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Teach, don’t just Preach

Girls love to be guided by someone who knows what they are doing.

You’ll bond over the shared experience.

She’ll love recognizing your status over her.

She’ll tingle by submitting to your instruction.

She’ll get good vibes and feel good as she improves.

You’ll display yourself as a man with power over his environment.

A man should have a few things he has mastery over, or at the very least a far greater understanding of than the average girl.

Teach her.

Remember: It’s not about how good of a teacher you are, or how much she actually learns. It’s about the experience. Also note: If you’re teaching something physical, there’s plenty of opportunity to touch her. So, do it.

There’s a reason ‘guy teaches girl how to shoot pool’ is a Hollywood classic: The shit works. I think a guy really should have some basic pool skill if only for this reason alone. Great second date idea.

Other ideas:

If you have a not-too-boring job, teach her something basic you do at work. Roleplay if it involves social interaction.

Most modern women can’t cook, so teach her a new recipe at your place.

Teach her to throw a spiral or a baseball or shoot hoops. Any sports skill is good. Girls look so cute when they’re failing at athletics.

Teach her pressure points or other peculiarities of the human body.

Show her how to do her job or homework. I’ve helped girls write cover letters and resumes with  great results. Boring? No, because I embed teasing in the fake cover letter like “I’m Julie and you should hire me because I have long shiny hair and I’m only semi-annoying”

Be creative. Have fun with it.

If you don’t have skills to teach, your first task is to acquire some skills.

Two Fortunes

Catherine

Catherine inherits a large fortune when she turns 17.

She happily starts spending it on things that please her: a new car, designer clothes, Christian

Louboutin shoes, nights out with her friends, lavish parties, and exciting vacations across the world. She wants to start her own company eventually, but for now she enjoys not working and living life like a movie star. When Catherine hits her mid-twenties, she notices her fortune is close to half what it once was when she inherited it. It is still plenty, but she realizes it won’t last forever and she should start investing some of it.

She takes meetings from many companies who are salivating for her money. Many pitchmen and executives’ wine and dine her and make her promises about what her return on investment will be.

She picks an exciting company – a high risk, high reward venture. She dreams of recovering all the riches she once had and then some. Unfortunately, the company fails. It seems the pitchman may have lied to her, and frauded other investors as well.

Seeing more of her fortune dwindle, Catherine picks another high risk/high reward company to try to gain it back. When it fails, she tries another.

When Catherine crosses her thirtieth birthday, her fortune is about 1/9th what it once was when she inherited it.

Catherine realizes now she needs some guaranteed return. With her now rather small sum to invest, no executives are wining and dining her or competing for her money. She picks a stable, blue chip company to put her money in. To the company, her investment is modest and fairly replaceable.

Catherine has always dreamed of starting a small company of her own, but her financial advisor tells her she will probably have to take out a loan to do it.

This makes her very sad.

She tries to start a company, but she can’t and an angel investor to help it flourish, and it fails.

She withdraws money from her stable investment to live on throughout her late thirties and forties, occasionally hoping for a visit from an enthusiastic start-up who can turn her modest money into the large fortune she once had, but that visit never comes.

Shortly after she turns fifty, Catherine’s money is nearly gone, and she has to start working.

Monica

Monica inherits a large fortune when she turns 17.

She holds it for a few years, putting it in an account and being very choosy about how to spend it. After some time, she realizes that inflation and expenses are slowing eating away at her money, so she decides to invest.

Many executives and pitchmen are willing to wine and dine her for her money. She sees through the flashy salesman offering risky propositions and promising high returns. She chooses a stable company with a good reputation: Blue Chip, Inc.

The dividends are immediate: Modest but steady.

Being such a large investor, Blue Chip, Inc treats her like gold. Her money helps them enthusiastically expand operations and bring in new revenue streams.

Occasionally a slick talking salesman comes around promising her billions for a small investment but she rebuts them quickly, seeing a great future with Blue Chip, Inc.

In her twenties with the steady dividends coming in, Monica decides to start her own small companies – 4 in all. Since she is such a profitable, trustworthy and loyal business partner, Blue Chip, Inc is happy to invest in Monica’s companies and offer business and legal expertise to help them thrive.

