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“Whenever I want”

I was sitting by the hotel bar the other night after dinner and an expired hag approached me. Flirtatious in her approach, and overly direct, I was a little taken back by the effort from her part. Given I had literally had my needs met by a much younger, tighter and hotter girl earlier in the day, I had no intention of taking her up on her advances. The expired cougar was from Melbourne, of all places. I killed time and then as I was about to leave back to my room, she mentioned how much she wanted to go back there with me. I made up some generic excuse and she dropped the line which I simply cannot stand.

I can get laid whenever I want

Whenever a girl says this, it turns me off so much.

In this era, any, I mean ANY girl with a smart phone and a vagina can get banged out at a moments notice. The way biology works means that there will be a horde of thirsty guys willing to dump their care free fucks into a wet hole without any commitment. It’s no achievement, so framing it like one just disgusts me to the maximum proportions. I’ve noticed this line is dropped usually by the lower tier girls anyway, expired cougars, chubby skanks, ugly whores, the ones that feel validation from getting banged out. A girl who is actually hot probably won’t feel the need to say this, she can attain the highest quality of man, not just meaningless quantities.

 

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How Long Is Too Long?

How long is too long to stay in the dating market?

The chief reason for the emotional unease and psychological unpredictability of the vast number of contemporary females and to a lesser degree, current males exist in in the unattainable pressure between our antique natural tradition and the relatively fresh development of the technological drifting world of unmatched mate choice we now occupy. 

It would be a certain shock to the majority of current generation beings to passage back in time and observe how humans lived a more tribal existence. Women getting married in their mid-teens and giving birth only a matter of years later were the norm.  There are still some cultures living in this manner as of today. However, the majority of the western population live a contrasting lifestyle whereby family formation is habitually delayed until the mid-30s, if at all.

One significance of this new architype is the ridiculous amount of years consumed in the dating circuit.

Women are intended by nature to begin reproduction in their early to mid-20s.  Their danger of miscarriage or foetal irregularities only seem to increase year on year after that and radically so after the age of 35.  Her body initiates to wear down which affects how much dynamism she can dedicate to raising her spawn.  If she is unable to discover an appropriate mate by her late 20s she will begin to notice that those influential feelings of passion she felt for crushes in her youth, flawlessly formed by evolution to convey a man and woman together to reproduce, now seem subdued and muddled.  This in-turn will sap the dating experience of the finest elements it has going for it – namely, the impulsiveness, the elation, the powerful drive to connect – and leave behind a carcass of the emotion that more closely resembles bargaining over a commercial deal or suffering through a boring interview.  Overthinking substitutes lust.

It is an embittering realization.

Men haven’t been excluded from this change.  In the times gone before us, a man exercised his hard earned-social proofing and material wealth into courting that one special sweet heard over the peak mating years in his lifespan. Before the existence of birth-control, there was an age when the first cherry-popping raw dogged blast inside a woman often lead to conception followed by decades of parenthood. This meant that for men, there was obviously a limit on just how many female sex partners the average man could accrue in a lifetime.  The laborious involvement in winning over and keeping the best quality woman, he could afford and then providing for their kids soon thereafter meant that serial dating was not a typical feature of life.  Dating dozens of diverse women annually and jumping arbitrarily in and out of mini-relationships is a characteristic of modern life for which men are not adjusted to.  The energy obligation is vast.  Men have altered to this demanding cycle of meet-attract-close-keep by either settling and marrying the first girl that would have them or by toughening themselves against the decision of women and learning to play the numbers game.

The Sex and The City lifestyle which adds glamour to playing musical man chairs is a stark contrast to our male ancestors who were often locked out of any future matings when a pickup attempt went crooked and the target or cockblock would run and tell the whole tribe what a loser he is.  Today, the proximity of exes has very little influence on possible future conquests.  For men, this has bought them almost limitless opportunity to get laid.  For women, this has mugged them of one of their most potent weapons in ensuring that only the fittest males get access to their vaginas — the contemptuous ostracization of their sexual rejection.

