the fuck was wrong with me, why I was still a virgin at the age of 24.

But when I got there, I was greeted by a dominatrix in leather directing me to my parking spot, jokingly threatening to whip my bottom if I didn’t find the space. Umm, yea.

Much to my chagrin, the vast majority of the attendees were BDSM people. I saw folks walking around the campground in bondage gear. I saw a lot of extremely obese people, some attaching clips to their nipples and having their partners pull on the string. I saw people whipping their subs right out in the open. Eww.

I felt disgusted almost immediately. But I stayed. I stayed for the entire 3 days. Why? Because there was a chance, just a tiny chance, that I might find someone who could help me with my sexual drought.

Not everyone was a bondage person – there were some normal sexually adventurous people there. I went around to the various workshops, meeting people, sharing stories, learning new things, and hoping for the best.

And in the midst of this giant sexual gathering, nobody played with me. After three days of enduring the sight of naked leather-clad obese sex slaves and listening to their screams all night, I came out of the experience with nothing to show for it.

Then in February 2010 I traveled to Costa Rica to take a TEFL course to become an English teacher. I spent a month and a half in San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica. I wanted to learn to teach English so I could move to another country.

The thing that impressed me the most about Costa Rica was the number of lingerie shops in the mall. In one mall, the main mall in San Jose, I counted 9 shops devoted solely to lingerie. I wanted to move there just for that. Also there were nice beaches and stuff. And volcanoes. Yay.

I visited all the sites by myself, and I was miserable. I climbed a volcano where I could see both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans from one spot. It was the coolest place I’d ever been. But I was miserable because I had no one to share it with. Just like when I was in high school, I couldn’t enjoy anything fun because the fun only made my lack of companionship all the more stinging.

I asked other tourists to take pictures of me beside the crater, as I was planning on using the pictures to look cool on Facebook or on a dating profile. But when I looked at the pictures later, I couldn’t use them, because I had a look of pure misery and bitterness on my face. I ended up deleting the pictures because there was no use for them. They didn’t say, “I’m adventurous and worldly” – they said “This sucks, why am I here?”

When I returned to Baltimore, I began training as an AFLAC insurance agent. I passed the Maryland insurance test and began selling. But I didn’t make a single sale because I didn’t believe in the product I was selling. I don’t believe in insurance. What the hell was I doing?

Summer went by, lonely and depressing. For the first time, I started having thoughts of suicide. I started seeing a therapist. I visited Montreal again, this time bringing a friend. I had been telling him for years how cool the place is, and he finally got up the adventurousness to come check it out for himself. We went to the bars on the Plateau, and he met a petite little Frenchie and hooked up with her. Yay for him. Why could he do it, but not me?

By this time, October 2010, my Florida friend had moved into his place in Fort Lauderdale, and I decided to make the move. I packed up my things and drove down there and moved into a spare room in his apartment.

At first it was pretty nice. It was such a relief to be out of the shithole cuckoo’s nest of Baltimore. I felt a sense of hope again, like I had a fresh start. I wasn’t depressed there. I started regularly approaching girls again. I had always been an approacher even in the most depressing periods.

But now I was once again doing it with regularity and motivation behind it. I got a job working at a Quiznos but found it incredibly boring and draining. Just then, my friend informed me of a tutoring company that he had done some work for and forwarded them my resume. Pretty soon I got the job and was traveling around Broward County Florida tutoring elementary and middle school kids in math, reading, and science.

After a month and a half, my friend got tired of me living with him and asked me to find my own place. I stayed at a hostel for a few nights, where I met a group of Brazilian exchange students (college-aged).

I regaled them with my version of the Brazilian national anthem which I had randomly learned a few years back (don’t ask me why), and they thought I was awesome and amazing – the most funny and entertaining American they had ever met. Being with the Brazilians was like a constant, never-ending, childlike laugh fest. With hot girls.

They found themselves an apartment where they packed themselves in, 7 Brazilians in a two-bedroom, which comes out to 3.5 Brazilians per room. It was 4 girls and 3 guys, and the girls of course got the beds, while the guys slept on air mattresses. Obviously.

And the apartment building was filled with Brazilians, all from the same exchange program. There were so many Brazilians in this apartment building, that whenever I visited them, I referred to it as “The Brazartment.”

I looked for apartments on my own and found one that was kind of far away from all the action. It was quiet, but I had to drive over 30 minutes to get to the beach. I got kind of lonely there. And since I was feeling particularly adventurous, and didn’t feel like spending a shit ton of money on an apartment, I got another genius idea. I asked the Brazilians if I could move in with them.

There was a slight problem though. “Where will you zlip?” they asked me. (translation: “Where will you sleep?”) There was no space in the apartment. So I used my creative skills and came up with the idea to live on their balcony in a tent. That’s right, I lived on the balcony. Well, it was more than just a balcony – it was more like a rooftop which their living room opened out to. It was fairly large.

And it overlooked the Atlantic Ocean, which was only 2 blocks away. So every night, I went to bed with the sound of waves, and every morning I unzipped my tent door to see the sight of the sun rising off the sea. It was a pretty good deal. I felt like it matched my sense of adventure and spontaneity.

But the female population of south Florida was another story. They were not impressed. When I told them about my living situation, they looked at me like I was some kind of bum. I lived there for 5 months, and during those months I was friendly, social, employed, and was running Game like the good ol’ days.

I talked to girls on the beach. I talked to girls in the bars and lounges. I talked to girls in the parks. I talked to girls in the Brazartment. I talked to girls everywhere. But no one was interested. I was invisible.

It was around this time that I discovered a blogger by the name of Roosh Vorek. The things he said made total sense to me. It explained why I was suffering so much – I was just in the wrong place! There was nothing wrong with me – I was doing what I needed to do. The problem was the culture around me. I started to seriously consider permanent expatriation.

But I wasn’t ready to give up on the USA quite yet. I reasoned that Roosh was right about the East Coast, but there had to be better people in other parts of the country – particularly out west. In the spring of 2011, I left Florida for a road trip that would last 4 months and cover over a dozen states.

I visited Montreal one more time (this time visiting Quebec City and points north – some of the most beautiful country I’ve ever seen in my life), and then headed out west. I drove straight out until I reached Kansas City, spent some time there, and then made my way out to Colorado, Utah, Arizona, California, Oregon, and Washington.

I had no plans – I just went wherever my intuition led me. I arrived at the Pacific in San Diego, and then slowly made my way up the coast, stopping for a few days at every major city and town. LA, Santa Barbara, Big Sur, Santa Cruz, San Francisco and Berkeley, Palo Alto, San Jose, Mendocino and Sonoma, Arcata and Eureka and then over to Mount Shasta.

Then I made my way into Oregon, staying in Ashland and Portland and then on to Seattle. I was going to visit Vancouver BC, but my passport got stolen in Portland. For 4 months I lived in my car and traveled with the wind. I was looking for a fucking place to live that wasn’t a shithole. I was looking for a new culture, a promised land. I was looking for a girlfriend.

I believed that there was some amazing, open-minded, slightly-hippieish-but-still-hot girl, living somewhere out in the West who was my soulmate, and I could find her if I just followed my instinct. I spontaneously befriended random people. I camped on the sides of mountains. I slept inside my car while parallel parked in towns and cities. I used couchsurfing. I did wwoofing. I searched on the internet for events and parties, gatherings and get-togethers.

I took baths in lakes and streams. I explored the redwoods, the deserts, the mountains. I went back down the coast again to Hollywood and the hills surrounding it. I drove the Boulevard and Mulholland Drive.

I went to Santa Barbara and walked the streets of Isla Vista, the same place that would later become famous because of another lonely, frustrated guy in a similar boat as me. While in Isla Vista, I remember sitting in my car watching all the hot sorority chicks and their boyfriends walking past me, brooding over how much I hated them for having lives of sex and pleasure…not knowing that there was another dude thinking the same things, probably no more than a few blocks away and videotaping himself thinking it.

I started heading back east again, first to Arizona. I played around in the canyons and red rocks. Then New Mexico, where I thought Santa Fe and Taos were really cool towns. I met a lot of cool people, but just didn’t have anything to anchor me anywhere. I continued on to Austin, Texas.

Then Louisiana. By this time it was getting late in the autumn, and it was too cold to be anywhere up north. I continued on to Florida, then made my way back up the coast back to Baltimore. I was out of money and needed to stay with my parents again.

A couple months later, in February 2012, I went to Israel again to live on a kibbutz-like farm dedicated to sustainability and permaculture. It turned out to be more of a Zionist indoctrination camp than a permaculture education program. I wasn’t comfortable staying there, so I left and wandered around the country thinking that my “roots” would come into play and that I’d be able to connect with people there.

It didn’t exactly work. It just made me want to get the fuck away from Jews. One of the places I visited was the Galilee, and I stood in the spot where Jesus supposedly fed all the people with the two fish. I started to wonder if maybe my plight was so deep and hopeless that only Jesus could save me. I thought about becoming a Christian.

After two months of wandering around the “Holy” Land, my parents were getting enraged at having to keep sending me money, so I came back to Baltimore.

I saved up a bit, and then went to Hawaii. I worked on a farm there, doing wwoofing, but it turned out to be the most militantly feminist, male-hating place I’ve ever been. I felt like an indentured servant. I didn’t like the north shore of Maui at all. It was like being a black dude in the south.

The racism (from native Hawaiians) and especially the misandry from the white people were so incredible I couldn’t stay. I assumed all of Hawaii was like that, and I didn’t have money to go around exploring all the islands anyway, so I came back home…again.

In the fall of 2012 I started using a dating site called FilipinoCupid.com. This was a major turning point for me, because it was the first time I had ever experienced positive attention from women. The girls on there were so sweet, and talked to me like I was a human being. I decided to go to the Philippines. I did so in March 2013.

It was like having the entire fabric of reality turned inside out – everywhere I went, girls were approaching me! They were asking me out! They were coming over to my table in the food court and asking me why I was alone! And these weren’t prostitutes. I can recognize a ho, and these weren’t. They just live in a culture where men’s needs are actually important, and a man all alone by himself doesn’t make sense.

In feminist America, a man alone by himself is a good thing – it means he’s not having sex with women, and that’s good because he’s atoning for thousands of years of brutally oppressing women and therefore his frustration is a good thing. And also heterosexual sex is rape.

But in the Philippines, men are treated like people, and celibacy is recognized as the painful, suffering condition that it is. I actually had sex. Twice! No, scratch that… three times! Two of them were working girls, and one was a girl who I had met on the website.

But it didn’t feel right. I wasn’t sure how to tell if it was real or if they were only trying to scam me or gold-dig. One girl who lived in another part of the country and who I had been talking to online for over a month, asked me to send her a cellphone in the mail so that we could talk.

A red flag went up, but I figured hey, it’s only like $25. If I get scammed for $25, I can live with that. So I sent her a phone, and sure enough, the very next thing I got was “Omg, I just got bitten by a rabid dog, I need $1,000 for medicine.”

And I didn’t even have the money to be gold-dug. I was almost broke. I was hoping to land a job teaching English or something like that, but Filipinos already speak English. There isn’t the market for it over there. So I ended up exploring another island and some mountains, and then went back home to Baltimore…again.

I considered going to another Asian country to teach English. But I had no idea which one to pick. I’ve always been attracted to Japanese culture…but then again, China’s really cool too. Or how about someplace tropical like Thailand or Vietnam? I couldn’t decide.

