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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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The Peak

I was sitting on the New York Metro on my summer trip to America where I overheard two guys talking. One seemed like a corporate professional and the other are more creative type. The conversation was pretty interesting and goes something like this:

Corporate Guy (Guy 1): “It really blows being a young guy going into college these days, it’s implied to them that Gays and Tranny’s are superior, girls are snowflakes and men are just rapists and sperm donors”

Artsy Guy (Guy 2): “I think a young guy being gay is the easy way out, you’re seen as cool and you have so much of a support network built around you to assist you. That’s something no straight guy would get, we are like public enemy number 1”

1: *Laughs* “Instead we are rapists and misogynists!”

2: “It’s a rough deal for any young guy in his late teens, I mean by that age, you’re probably still looking like a boy, not built and haven’t developed your style or charm fully”

1: “Well.. girls at that age have already been riding dick for a few years also so they expect a ton from guys their age which guys simply won’t be able to deliver”

2: “Compare an 18 year old guy to an 18 year old girl, The girl has probably a couple dozen sexual partners and isn’t going to get much hotter than what she is, she’s almost at her peak.  The guy is probably nowhere near as mentally developed about women  as they are about men and has a few years to hone himself into something”

1: “Yeah little wonder why most normal girls prefer guys older than them”

2: “Remember that girl Dom used to bang, she was like 19 or 20, and he was 30, she used to bitch to him about the dudes she met at College and how much they sucked, and then Dom just laid her out and treated her like shit but she just came back for more to avoid being stuck around frat dudes all day”

1: “Having a son at that age would suck, dropping them hard truths on how girls are skanks and not what they seem, it would shatter the kid”

2: “Hah, well I had no one to tell me so…

1: “Isn’t that why you lost your virginity last week? Haha”

2: “Having a mentor or someone to guide you is way better than not knowing at all”

1: “Yeah, that I agree with”

I sat there listening to this while on my trip uptown and was amazed how many bitter truths were spat out on just a regular subway ride. Looks like guys are cluing up, in America of all places.

Creepers

“Creep” is a commonly used word that girls use towards men they are not attracted to.

It’s an everyday occurrence for some men to be labelled “creepy” by desirable women. Recently, I had a reverse experience of this towards a thirsty woman to whom I didn’t find attractive.

I was approached at a busy nightclub in the downtown nightlife area of the city I reside in. I can’t remember what she said but it was very forward, naturally I was a little surprised as she wasn’t bad looking but seemed a little awkward. Her constant questioning, awkward mumbles, unaligned tone in her voice, it just seemed a bit off. We exchanged contact information and I eventually forgot about her over the coming weeks.

Fast forward a month or so, she messages me out of the blue with some random opener about the weekend (As so many guys do with their “restart texts”). At this stage I had actually forgotten how weird she was, I got a few raunchy pics of her after asking and thought to myself “hmm, why had I written this one off again?”.

We agreed to meet, near my pad.

Then as we met at the nearby venue, it came back to me as to why I had pushed the “next” button with this one. The weird questions, creepy conversation topics (stuff like sex with demons, dead bodies etc) just put me off. Anyhow, she made up some excuse to come back to my place (guys do this all the time, I was so wasted by this stage that I forgot what it was). Before we enter my place, she takes a photo of the letterbox, street sign, house number and so on. Again, weird…

She walks around my place and analyses it is some sacred museum. Eventually, we get to action, and she examines my body like I am some kind of patient in a hospital where she is the doctor. I smashed her but I honestly just felt like it was the most regrettable waste of time ever. I would have had more fun reading a book or just doing something else than wasting those few hours with some useless bint nearby even though she spread her legs.

She offered to come over many times in the past but I simply couldn’t bring myself to have that organism around me again.

Given the age of false rape accusations, I decided not to block her but after a while the spontaneous messages out of the blue (eg. stuff like random research articles which have been debunked) just begun to piss me off.

I thought to myself, yeah… I bet girls deal with this a lot more than guys..

Small World

Years ago, I was abroad in Eastern Europe and in some bar where I met a student who was studying her Medical degree abroad.

Just the other day, I went to get a minor injury looked at the local hospital, and after I walked in. There was a moment of silence.

Then a greeting in a foreign language different from the country in which we reside in currently.