On the flipside, men have lost assurance in the fidelity of their chosen partners while women have attained an unstigmatized sexual freedom allowing them to play the field until in their eyes, the perfect man finally arrives to sweep them off their feet.

What a time we live in..

Bitter Middle Aged Thirst

As I stand there on the Metro of this massive Asian city, I see this short, middle aged local guy. He is using the camera function on his phone to take photos of this girl on the Metro. He zooms into her legs, takes a photo, then onto her breasts and snaps up another photo. His phone has a special folder which is accessed through a security code and seemed to have hundreds of photos similar to the ones he just took.

I stood there watching this, while he is completely oblivious to my prying eyes. It’s interesting to see this, these so called bitter middle aged guys in Asia are often the thirstiest and most anti-foreigner types around. They will have this fake sense of morality to protect what they claim to be “our” women. The reality is, that given how thirsty and displeasing they are to the modern female, they are eunuchs whom often pay for the act. Their bitterness and thirst reaches extreme levels so it hurts them deep inside seeing how easily foreigners come and nab the easy low hanging fruit that they could never attain when they were younger, let alone now.

They want the same things as every man, pleasure with a nimble, virile broad, but their inability and lack of success pushes them to sabotage those around them. It’s little wonder how lowly they are regarded in the west and how they get no crumbs of sexual activity there. I don’t have one ounce of pity for the hypocrisy that runs through their veins and the degradation they receive worldwide.

Western Female Entitlement Never Stops

It’s funny how entitled Western Females still are when they travel to more traditional societies.

This following article I came across recently from a sub-par looking Western Female whom lived in Japan and couldn’t help but to bitch about the lack of interest she received from men whilst her Western male counterparts enjoyed better success. She struggles to contain her jealousy and simply can’t refuse to take a dig at the expat men in Japan at every given opportunity. It’s rather convenient she forgets how easily Western Women date up in Feminist ridden countries.

“We usually have a tough time keeping female teachers here,” my boss informed me on my first day of work as an English teacher in Tokyo. “They usually don’t last more than six months.” I looked up from studying the roster list of teachers (30 — all male), in surprise.

“You mean at this school?”

“No, I mean … in Japan.” He shrugged. “Tokyo’s a tough city to be single … If you’re, you know … a western woman.”

I stole a quick glance at the photos that were mounted on the wall behind him. Four middle-aged White Dudes. All of them were bearded and balding. All of them resembled the aging, stringy-haired members of the band Metallica. And all of them were pressed up against the model-thin bodies of a heavily made-up Japanese Beauty Queen.

I don’t think I’ll have a problem, I thought.

It wasn’t that I was beauty queen gorgeous. Far from it. Slim, medium-height, with hazel eyes and freckles, I was at best ‘cute’ and at worst, average. But I had something that the competition didn’t: long, naturally curly, blond hair. Furthermore, I was bilingual, well-traveled and college-educated.

But as I realized a few weeks into my stay in Japan, I was also mysteriously, frustratingly invisible.

 

Cute baristas at Starbucks wouldn’t look at me, business men on bicycles ran over me and college students hurriedly backed away from me with mumbled apologies whenever I tried to strike up a conversation about the weather or ask for directions. They wouldn’t even give me the time of day. Literally.

“You’ve got to be assertive,” my Japanese girlfriends advised. “Japanese guys are shy so you have to make the first move.” So I smiled invitingly at men in bars and on busses. I asked for help reading restaurant menus and subway signs.

“Do you have any book / drink reccomendatioins?” was my usual line as I stood near them in bookstores or sat next to them on barstools. But the ‘come hither’ stare or conversation starter doesn’t work if the other person refuses to look at you. If they met my gaze at me at all, it was just to shoot me this panicked look, like I’d just asked them to father my unborn children. My boss had been right. It was hard to be a single, western woman in Japan. But why?