So I said, “Alright, I’ll go home and think about it for a while. I’ll meditate on it. Eventually I’ll get some profound insight on what country will be best for me, and then I’ll apply for jobs there.”

It was spring of 2013, and the weather was wonderful, so I decided to go and work on a farm an hour outside of Baltimore. A hippy farm. It was great to be in nature in a serene and bucolic setting. I really enjoyed that part.

But the hippies pissed me off so much. They were so misandrist. I remember a big butch lesbian loudly proclaiming that the next time she has to wash somebody else’s dirty dishes, she’s going to start “pulling off testicles.” She said it in front of everyone, and no one thought there was anything wrong with that.

I thought about saying “The next time I have to deal with misandry, I’m gonna start shoving broomsticks up vaginas.” But I assumed that would get me kicked out right then and there, so I refrained from saying it.

Nevertheless after 3 weeks, they decided to kick me out anyway. I’m not sure what I did. My theory is that I simply displayed masculinity, and masculinity wasn’t tolerated (in men) in that place. I believe that’s why they kicked me out.

Since I had sold my car before going to the Philippines and was without transportation, I decided to get a scooter. I bought a 50cc TaoTao, and called it a motorcycle. I started riding around town on my “motorcycle” and felt like a total badass!

Living in Baltimore, however, there was nothing to do. No social events to go to, except for yoga and yoga-related activities like kirtans and things of that nature, all of which were solidly feminist circles. There was nowhere that I could go to interact with normal, non-feminist people. The choice became one of two things: hang out with feminists or be alone.

So I chose to be alone, and I went forth into the wilderness. I set up my tent in the forest near my parents house, and lived in my tent from June 2013 onward. I used their house to shower and cook, but otherwise spent all my time in the forest next to a great big tree with 5 symmetrical trunks that looks like a temple.

I started to commune with the tree, with the spirit of the forest, asking the great mother Gaia earth goddess to help me, to guide me. I meditated. I prayed. I cried out to the universe to tell me what the fuck I was doing wrong. I asked for friendship. For a social circle. For guidance on what country to teach English in. Anything.

I became more and more miserable being alone. I needed companionship. I needed someone to talk to. I needed friends.

I became more and more miserable being alone. I needed companionship. I needed someone to talk to. I needed friends. But everyone in the whole fucking city was a feminist (or a black-and-white-stripe wearing hipster who I find repulsive). I was starting to go crazy from isolation. Who could I hang out with? Who would hang out with me? And that’s when I got my next genius idea: I called the Mormons!

I called them up and got two missionaries to come visit me in the forest. They were really nice and friendly, and the best part about them is that they weren’t feminists! I decided to go to church that Sunday and meet the whole Mormon crowd. For the next few months, I hung out with Mormons, and they were my primary (only?) social outlet.

As far as their beliefs…well…let’s just say I’m not so sure about the golden plates. Dum dum dum dum dum! But boy was it a relief to hang out with people who didn’t see me as a second class citizen because I have a penis.

Eventually I started to wonder if I should actually become a Mormon. We started talking about baptism. I saw myself joining the church, serving a mission, spreading Christia- I mean non-feminism.

And I got scared that I was getting carried away, and possibly making a rash decision based on loneliness and desperation, something I might later regret. I thought maybe Baltimore was playing tricks on my mind. I decided I had to get out immediately. I decided to put the Mormon thing on hold and think about it in a more neutral context, a more healthy context where I’m not lonely and desperate.

But I didn’t have the money to go anywhere for any length of time. I wanted to say goodbye to Baltimore forever and not have to come back at least until I had the stability to make it only a visit and not have to live with my parents. But there were no countries where I could survive on a budget of $600 (all my savings). No countries except one…

India!

I knew lots of people who went to India and lived in ashrams (yoga monasteries) for only a few dollars a day – sometimes even for free. I figured I could stay there and get some relief and not have to worry about shit and take some time to evaluate my situation and figure something out.

And hey, ashrams would be filled with people who are open-minded, spiritual, highly adventurous…and some of those people will be female! A perfect chance to meet someone.

So in October of 2013 I hopped on a plane to India. At first I liked it. It was very fun and stimulating. The food was amazing. But the heat started to get to me. I took the train up north to Rishikesh, the “world capital of yoga”, which is in the mountains and cooler. I stayed in ashrams.

I went back down south, I traveled to a few different areas, but fuck, I just want to fucking get laid and I can’t take this shit anymore what the fuck is going on why the fuck am I in India what am I doing and where are the fucking girls at and why can’t I fucking get a girlfriend or even a female friend or a friend of any fucking kind, what the fuck is going on??????????????????????????

After 3 months, I ran out of money and began to starve. I found some nice Indians to take me in and let me stay in their house until I could come up with some money. I got a loan from my parents and came back to Baltimore…again…in February. Now it’s June, and I’m really reaching the end of my rocker here. I’m still hanging out with the Mormons (my only social outlet), who are probably the only reason I haven’t killed myself by now.

Last week I read the manifesto of Elliot Rodger. I really feel like his life was the same as my life. After all is said and done, we both got pretty much the same results. I put in 100,000 times more work than he did.

I took the red pill. I approached like a machine. I did over 1,000 approaches in the span of a year in college in the prime of my youth when I had all my hair, a decent wardrobe, and a universally recognized “bright future” ahead of me. Now I’m bald (probably from all the stress and lack of physical touch from women) and have no societal “place”.

I’ve done a grand total of 3,000 approaches (maybe more) throughout my career, and the only thing I’ve gotten from it is 3,000 pieces of evidence that no matter how hard I work and how many risks I take, I’m still not going to succeed. I almost wish I had never approached and never learned game because at least that way I’d still have hope that I could succeed if only I were to try.

3,000 approaches and not a single girlfriend. Not a single lay. Barely even a kiss. It’s like I’m just invisible. What the fuck is going on? Please, somebody, help me.

I’m ready to start teaching English in China or someplace in Asia, but I’m afraid that it’s only going to be my socioeconomic status and not my personality that they’re attracted to.

I’m concerned that I’ll be able to get dates but no physical affection – or if I do it’ll be short-lived, and girls will be dumping me left and right for the hotter, more sexually experienced English teacher in the classroom next to mine. I’m worried that I’m just “running from my problems”, and that they’ll just follow me wherever I go, be it China, Thailand, Ukraine, Brazil, or wherever.

Somebody please, tell me what I’ve done wrong. I put in the work.

Roosh likes to call people trolls for complaining about their situation and not doing anything to fix it. But I have done stuff to fix it. I’ve tried everything. I’ve gone to the ends of the earth. I’ve experimented and braved fearsome situations and put my reputation and even my physical safety on the line all in the name of conquering fears so that I’d be better able to attract women.

I did the work. And I want to know why it hasn’t worked.

Please help.

Sincerely, Daniel

What Works Best, Loving Women or Hating Them?

I can’t think a worse woman-repellent than hating them. I was in a phase like that for a period of my life, and it was nothing but massive fail.

On the other hand, a lot of men say that beta-orbiting and white knighting doesn’t work either. So the question is, where is the golden mean?

I do not know the answer. I have always told myself that I love women, and to be honest I truly do. On the other hand, I do not put up with any crap from them at all, not even

I do not beta-orbit. That’s just stupid. What are you, retarded?

I don’t white knight. How ridiculous and pathetic. What are you, a male feminist? Whose side are you on? Bros before hos.

Most women think I am sort of a bastard, so I don’t even get any requests to beta-orbit or white knight women.

Don’t be a slave to women. Don’t be a little puppy dog. It’s needy and pathetic.

Always act like you are operating from a position of strength.

There is nothing wrong with being a nice guy. I have been one most of my life. The only problem is being too nice!

For instance when you have a girlfriend or dating thing with a woman and she ends it and says lets just be friends, say, “Ok, see you later then, I am out.” She will typically flip and say “Whoa! I cannot believe you just said that! You just want to fuck me! If you can’t fuck me, you don’t even want to be my friend!” Then just say, “Yep that’s about it,” and walk right out of her life like a complete bastard.

Some mottoes:

  • I’m a nice guy, but I can also be a real bastard.
  • I love women more than anything on Earth, but I can also be a real prick if you mess with me.
  • I can be the best boyfriend you ever had, and I can also be your worst nightmare. Your choice, baby.

Don’t put women on a pedestal. Women are flesh and blood human beings not all that different from you in a lot of very basic ways. We’re both just timebombed mortal meat sacks.

On Friendzoning

The thing about Friendzoning is you need to accept it. She says, “Let’s just be friends,” then say, “Fine, let’s just be friends.” Quit trying to have sex with her after she Friendzones you! Also you should come off as the sort of guy who does not need to be Friendzoned in the first place and could give a damn if a woman Friendzones you or not.

Also you can also act like she’s a complete idiot for Friendzoning you. The attitude is like this: “LOL! You just friendzoned me! Do you realize you just Friendzoned the hottest man on Earth, you fool?” Laugh at her when she Friendzones you. “Hahaha! You just Friendzoned me LOL! You don’t want to have sex with me!” Start rolling on the floor laughing your butt off. It will make her mad, but she will also think it is intriguing.

If you act like you don’t give a damn if you get Friendzoned or not, then this is negotiating from a position of strength. Also when women Friendzone me, they usually start fixing me up with their friends pretty quickly. So I do not mind being Friendzoned at all.

Although I will admit that when it seems like all women are friendzoning you and none are being sexual with you, that is a very painful place to be. I was in that place around age 18. So I sympathize utterly with men who complain about getting endlessly Friendzoned. It’s very insulting.

If you are Friendzoned, just say, “Fine, no problem, we are friends.” Continue to be friends with her, but maintain a strong sexual presence simply by your thoughts. And leave her the Hell alone! You’re friends, remember? Quit trying to get sexual with her! Women get intrigued by a guy who is ok with being friends and doesn’t even try to get sexual with them. What’s wrong with him? Is he already getting so much sex that he doesn’t want or need me? It’s an Abundance mentality.

This attitude of the Friendzoned guy where his attitude is, “Hey, I did all this shit for you, woman, now pay me with sex,” is so messed up. It is totally pathetic and it looks that way too. Don’t do it!

I do not know why it is, but even when women Friendzone me, at some point months or even years later, they usually try to seduce me.

Looks Versus Money – Which Matters More to Women?

A study on a dating site paired an ordinary man (a 5) with Chad, a 10 male model type. Chad was said to be unemployed. Average guy always had a job and an income. He started out at $30,000. Women consistently chose Chad the bum over the hardworking Average Guy. They wanted to see at what income level women would finally pick Average Guy over Chad. They kept moving Average Guy’s income up to see when he would match Chad’s appeal.

How much would Average Guy have to make before women would pick him over the hottie derelict?

$50,000? Nope.

$75,000? Nope.

$100,000? Nope.

125,000? Nope.

150,000? Nope.

They had to push Average Guy’s income up to $200K before women picked him over Chad.

I think this whole thing that women prefer guys with a roll is sort of a big lie.

Facts Versus Ideology

I have finally noticed something. There are many times when facts and theory (or ideology) clash. In other words, the facts reported on the ground (by some) go completely against one’s own theory about life (one’s ideology). In this case, humans must make one of two decisions:

  1. My ideology is wrong and the facts are correct.
  2. My ideology is correct and the facts are wrong.

Humans will tend to choose 2 over 1 in most cases.