Her thirties are a happy time as she runs her four companies, bringing them towards profitability. It is tough but satisfying.

In her late forties and fifties, her small companies all grow profitable and strong enough to support offshoot companies of their own. She has some stock in these companies as well. Being a trusted partner for so long, Blue Chip, Inc invests as well.

Monica has grown rich beyond her wildest dreams. She lives off the large dividends she still gets from Blue Chip, Inc and reinvests the rest in her companies.

She will never have to work again.

Melbourne Pathways

Melbourne Pathways

I was catching up with a friend who was living in Hong Kong the past few years and London before that. We started talking about how it felt being back in Melbourne. The feeling of re-adapting to the place and so on. Here’s an excerpt of how the conversation went:

“Melbourne, it really comprises of the most materialistic minded people on earth. Dumb as a doorknob, completely degenerate, and used to a lifestyle which was just… a “lifestyle”. I heard someone calling it the “Seattle of the Southern Hemisphere” which is spot on. Leftism, atheistic materialistic “cafe” culture with loads of other faux-culture and at the same time riding a high-horse of an ill-perceived arrogance that’s based on nothing”

It was refreshing to speak to someone whose spent time in numerous cities and away from the Melbourne way of life.

As for me, after spending a number of years working and living abroad it is always intriguing to see how friends are doing back home.

Of course, everyone is a special snowflake and unique in their own way. But to simplify things, here are a few categories I have been able to place them into.

The careerist

A bunch of friends have fallen into this category. The head first into their career, constantly pushing themselves to new limits often at the expense of their health. However, part of me understands. You see, in a pretty boring city like Melbourne, there’s only a few ways to really keep yourself occupied, go hard at your hobbies, go hard with family, or go hard on your career. If you’re in Finance, and want to move up the chair, most people will have to sacrifice many long nights and weekends churning out work to impress others and get that edge to move up the corporate ladder.

Ultimately though, how much is too much?                                  

The difference of making $150k a year and $200k a year on a day to day basis probably isn’t noticeable to most. Money comes and goes, but time doesn’t after all.

The for lifer

Now these are the ones that ride the Melbourne train so hard. Boasting about the coffee and brunches as if no other city in the world compares. I nod and agree since it people in this category are usually so far gone that there’s not much point disagreeing. However in my head I think..

 ”Hmm.. go spend 3-5 years abroad in other more global cities in the world on a decent income and then come back to Melbourne”

But.. at this stage, its probably not the time in their life where they can afford to do that anymore since their so tied down to Melbourne.

Knocked up

I mean there’s nothing wrong with this category, but the young parents made the decision to have their kids young. So most of their time is spent on raising their kids. Understandable, I respect it.

Hoarders Haven

Some people, actually most people, they aren’t making solid income or working in a field where they need to long hours.

You know, the ones that weren’t exactly cut out for complex tasks. The ones that can just coast. Do a whatever job, that’s 9-5 and have a ton of spare time to watch TV and buy useless stuff. The ones that need to post the useless stuff they bought from Big W on their social media.

Yeah, those types. I was reading an article in the Newspaper last week where a woman mentioned what she is most looking forward to after lockdown ends, her response “Getting my Kmart fix!”

Does it get any more Melbourne than that?

There’s a lot of hoarders in Melbourne, and buying stuff gives them that dopamine hit and keeps them busy so it acts as both a time sink and a source of joy. Win-Win, right?

Resist

Hey I can only stay for a minute. (He talks to her the rest of the night)

“…that is why things would never work out between us” (Then he takes her phone number)

“We should stop” “Yeah, we should” (he keeps going)

You can come in but only for a minute (She sleeps over)

Hands off, this shit ain’t free (He touches her 30 seconds later)


It is like a hack or a cheat code to seduction: You can physically and logistically escalate as long as you verbally deny it. Its to the point where I’m convinced you really could do one thing whilst saying you’re doing another and both parties are fine with it. Some whatt like discovering a flaw in a video game that lets you beat it every time.


If I could sum up the concept it is this: be the resistor (verbally), be the escalator (physically). Fundamentally speaking, this works because the one who wants the other less is in power. So being the resistor is a power play.

The catch? Girls know this and do it, and they do it better than men.

Do you always talk to girls on the street?

Nothing’s going to happen, I’m a good girl.