I turned to the Internet for advice and was surprised to learn that the Dateless Western Woman was a familiar character in the expat world, at least judging from the score of postings on expat forums by lonely, single females.

But as wide-spread as the problem seemed to be, it was one that many women avoided talking about. Understandably it was a tough subject to discuss without grossly overgeneralizing fifty percent of a country’s population or worse, sounding like a racist or a man-hating, snob.

The pervading theory though, among expats and Japanese alike, was that Japanese men were in fact attracted to western women but were just too intimidated to do anything about it. Western women in Asia were like the Jennifer Anistons of the expat world. Strong, independent, assertive and outspoken, they were interesting to admire from afar, but no man would ever dream of striking up a conversation with one. Western women were so different, so foreign, they were virtually un-datable.

Not true for their Y-chromosome-carrying expat buddies though. While the female expats spent Saturday nights alone, crying into their Ramen bowls, their male counterparts drank freely from the dating pool like they owned it. Which in a way, they did.

If you’ve ever visited Asia, you’ve likely seen the pale, rail-thin, greasy-haired white boy walking hand-in hand with a perfectly made-up, mini-skirt wearing Asian chick. This would never happen anywhere else in the world. Because everywhere else, Barbie ends up with Ken, not his underemployed, socially-awkward, samurai-sword-collecting neighbor, Kevin. But in Asia, dating rules defy all logic or evolutionary law. In Asia, the nerd is king.

Not that I wished it otherwise. For the most part, I was happy for them. These men wouldn’t have been able to score a date at home if they’d been a calender but in Asia they’d nabbed the prom queen. They were true success stories. Who could blame them for taking advantage of a magical loophole that allowed them to date women out of their league? If such a nirvana existed for Western woman, I’m sure I’d have moved there too.

But although the occasional coupling sparked the “Is she really going out with him?” question, it was easy to understand why Japanese woman saw Western men — even the nerdy ones — as attractive dating prospects. They were straight-forward and open-minded, for one thing. And through their Western, wire-rimmed eyes, they viewed relationships as an equal partnership, which was something the more traditional, close-minded of Japanese men still struggled to do. I figured that so long as they treated their girlfriends well and both partners were happy with the arrangement, what did it matter if their peculiar quirks and bizarre comments got lost in translation a little? Even the socially awkward deserved to love and be loved.

But it was hard not to feel jealous. Especially as I spent weekend after weekend, bravely facing the club’s dance floor alone while my dorky expat brothers expertly flirted for phone numbers and first dates. They were like kids in a candy store. The Japanese women were gourmet truffles, while the western women were the three-year-old tootsie rolls melted to the bottom of the barrel. The Japanese men might have been frightened of us but the other expat men just flat-out ignored us.

But as I often reminded myself, I hadn’t come to Asia for a boyfriend. I’d come because I wanted to master Japanese and explore a culture drastically different from my own. But I just hadn’t expected that moving my life to Japan would mean leaving my love life at home. As much as I’d enjoyed my life in Tokyo, it just didn’t seem like a fair trade.

Not that the female dating situation in Japan wasn’t without the occasional success story. I knew of a few women who’d come to Japan and left with husbands or fiancées in tow. But they were the minority. Most western women came to Japan single and stayed that way.

I was walking from work one Friday evening when it dawned on me that I’d been in Japan for nine months. I inwardly congratulated myself for having beat the odds. I’d proven my boss wrong. But as I trudged home to face another evening of reruns of The Office and left-over sushi from 7-11, I wondered at what cost. Most days I felt unattractive, unwanted and worst of all, unfemale. When not even a short skirt or slinky top attracted more than a passing glance and even construction workers, who could usually be counted on for a leer, regarded me with bored, blank expressions, I felt like a Martian. And very, very alone. Perhaps I’d been wrong not to leave when the last shipload of foreign women sailed away to brighter horizons and better dating odds.