Almost all humans will do just this. I think men may be less likely to do this, but women are notorious for this sort of behavior. Women have this idea of how life is supposed to work, and it’s pretty much a fairy tale. But they believe in it because it makes the world comfortable enough to live in without a whole lot of anxiety.

To discover that the world does not work that way at all and instead is the complete opposite of their fairy tale world is very upsetting and makes the world seem like a very scary place that frankly most women don’t even want to live in. They figure it’s not even worth it to live in such a shitty world, and if that’s the way the world is, they would just as soon kill themselves.

All and I mean all Identity Politics people engage in this exact thinking. That is because all Identity Politics people are ideologues.

Liberals are also notorious offenders because they don’t want to believe that ugly reality goes against their pretty liberal ideas about how life really is.

Liberals are always telling you that what you have seen right in front of your face all your life is actually not even true at all! Apparently your eyes have been lying to you! Instead, to discover the truth, we have to have a bunch of social science liberals conduct some dumb experiment. This experiment then somehow manages to prove that everything you have been seeing all your life as obvious truth is flat out wrong. Everything you know is wrong!

Women do this same thing. Women are always insisting to others that the others’ eyes have been lying to them about the obvious patterns they have observed over a lifetime. The truth instead is whatever fake dreamworld that woman has cooked up in her head to avoid the pain of life.

Study: Males and Females Differ in How They Rate the Attractiveness of the Opposite Sex

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Male and female attractiveness ratings by gender from an OK Cupid study.

The OK Cupid survey showed that 8

Beatrix stated that if 8

However, based on attractiveness ratings, this does not seem to be the case. As you can see below, women are far pickier about men than men are about women. Men don’t seem to be very picky at all. If you talk to single women aged 35-50, they will tell you, “Men will fuck anything. Sad but true.” I have been told that by 3 separate women so far, ages 35, 44, and 50. So it seems to be a common belief at least among women of that age. Of course, many of us men have known this forever. A lot of men will screw just about anything that moves and probably a lot of things that don’t move. Even males with a heterosexual sexual orientation can be quite indiscriminate in who they have sex with. Heterosexually oriented males are known to have sex with men, teenage girls, little girls, old women, animals, and God knows what else.They will even screw inanimate objects like fleshlights. Hell, a man would probably have sex with a hole in a wall if he could figure out how to do it.

I once saw a very weird video of a man having sex with a melon. Of course the melon had a hole cut in it. The Arabs supposedly have a saying, A woman is ok, a man is better, but a melon is divine. But that may be a joke.

I guess they are just looking for a place to stick it. A pole needs a hole.

However, human females are much choosier, mirroring the behavior of non-human female animals who are often quite choosy in picking their mates and choosing out the mates that seem better than the competition. If non-human female animals act this way, why should we expect human female animals (because humans are simply animals at the end of the day) to be any different?

How males rate females on OK Cupid. Explanation of
chart: For instance, the first statistic shows that
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as anywhere from a 1 to a 2.3 on an attractiveness 
scale. Everything else follows from there. As you 
can see, women are far pickier about looks than men 
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3.6-4.9 1
4.9-6.2 2
6.2-7.5 1
7.5-8.8 1
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Beta Uprising

Just like unrestrained economic liberty and for similar reasons, sexual liberality produces phenomena of absolute pauperization. Some men make love every day; others five or six times in their life or never. Some make love with dozens of women; others with none. It’s what’s known as ‘the law of the market.’ In an economic system where unfair dismissal is prohibited, every person more or less manages to find their place. In a sexual system where adultery is prohibited, every person more or less manages to find their bedmate.

In a totally free economic system, certain people accumulate considerable fortunes; others stagnate in unemployment and misery. In a totally free sexual system, certain people have a varied and exciting erotic life; others are reduced to masturbation and solitude – Michel Houellebecq

Pic related. Actually no matter how insane this seems, something like this has actually been validated on dating sites.
Pic related. Actually no matter how insane this seems, something like this has actually been validated on dating sites. In this photo, they are only going for the 8-10’s. This seems extreme. I saw another one where the women were going for the 6-10’s that seems a lot more realistic.

Study after study has found the 80-20 ratio. For instance, a study on a dating site found that 8

The remaining 8

It’s not stated, but probably the 8

The pic above is related. However, it suggests that men who are 5-below have no women after them or available to them at all. I am not sure if that is exactly the case. However, many men who are 5’s and 6’s in looks say the only women available to them are say women who are 1-3. These men state that they are looking for women who are at the same level they are or even above. The men who are 5’s and 6’s say that they do not want to settle for uggos and landwhales who 1-3, and why should they? I believe they do have a point.

Anyway, discuss.

Nice Guys, Friendzoning and the Redpill View of the Basic Nature of Women

I found this on Quora, and the author is a former commenter on this site who left. This person did write a very good post coming from a rather Redpill manner on Quora. This is still a brilliant fellow with a lot of great insights into human nature. It’s really sad, but almost everything this guy says is straight up true.

Also I do not know if he is an MRA per se, but I believe he is a masculinist, and I think we should form a masculinist movement as counterpart to the feminist movement. We can try to mirror them if we wish. If it’s progressive, hip, groovy, and right-on and hipster for women to advocate for their rights, then we think it ought to neato, right-on, boss, cool, and progressive to advocate for men’s rights. Because we men need our rights just as much as the women need their rights. Women want to advocate for their rights? No problem! Let them. But why should we men not do the same thing?

The Masculinist Movement will make alliances with any sane feminists out there, and I believe there might be a few. In general, women think that “Men’s Rights” means all out war on them. This is zero-sum thinking, and furthermore, it is just wrong. You want and need rights for women, and we want and need rights for men. Neither gender likes being screwed over. If it’s right for them, it’s right for us too.

I recently checked out the resurrected Men’s Liberation Movement on Reddit, and it is a disaster. You are not allowed to attack feminism!

I would instead identify with some of the more radical wings of the Masculinist Movement who broke away early on. Interestingly, some of the most prominent among them were gay men. Gay men have always been an integral part of the Men’s Movement, and we need to welcome them with open arms.

After reading several of these threads about the “Friendzone” and “nice guys”, I’ve come to realize that the discussion universally ignores two very important things:

1) lying

and

2) age

Within my comments below is the direct answer to the question “Why do girls reject guys who are good to them…”.

1. LYING

Women lie.  Compulsively. They say they want to be treated kindly, with respect, by a nice smart guy who knows how to be a gentleman blah blah blah. But, more often than not, they’re lying. They usually do not respond positively (i.e. with attraction) to kind, respectful treatment from nice smart guys.

They respond positively to bad boys, punks, criminals, sleazy pickup artists, motorcycle gang members, drag-racers, rock band members, trash-talking rappers, jocks, and other guys who they find exciting. They respond to guys who put them on an emotional rollercoaster, up and down.

They often respond positively to guys who abuse them or treat them like shit. Not because they like being treated like shit, *per se*, but because being treated like shit, and then being sexually ravaged, (i.e. ultra-cold, then super-hot), is exciting, thrilling, highly attractive, and emotionally addictive.

There’s nothing wrong with any of that. There’s nothing wrong with liking what you like, and being attracted to what you’re attracted to. What’s wrong is lying about it, which women do all the time. And the lying, understandably, confuses men something awful.

They think that the women are telling them the truth about how they want a nice guy who will treat them with respect, open doors for them, buy nice things for them, and all that. Then, when the guy gives them those things, the woman responds with indifference and “lets just be friends”. WTF?! – says the guy, understandably.

This is where all the crap about “entitlement” comes from. Very few guys actually feel entitled to sexual attraction or engagement, but they are terribly confused about why it is not happening after he takes her at her word and gives her what she says she wants.

And who can blame them? Well, actually, some morons do blame them. There’s a whole lot of man-hating and -shaming going on in this discussion, I’ve noticed, rooted in the failure to see that men’s sometimes-inappropriate reactions are occasioned by women’s chronic lying.

2. Age

What I wrote above about what women positively respond to in a man,  applies largely to women in their prime years, approximately age 18 through 30. Those are the woman’s years of sexual experimentation, of going for all of the most sexually exciting men: mysterious wild bad boys, Alphas and  high-status men (sports stars, rock stars, etc.) at whom all the other women are throwing themselves, and a variety of “interesting” high-testosterone types including slick PUA’s, guys who are perpetually getting in fights or scrapes with the law, guys who are heavy into drugs, etc.

Having sex with a bunch of guys of these genres is very exciting and emotionally riveting. And the “nice guys” are a bore, except as an occasional shoulder to cry on about how terribly the asshole/bad-boy boyfriend is using and abusing them.

However, as the years go by, things change. Our wild ‘n free young woman hits “the wall” – a moment typically in late 20’s or early 30’s when her looks start to fade rapidly. She is no longer as attractive to the Alphas and bad boys or to men in general. They stop calling her.

As this is happening, she realizes that her fertility clock is ticking, and that the Alphas and bad boys are not going to give her what she wants for the long term like stable marriage, material support, and so on. She begins to look at other men – the men she had rejected and friendzoned before, the “nice guys” – in a different light. These are the guys, she then realizes, that could give her what the men she chased earlier will not.

The only problem is that many of these “nice guys” are now successful, comfortable and confident, and are actually becoming more attractive with age, rather than less. They’ve grown up and become a little less “nice” and a little more manly. They’ve taken care of their health and acquired some style, and some of them morph from nerdy to quite handsome and sexy.

They may not want the older female, often a single mother, overweight and/or with generally deteriorating looks. Instead, they go for that (substantial) fraction of younger women – younger and a whole lot hotter and sexier – who like older successful guys. The “nice guy” who got friendzoned and sexually shut-out in his 20’s, now has the power in his 30’s and 40’s.

Meanwhile, our formerly-young free-spirit female is facing grim options, like say two offers for dates last month – both from unattractive, much older men. “What happened to all the good men?”, she cries. The answer is that they were there all along, and she ignored them, and now they have no interest in her. She may wind up living a barren life, hanging out on personals sites and hoping that some slightly attractive guy will see how awesome she truly is, regardless of her looks. Rots of ruck.

One author, an older “nice guy”, puts it poignantly: “Dear Girls Who Are (Finally) Ready To Date Nice Guys: We Don’t Want You Anymore.”

With the passage of years, things are likely to get better and better for the “nice guy” types and worse and worse for the women who friendzoned and sexually rejected them. Not to mention much worse for many of the bad boy types that they once prized: alcoholism, addiction, disastrous accidents, prison, disease, burnout, etc.

The exception to this is the “nice guy” who can’t get over having been rejected and marginalized – becoming, over the years, embittered and withdrawn. Many in the MGTOW movement are this type. But it is his choice. He could grow up, mature, work on himself, and become much more attractive to women – even young, hot women – than he ever was before.

Some women say that women are “stupid” for going for the bad boys, etc. But that’s not true. They are not stupid; they are emotional, and they love the emotional roller-coaster ride.

For a woman to give sound relationship advice, she needs to be honest with herself and others about the following:

1.Women are hypergamous, they are not naturally monogamous.

2.Women fitness test. Sometimes consciously, sometimes subconsciously.  With rare exception, they all do it.