We’re not going to have sex tonight.


Most guys don’t get that girls are grabbing the power with these statements so they switch into chase mode like a pussy-begging dullard, leaking more and more control over the interaction until the girl’s legs snap violently shut like a bear trap.


Don’t do that.

Instead, you retake the control. Re-establish yourself as the resistor. When she steps back, you step back a little further. Every time she sets a boundary, you reset one in a different place.
Every time she draws a line in the sand, you redraw one on your terms.

Her: I don’t kiss on the first date

You: Good, I don’t kiss before marriage

Her: We’re not having sex tonight

You: Relax, are you always thinking about sex?

Her: Let’s just be friends.

You: Nah I don’t see you as a friend. We shouldn’t hang out anymore.

The Social Dilemma

I always wondered why some people were so deep into their views, and felt that need to be outspoken.

“Chemtrails are a thing!”

“Don’t eat Chinese food, you’ll get COVID!”

..and then I watched The Social Dilemma.

After avoiding social media for the majority of my adult life, I felt comfort in validating my choice after watching this documentary. I suggest if you have a spare hour, then definitely watch it. It’ll be interesting. After working in Finance and also the Finance side of Technology companies, I knew very well the efforts that were taken to lets say “optimise” engagement of customers/users, so a lot of this came as no surprise.

However, before all that, my choice did not really come from a deeply researched standpoint, I just never saw the value in spending hours on Social Media daily. I also looked at the people around me who were inspirational or highly successful and none of them were social media addicts.

 

Every fad has a following, and its usually the lower tiers of society that flock to it like a herd of sheep. That’s not to say social media isn’t powerful and useful in some instances, of course it is. But being an addict who can’t function without knowing what your friends are doing at 5pm on Sunday, that doesn’t sound too appealing.

 

 

Obvious Explanation: Why sluts love having gay friends

Any guy with some experience with slaying slutty girls would know that they are usually friends with gay guys… and why you may ask, this should explain it all:

“I want you to meet my friend Brandon!”, said Lindsay

This was our third “date”. I had banged her on the 1st and second and she had a clit ring and
was a bartender. So yes, she was a slut. So no, I had no intention of meeting any of her friends, especially
not a male friend.

But I ask you this: Why did I immediately know her friend Brandon was gay? With zero doubt in my mind.

The answer is, of course, because she was a slut. And sluts love having gay friends.

Not only that, ONLY sluts love having gay friends. It’s time to put to bed the myth that girls
love gay guys. Normal girls with an intact emotion of disgust might vote for Sanders and pay lip service to gay rights but they DO NOT want to spend an appreciable time around gays. A normal girl will find the constant sass annoying and the gay stories disgusting.

So sluts love gays.

But…. why?

They can bond over how much they like dick. Lots of dick. Lots of risky dick, quickly.

Any person with a normal, non-perverted sexual orientation and habits would find taking a “hawt guy’s cock” ten minutes after you meet him in a club bathroom to worthy of a sneer and spurn, but a gay man will understand you, sweetheart.

The non-judgement is also why sluts are the most outspoken about other liberal causes: always egalitarian, socialist, uncompetitive, everyone’s equal type rainbows and unicorn bullshit. They understand that a society who judges by any type of rational standard will judge sluts harshly so they want to rid society of ALL JUDGEMENT.

YES! Sluts can get all the alpha cock they can eat but nobody will stick around. The beta guys will stick around, but there’s no excitement. So where is a girl to get her fill of alpha tingles after the hot club promoter won’t return her text messages?

From the gay guy who push/pulls, negs her, won’t take her seriously, but will still be kind, sensitive,  supportive and shop with her! The perfect man, besides the Hepatitis C!

So really, sluts might be friends with gays because NOBODY ELSE WILL HAVE THEM. Sluts and fags, a match made in heaven.

So really a girl who must turn to gays for attention is a girl who is being rejected by desirable men…and women.

 

Life’s Tuition

In University, you pay money to get an education

In life, you pay through time, emotions, disappointment and pain to learn from mistakes.

You can either feel sorry for yourself, or treat these as experiences that made you a stronger, smarter and better person.

Weather you’ve lost thousands of dollars, the partner of your dreams or an opportunity for freedom, let that be the catalyst for your next success.