Because the truth is that Tokyo’s a tough city to be single … if you’re, you know, a Western woman.

I was pleased to see that people responded to her accordingly. This comment was spot on:

Wow, what a sexist comment. But it’s not unexpected after this grotesquely sexist read.

“Creepy” is a favorite word of misandrists seeking to delegitimize male sexuality.

How dare this “sub-value” man pursue an attractive woman! He is “creepy”!

Of course the writer of this article is not particularly attractive, and wants a date. (Did you read those pickup strategies?!) Was that creepy? No. That apparently is deserving of sympathy.

But not the male version. That’s “creepy”

Go away, Lauren. Take your sexism back to the West where it can continue to masquerade as feminism.

Glad to see some guys are soyboy herbs sucking it up and feeling sorry for her.

Sink Yourself

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I pulled some skank from yet another random venue the other week and had some interesting realisations.

It was a regular club pull, so obviously my expectations were low besides the superficial expectation of decent looks being met.

Given her attributes, it was obvious to me she had discarded any sense of respect and went down the Instawhoring path of attention seeking. At 19, she had already been spitroasted by two guys, banged multiple men the same day and had a lot of random one nighters. “Empowered” feminists will muster up some garbage as to how shes “exploring” herself in the typical delusion that is evident in their ideology.

However, I felt sorry for this teenager.

As I banged her, her phone throughout the evening just could not stop vibrating. Constant messages, likes, calls, photos. At one moment, her phone lit up right in front of my eye line and displayed a number of notifications.

The view was quite interesting.

Tinder, Facebook Messenger, Instagram, WhatsApp, Skype. All of which had notifications with explicit sexual content from a myriad of guys. I thought to myself how a girl can succumb to such an existence and be happy. The search for attention and “meaning” for a girl eventually leads them down this path of simply resorting to existing as a sexual commodity for a large spectrum of men. It’s sad that women have reduced themselves to this level and I expect the fall to continue. The level of common sense these days amongst young women is honestly dipping to record lows. It was no wonder she complained that no guy would hang around, I mean who would? Knowing that special “snowflake” is constantly sinking herself to please men after men erodes any value left within her. Yet, this basic common sense is now distorted by the cultural Marxism we experience.

A bit of advice..
If you’re idea of success and happiness is having a horde of thirsty guys sending you sexual messages at weird times at the night, you’ll only get pumped and dumped and discarded like yesterdays trash from any guy with standards.

If you long for constant commentary and likes for your bikini clad photo on Instagram, your dopamine addicted brain will never be satisfied with the attention one guy will give you.

And yes, I know, even if you’re a girl that does this, you’ll rationalise the hell out of it and never admit to your shortcomings, which is fine, results and notches speak for themselves.

SJW Haven

SJW’s stay mad. Since some tweets hurt this poor ragey leftists feelings, she felt the need to report it and exercise her SJW puss pass.

as usual, they run, and hide…

 

Notice the subject here having the username “VLine_Official”. It’s rather hypocritical that someone has to strike up implicit associations amongst accounts.

 

Especially when there’s a clear statement in the Twitter profile dispelling any association with The University of Melbourne’s official account.

and like every corporation, institution or public figure.

They bow, and comply..

 

So much for free speech these days, eh?

Update:

So after this failed “reporting” of me, nothing happens.

Actually the Vice-Chancellor of the University Re-Tweets me.

Yet, this kid does not know when to stop..

So I send her a little love after discovering her name which is publicly posted on her Twitter and also her course which is also something she mentions on her Twitter

In response to this…

Ok here’s some Twitter basics, genius.

You have a public Twitter. You posted all your information on there for the world to see. Blocking one account does nothing if you have a public Twitter account cause all one has to do is log out and they can view your public feed.

No, I haven’t and won’t delete a thing, you’re the one trying to get me reported. Which again, won’t result in anything because what I post is totally fine despite it not agreeing with your feminist and equalist brainwashing you’ve been spoonfed.

