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“That was… incredible!”


Montreal, Canada
Early 2014

I swiftly trudged through the winter snow, walking to my apartment. It was cold, dreary and dark. Shivering as I took off my coat, I contemplated what warm weather my friends back in Australia were experiencing.

Tired after endless partying the last few days, I was in no mood to go out on this Saturday night.

As I lied in my bed succumbing to the prospect of a night-in, a sudden realisation struck me, I gathered that I simply could not waste my last Saturday in Montreal lying in bed. The looming depression of returning to Melbourne the following week urged me to get up, shower and prepare to hit the town.

I called my French friend, Pierre, who suggested I join him at a bar that he described as “Amazing” when it came to quality that night.

Pierre was a Parisian living in Montreal, his intense work hours in Paris lead him to move overseas and start working in a new field. His sarcasm and thick French accent made him a great guy to hang out with in Montreal. These days, most people begin to get boring quickly but his stories always brought great entertainment and kept me laughing perpetually.

At the bar I met a short French girl with a lip piercing. She was very attractive and after expressing to her that I was a foreigner she ordered rounds of shots for both of us, after taking it she swiftly kissed me and whispered in her noticeable French accent “Australian’s are fun”. I lead her to a couch where we sat away from the bar.

After spending another fifteen minutes bantering I realised how boring she was, visibly getting disinterested she asked me “Am I boring you?”

“Oh most definitely not, you’re really exciting, do go on, please do!” I replied sarcastically

She paused then giggled it off

“How about we go for a walk” I suggested, while leading her hand towards the exit.

She complied.

My French friend, busy working away on a girl himself winked as I past him on the way out.

As we begun walking out, her phone went off, and it was one of her friends, she sounded excited over the phone and after hanging up she says “Sorry, my friends have a surprise for me, I have to go!”.

Disappointed, we exchange numbers in the hope of meeting up later that night. My expectations were low.

I went back in the bar and noticed my friend was now drinking alone, we both updated each other and surprisingly he also had an incident of the girl leaving mid-conversation.

We both left the bar and headed out to another venue, a mere 5 minute walk away.

My first few approaches in the new bar didn’t go far. Then I noticed my friend making out with a hipster-looking girl. I couldn’t give up now. I scouted the room looking around for a girl who is open to being approached.

There was nothing, I was swiftly losing hope and was ready to make the walk back home. As I was about to leave I noticed a tall, dark-haired Russian girl who looked quite relaxed chatting with two female friends. I went and talked to her, luckily her friends weren’t epic cockblockers and were not too disruptive. After cockblocked horrendously in Toronto this was a welcome surprise. It turned this girl lived in Sydney for 6 months and loves Australia. Her vibe was warm, often teaching me words in Russian and holding strong eye contact. I asked her to come to the bar with me to grab a drink but more so to get her away from her friends.

On the walk to the bar, I looked around noticed my Pierre had disappeared, I was hoping to do the same.

After a round of drinks, she seemed quite receptive to my touch and getting physically closer. I went for the kiss and let her do the rest. We talked a bit more and then asked if she wants to go to another bar. After saying bye to her friends I thought to myself “Hmm.. screw this let’s just fast forward it”

“Hey, you know, I’m staying nearby, you want to drop by my apartment and listen to some music?” I asked.

“Um.. Ok” she said with slight hesitation.

“We can have a drink there instead” I replied with a smirk.

Whilst walking back to my apartment, I felt the vibration from my phone, the short girl from earlier texted me.

“Hey, you still out? Come meet me at _____ (Name of a nearby bar)”

I don’t respond.

Once in my apartment, the thought of listening to tunes disappears, luckily it turns out this Russian girl is quite the minx, throwing me on my bed and taking my pants off within minutes. She had a slim, pale body with long legs and a giant appetite for sex. She loved to be dominated and this turned me on. I could tell this girl really knew how to please a man.

Whilst whispering dirty words in Russian during sex I kept hearing vibrations from my phone, I tried not to think about what they could be in relation to.

“That was… incredible!” she declared, before she lied down and took a quick nap.