3. Women often don’t say what they really mean.

4. Women often speak in partial truths and half truths. A perfect example:  when a woman says she just wants a nice guy who will treat her right, what she really means is “I just want a hot, good looking, confident guy who will be nice to me, commit to me, have sex only with me, and treat me right.” Half the battle would be fought and won if  women would just be clear and honest about this.)

5. All women have a rationalization hamster. I’ve seen girls as young as 10 rationalizing.

6. Women often say one thing and then do the exact opposite  Examples: “I  just want a nice guy who will treat me right” then run off with Harley Biker Badboy; or “I don’t want to get in a serious relationship right now” then a month later, she’s hot and heavy with Dr. Medical Student.)

Part of what is done here is to have honest conversations about these  issues. Feminism and the mainstream media ignores things like female  duplicity, hypergamy, female cheating, women initiating at least 7

A few women like Susan Walsh get it. Most still don’t, including my mother and every woman I knew until I was 30 years old. I was told to “be nice” and “be yourself”. My father’s sole relationship advice? “Keep your d**k in your pants. If you don’t you’re playing  with fire.”

This is the most useless advice any parents could ever give their son. It condemns a young man to neverending frustration, anger, bitterness and withdrawal. It makes you spin your head in disbelief that the jerks, the thugs and the a$$holes get all the girls. “How can that be? They’re not “nice”. Why do they get all the girls? I was told that I was supposed to be “nice” and I would be swimming in girls. Why is this not happening?”

So then I was told that evidently I must not be “nice” enough and I should be “nicer”. Heh. The frustration is only amplified when he finds out that what everyone told him was absolutely 180 degrees from the truth.

Why Hating Womanizers Is Preposterous

First of all I want to say that there are two types of players, womanizers, playboys, or polygamous men out there.

You ask most people and they will just say something retarded like all guys like that hate women. And that’s not completely false. Or it’s obvious that they don’t care about women very much because they are so cold and callous. And once again, that would be partly true. But the reason why I think people are morons is that they are half-right most of the time.

But half-right doesn’t cut it. When you are half-right, you have not adequately explained the situation. Further, you are claiming a full truth that is actually more of a half truth. That is a philosophical error. Truths should be the best explanation of the facts, as we see them now, in most cases, most parsimoniously. Few truths will be 10

If I wanted to know about womanizers, I suppose I would ask my mother, the smartest woman in the whole world. Also her generation is so much wiser than these later generations of women that it’s not even funny. I think feminism with its endless lies has really done a number on modern women to where they can’t think straight and simply do not understand the world.

For the longest time, since I was a teenager, my mother has been telling me her theory about this type of man. She said there are two types.

The first type pretty much hates women or at least acts like it, as they spout a lot of misogyny. Typical advice from these men is that the only way to deal with women is to treat them like shit. Also all women love to be treated like shit anyway. And if you don’t treat them like shit, you won’t be able to deal with them well.

A think a lot of players get cynical about women because they see the good and bad sides of women. A man who has dated say hundreds of women has started to learn quite a bit about the gender, if he had his senses turned on and was taking notes. The problem is that after you date hundreds of women you end up with a lot of experiences, good and bad. You have a whole universe full of some of the greatest experiences on Earth and a whole universe full of some of the most awful experiences you could imagine. They’ve seen women at their best and at their worst. It’s the good, the bad and the ugly.

Also they really understand women. And when you really understand them, you figure out that women are not sugar and spice and everything nice. There is a dark side to women as there is to men, and it’s not pretty at all. It’s ugly as all get out. What probably happened with a lot of these men is that they saw so much female bad behavior and had so many bad experiences with women, that they just don’t think much of women anymore.

About their notion that the only way to deal with women is to treat them like shit, unfortunately, this works because a lot of women are susceptible to abuse. And abuse works. It’s lousy, but it works. These men have grown callous and hardened.

Examples of misogynistic womanizers abound. The world of porn is full of sadistic, often dangerously misogynistic men who like to brutalize women. Male porn stars are always beating up their wives and battering them. Linda Lovelace’s porn husband beat her all the time.

In the PUAsphere, we have Roosh, Heartiste, a lot of the guys at Return of Kings, and Redpill on Reddit as examples of the misogynist type of womanizer. Now why men who hate women that much want to spend so much time around them, I have no idea, but they do.

My mother said there is another type though. This type really, really loves women, as she put it. Most people don’t realize this. Often this type was very close to their mothers, sisters, girl cousins or maybe even aunts. They often hung around girls more than boys at school. In college in beyond, you often saw them socializing with women more than with men. If you ask these men, a lot will tell you that they hate men, and they only like to hang around females.

So there is definitely a type of womanizer who loves women like crazy and can’t get enough of them. Because they love women, women pick up on this, feel comfortable with them and like these men. This makes everything work a whole lot better.

You might be surprised, but guess what? Women really like men who love women. If a man loves women, women can pretty much figure it out via energy flow, mindreading, intuition, etc.

Then my mother said, “They don’t treat them very well, but they do love them.” Most people will tell you that sounds insane on the surface, but actually that explanation works very well, and my experience in life has taught me that that explains the facts perfectly.

They keep doing studies on the dating sites. The 80-20 ratio keeps coming up over and over. Feminists say that the 80-20 ratio is a great big fat lie, but they keep finding it in study after study. For instance in a recent study on a dating site, they somehow ascertained that 8

A study of STD’s in the Black community found that a lot of the women were being infected by a small group of men, maybe 2

Now on dating sites, the top 2

Alpha: The top 2

Beta: This is the mass of men, and there is nothing wrong with being in this group. Almost all men are in this group. Betas are simply men who are found attractive by some of the women some of the time. That’s it. Nothing more and nothing less. Why is this a bad theory? What’s wrong with it?

Omega: These are men who are found attractive by almost none of the women almost all of the time. They are totally rejected by women. Why is this concept false? Do we deny that these guys exist?

Also note that on that dating site, 8

However, life for men who are found highly attractive by women can be grand indeed. You would not believe how easy these guys have it.

Bottom line is women and girls are pretty much throwing themselves at these guys all the time, and these guys are supposed to “Just say no.” Well, men don’t do that. Men don’t “just say no.” That’s not in our vocabulary. If women and girls are throwing themselves at these guys all the time, why are they scumbags for going for it? That’s like letting a kid into a candy store, telling him he can take all he wants for free, and then calling him a thief when he does it.

Mostly back when I was younger (best of all in my teens and 20’s), before I turned old and ugly, females just threw themselves at me a lot. I didn’t even approach all that much. I wasn’t chasing females much because there was simply no need to.

They were coming to me instead so all I had to do was sit back and reel in lines when the fish came to bite. There was no need to “prey” on women (and some of these guys do that), especially vulnerable, wounded, weak or easy to fool ones because I never liked to do that anyway as it always seemed so sleazy and also because there was never any need to.

At the time, most of my friends were women and girls, and I spent most of my time hanging around with them because I liked their company and I like women a lot more than I like men, about whom the less said the better. People talk about friendzoning being horrible, but it usually wasn’t for me.

At age 18, it got rather bad because I was just getting friendzoned and it was like “friends with all, lovers with none.” This situation feels very bad, does a number on your self-esteem, and I do not recommend it.

But with me, Friendzoning has been a lot different. For some odd reason, women would only stay friends with me for a while, often a few months, before they would simply try to seduce me. They didn’t seem to be able to be just friends with me. I have no idea why that is, but that’s how it was, and I still cannot be platonic friends with women very long because my female platonic friends try to seduce me to this very day!

Also if you are lucky, your female friends are a great source of new females. My female friends and even relatives were always more or less throwing their friends at me.

“Hey Bob, you know my friend Laura? She says she wants to go out with you. She really likes you, and she wants you to take her out.”

And sometimes I would even get specific instructions from my female friends on what they wanted me to do to their friends. It was:

“Hey Bob, I want you to go out with my friend Sarah, ok? She says she really likes you. She told me to tell you that she wants you to take her out. So you want to go out with her?”

“Sure.”

“Well if you do, I really want you to fuck her because she’s never been fucked and I want you to be her first one.

So sometimes my female friends would fix me up with their friends with specific instructions to have sex with them. They would tell me that they were going to check up afterwards and I better follow through on having sex with her friend otherwise they would be very disappointed.

And sometimes I would get a girlfriend(s) and females would see me with new girlfriend and then come up to me and try to get me to cheat on her.

“Hey Bob. Who is Lori? Is that your girlfriend? Are you guys close? Why don’t you go out with me too? Would Lori get mad? Anyway, you should be with me instead. I am a lot better than Lori, she’s no good. I’ll be a better girlfriend than she is. Try me, and you’ll see.”

So even when I got a girlfriend and tried to be monogamous, females would keep coming up to me and tempting me to cheat on her. They knew I had a gf, but they did not even care!

They would say,

“I know Tracy’s your girlfriend, but you should go out with me anyway, Bob.”

“Ha ha ha! You want me to cheat on Tracy? She will not be happy about that, you know!”

“Who cares about Tracy, Bob! She’ll never find out ! Anyway I bet I’m better in bed than she is. You should dump her and go with me instead!”

So when I had a girlfriend, other women would encourage me to be a cheater.

Even when I had a girlfriend, I stayed close to my female friends, who typically could care less that I had a girlfriend now because they kept trying to fix me up with all their friends!

I would say,

“But what about Rhonda? I am supposed to cheat on Rhonda with your friend Joan. She will kill me if she finds out.”

“Who cares about your girlfriend! Hell with her! She will never find out anyway. Here, go out with Joan, she told me she wants to go out with you. Joan’s better looking anyway. Rhonda’s cute, but she’s not as cute as Joan. And Rhonda’s a bitch! I hate the way she treats you. Joan will treat you way better. She hates Rhonda too.”

So my very own female friends were always encouraging me to cheat too.

I could go on and on here, but you get the picture. For a lot of these guys it is absurd to hate them. They have females after them all the time, and they are simply taking them up on their offers. These guys are evil users, predators, criminals, scum, etc, why? Because they refuse to “Just say no?” But why should they just say no? Most men won’t do that.

It is like if people were walking up to you handing out $100 bills all the time and saying,

“Here you want this? I think you are a really cool guy, so I am going to give you this $100 right now.”

Well you take the bills most of the time, right? ”

“Hey, thanks for the $100 man, you sure are nice.”

Then the people who gave you the bills would yell at you for taking them.

“You bastard! You just took that $100 from me. You are a user! You used me for $100! You ripped me off! You’re a criminal! You’re preyed on me! You’re a predator!”

You would say,

“You want it back?”

They would say,

“Nope! Keep the $100! But you are an evil man for taking it! You’re a predator scum! You used me like an object! You should have been a good person and just said no! You realize you are hurting people by taking those $100’s? You hurt so many people!”

You would say,

“LOL how do I hurt people by taking free $100’s? You guys are idiots LOL!”

He would say,

“Because reasons bla bla bla!”

Well you would just laugh and say,

“Screw you idiots! I am going to keep on taking $100’s, you lunatics! You give me $100’s for free and then you yell at me for taking them and say I should have just said no ! Haha! How stupid you are!  I don’t care if it ‘hurts people’ LOL! Who cares! Just give me your $100’s people! About those people I hurt by taking the money, hey I promise I will pray to Jesus for them!”

The Problem with Feminists Is That They Are Wrong About Just About Everything

Feminists of course, and SJW’s in particular, are complete idiots about most any facts. You will almost never hear a feminist or an SJW state an adequate truth about any set of facts. This is one of the reasons I dislike them so much – because they are so wrong so much of the time.