Yes? And? Are you ashamed or something?

Whose fault is this?

If you’re super careless and going around trying to get people banned you’ll get whats coming for you. “Blocking” someone and running like a coward isn’t going to get you very far. But you study Arts so not like you’ll get far anyway.

 

Wrong is Right, Right is Wrong

I often get asked to make an argument as to how unconventional sexual acts are wrong, but without making reference to religion.

It’s actually quite simple. For one moment, close your eyes and allow your mind to let slip all of the assumptions and predispositions you garner over the years of having lived as a human in a human culture (doesn’t matter which one).

Now, open your eyes and with fresh vision see the world around you as if for the first time. Aside from technology, particularly destructive technology, what is the most powerful innate quality which humans possess?

It is the power to consciously create life. No other creature does so knowingly. Animals are driven by the sexual impulse and have no conscious awareness of the outcome of their actions. They are all base desire and instinct.

Humans are creatures of passion too, but we are also mind and moral. It has been the utilisation of reason and ethics that have allowed us to shamble out of the forests and build world-spanning civilisations.

When men and women deal in restraint, communities prosper. Anthropology has long acknowledged that the demure feminine witnessed as part of a traditionalist community contributes far more to the cohesion of the group than an unleashed feminine carnality, as we see in matriarchal societies (which inevitably collapse from infighting).

It seems hardwired into humans that we may have free rein of our more primordial instincts, or we may restrain them and thus have higher culture… but not both.

The sexual revolution, unleashed during the enlightenment by money and power hungry Freemasons and their Jacobin confederates was enacted as a kind of control surrogate for the God-given authority of the Catholic Kings whom they sought to overturn. People are controlled by their passions, so whomever enables those passions, controls them… or so they though. We’re now living in the shattered remains of that plan, and from the depths of my heart, I wish to extend a deep and heartfelt “fuck you” to any and all Freemasonic scum who might be reading this now.

The sexual act has mental, physical, emotional and spiritual ramifications which we still do not completely fathom. But we can draw strong correlationary observations. Most pertinent to this subject, I think, is the clear link between unconventional sexual relationships and death:

Homosexual youth attempt suicide more than 3 times more frequently than their heterosexual counterparts. A Canadian study estimated that their risk of suicide is 14 times higher than for heterosexual youth.

Among youth who attempted suicide, almost twice as many homosexual youth said they really hoped to die, as opposed to the attempt being a cry for attention or help.

Of transgender people, between 30-45% report having attempted suicide. Think about that.

Homosexual men have a higher risk of suicide than women although women attempt suicide more frequently.

Then there are the corollary statistics of higher rates of depression and other mental illness, drug-dependence, crime, inability or unwillingness to find or hold on to long-term employment, massively increased likelihood of contracting serious STDs… the list goes on.

Homosexual advocates will argue that this is due to them living in societies that are default “homophobic” (a term that represents nothing), societies which revile and discriminate against them. While I don’t dispute that discrimination exists, I can quite easily point to the fact that as a heterosexual white male, I encounter discrimination frequently, and there are virtually no services, political groups or federal holidays designed expressly to celebrate my identity. In fact, it’s generally vilified, while homosexuals seem to be at the very social apex of modern Western culture.

If you deny that, you’ve been living in the woods for thirty years, or you’re a damned liar.

Few people decide to off themselves while they’re at the top, which is why the suicide rate among billionaires is remarkably low. So I discount the victimhood strategy of the LGBTXYZ crowd.

These people are yearning for the sweet release of death because the act most central to LIFE ITSELF is for one reason or another twisted inside of them, and as Patriarchy columnist Joseph Sciambra so eloquently and repeatedly points out, few people want to try to help them, for fear of being branded “homophobic”. They are, effectively, pushed deeper and deeper into “the life” until they’re tired of life altogether.