While she napped I read through the texts from the other girl.

There were a few.

“Hey, you still out?”

“Where are you?”

“Come to _____ (Bar name)”

“Let’s have drinks at my place”

The prospect of a second girl forced me to quickly think of an excuse to get the Russian girl to leave. I walked to my bathroom and faked a phone conversation with a “Friend”, once I walked back I explained to the Russian girl that my friend was quite drunk and needs my help, “I have to head out now”.

She offered to come with me but I insisted she should just head home instead. She definitely believed me and ended up walking home after exchanging some deep kisses with me.

After leading the Russian girl out, I called the other one.

“Hey, where are you?” I asked

“I’m at home, you?” she replied

“Um.. I had to come home for something, but I’ll come meet up with you”

“Ok, I’ll text you my address!”

After texting me details of her residence I begin the walk in the cold snow to her place, I think to myself, “God, this has got to be the easiest night in a while, I really don’t want to go back to Melbourne” The depressing thought of returning home just clouded my mind the entire walk. Back to entitled slores, back to horrible female attitudes, back to sausage fested clubs with thirsty men giving ugly girls validation and egos. I had to force myself to regroup and think about the mission at hand instead.

Once arriving, she immediately lead me into the bedroom and we got down to business. I’d say the Russian was a 9 in Sexual ability and this girl was around a 3. She just didn’t turn me on as much, and her blowjobs just didn’t compare, who knows, less experience maybe?

After the deed was done she poured me a drink and opened up about her family, friends and life in Montreal. Girls really do open up after sex, you can almost ask the anything then, great phenomenon. Turns out she was a student originally from Bordeaux who was spending a semester in Montreal, being away from the prying eyes of her local friends and family clearly means she’s down for some regular random dick. She lacked the warmth and femininity of the Russian girl earlier.

It was late, and I was tired. I contemplated leaving but she asked me to stay as she wanted to cuddle to sleep, I still felt like leaving but her puppy dog eyes and the cold weather outside made me stay. I told her we can go out for breakfast in the morning.

I woke up and noticed a boasting text from Pierre. “+1 Slammed! How did you go?”

I responded with “+2 Russian and French, Hahaha!”

I put my phone down and thought to myself , thank god I didn’t stay at home last night before going back to sleep.











The Players Pitfall



The modern player knows more about women then women know about themselves. Through his myriad of wild adventures, a player will develop a sixth sense and also demystify the nonsensical drama that women create. It is these traits that assist the player in obtaining success in a relationship with beautiful women with such ease.

However, one must think, what is the biggest weakness for a player when in a relationship? No, it isn’t keeping a girl on her toes, it isn’t having command of the relationship, it isn’t keeping that spark alive, so what is it? It’s the memory of previous successes with women, successes that brought about a variety and excitement which is impossible to replicate with the one girl. The drama, the highs, the satisfaction and excruciating lows of playing the field keep the players coming back for me.

The knowledge that the player has ingested through his experiences is his confidence in the aptitude to seduce women. This is the ticking time bomb which holds back his relationship durability. A player will view the world through difference eyes, after being exposed to unique experiences which many men do not face, the player will know that his abilities can allow him to bed many pretty beauties regularly without substantial effort.

In contrast, to be the inexperience male with no history of sexual plenitude, for whom the lifestyle of regular women, regular variety and wild experience seems too surreal to fathom. He is now free to step back from the beauty of a woman and consider her mark value. When this man falls in love with an accessible woman, one he can call his own, he only has little to compare this with. He ignorantly cherishes his chosen one, wonderfully oblivious of the imprecision and facileness with which he would submit to, and love dutifully, the millions of opposing options were they to be more touchable for him.

The player breaks many hearts, moves from girl to girl and is disgusted by a placid lifestyle. Toning this down into a more relaxing long term relationship poses a challenge, the exciting memories and drama-filled lifestyle is a constant reminder of the hey days.

The final curse of the player is rather calculated, the pursuit of everlasting love is stunted by a smoke screen of experiences which one cannot simply forget or unsee and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the player’s pitfall.