Working Abroad

Back to discussing something actually related to The University of Melbourne for once.

I come across so many students or new graduates that are obsessed with making the move abroad. I get it, I did it myself as a good opportunity came up. But there’s always a few considerations that I’d recommend people to explore before jumping on the bandwagon.

  • Where does it fit in with your overall plan?

So going abroad to work is beneficial, it’s exciting, you work with different people from different cultures and you get exposure to so many new areas that you may not have gotten back in Australia.

Consider these:

Are you taking a big pay cut for this?

  • We all work for money, taking a pay cut for a year or two isn’t the worst thing if you’re enriching yourself through experiences and exposure, but longer term, if you have aspirations to buy property, invest, start a family one day, it might be worthwhile to remember there is an end point to all this.

Are you potentially hurting your prospects back home once you return?

  • Big one, Australia being a migration hot spot values local experience over overseas experience, since every Tom, Dinh and Habib has worked in random gigs in bottom tier shitholes before finding a better life in Australia, you don’t want to be classed alongside them once you’re back

Will you gain skills and experience that you’ll be able to market later or is this just an extended vacation?

  • Working in Silicon Valley, New York and Hong Kong is incredible, working in expat hot spots with similar like-minded folk that are at the tip of their industry is probably more likely to be a CV-boost or neutraliser, but working in Mexico City or some other random exotic place will definitely give you a lot of experiences and skills, but marketing them is another concern. If you’re just after having fun and partying, then maybe go to those exotic places on a sabbatical rather than take a trash gig and doing multiple years undoing the hard work you’ve done building yourself up in your own country.

 

  • What stage are of life are you in?

Basically, how old are you. If you’re 24, with a few years of experience under your belt, a couple of years doing a mundane gig in South East Asia whilst you slay puss, travel and party won’t do you too much harm, just re-build for a year or so once you’re back in Australia and then you’ll be OK.

However, if you’re in your 30’s and doing the same, with the level of commitments that you’ll have then in the prime of your working life it just doesn’t add up. The opportunity cost will be high and recovering from those types of career hits are a lot harder the deeper in you are.

  • What comes after?

Do you plan to come back and pick up where you left off? Change paths? Although even for me, the plans changed so much over the years, at least have a hazy end goal in mind so you have some direction.

It’s easy to fall into the trap of being so deep into the hedonistic pleasures experienced abroad that you just lose yourself, and then if/when the party ends, you’re washed up without much hope once you’re back.

I would say living overseas is and continues to be one of the best things that ever happened to me, it relaxed me from the poison of Melbourne and gave me perspectives that allowed me to mature and gain independence by leaving my comfort zone.

Definitely something I would recommend.

White Knighters

Was going through some emails this week and came across this one, from a herb from over in Perth, I had to hold back from laughing.

You fucking degenerate cunt, people like you make our gender as a whole a fucking joke. You state these bottom feeders views with no proof or evidence or real world situations which made you feel this way. You create this breeding ground for toxic masculinity that just doesn’t need to exist in this day and age. Your choice of words and phrases make you out like a troubled 15 year old who has been denied by the LoVE oF hIS lIfE. With your reasoning chicks shouldn’t try amount to anything instead just be submissive. You know they’re human beings right legit no fucking different to us. Also you have one fucking post relating to uni melb which is hilarious in its self

When an enraged male starts sprouting the word “Toxic Masculinity” you already know all hope within “him” is lost.

 

Visceral Feelings: Men & Women

Lauren is happy. Last night, her boyfriend Mark finally told her he loved her. She had been wanting that
ever since they started seeing each other four months ago. She had been having sex with him, and it had
been pleasurable for sure, but she was doing so hoping it would turn into something more: love.

Mark had been aloof and slow to give away his emotions. Lauren didn’t mind this, she even preferred it. It meant that she had to work for his love, and by the time he said it, she felt she had earned it
and that it really meant something to him.

Lauren set up an excited brunch with her friends Stina, Terri and Lisa. They hadn’t seen each other in four months, in fact none of them knew she was dating Mark. Right away, she starts telling them
the good news.
“Wow” said Stina, “I didn’t even know you were dating a new guy! That’s great.”
“Yeah”, said Terri, “what is the guy’s name?”
“Mark Smith”, said Lauren. A hush immediately fell over her support group as they began to give
each other awkward looks.