The reason they are wrong is because they have to be wrong. In order to follow in accordance with feminist and PC theory, you have to explain the facts in erroneous ways, which is sad. The reason you are mandated to fail is that all “truths” stated by SJW’s and feminists have to be run through the Ideology Filter before they are stated. In other words, all feminists attempts to explain any facts must be run through the Feminist Ideology Filter before they are stated.

A vast amount of facts on the ground, if adequately explained, would laughingly devastate the tenets of feminist theory, shredding it to bits. Same with SJW’s and their pet Weirdos of the Month. The truths about these weirdos violate SJW ideology, so any conclusions about these facts on the ground have to be run through the SJW Ideology Filter before they are stated. All conclusions that violate the Feminist or SJW Ideology Filters must be canned as incorrect.

When facts on the ground violate feminist and SJW ideology, one would think that these ideologies are incorrect and must be amended. However, feminist and SJW ideology is sacrosanct, hence it cannot be adjusted. So if there are facts that violate the theory, then the facts themselves are wrong. The facts must be adjusted to line up with the theory. And this is exactly what feminists and SJW’s do continuously. They’re wrong. Most of their view about how the world works is incorrect because reality is viciously un-PC.

There Are No Honest Seducers

I tried to be a seducer and be honest about it for a while, but it was a complete failure. I felt guilty because I had a girlfriend, and I would meet new girls and women and right away confess that I had a girlfriend.

And typically they would just dump me right there and scream at me and make me feel very guilty. I hated myself so much. I felt like that wicked witch melting on the ground. I felt like the scum of the Earth, and it didn’t feel good.

And for a long time, females always called me all sorts of names for cheating, using females, on and on.

“You don’t care.”

“You just use them. Guys like you use women. You are no good. You’re a bad person.”

“You rip them off. You rip women off. It’s just like stealing. Like if someone came into your house and stole money from you. It’s the same thing. That’s exactly what you are doing to these women. You’re on the same level as a burglar.”

“You are a predator. You prey on women. You’re like a shark.”

Due to females shaming me for the crime of having a sex drive and being a human, I started to feel guilty about my sexuality. I started thinking that there was no way that I could get involved with females at all without it being some sort of a failure. Either I would dump her, in which case, I would be a scum, or she would dump me, in which case, I would be a loser. You couldn’t win.

Females had been trying to make me feel guilty about, basically, wanting to have sex with them for a very long time. Now I realize it was just women shaming me for being a normal man and making me guilty. I turned shy and sort of quit dating for a while (actually I did date, but just much less) because I felt so bad.

This is just something that they do and most of them do it. You just have to accept that they do this and try not to let it affect you. Females do a lot of shaming in this regard, and feminism is huge in this way. Feminism is simply a massive man-shaming movement to shame and punish men for having sex drives and being human beings. The purpose of feminism is to try to stop men from having sex with women.

That’s what the whole “creep” and “sexual harassment” thing is all about.

A creep is a guy who is trying to start something romantic/sexual with a female, and she doesn’t like him. So he’s a creep for being a human and having a sex drive because apparently men with sex drives are evil.

Sexual harassment means the same thing. It means you made what PUA’s call an approach. You came up to a woman and said or did something in a flirtatious or seductive manner. Usually men do this with the eventual goal of  trying to start up some romantic or sexual thing with a woman. Sexual harassment means “men are evil scum for trying to start up romantic or sexual involvement with women. Men are vile and evil because they have a sex drive and are human beings.

In other words, the male sex drive is simply evil, and every time it shows itself in public, feminism demands that it be smashed down and shamed.

But that is all just lame. Finally I decided I will not listen to women and idiot men shaming me about my behavior anymore. I was just going to go for it and do whatever the Hell I want to whenever the Hell I want to do it and everyone else can just go to Hell if they don’t like it.

Another Incel Goes ER (Elliot Rodger), Shoots up College, 10 Dead, 7 Wounded

Breaking news right now:

Another young man, reportedly an incel like Elliot Rodger and George Sodini, has conducted a mass shooting. This shooting was done at a community college. He wandered through hallways shooting at everyone he saw. Cops came and he shot it out with him. He lived for a while after he was shot, and then he died. It is not yet known if he was killed by the police or his own hand.

The shooting happened at Umpqua Community College in Oregon at 10:38 AM this morning. 7 people were killed, including the shooter, and 7 more were wounded.

The shooter has been identified as Chris Harper Mercer, age 26.

He hung out on a 4chan site called Robot9000 or RK9, which is where a lot of young men who feel they are being passed over by society hang out and attack what they call “normies.” Normies are well-liked and well-adjusted young men.

They often make posts talking about how much they hate normies. There is a strong incel undercurrent with the site similar to PUAHate where Elliot Rodger hung out. Mercer appears to have been some sort of an incel. After he posted his warning telling his fellow Robots not to go to school in the Pacific Northwest tomorrow, a poster said, “Instead of doing that, why don’t you go talk to a woman!”

He, like many RK9 posters, fashioned himself as a Beta. Apparently “normies” may be the Alphas who are getting all the girls and fun. There is a lot of talk about a “Beta Uprising,” which is some sort of violent uprising of the male Betas against the Alphas who oppress them and the society that supports it. Mercer may have talked about and predicted this Beta Uprising.

“Going ER” is Internet shorthand made up by the SlutHate crowd which means “going Elliot Rodger” – for an incel to go on an Elliot Rodger type shooting spree. There is a lot of talk on Sluthate about who is going to be the next poster to Go ER. Here is the Sluthate post talking about the shooting.

Mercer made a post yesterday on R9K predicting this shooting, but no one did anything about it. However, people make threats on 4chan all the time. They come so often and usually don’t amount to anything so no one bothers to do anything about it. Also users say that finding threats and investigating them is the job of the police, not the posters.

After the George Sodini shooting and the Elliot Rodger shooting, I predicted that there were going to be more of these explosive outbursts by incel males, and I was right.

Biggest Lie Ever Told – “No Means No”

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Truth be told, generally if they say no, I just lay off.

However, sometimes they got me all worked up, let me feel their pussies, made out with me really heavily, rubbed my ass with their hands, let me pull up their tops and feel their tits, and played all sorts of weird games which usually involved “accidentally grabbing my cock”.

Women do this last one a lot –  it’s happened to me more than once – especially young women about age 20-23 – they “accidentally” throw things or put things down right on top of your dick when you are clothed, and they have to “go recover the object” from your crotch. Nothing sexual implied of course! If you imply something sexual just occurred merely because she’s fishing around in your crotch area for no coherent reason, you’re a creep, a rapist, a sexual harasser and a predator! Rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape. Watch out for teh rape!

Anyway, when they get me all worked up like and then try to weasel out of the bone when it comes down to it – this is known as Last Minute Resistance in PUA lingo, and it is as common as dirt – that tends to make me really mad. I either argue with them or more or less try to talk them into it via an argument, which I suppose is verbal coercion:

Her: No! Me: Yes! Her: No! Me: Yes! Her: No! Me: Yes! Her: No! Me: Yes! Her: No! Me: Yes! Her: No! Me: Yes!

You’re basically cajoling her into bed, which is 10

But hey guys, don’t take this advice at all. After all, I am encouraging you to ape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape.

There was one time this total knockout babe got me all worked up, I got back to my place, I had her on the couch with her top up and I was feeling her tits (sexual assault for not asking permission). We had been at a rock and roll club watching a band.

She had been making out with me like crazy and playing “accidentally” drop objects on my dick most of the night. Then she followed me into my house at 2 AM, went into my bedroom, sat on the couch with me and let me feel her tits. Of course that’s not suggestive behavior or anything like that! To assume that would be rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape.

Anyway I was feeling her tits, and she says in this extremely wimpy, utterly unconvincing, little girl voice, “Please let me go home.” If she would have said it forcefully and gotten mad maybe I would have caved, but she was so submissive and wimpy that it didn’t sound convincing.

I got mad and I said, “No way! You’re staying right here, dammit!”

Ok supposedly that is “false imprisonment” or something, which might mean rRape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape, but as the cops say, she was “free to leave” at any time. I wasn’t going to stop her.

Well we went on and on about this for a while, and finally I just gave up.

I said, “Look baby. If you don’t want to fuck, that’s fine. I will just sleep on the couch here, ok? You can have the bed. See you in the morning.” I turned away and pretended to go to sleep. In less than a minute she was calling from the bed in that little girl voice, “Come to the bed…”

This is actually a very good tactic. When they pull this Last minute defense crap, a lot of times it’s best just to call them on it, “Oh ok? You don’t want to have sex?” (Guess what, she really does) “Well then I will just go sleep over here, you can have my bed and see ya in the morning, and then just totally ignore her. I have done this a few more times. Sometimes I even went into another room to go sleep on a couch. Pretty much 10

There have been some other times. One time I picked up this woman at a rock and roll club. I walked in the club and within 2 minutes, I picked up a woman. She came up to me as soon as I walked in and asked me to buy her a drink. I bought her a drink, put my arm around here just like that (sexual assault for not asking permission), and then it was on. We took off at one point to buy more booze and at one point, I had her in my car and I was rubbing her pussy while I was driving.

Later after the concert, for some reason she tried to weasel out of the dicking and said she was going home with her friends (Last Minute Resistance). I said, “Hell no you aren’t! You’re going home with me!” She smiled and said, “Says who?” I said, “Says me!” I forget what happened afterwards, but at some point she said, “Ok let’s arm wrestle.” We arm wrestled and of course I destroyed her. She started laughing and said, “Ok you win.” I guess this is coercion?

As I was speeding down the 5 Freeway at 3 AM with the lights still glowing in a few offices in Downtown LA, she lunged over, yanked down my pants like a madwoman and started sucking my cock while I sped along the freeway. And there our story ends.

Bottom line: Guess what? No doesn’t always mean no! What does it mean then? Who knows? When a woman says, “No,” it could mean:

“Yes.” “No.” “Maybe.” “I have no idea.” “I can’t make up my mind – you make it up for me.”

If they sound angry, forceful and convincing, then it really does mean no, and  you need to stop. I generally quit if she’s that forceful. I did it even recently, a few years ago. The next day she more or less thanked me for not raping her!

“Thank you for being respectful,” she said. “Well, you know. I’m just not a rapist. I don’t do that.” “Yes and I respect you for that. Thank you again.”

I haven’t the faintest idea what to do when a woman says no to sex. Bottom line is you have to try to figure out if she really means it or not, and if she doesn’t mean it, you just carry on, argue with her, get forceful, or do the “Oh you don’t want sex? Fine no problem! I will just sleep on the couch then! Night night!” which seems to work very well for some odd reason.

I don’t advocate being a rapist or even a date rapist. But still no doesn’t always mean no. The matter is tricky as Hell and there’s almost no good advice to give except you have to figure out what’s really going on and then act smart and try not actually legally rape her.

Seduction Is Lying, Lying Is Seduction

A female commenter writes:

I know almost all young guys lied at least once in their life to a girl to sleep with her, but it’s a criminal act, just like take advantage on a drunken woman. The trivialization of this behavior in our society must stop. Lying is not an act of seduction, it’s predatory behavior.

A man can’t lie to a woman, make them believe they are someone they are not, to obtain a consent for a sexual relationship. We have a law about it here in Canada.

Oh no, I lied. I lied all the time to girls and women, of course.