The song #selfie by The Chainsmokers is really the most accurate depiction of the modern western female.

We all know that women these days are smartphone zombies, unable to live without receiving dopamine hits and validation from their vast array of social media accounts.

For women, the use of smartphones is a means to receive offers of sex and validation all throughout the day. With text messaging and apps that connect her to Instagram, Twitter, dating sites, your average girl is receiving obvious and not-so-obvious sexual offers every other hour. Every girl now can feel like a mini-celebrity by updating her facebook and receiving many “Likes” to give her that rush. Just like in the Chainsmokers video, not receiving enough “Likes” might even warrant her to contemplate taking the post down.

A woman’s smartphone is like a casino, a short term excitement-filled dazzle of attention that gives her a rush many, many times a day. She gets her highs from male attention, her drama from her friends status updates and rants and her jealousy from others’ holiday snaps. It’s almost as if a woman these days only really needs a smartphone as her companion.

Women complain that men don’t take them out, and treat her like a lady, yet with a smartphone and the legions of men giving her attention she will feel no guilt flaking on the dozen guys willing to take her out in order to get a shot at some no strings sex with the one guy that won’t. Hypergamy is now unleashed to its advanced form with smartphones, women can dream and get their validation from guys well above their league with easy-access tools like smartphones. Although they’ll be used as slam pieces, the average plain Jane will feel as if she is a mini-princess after experiencing the multitude of random cocks.

This continual cock offers makes it realistically impossible for a girl to experience love. She can experience lust for a short period of time, but within mere months of any relationship, the sheer volume of random dicks still coming through her phone will make her truly believe like she didn’t get the best man she could have, or feel that her life isn’t as exciting as it could be.

Technology has really distorted the mating market drastically in the west, the effects of this in the future are undoubtedly set to continue and difficult to comprehend, but before we do that …Let me take a selfie!



The Silent Feminist


The typical western woman probably doesn’t regard herself close with feminism, and may refuse to call herself that due to awkwardness, but there has been enough conditioning around her to instil such beliefs in her brain. With no thought or consciousness over herself, she will behave in-line with the feminist imperative.


Why do I come to this predicament?

Think about it, the modern girl has these principles beaten into her enough times to be forced to accept them.

1. Men and women should be seen as equal, but men are still seen as the favoured gender. If a woman doesn’t do so well in anything it’s due to sexism!

2. A woman’s beauty is not her main asset, she doesn’t meet her maximum SMV with her maximum beauty. It’s the experiences she’s had that make her desirable. Her prime physical years should be spent with education, clerical employment and random sex for excitement. After she’s experienced this for many years, she is a worthy, independent, sassy woman who is ready to settle down for the man of her dreams.

3. If a man criticises a woman, he is a sexist, misogynist, and creep. Women cannot be criticised, no wrong can be identified.


Now a real, stand-out feminist, will take these primary beliefs and protest about them continually, your normal girl off the street won’t actively fight for them but will have these values pounded into her brain deeply. This in-turn will make her life the product of feminist fallacy.

These thoughts, over many years manifest and spread to her actions, she will display a more masculine personality, she will be bitchier, and she will take the “strong, independent woman” goal to the furthermost extreme. Simply, she will continue to go down the path that will least satisfy men.

The average western girl will waste her youth riding random cocks because she’s been told that it’s fun and such “Exploration” assists her maturity. She will go to university and study a humanities degree then hit up a clerical, paper-pushing job, because she has been told that she will feel independent and powerful if she can earn a basic wage to survive on by herself. She will show no vulnerability and abandon her feminine core, because she’s been told that that’s weakness, and “strong, independent women” cannot be weak.

When I see the typical falling for such lies, I feel a hint of sadness, especially so if she’s a pretty girl. It’s sad to see a girl being fed so many lies and shown no other path, it’s sad to see her follow all the mainstream concepts which feminism instils upon the modern woman. It’s sad to see her ultimately waste her best assets on random strangers. I do realise that ultimately, her party will end and it will be too late when she realises that what she’s been told are merely petty lies, which only perished too late.