Following that the removal of the surgical mask which revealed the doctors identity.

It was her, from all those years ago.

7 years later, it all came full circle.

 

 

Abort Babies, Adopt Doggies

I was walking down the park near Osaka castle during the midst of Spring with a friend I made in Los Angeles last year. The cherry blossoms were looking rather vibrant under the bright sunshine, with a generous audience of lively tourists. The picturesque scene was shared by the a typical old money girl obsessed with the material things in life next to me. Ivy league education, mixed background and liberal upbringing meant she was obviously unsuitable for anything with potential, however catching up around the globe every now and then wasn’t a bad deal especially when she footed the bill most of the time.

We walked around and took in the sights and sounds that afternoon and caught up on the stories that made our lives memorable since we last met up. She told me her stories of work events, dating, friends, travels and the regular snorefest of social media updates. I told her about some projects I worked on, some travel stories, updates about friends and so on.
As we were talking, she saw a dog, and cut me off with something as follows
“Oh my god look at that doggie, it’s so cute”
I was pretty close to silent as she stayed fixated on her furry animal of interest.
“I wanna get one so bad – but my works and travel schedule is too hectic!”

Her affection to dogs came from their companionship and having a living breathing thing around her to take care of and be a “mother” to.

Now, I don’t really have an insane affection for dogs, well not more than the average person but her level of fascination was borderline extreme.

It then started getting me thinking about how dogs these days are now replacements for kids for most Western individuals and couples.What used to be an addition to a nuclear family with kids  has now become a replacement for kids. It’s not unheard for barren slags to ride the carousel till her mid 30’s, find a herb to marry, then forego kids and get a few dogs to fill the void.

Later on that day, I was back at the hotel and in the post-coital truth session this girl spurted out on the amount of times shes resorted to plan-b and the few abortions shes had. These were all from casual sex, and one night stands. Inside, I felt a sinking feeling, a salty feeling of disgust at how comfortable she is with the recurring use of these emergency means as a form of regular birth control. Given how “empowered” she is these days, by undergoing regular abortions which are now a celebratory topic for most modern feminists, I felt rather sickened at her walking contradiction that many modern women are these days. They can aspire to adopt a furry animal, and feel empowered to abort a child. Of course, there’s a million pre-prepared arguments from all but the trend is clear for all to see.

 

Worldwide Lust

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I stood there at the Shibuya crossing on that cold winter night recollecting the last week or so. It was unforgettable.

I made a challenge to myself, using not one bit of cash how much could I extract from girls? Using emotions, sex and words as the weapons of choice, how far could I take things? So I did it, the same way girls extract resources from men with the exchange of the use of their vagina.

It all started over the Summer. I met a girl in the fashion industry based in Tokyo. Her genetic beauty was easy to notice, her dress-sense and charm added plenty to the complete package. Sadly for her, her mindset was spoilt by living in the toxic wastelands of the West. I knew our mindsets would never totally align so any prospect for it to last was discarded from that point onwards. For me, it was nothing new, just simply going through the motions like a puppet getting its strings pulled. For her, it was as if she’d met someone impressive, with the poise and finesse of a long-term suitor. The manufactured chemistry was real for her she surrendered to it and let the passion take over. In the coming

We locked eyes for a split second, and I had to know more. For me, it was nothing new, just simply going through the motions like a puppet getting its strings pulled. For her, it was as if she’d met someone impressive, with the poise and finesse of a long-term suitor. The manufactured chemistry was real for her she surrendered to it and let the passion take over. In the coming months we linked up in many major cities that our lifestyles had taken us. Sharing pleasurable weekends, lavish hotel rooms and endless memories. Throughout this time, I had my mind set on other things, ideas, and people, however whenever we met, I made it feel as if nothing else mattered. As if the clocks would come off the wall, our phones wouldn’t be switched on, and my attention would appear to be undivided.

Her demeanour changed, her mindset slowly shifted, yet I never had my heart set on anything that would last. A slut is a specimen that can be controlled for a period of time, once the honeymoon period dries, she can easily go back to her old ways. I never see the need to try to convert a slut for the long term, there’s innocent and chaste girls that were never poisoned in the first place that deserve that commitment, not girls that “had their fun”.