We are built, at the very centre of our beings, to want to find the man or woman who will complement us, and with them, create new life… a LITERAL embodiment of our union. Really think about that!

Think of the philosophical significance of it for a moment. If it doesn’t hit you, you haven’t managed to step away from the sexual revolutionary programming which has inculcated promiscuity into your conception of sex.

The fact is, sex is enjoyable because the act of creating new life is imperative. Not because it feels good. If you confuse the symptom for the effect, then there is no difference between you and two pigs going at it in a mud pit.

It’s ultimately not a matter of pointing out what’s wrong with unconventional sexual acts and/or identity (though I believe I’ve made a rather strong start).

It comes down, in the end, to the fact that there is nothing RIGHT about it.

 

Women: The Walking Contradiction

I was recently coming across an article on Roosh’s blog which described what he’s learnt from his recent long term relationships.  Reading his views were seemed to awaken a thought process which I was rather familiar with in regards to women. As I continued to read, I could relate to his points with great similarities from my own experiences. These were the ones that really stood out for me.

They’re time vampires

Men just want sex, a bit of intimacy, a companion to eat or watch movies with, and space. Women want sex, cuddling, and endless hours of conversation about nothing important. She wants her man to be a problem solver, psychologist, warrior, and punching bag all in one, and even if you satisfy those needs, she will always want more, because it’s in her nature to keep extracting value.

For whatever reason, a woman finds it impossible to be alone. They’ll spend time with someone they hate, or who they are intensely jealous of, than be alone. A woman rather have a gaggle of gay friends, and hear them constantly talk about butt sex, then watch documentaries or read old books. Their primary fear in life is being alone, something that many men actually desire. A man would not spend time with someone else he dislikes from fear of being alone, because it’s during his alone time that he can recharge his batteries and process his experiences.

When a girl identifies you as a romantic boyfriend, what she really has found is a “time friend,” someone who can now spend dozens of hours a week with her, just so she doesn’t have to be with her own mind. For men who do value their alone time, this causes the bulk of relationship conflicts, but since pussy feels so good, we continue making the sacrifice, as we have been doing for millennia.

 

as well as this point..

They have nothing going on in their lives

Time vampires need other people’s time because they have nothing going on in their own lives. Men have peculiar interests and hobbies that can occupy them endlessly. I’ve gone days without human contact while working on a particular book project or web site, and didn’t feel particularly pained.

Women don’t have hobbies or interests that are not external projections of how they wish to see themselves. Their primary life interest is men, because only men allow them to construct an image to others of who they want to be seen as: a good girlfriend, a girl in love, a girl who another man greatly desires, a sexy woman, an honorable woman, and so on. The man is a needed accessory in this manipulation, which is why it’s so common for a girl to dive into a long-term relationship, and profess her love for a man, only to cheat on him from the weakest of impulses. The relationship merely serves as validation of how she wants to be seen, not who she really is. The gap between who she wants to be and who she actually is gets taken care of by her advanced rationalization mechanism that prevents her from accepting she is rather clueless and makes grievous mistakes.

It’s her relationships with men that give her definition to her life, because outside of it, she has nothing but Facebook news feeds, Instagram, pop trends, a mind-numbing job, and friends who mainly talk about other men, gossip, text messaging, and feminine hygiene. Besides work, which she pursues partly to have more leverage in her relationships with men by not needing their money (compared to many men who actually enjoy their jobs), she has no identity that she can call her own, no interests to ground her, no passions that are unrelated to men and being seen as attractive by them.

The above is a nice way of saying the following: if women were judged by how they judge men, they’d be losers. Put a dick on just about any woman you know and watch her instantly transform into a loser, one who is addicted to social media, overpriced restaurants, toxic entertainment, and endless validation from strangers. The biggest male loser is as accomplished, talented, and skilled as the biggest female “winner,” and the only reason very few girls are seen as losers is because they have a pussy, and just about all pussies feel good, regardless of who it’s attached to.