You must understand that all womanizers lie. They do not lie all the time, but they lie a lot. I would say most of them lie a good part of the day.

If you want to be polygamous, I would not tell new women that, at least not at the start. Most women do not want a guy who is polygamous. People act like being polyamorous is this groovy new thing that everyone is cool with, but really it’s not. It’s fringe.

I could go on a dating site right now and make a profile that says I am polyamorous and it will get exactly zero hits. If I could someone get some women talking to me on that site and I mentioned that I was polyamorous, she would take off in a New York minute. Boom! Just like that! Bam! Gone! So you never put that in a dating site, and I can’t imagine telling women you are dating that you are polyamorous or polygamous or whatever. Most of them will just take off as soon as they hear that. If you want to be polyamorous or polygamous, that’s just fine, but you are going to have to lie a lot.

Every time you start dating a new woman, remember, you’re always completely single and you need to assure her she’s the only one.

I would not even bring up the subject about other women when you start dating someone. If they don’t bring it up, just don’t discuss it. Leave it off the table. If they bring it up, now you have to start thinking.

One thing I don’t do a lot is confess to women that I am single. I learned a long time ago that this is usually a complete catastrophe. Bottom line is if you are totally single and there is no woman in your life, that means no women want you. The woman you tell that to looks at you and thinks, “Ok, no woman wants this guy. Well, in that case, I don’t want him either!”

So if you’re totally single, you just lie and say that there is a woman or two floating around your life. I would say you are just dating around, but nothing serious. But don’t tell her that you have some main girlfriend. That’s a terrible idea and I will get to that below. So you can’t be totally single, and you can’t have a main girlfriend either. It’s a fine tightrope to walk.

You can say different things:

“Well, there are a couple of women in my life now, just casual dating.”

“Well right now, I guess you could say that I have a harem.”

“I don’t discuss my sex life, haha.”

“There are women in my life from time to time, yes.”

“Women come and go in my life. I can’t keep track of this stuff.”

“Just a few women here and there or now and then.”

“Why do you want to know? And why should I tell you? No I don’t have a major girlfriend, that would be correct.”

This last one is very important. If you tell her you have a girlfriend, a lot of women are going to take off right there.

First of all, it means they are going to be Woman #2.

A lot of women will tell you, “No way. I am strictly monogamous. When I have someone in my life, it’s just that person and that person only.”

Or they might get completely outraged if you say, “Hey, I have a girlfriend.” They might flip out, hang up the phone, cut short a date, tell you to leave, walk out the door, start screaming at you, etc. Then they will go tell their female friends (who might be your friends too) that you made tried to go out with her and then you told her you already had a girlfriend. A lot of women (and some men) think it that is a completely outrageous and assholey thing to do.

Bottom line is if you have one serious girlfriend and you looking for other ones to add to your collection, it’s really best to lie and say you don’t have a girlfriend. Sure you can be honest and straight up with them and tell them you have a main girlfriend, but most of them will just storm out as soon as you say that. So why do it? Why be honest? What for? Honesty is stupidity. If you’re honest, you’re just going to fail, so it’s really mandatory to lie if you want to have any success at all in this game.

But if once you start going out, a lot of times they start asking you if you have any other woman, and you have to lie and say you don’t. You have to tell them that you are monogamous.

“Oh no. You’re the only one.

“There’s no other woman in my life.”

“I wish there was another woman! I should be so lucky! But no, there’s only you.”

“No, I only date one woman at a time. That is very important to me. I hate dishonest men. That’s taking advantage, and I don’t do that. It’s so sleazy!”

“I would tell you if I had another woman. I don’t like to cheat.”

“I am only with one woman at a time. I don’t sleep around. There are so many diseases out there. It’s scary. You can’t be too careful.

Should Men Ever Hit Women?

I say we smack them if they attack us first with punches, kicks, spitting in your face, throwing water in your face. I don’t know about throwing objects. No women ever threw an object at me. I understand modern women throw objects around like Major League ballplayers these days though. I guess that’s what being “liberated” is all about. Now you get to act like a psycho, baby!

I’ve never hit one who didn’t physically assault me first. I guess I could hit a woman who just provoked me by words or behavior, but I never have. I definitely feel like killing them sometimes when they do that, but I don’t actually do much, and it depends on what they say or do. A lot of times I start cussing them out when they get evil on me. If a woman bitches me out real ugly, I just swear at her. I never attack anyone’s Achilles Heels when I fight with them, and actually I seldomr even get personal because that seems like dirty fighting. That’s a bitch way to fight, women fight dirty. If you fight dirty, you’re fighting like a bitch, like a little bitch. I am a man, and I feel that you should fight honorably. And that means not getting personal and pushing people’s buttons. Every now and then I push a woman’s buttons if I am really furious at her, but I don’t feel good about that and I should quit because that is a moral failing and it lowers me down to other’s level where I should be above them.

I especially like to call names. I call them every name in the book. Especially cunt. That’s my favorite because it pisses them off more than anything. They go absolutely stark raving bonkers furious nuts when you use that word on them, so it’s a cool weapon. I will say though that it usually doesn’t seem to work well. There may be some good longterm effects from going to war with them real crazy like that, but in the short-term it just escalates the battle. Where it was a battle, now it’s all out war, and it’s all because I started calling names. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but calling names is not a way to end a fight. All it does it make a small fight bigger.

I suppose I could hit a woman just on verbal or behavioral provocation, but I never have. Have I felt like hitting women based on outrageous verbal or behavioral provocation. Oh Hell yeah. You would keel over if I told you some of the provocative stuff women have done to me over the years. Sometimes I think they were daring me to hit them.

I think hitting a woman who has not attacked you first is a pretty low descent. I am not saying they don’t deserve it. I read about the way modern women act these days, and I think, “God-damn, these bitches need to be knocked across a room for that.” But then I never do it. I just think it. Actually I wish more of these modern women did get hit when they acted absolutely outrageous in the most insanely provocative way trying to push people 100 miles past their limits.

They’re pretty much trying to get you to hit them at that point. Probably other men should do the hitting though and not me. I will just stand on the sidelines and cheer on the rounds. Part of me fantasizes that if we started knocking them around a bit when they do what I call “trying to get murdered,” maybe these modern women would get scared, and the behavior would decrease.

But I doubt it.

Modern women don’t have any of the wisdom that the women of my mother’s generation did. None of it. Not

Ever Been in a Fistfight or Other Physical Altercation with Another Man in Adulthood?

I have been in a number of fistfights, etc. with men, but you don’t need to know the details. Once I got beaten so badly I had to go to the hospital. I’ve been hit and beaten with objects all the way up to baseball bats.

If a guy hits me, he’s doomed because I will hit him back as hard as I can right away, and then a fight’s on. It goes on until it ends, usually quickly. Once I grabbed a guy and threw him down on a table, and the table broke into 100 pieces. He totally deserved it too because he came up to me at a party, insulted me to my face and started pouring his beer down the front of my shirt. I immediately punched him full force in the face, and the fight was on.

Even though I destroyed their table, the people who owned the table didn’t even care. They didn’t care that the table got destroyed because I kicked that guy’s ass, and everyone really hated him to the ultimate. For everyone at that party, that guy was on their list of Most Hated Persons on Earth so they felt that what I did was like a pubic service in some sense.

Anyway, I hate fistfights and avoid them at all costs because I perfectly well how strong and dangerous men are. Men are completely nuts and very powerful, and they can either beat the living shit out of you or even kill you just like that, in a heartbeat. I know that very well, and I am basically afraid of other men, so I try to completely kiss their asses when I am around them so they won’t try to hit me or kill me.

Now if you try to kill me, that’s another matter. If you try to kill me, I will try to kill you. It’s real simple. That’s already happened at least once.

As I noted, almost all of the time, I won’t hit someone until they get really physically aggressive with me first.

Only one time did I hit a guy who didn’t attack me. Two other guys and I had been sitting around drinking beers one evening, and I think we killed a case. Anyway, they started insulting me in these low level ways, laughing at me, making fun of me, etc. about halfway through the evening. I put up with it for some reason, but when they left, I grabbed one of the guys who had insulted me for a couple of hours, took a beer, threw it in his face and then punched him hard right in the face, both of which he deserved. Then I threw him out the door. So it’s only that once.

I don’t feel bad about any of these incidents. They all got what they deserved and then some. I sleep very well at night.

Ever Hit a Woman?

Note: The use of the word “bitch” has come under criticism. I do not like to use the word bitch to describe women in general. That is so misogynistic. What would you think of a woman who called all men “bastards” or “scumbags?” Well then we shouldn’t call all women bitches as a lot of these redpillers, MRA’s and PUA’s are doing. You’d call her a man-hater, and you wouldn’t like her one bit, would you? If we don’t like man-hating bitches then we shouldn’t act like misogynistic assholes. Right? We should not support that level of misogyny. It’s just wrong.

The women in the posts below are called bitches because they assaulted me physically. And I didn’t do a whole lot to provoke them other than maybe call names, and I only called names because they wouldn’t quit bitching me out. So they initiated physical violence against me every time.They were never fighting back against an abusive man, because I am not a domestic abuser. Yeah I’ll hit you. If you hit me first! Other than that, forget it.

Any woman initiates physical violence against me is a bitch, period. She’s a bitch at the time she did that. Now is she a bitch period? Well I don’t know. That depends. To be most fair, I would say she’s a bitch at the very time she hits you, but she’s not necessarily a bitch the rest of the time as long as she’s not hitting you.

But are women who assault men non-defensively bitches? At the time of the assault, yes they are.

There may be some exceptions. If you have pushed her past her limits on purpose, she might have an argument for assaulting you. And in the cases of longterm physical abuse in which the women killed their assaulters, I supported the women because that’s pretty much hitting back, and I always support hitting people back.

There, now I hope that is cleared up now.

I’ve hit some women, and they all richly deserved it, but every single time they either hit me, slapped me, spit in my face, or threw water at me at a dinner table. All of the women who hit me or threw water at me got punched immediately, and they all deserved it. If you throw water in my face, I will knock you across the room. Most of them didn’t get hurt when I hit them though. I am not sure why that is. There’s a possibility that I am such a damn pussy that my full-force punches don’t even hurt. Actually I have been told this a number of times.

One bitch hit me in an airport waiting room, and I didn’t even hit her back. I forget the details, but we were moving quickly around the waiting room, and she was swinging at me and kicking at me the whole time. Most people were shocked, but this old Black guy started tittering and laughing, and I thought that was cool of him to find humor in this situation because it was so actually pretty damn funny.

Finally I got sick and tired of being chased around the waiting room by the bitch, so I just BOOM I punched the bitch in the face as hard as I could, mostly just to stop her attacks. She got a bloody lip which she deserved, and it was a big huge scene. She kept trying to call the police to have me arrested on the feminists’ lunatic domestic violence laws (See why I hate feminists now?), but other people calmed her down. The one who threw water in my face and got pounded tried to call the police too, but others stopped her.

Once a bitch tried to hit me and spit in my face many times over a short period one night. I blocked most of the punches and most of the spit, but I did smack her good and hard in the shoulder when it first started, and once when I was blocking his spitting, I accidentally smacked her the bitch around the eye. She threatened to call the cops and have me arrested for the shoulder punch and the spit blocked eye shot, but she didn’t follow through.