As time went past, the level of effort she would put in would continue to exceed whatever little effort I exerted. She would travel to my city, change her schedule to suit mine, spend excessive amounts of $ for things to please me. I realised her level of investment signaled her desire for something more. I’m sure many men would settle for this, and many in the west won’t even experience this. But I simply couldn’t give in to this. Girls come and go, standards remain.

The experience spanned many months, countries, venues and scenes. Ultimately, I’ll be that asshole that didn’t commit in her eyes, she’ll be that girl that tried too hard but lost herself before she even met me. I’ll be in her memories for years to come, with every guy she meets from here on in being compared to me. She’ll be another slut that just got used and thrown out like yesterday’s garbage.

 

Flashback: Glorious Gloria

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It must be said, these days I rarely post about “that one girl” anymore, maybe after running through so many the so called “pretty diamonds” these girls were are just nothing special anymore. But the following was something that happened just recently that made me think of a more naive time in my life where I was much more of a romantic.

It all started last week when I was overhearing a conversation that these two University students were having on the subway which described memorable girls they had been with.

Due to some indescribable reason which I couldn’t pinpoint, this suddenly made me think of a rather notable companion from quite some time ago. Let’s just call her Gloria.

Gloria and I met in my second year of uni. She was one year behind and I would have to say given how much effort she put into dressing up, it didn’t take much for me to notice her.

Things all started between us in a group assignment for a dreaded 2nd year pre-requisite Commerce subject that most of us despised. She somehow managed to end up in my assignment group as she was absent for the class where we decided to pick our team members.

The first time she turned up to class, she sat next to me, and asked if we covered anything meaningful in the previous lesson. “Hmm.. no, the only thing we really did was pick the groups for the big assignment” I said. This sent her on a slight panic attack as she wondered what she was going to do. As it turned out, the tutor assigned her to my team. We didn’t talk much during the class but her deep stares were rather fascinating to the then 19-year old version of myself.

At the end of that class, I had a 2-hour gap to kill, and it turns out she did too. “So, anything you can recommend besides eating to kill time until 2pm?” I asked more in hope than expectation. “Hmm, I’m actually going to go eat too and then I’m not sure”. We both agreed to have lunch assuming it would be a nice way to kill time.

As we walked around the city, looking for something to eat, we talked about the usual interests such as hobbies, music and movies. It came out how much she liked to joke around with parodies pulled. of infomercials, something which I loved mocking, especially the accents of the hosts. We talked about all the lame infomercials that came up over the years, like BowFlex and Abtronic. She would laugh and I would carry on with my impersonations for another second before bursting into laughter too. Her laugh was loud and happy sounding. It was contagious and made everyone else laugh along until we had no idea what was funny to begin with.

As it turned out, we both had this same break every week, and given how well we got along we continued the weekly ritual. Over the coming weeks we both realised how similarly we saw things, and beyond the physical attraction there was a mutual respect which I have to say, these days I find much harder to come across. The naïve innocence of youth is always rather marvellous in hindsight.

Gloria and I had many conversations about how great single life was in uni and all the spare time we have being cherished by doing things we enjoy. Just having started uni that year she had enough to deal with, and our “friendship” was probably more of a highlight to her than it was for me. It was as if we were in a non-committed boyfriend-girlfriend scenario sometimes. Eating together, going places together, and being seen together at parties. We sometimes kissed or groped at parties and it probably didn’t help but to raise further speculation amongst her friends about us.

There was this one time where she invited the whole group to her house to work on the group assignment, we worked through the night and it was 2am, the room was filled with crushed pizza boxes and empty beer cans. After finishing most of the work, our team just talked about our personal lives and inevitably sex came up. Everyone talked about their experiences, as well as anything wild they got up to. When the spotlight came to Gloria she said a few things but given her reaction I could tell it probably was made up. She seemed to be a virgin, nobody else in the room seemed to suspect her words, but I was certain they seemed to be false. A bit of a surprise to me that a girl who was rather hot at the age of 18 was still a virgin in the modern western society. As it got late, everyone else slowly left until it was just me and her. We talked a bit, kissed and it eventually came up, “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” she nodded in response. I knew it. I assured her it was fine and given how virginity was given away so easily these days, it wasn’t the worst thing for her.