I remember recently, I was abroad and was judging the girl I was with being an immense loser of the highest calibre once I realised she really had not much going on in her life besides social media, a flurry of gossip, her paper pushing job and her past dalliances. This left me with not one ounce of regret when discarded her like yesterdays trash once I realised she wasn’t up to my standard.

 

Corrupted Values

I think given how the world corrupts women to bring out their worst features these days. It’s paramount that girls you date (ie. not just pump and dump) have similar values to you.

Most girls who go down the casual sex path in their prime years will not ever admit the negative effects of their indiscretions. They will never admit how their actions will lead to difficulties bonding to a man, in the long-term. Instead, they will rationalise, “I lived in the moment”, “It was just companionship”, “I had my fun”. For me, any woman that pedestalizes casual sex as something amazing is not worth dating seriously. If she’s telling you about her casual sex, and doing so in a boastful way, discard her like yesterday’s trash. You should already be wary that she’s been down that path once before, hence the cautionary view should always be out in the early stages.

Unfortunately, sluts inside know they can’t unwind the clock and unfuck all the nobody’s they fucked. They won’t admit to that at all so instead they will bitch about double standards, and think of the most illogical excuses imaginable. This is squid ink for the reality that her value has eroded from her own doing.

I think single digit notch count, and a view of shame or down-looking on a girls past casual sex is acceptable for a relationship. No girl should even compare you to anything else in the beginning, and most definitely not some whatever banging to some dude she just met. If she does, that’s just simply asking to get dropped like yesterday’s trash.

Let’s be honest, there are no “DOUBLE STANDARDS“. If she can’t accept that and continues sprouting liberal bullshit which shows her as a typical girl brainwashed by the modern trends, then it’s better to use that pussy up as much as possible and discard it when you’re done since it’ll save you inevitable heartache and pain in the future.

Summer Vacation Skanks

Last summer, I spent some time in a famous coastal city in Europe to enjoy a few days of relaxation from my busy schedule.

I went alone with the intention of relaxing and forgetting about the rest of the world.
As I boarded my flight, I noticed tourists.. lots of them.

Damn.

What I had hoped to be a quiet few days away from civilisation was now going to be overturned with rowdy tourists. i read online that this time of year is generally quiet and peaceful, how wrong it was.

There was one upside however..

Dirty skanks taking “girls trips” away from family and loved ones.

The dark reality of how girls behave away from judgement is for all to be revealed when you see loose they are with their bodies on vacations.

I wasn’t that motivated by the low hanging fruit as I honestly just wanted some alone time but in the back of my mind I was pleased there was some advantage coming from the lack of peace on this vacation.

I checked into my hotel, got myself ready and relaxed by the beach overlooking the sunset. It was surreal… until it was ruined by the sound of rowdy travel skanks.

I met a few more by the beach and also at bars nearby. The thing that astounded me was how openly flirty some of these taken and married girls were. It’s a sad state of affairs for men in the west when their women are cuckolding them at such enormous rates, thanks feminism.

One woman even openly stated “Yeah, this trip is all about me, having fun, playing hard, and getting away from my marriage and life back home”. This same woman was spotted leaving hand-in-hand with a guy from the bar within an hour of exchanging pleasantries. I have always felt a sense of guilt proceeding with taken and married women, so I avoid them. However, its known to me how thirsty some guys are that they will honestly fuck anything they can get (Yes, blacks included) and being in that category that will openly step into someone else’s relationship to ease the thirst is something I never wanted to be involved in.

As I enjoyed a ride on a friends boat, I met several Eastern European girls who were travelling. I was a little surprised at their horniness during their trip also given that they were also taken. I felt sorry for the guys they left back at home knowing that their had wifed up such volatile goods.

Luckily, the student crowd of university skanks enjoying their summer vacation and about to engage in their long list of life regrets satisfied me pretty well. However, the discomfort in seeing female hypergamy in its raw form left me with somewhat of a bitter taste.