Over the years, I have had bitches hit or try to hit me, spit in my face, kick me, or throw water in my face maybe 400 times. I only hit back 8 times.I hit back 8 times, and refused to hit back and just blocked hits 392 times. So I  blocked their attacks 9

So as you can see, I am not really a violent person at all. Even when attacked, I almost always block the attack and don’t fight back.

Warning NSFW! Girlfriend Cheated on Man with 12 Black Men

Tl/DR version. Girlfriend cheated on him with maybe 12 different Black guys in a short period of time. She hid it from boyfriend, who later found out when pics got leaked to social media. Boyfriend freaked out and started threatening all the Black guys.

Ok, you’re the guy. What are your thoughts? List them by numbers.

  1. You go, girl! Girl power! Male feminism is all about female empowerment. I need to check my male privilege!
  2. You whore!
  3. I’m going to kill this bitch. She deserves it anyway.
  4. I’m a moron for not dumping this cheating ho who cucked me like this.
  5. She’s a modern young White woman. Of course she’s a whore! What else could she be? Why are you guys shocked? I should treasure her.
  6. I am going to go and beat up or kill all of those Black guys.
This got a lot of airplay in the Manosphere, Game and Redpill zones.
This got a lot of airplay in the Manosphere, Game and Redpill zones.

Robert Stark interviews Luke Ford about Ann Coulter & the Jews

Robert Stark interviews my favorite Jew, Luke Ford. Topic is mainly Ann Coulter and her comments about Jews.

Superjews have a real problem when guys like me say that I love Jews like Luke Ford. The Superjew responds, “Yeah! You like some Jews! You like Jews who hate Jews! You’re still an antisemite!” They’ve actually said this to me. Lots of them. I am telling you, you just can’t win with these people.

As far as the Jews and I, I just pretty much want them to lay off, shut up and knock it off. And if they can’t go that, just go away and leave me the Hell alone. Other than that, I have no ill will or ill wishes towards most of them whatsoever, and I wish most of them good health and good luck in whatever they wish to pursue in life.

Sure, a lot of Jews deserve to be hated (as do countless non-Jews), but I don’t really have the energy for that anymore. I am more at the “please just go away and leave me alone” phase in my life. I guess this is what getting old is like. Sigh.

Anyway, I really think the yelling “antisemite!” think is a great big Jewish con. I really do think that the Jews want as many people as possible to hate them (hopefully not too much or too lethally). So when you hate Jews, you give these idiotic people exactly what they want. You go antisemite, and the Jew claps his hands and jumps up and down, “Yipee! Another antisemite! It’s a mitvah!” I wish I liked these people enough to give them that gift, but I really don’t. If you find these people incredibly annoying as so many do, you should maybe think before you start hating them. Antisemitism is just another Jewish trap. They want you to be antisemitic. Get it? You really want to fall for another one of their scams?

Here.

Topics include: Ann Coulter & the Jews How Ann Coulter’s Faux Pas Calls Attention to Jewish Influence The Jewish Reaction to Ann Coulter’s Tweet The Jewish Drive To Marginalize Ann Coulter Philip Weiss: Coulter’s point Is That Republicans Pander on Israel to Win Donors, Not Voters Ann Coulter’s book Adios, America which has a chapter praising Israel for it’s immigration policies Whether Ann Coulter will survive this incident, and if she does, it will further expand the Overton Window Roosh Triggers ADL Cyber Police Investigation for stating Israel’s border walls work How Jewish organizations in the diaspora oppose nationalism for non-Jews Donald Trump & the Jews How Donald Trump symbolizes a resurgence of nationalism and populism How like Coulter, Trump is also pro-Israel but is opposed by Jewish activists for fear of a revival of nationalism Orthodox Jews for Trump Jewish Organizations Supporting Muslim Migrants into the West Luke Ford’s interview with Roger Devlin about his book “Sexual Utopia in Power” How Luke often has “Beta male” characteristics in relationships How when Luke showed his vulnerable side, that was often seen as a sign of weakness The affects of promiscuity on women How the more people lack bonds, the more likely they are to engage in reckless behavior When Beta Males Go on a Shooting Spree and how Luke views the key issue as a lack of social bonds How narcissists seek attention as a substitute for attachment JSwipe Vs Tinder relationships How when Luke showed his vulnerable side that was often seen as a sign of weakness The affects of promiscuity on women How the more people lack bonds the more likely they are to engage in reckless behavior When Beta Males Go On A Shooting Spree and how Luke views the key issue as a lack of social bonds How Narcissist seek attention as a substitute for attachment JSwipe vs Tinder

In the Female, Sexual Consciousness Trumps Class Consciousness

In other words, when it comes down to tingles versus cash, tingles tends to win.

One time I knew a woman from Colombia. We used to talk online a lot. I called her on the phone a few times, and her upper class Bogota Colombian Spanish accent was one of the sexiest damn accents you have heard in your life. It almost sounded like French or Catalan in its cadence.

She ran with a rich crowd who spent half their time in Spain. A lot of rich Latin Americans are like that. It’s not uncommon for them to spend 2-6 months out of the year in Spain. They’re practically transplanted Spaniards, culturally anyway.

Her brother was an artist who painted very good paintings which he sold for $3,000-5,000/each, which I suppose is a small fortune in Colombia. They were always going off to Spain to sell paintings or go to art shows, etc.

I talked to her, her sister and I think a man there a few times, and they were some of the classiest, most polite people you have ever met in your life. You meet Colombians and it’s often like that. You think, “These are the nicest people on Earth. Why have they spent the last 65 years slaughtering each other?”

She claimed that she hated the Colombian guerrillas, but I don’t think she hated them all that much. A lot of rich Colombians pay war taxes to the guerrillas. There are serious consequences if you don’t pay. You drive outside of Bogota, meet some guerrilla guy at some pre-organized place, and hand over that year’s war tax. It’s not a tiny amount, but it won’t break the bank either. It’s easily payable. So a lot of Colombian rich have guerrilla connections anyway in one way or another.

Despite this woman’s hatred of the guerrilla, she confided in me that in her crowd of rich artsy Bogotans, there were quite a few FARC supporters, many more than you would ever think. The artsy crowd are always a funny type of rich. In a lot of revolutionary situations, quite a few artsy rich go over to the Revolution. They don’t have the class consciousness of a typical rich person.

At that time, I was working for a guerrilla group called the ELN translating some of their statements from Spanish into English.

Whoops! I wasn’t doing that at all! Because that would violate anti-terrorist laws!

Well anyway, I told her about it, and I expected her to scream at me, call me a Commie and never talk to me again, but instead she started teasing me in a really sexy, flirty, dirty voice, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Man of dangerrrrrrrrrrrr (hombre de peligro).”

It sounds a bit funny in English, but that’s the translation. I guess down there being a guerrilla supporter or working for the guerrilla is sort of like running Ultimate Bad Boy Game. I suppose you could even grab some rich women that way. In the female, class consciousness easily gives way to sexual consciousness. The lure of the Bad Boy transcends class interest.

Proposal for a Supportable Feminism and MRA

I think we should support any non-misandric feminism. That is, any feminism that is just about obtaining rights for women and not about hating men or persecuting men should be supported. And I am sure that there are females out there who feel this way. The much-discussed Liberal Feminism is along these lines, but I do not like the conservative to Libertarian overtones of Liberal Feminism.

I think we should support any non-misogynistic MRA movement. Of course the existing MRA’s are for the most part wildly misogynistic, but I do not see why it has to be that way. An MRA movement should be about obtaining rights for men, not hating women. Anyway, it is the feminists who are persecuting us, not women in general.

Remember there are two kinds of women:

Gender feminists

Real women

We have nothing whatsoever against Liberal Feminists and real women. It’s the gender feminists that we have a beef with, which honestly is most of them. All major feminist organizations are Gender Feminist-based and most prominent feminists are Gender Feminists.

Who Is Behind Pedophile Mass Hysteria (Criminalization of Teenage Female Sexuality)?

Hasbrudal writes:

Good point. Parents are the primary reason for a lot of these laws. Parents don’t want their 16 year old daughters having sex with anyone. Parents more than feminists are why a 24 year old gets convicted for having sex with a 16 year old.

Sure but if parents have always opposed such things why are we seeing such a crazed breakout of Pedophile Mass Hysteria, which boils down to little more than the criminalization of the sexuality of teenage girls? So why the sudden explosion in this? Society was actually saner on this question in the past, even in the 70’s and 80’s when I was growing up.

What’s different now is feminism. There was hardly any feminist movement before, so these laws were relatively sane. My articles get linked fairly often to feminist forums, and male and female feminists both are absolutely insane on the subject of Jailbait sexuality, especially Jailbaits having sex with adult men. Nothing drives them more bonkers.

Feminism is Puritanism. Both male and female feminists are flat out Puritans.

And it’s not “parents.” Generally speaking, it is the father and the father only who is trying to protect his daughter from the evil men and boys out to molest his special little snowflake. I have no idea why fathers are so bonkers on this question. It’s like the girl is their property or something.

The mothers, on the other hand, were all teenage girls themselves so know how insanely horny most teenage girls are. Mothers get it. Usually the daughter will start having sex, confide in the mother, and Mom will help keep daughter supplied with birth control pills and whatnot. Then the girl and Mom make a silence pact to keep the dirty little secret from Dad.

Source: I have known many women with teenage daughters, and they pretty much all had this attitude. Also I knew a lot of teenage girls back in the day, and generally the mother was hip to the girl’s sexual activity and silently supporting her in some way or another while also urging her to be cautious.

How I Flirt with Women

I do not use openers. I do not do cold approaches. I cannot think of anything more retarded than a cold approach. A cold approach means you walk up to some woman who is showing no interest in you whatsoever and make some sort of a Game-style approach. I am not sure exactly what the approach involves. I generally don’t do this. If a woman is ignoring me, I assure you she’s doing it for a reason. Sometimes I talk to them anyway for some reason, but 9

I figure this is about where cold approach is going to get you.

The only time I would ever approach a woman is if she gave me some sort of Indication of Interest. I know exactly what these look like, and truth is, I don’t get them a lot anymore, but I sure used to.

Once you get a good, solid IOI, you can of course approach her, but even then, you need to be careful. I have no idea why, but even some women who give you some pretty blatant IOI’s will sort of blow you off once you actually do approach them. In the case where a woman gave me an IOI, I approached her and then she sort of gave me a cold shoulder, I just wrap up the conversation right away and take off. If she wants me to stick around and talk then she needs to act like it. Also it is very awkward to continue talking to a woman who is giving you signals that say in one way or another “not interested.”

In addition, even I have been called creep or something along those lines more times than I can count, and it’s done a number on my confidence to the point where I am almost paranoid-cautious around women. Really the definition of creep is just:

Creep: A man who I am not attracted to is trying to engage me sexually in some way with looks, conversation, etc.

That’s pretty much all it is. Sure, there are some men who act awful and really do act like creeps, but that’s only maybe 1

In terms of actual flirtation, I just start off talking about ordinary, day to day things. To start off the actual flirting, you can always just tell her how beautiful she is or how pretty she is. That’s usually what I do. This goes over pretty well.

But the truth is that I generally do not start flirting with women. I play “Innocent Little Boy” and simply sit back and engage in casual conversation while throwing out the occasional “lure” that can’t really be proven to be a sexual comment. I see if she bites at the lures. Then I do this thing I call “opening the door.” I make the woman feel as comfortable as possible with saying anything sexual to me. The attitude is, “It’s ok to be a total slut with me because I love sluts.” Slut-shaming doesn’t work. You are trying to seduce this woman, and you are a slut-shamer? How is that going to work now?