Following this, we both shared a lot of deeper secrets with each other and our chemistry probably improved more than anything. Gloria’s parents were abroad for a few months and during that time I ended up spending some time at hers. One night after a night of partying we took a cab back to hers and the sexual tension just couldn’t be tamed. The deep stares and making out lead to us finally doing it. We did this quite regularly over the coming months and it definitely didn’t change the dynamics of what we had going. However, our contradictory schedules and lives did. Gloria decided to do an internship the following semester and I was also balancing a heavy school workload with other work on the side.

One day, after one of our trysts, she told me she had her exchange approved and was going to be spending the following year abroad. Over the coming months we would end up seeing each other less and less though we would get together for the occasional, and eventual rare bang.

The last time we did it was during a busy exam period where I was living in stress and she was busy with her own life. I came over and released my stress for the whole day with her. I stayed over and usually the fatigue of a long sex session would make me fall asleep but on this occasion, I simply couldn’t, I stared long into her face as she lied there in deep sleep, ran my hands over her smooth skin and thought about the things we went through as if I knew this would be the last time we would see each other. In the morning, we both had to be elsewhere early but wanted nothing more than to lie there all day. Gloria leaned in for a kiss before parting ways and was a little sweeter and longer than usual.

I can browse through pictures on my online photos back up and can find all the memorable moments we shared. It was rather comforting looking at every photo and knowing where exactly it was taken and how the day went. Looking over the period where we spent the most time together, I noticed that most of my photos either had been taken either with her nearby or in the photo, so many hilarious jokes, laughs and places. Our “relationship”, and its ensuing fade-away was easy to follow in my sequential photo library. There was an obvious trend in the photos where it started with her company being a substantial portion of my shots to a gradual decline in her presence and an upshift in changes to my life. Who knows what she’s doing now, I don’t. However, I look back at the time we spent while or lives intertwined so deeply like a sunset, beautiful while it lasted.

I look at the pictures of Gloria online now, still amazingly well dressed and beautiful and much more refined than when she was a teen. The last photo I saw is a candid shot of her laughing on the street somewhere in Europe, and I couldn’t help but to wonder which lame infomercial she was laughing about.

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Almost caught.

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It was the night before a long weekend and a big storm. I finished off my day and met with a skank that I had been meaning to catch up for months. I wait outside the Metro and walk her to a chill bar that I usually head to. The staff there all know me by my first name. I go through the motions for the next couple of hours and walk her to my place, and the inevitable occurs.

After the act, in the post-coital bliss. I hear my phone is vibrating, and I also hear the door bell ringing continually.

Uh-oh, what could this be?

I pick up my phone and see a message from a girl I smashed a while back with something along the lines of “I’m outside your place now”

Urghhhh.

I spent a quick moment thinking of what to do. This isn’t the first time some random girl just keeps coming back for something pathetic. A lot of them have the minds of children in this part of the world. Smash a random and then go back to make themselves feel less slutty. Also, probably to make themselves feel like they were the victim when in all reality spreading your legs wide open after an hour is probably the catalyst to being treated like a smash and dash hole.

Then I broke down the situation to the naked girl in my bed: “There’s a weirdo outside my place, let’s quietly get dressed and get out through the back door”.

We bail and I walk her to the Metro for her trip home.

I sit outside and feel the late summer winds against my face and think of how to manage my time to make sure that I am not wasting too much of it on meaningless slores. Over the last few months I had become a lot busier and although I was much more involved in other projects, I didn’t mind as what I was doing now was a lot more meaningful and challenging than before. My desire to kill time by slamming sluts was a lot lower, at least the mental side of my brain was being stimulated through other means rather than figuring out which would be the fastest way to get her legs to open for me. Of course, being a male with a sex drive meant I still needed my fill, so I still didn’t give it all up but it was a more balanced effort these days with the time constraints.

 

I spent the long weekend abroad with some friends and realised how many were the same, they had to cut back too in order to focus on other things. I guess when your demands are being met and you’re out of a negative environment you truly can focus on what you want to do rather than dedicate hours and hours to get an ounce of the low hanging slut with attitude.

 

 

 

Too much of anything

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Guys get into slaying girls as a hobby to improve themselves, overcome shortcomings and lastly to enjoy themselves. It’s fair enough, as I think within any young male there is that innate biological desire to spread his seed as far and wide as he can.