“Uhhhh, Lauren”, said Lisa, “Mark Smith has loved a lot of girls.”
“Yeah”, said Stina, “He told Jackie Valenti he loved her.”
“Okay” said Lauren, “But she probably fucked his brains out, right? Like, he was definitely getting
sex from her?”
Stina cringes. “No” she says, “They never even kissed. He went over to her place drunk one night
and professed his love for her. She never even let him in her bedroom.”

“Alright but that’s only one girl. That’s okay.” Said Lauren, getting nervous.
“Well there’s also Andrea Tedesco. He told her he loved her after two casual dates.” said Terri,
“She was bragging that she kept him around for a while, getting ‘good morning beautiful’ texts from him and other indications of love whenever she needed it, and she only stopped accepting his love when he started to want sex. He still writes on her facebook wall.”

Lauren felt a deep pit in her stomach.

Lisa continues: “Mark told Angelica Messina he loved her the first night he met her. She said he was REALLY into it, looking her right in the eyes when he said it, getting down on his knees in front of her
just to kiss her hand, and he even recited poetry for her. She gave him one of those awkward one arm hugs and that was it.”

He never did that freaky stuff with me, thought Lauren. If he does that stuff, then why did I just
get a plain old “I love you”?

Plus Angelica is the biggest cock tease in the city, thought Lauren. How could Mark fall for her
bullshit? What an idiot. Now she thought Mark was stupid as well as loose with his love.
Stina says, apologetically, “I don’t want to tell you this, but I heard Mark met a girl in a club and
dragged her into the bathroom to tell her she was beautiful, then he gave her twenty dollars. She never even touched him.”

“Okay, please stop” said Lauren. She was growing sicker by the second, her world crushed.
Later, she confronts Mark with her new knowledge. Did he really love all those girls without get-
ting sex from them? She demands to know.

“Well yeah but I didn’t really WANT sex from them”, Mark lies, possibly even to himself, “I wanted to give
them love, that’s all. I wasn’t ready for sex at that point in my life.”

“Uggggghhhhh” says Lauren, “Don’t you know that guys who give girls love and attention without
getting sex are LOSERS??? The girls getting the love and attention don’t actually respect them, they are
just using them!”

“No way, guys can want love without sex, too”, claims Mark.

“Well I heard you told Shirley Thompson from my building you loved her and I have to look at her
every day. Plus she’s really pretty, there’s no way she was going to fuck you! Why did you love her?” says
Lauren.

“Is that what this is about”, Mark says, “You are just insecure because I have more experience
with love than you. You think you can’t measure up to all the beautiful girls I’ve loved in the past.”
“Just how many girls did you tell you loved?” asks Lauren

“I don’t know, about 30” says Mark

This hits Lauren like a brick in the stomach. “30! That is insane, you are a loser!”

“Can’t you see that my past doesn’t matter, and you are giving me sex now and that’s all that
matters?” says Mark, “I love the sex we have and that’s something I didn’t get from the other girls.”

Mark can’t see why this only makes Lauren madder. Why should she be the one who has to pay by putting her valuable eggs at risk by taking his sperm in order to get the love and attention that the other
girls got so easily.

“Well if you give away love so easily, why did you make me wait?” says Lauren, “Was I not as good
as the other girls?”

“Well I saw the chance for sex with you and I didn’t want to mess that up by giving away love too
soon”, says Mark.

Lauren dumped Mark.
She had to.

Someone so loose with their emotions is not a good person to give sex to.
What if they have a son who turns out to be easily manipulated by a pretty face, like Mark?
What if a pretty girl in need bats her eyelashes at him and he gives her money that their family
needs?

What if she just wants a man’s love all to herself and that can’t happen with Mark?

Even beyond that, on a very visceral, base level that she couldn’t explain, she found Mark repulsive. It was as if she had been wired biologically to feel disgust and lack of attraction for guys who allow
themselves to get friend zoned. There was no way she could fuck him again.

Yup, it was as clear as day, thought Lauren. Guys who give away love easily are definitely not
worthy of sex.

A classic post from LaidNYC from all the way back in 2013, and I definitely stand by the principle of it today.