Then I just sit back and wait. Usually after not too long of a time, maybe an hour or two at most, it seems like they get frustrated that I am not making a move on them. Sometimes they blurt out sexual stuff out of what looks like exasperation. I remember one who said out of the blue for no reason at all, “But Bob! You’re so cute!” So there’s your green light right there.

Most of the time, they will simply start talking about sexual things in general like their sex lives, the latest guy they are fucking, what he’s like in bed, that some particular food is an aphrodisiac, that they write erotic articles online under an assumed name, on and on.

Really any time a woman starts talking to you about sex for no reason at all she is giving you a huge green light. A woman who just wants to be friends should never start blatantly talking about sexual things with her male friend because whenever a woman does that, she is pretty much greenlighting the guy. So women, if you do not want to greenlight men, don’t start talking about obviously sexual topics with them.

Then when I get that green light, I open up and start talking about sex stuff with her. However, I do so cautiously at first. Then both parties start flirting away, and I am very good at flirting.

Feminists Try to Ban Sex Robots

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Every week it seems like there is some new outrage from these feminist maniacs. They don’t even pretend to be about fairness or fair play or equality or any of that anymore. They’ve already achieved equality in most areas anyway. Now they are blatantly trying to persecute men so they can Lord it over us, which we all knew was always the plan in the first place. None of these Identity Politics groups have ever wanted equality anyway.

The gall of these bitches. They are obviously trying to legally ban the competition. It’s also so clear that chaos and drama filled women know that they can’t compete against these placid dolls.

Bottom line is this: women use sex to control men. They always have and always will. Sex is their primary tool in controlling us. Now a competitor has come along that threatens to take away women’s primary manipulation tool. Without sex, women have basically nothing, and they have no way to control us at all. Women must be terrified of these damn dolls.

Here is the ugly truth. Women run something that I call the Pussy Mafia. It’s like a cartel designed to push out any competition. I honestly think that this is what is behind women’s increasingly insane push for crazier and crazier “pedophilia” laws, where a 20 year old man can go to prison for screwing a 16 year old girl.

What’s behind all of these laws is the sheer terror that women have for Jailbaits. These Jailbaits are some of the worst competition that the Pussy Mafia has. This is why the Mafia is trying to “put them out of business” with these increasingly bizarre and even sadistic laws. It’s called “controlling the competition.”

The Pussy Mafia works hand in hand with the feminists’ favorite tool: The Prison-Industrial complex that the feminists are in large part responsible for. This dual edifice is used by the Mafia to inflate the value of their pussies as high as possible. It’s like any other business that engages in price-fixing. Think of OPEC. The Pussy Mafia is trying to keep the Pussy Price as high as possible on the Pussy Market.

Women don’t believe in fairness anyway, and feminists are even worse. The Pussy Mafia will do literally anything to keep the value of their pussies high no matter how many people suffer. No lie is too big and no law is too totalitarian for the Pussy Mafia to use in its single-handed drive to keep the Pussy Price as high as possible.

I am absolutely convinced that the feminists will soon try to ban fleshlights. After all, fleshlights are some serious competition for the Pussy Mafia. They don’t throw tantrums and won’t call the cops on you to get you thrown out of your own home for defending yourself. A fleshlight gives you all the joys of sex with a woman with none of the bullshit you have to go through to get it.

The feminists will probably use their “pedophile” argument against fleshlights. After all the “pedophile” campaign was largely created by the Pussy Mafia in order to ward of the threat that competing business from the jailbaits would lower the Pussy Price.

They will probably make the anti-“pedophile” argument that we can’t tell the age of the fleshlight. I mean, how do we know how old that fleshlight is anyway? Sure the guy says the fleshlight is over 18, but how do we know he isn’t lying?

Maybe the fleshlight is really designed to be a 15 year old Jailbait fleshlight, in which case it’s pedophilia for fucking an underage fleshlight that is not capable of consent.

I know you are probably laughing, but most of the laws, rules and mores thought up by feminists for use by the Feminist Totalitarian State aren’t very much less insane than that.

Women don’t care if an argument makes sense or not. For women, a “true” argument is “one that makes me feel good,” and a “false” argument is “one that makes me feel bad.”

Identity Politics Groups Don’t Want Equality, They Want Domination

None of these Identity Politics groups want equality. First they want equality, and then they get it, but they still need a reason to exist, so they just keep upping their demands. The whole equality thing is a ruse. None of these groups want equality. They all want to persecute the enemy Identity faction and Lord it over them.

Feminists want to persecute the men and dominate us.

Blacks want to persecute the Whites and dominate us.

Latinos want to persecute Whites and dominate us.

MRA’s want to persecute women and dominate them.

We should have never fallen for this crap in the first place. We were stupid. To think that any group in a capitalist society full of individuals and groups in ruthless competition with each other for resources would ever be for mere equality with their enemies is a sick joke. It’s like saying armies fight wars so they can reach a truce. Nope. They fight wars so they can defeat the other side and dominate them.

Why Women Like a Man Who Already Has a Woman

In a word, hypergamy.

A commenter recently made the following comment on my site. He noted that once he got one woman, all of her friends started coming on to him really hard. He wondered what was up with that:

In my experience, just a few words can get a lady seduced, and that’s cause she wants to be seduced!

A long time ago, after a dry spell…well I hooked up with a girl in my group of friends back then. We were in a Club making out heavily n everyone saw us go back to my place…the whole group saw it, and we were FFFFUUCKED up…loll we didn’t care. Wont go into details.

Then a week or so afterwards, all her girlfriends in our friends group…who didn’t bat an eye at me before were just hitting on me and asking me out very blatantly. I became the man…what’s that about? In your opinion? Who’s playing who?

And this anecdote below, from my own life:

I met a woman recently and I came onto her pretty hard, but she rebuked me and friendzoned me after not too long. Nothing happened between us. We were just friends from the start. So we would just be friends and talk about anything in our lives with a lot of honestly. One time she asked me if I had a girlfriend, and I laughed and said, “Yep. Actually I have 3 girlfriends right now. LOL!”

I was worried and I expected her to flip on me with disgust and contempt, call me a predator, rapist, scum or manwhore, but instead it seems like she likes it, which is totally bizarre.

She freaked out. “All at once? Three!? What the Hell!? How? How do you do that?”

I said, “Yep, three at once. This is so much fun. I love to live this way, haha.”

Well, it was not too much longer during the same conversation that she said, “Hey, you know what? Come visit me, stay at my place, and you can stay as long as you want. Weeks, months, I don’t care.”

“Do I have to pay for anything?”

“No, don’t worry. I pay for everything.” Wtf?

I wasn’t sure if I was still friendzoned, so I asked, “Where do I sleep? The couch? You have a separate room for me?”

She says, “No you stay with me in my room. You sleep with me. In my bed.”

WTH! As soon as I tell this chick I have three girlfriends, she unfriendzones me immediately and tries to get me to move in with her!

What kind of sense does that make? Doesn’t she care about my 3 girlfriends? She wants to be Woman #4? What the Hell for?

Women are crazy.

I asked a Reddit sub called AskRedPill this question, and these are some of the answers that I got:

Answer 1: Wrong (She doesn’t want to be Woman #4). She wants to be woman #1.

Answer 2: The single biggest DHV (Demonstration of High Value) is that other women want you.

From the standpoint of evolutionary biology, women do not mate based on “there’s someone for everyone”; they are driven to find the ‘fittest’ genes, and you have three women who are basically telling her that your genes are fit for mating.

Women would rather share an Alpha than have 10

Answer 3: You’ve demonstrated pre-approval. By having three women who are willing to share you, you have demonstrated high value. So she’s also willing to share you. At first. If you manage to close, and if you escalate IMMEDIATELY you probably will close, look to see her moving to make you exclusive fairly quickly.

This is very interesting, but to tell the truth, this is one of the first things that I learned about females. I learned it first about girls when I was 16 years old and just starting to have sex. I could give you some more anecdotes that would just blow your mind. I am not sure if I have something special or if this is an example of the same thing.

For instance, I really hate dating women who have female roommates. The reason is because after maybe one or two months, her roommate usually starts coming onto me really hard. I remember once I had a girlfriend, age 34, who had a female roommate maybe in her mid to late 20’s who had a boyfriend.

We hung out a bit as a pair of couples. I remember once we went over to roommates’ parents house, and roommate and her boyfriend and my girlfriend and I all went into the Jacuzzi in the backyard. I do not know if we were being rude or what, but my girlfriend and I starting getting really sexual in front of this other couple. They got this funny look on their face and and left the Jacuzzi. It wasn’t long before we were out of our swimsuits and I was fucking my girlfriend underwater in the Jacuzzi. Ever had sex underwater? It’s pretty strange. We went back inside like nothing had happened.

After about a month or two, I was in the hallway and the roommate was in back of me. The roommate walked by me and brushed up against my butt really hard as she went by. That’s one of the biggest green lights you will ever get from a woman.

Of course this put me in a bad spot because when you get a signal like that, you pretty much need to attack her right there, push her up against a wall and start kissing her really hard, and hopefully have some sort of sex very soon.

Problem was I was at my girlfriend’s apartment and I believe my girlfriend was home at the time. Sure, I could have grabbed the roommate, shoved her up against a wall and then both of us could have moved into the roommate’s room to have sex. But that would have been awfully outrageous! Having sex with my girlfriend’s roommate while my girlfriend was home downstairs? That’s too outrageous even for me. But she wanted me because I already had a woman.

I could give you some more examples like this, including some very outrageous ones, but I am getting sleepy right now.

What Does It Mean When a Female Brushes Up Against a Male’s Butt?

A month or two into a relationship with a new woman, I was in the hallway and her girlfriend’s roommate was in back of me.

She brushed by me and rubbed her ass against my ass really hard in a totally obvious way. Ok whenever a woman does that to you, that pretty much means, “Fuck me,” or at the very least, “make out with me.” It means she wants to get involved in some sexual behavior right this minute. That is one of the biggest green lights you as a male are ever going to get from a female.

Do not ever let women brush up against your ass like that without doing something about it. You need to jump on that immediately and get very aggressive with her. If you are in a private place, just more or less assault her. Push her up against a wall and start kissing her really hard and aggressively. 9

Of course, she has the right to say no at any time, but then she’s being a major tease. Females should never aggressively brush up against a male’s ass or body unless they want to have sex right now or soon afterwards. You as a woman are sending a message that says, “Fuck me!” You have also given that male the right to more or less assault you sexually, for instance, say by grabbing you and kissing you really hard. He doesn’t need your permission to do that because you just greenlighted him in the most extreme way by brushing against his ass.

If you bail out of it, you are being a major dicktease and that’s pretty uncool. You are also guilty of false advertising. Guys, she still has a right to bail out of even a kiss after she does something outrageous like that. Respect her infuriating dickteasing ways. If you press on when a female is saying no and pushing you away, you are getting into some very rapey territory. Date rapey for sure but rapey nonetheless.

Personally, I am not a rapist. Of course I am a rapist in the feminist sense. Most men are. But I am not a rapist in the real sense. Every woman who has ever had sex with me has done so willingly. If she doesn’t want to do it, then I am not interested.

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