But what one fails to consider is the longer term aspects of this life. Initially you’ll suck, failing and looking foolish. Most guys give up here and go back to their boring lives as slaves. But the ones that push through this resistance, enjoy success and improve have other issues coming at them. These issues are more along the lines of finding the right balance.

I was sitting on my couch with the lights dimmed as a regular girl came over for the obvious on a weeknight, I stared at the glass of whiskey on the table and stared through to the lamp behind it. I sat there wanting one thing, no not the obvious physical desire you may think, but I just wanted to be alone. I wanted a good nights sleep. I wanted my place empty so I could have a relaxing night with just me and my thoughts. Some might think its weird, turning down a girl that most people would consider very hot, but once you’ve had enough success, new success loses its shine. 

Maintaining a stable of regulars as well as smashing new prospects is actually much more tiring than you can imagine. Assuming you have a life outside of girls, which I know some guys who are so caught up in this lifestyle whom don’t, you’ll want time to pursue your own interests and have some alone time to relax. But say you have 3-4 regulars, some of which are only free weekends, then it becomes interesting, how much do you invest in each one. Also, when I say “invest” I don’t mean monetary value, but time. Time is life’s currency after all.

“Hey, lets meet next week as I have to work late tonight” read the message on my phone, this girl I met from a bar on the weekend flakes. I am actually really happy,  as I am so exhausted from just banging another skank hours earlier.

After dividing up your time and also factoring in your own pursuits, personal development as well as new poon, you really don’t have much time for yourself.

I was looking at my calendar, flicking through the dates as to when another regular would be going away on a long vacation with her family. Normally guys would be a little down as there’s limited time left to spend with them, but me, I was looking forward to that so I could have some more free time to focus on other recreational pursuits. 

I guess some people reading this may think of it as a boast or a good problem to have but the more established readers, I am sure they can relate. Skanks can never be the top priority. If you’re relating to any of the italicised text above, it’s definitely time to cut back on poon and focus your energy on other areas of your life.

 

 

 

The Return to Warsaw

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After three years, I returned to Warsaw in order to re-live some of the moments which triggered my escape from the West. Knowing well inside that it’s very hard to re-experience the joy of an initial experience, I was ready for a more downbeat affair this time round.

I started my trip by catching up with friends I made from 2013 when I first arrived, some of which I’ve met up with in various parts of Eastern Europe and Asia since then. It was a nice re-union with people whom share the same beliefs and progressing through life in an ambitious manner.

After our re-union, I ventured out to the nightlife in order to explore what the city had become.

Despite it being still an improvement from Australia, I was disappointed as expected. The attitudes of the women were far worse from 2013, the career-carousell lifestyle had infected the women of Warsaw and it was obvious that many men had moved to Poland in order to satisfy their thirst for easier, more feminine women.  These factors culminate in a far less enriching experience this time round from what I had experienced last time I was in Warsaw.
I still managed to pull in my first night here, however the efforts I went to were probably border-lining my limits.

The most saddening part of my trip came on the last night. I went to a venue where I visited back in 2013, and sat in corner where I made most of my approaches and had the bulk of my success from last time round. As I sat, I noticed a girl, the same girl from 2013, she dressed well, hair long and stylish, but as I approached her, I couldn’t believe what I saws. The wrinkles appearing on her face, around her eyes and mouth were definitely excessive for the three years of time that had passed. She was undoubtedly the hottest girl in the club back in 2013, now she was a nobody, forcing herself to smile and seem accepted.

All I could think of was “what a horrible waste.” This girl partied away her beauty and is now bound to settle for something far worse than what she could have gotten earlier. She traded in her most valuable asset for meaningless “Fun” and male attention.

It’s a well known saying that “Women age like milk and men age like wine” but I haven’t even brought up the fact that these aged women have higher standards, higher expectations after experiencing the highest quality men in their peak physical years they feel as if they can’t go backwards. However, the burden of disappointment from being pumped and dumped so many times, factors that surely make them less feminine and pleasing leave them to be nothing more than than a fuck buddy, a mere container for a mans sexual pleasure.

They deserve what they get, life isn’t fair.