When I moved to a new city a while ago, I messaged this girl who I knew also lived there.
She was just a girl I knew through some people and had met at a few parties. She is a very cute chick who was into partying, so ever the long-term thinker, I decided I should try to friendzone her and go to venues with her just for the good banter. Hot chicks are like currency in the night life scene.
Anyways, she made lots of promises to meet up, but kept flaking. No big deal as I wasn’t trying to bang her anyway.
Sometime later I sent her a message
“Hey you should come to X tomorrow. It’s my girlfriend’s birthday”
Like a nuclear bomb set off, she suddenly seemed super interested.
OMG you have a girlfriend?!?
Shows up to the party dressed like her life depended on looking hot. Starts getting flirty, physical and says the dirtiest things to my ear. Invites me out the next day to “catch up”.
Alright, of course I didn’t slam her out of principal, I actually was with someone.
In hindsight, a tactical error to invite her out in the first place.
I could say preselection works. I could also say women are hardwired to be homewreckers. Choose your own lesson.
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 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.
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.
It was February, I just got back from a 3 week vacation from the snow and settling back into the routine of life back in my adopted home city.
And then it happened, maybe due to boredom, maybe due to a desire to explore.
I met a skank with a unique haircut and dress sense, tatted up and fit, and a total misfit in this homogeneous society I was living in. I didn’t think much of it, initially brushing off her calls to catch up. But in the end I thought it would maybe be interesting.
I would never want to be seen with her in public but the exploration in private was intriguing.
A third cultured up-bringing over three countries, deviation of family expectations and simply ending up with in the wrong crowd at the wrong time left her in this state. But to me that didn’t really matter, her life was funded through previous generations and she simply lived it as she wanted.
The trysts were random, infrequent but intense and it was a nice get away from reality where perhaps I was sometimes overwhelmed with stress. The chill, casual nature of it was a perk as I’d bumped into her once at a shopping centre with the company of another companion and it wasn’t an awkward greeting at all. I guess when people can’t fathom the combination of two polar opposites it’s hard to really feel suspicious.
In the end, I had bigger issues to deal with and “forgot” to reply to too often for it to continue and I wasn’t one bit worried or fussed, but then the other day, I see her at an airport somewhere totally random and we exchange smiles and continue walking in our intended directions.
Have you banged a girl and despised her so much that you simply hate fucked her the whole time?
I think it’s happened to me a lot more in Melbourne than anywhere else in the world. The amount of bitter feminist skanks that spread their legs open and take me raw despite having opposing views or beliefs to me is something that points me to the direction of irrationality in women. You can always take this to your benefit.
You simply cannot negotiate desire.
That’s the truth of it all: turn them on, bang them out.
In other parts of the world there might be elements of romance, some alignment of views, and a respect that forms, although it may only be for a whim, there’s a common ground of care that precedes the fornication.
But in feminist nations, it’s rarely the case for me these days.
I was in London recently and the same thing happened. A girl I met, nothing in common besides that fact that she’s DTF and I’m giving it out. Talking shit, going through the motions she drops hints about her feminist values, these annoy me on the inside but I let them slide, eventually this goes on where I realise, god, this girl is a mess and annoying, so since it was almost time to pull, I told myself..
“Ok, just go through with this and regret it after”
So I plowed through, took her back and slammed.
It wasn’t bad on a physical level but then after I emptied my load, all I could think about was which Tube stop to take, how to walk there, when will I make it to meet up with a friend later.
I simply couldn’t force myself to stay there any longer. The lack of attraction besides purely physical just became more and more evident. I think she got the hint and asked if I was in a hurry to which I said…
“Yeah, sadly – wish I could stay a bit longer”
It was all a smoke-screen of the reality, sometimes you need to just say these things these days, especially in the post #MeToo era where there’s no telling what could really happen when a girl changes her mind about you.
I finished up, hopped on the tube then met up with a friend who I hadn’t seen in over 4 years. We both discussed our views on girls in London, he was spending most of his time in other parts of Europe and told me he was over the London scene. I guess that’s what being in a place for a few years can do to you.
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
How true that is.
I was sitting by the park bench enjoying a late summer vacation somewhere warm, and I was talking to a local about some of the adventures, some of the mishaps and battles I had overcome in the last few years, and his response?
“Your life sure is interesting”
That’s when I thought back, opened up my Google Photos and reminisced about some of the times and for a second, I really missed them. It’s impossible to go back and re-experience exactly what you went through at that point in time, but the memory brought a smile to my face.
Other than that I went to some places that were really off the beaten path and got a taste of truly isolating myself from the world for a few days. It was relaxing, but also reaffirmed how much some amenities and luxuries are hard to go without even for a short period of time.
I bumped into some friends in a few big cities and caught up on their endeavours and projects – things were all pretty good, and have some pretty cool ideas coming up for the new year in terms of travel spots.
Many know the caste system that relates to India, such as what is described below:
The caste system in India is the paradigmatic ethnographic example of caste. It has origins in ancient India, and was transformed by various ruling elites in medieval, early-modern, and modern India, especially the Mughal Empire and the British Raj. It is today the basis of educational and job reservations in India. The caste system consists of two different concepts, varna and jati, which may be regarded as different levels of analysis of this system. Vaidyanathan argues that the caste system existed at the village level to serve the needs of its people, however, the method in which the 1881 census was carried out in India by the British Raj institutionalized the caste system on a much larger national scale.
But this same concept seems to apply in so many areas of our lives. Well not so closely but to a degree.
There’s just so many “tiers” in people these days.
Top tier people whom you aspire to have around whilst feeling comfortable and proud to have as companions or partners.
Mid-tier people that are doing ok, and you respect but are at a level you think is one that isn’t achieving their maximum potential.
Bottom-tier people that lack the ability or are just inherently lazy that you cannot bring yourself to respect them.
Weather its professionally or in social contexts, I notice how closely people judge, despite the agenda these days to “not judge”, the opposite occurs subconsciously.
As an expat, you’ll come across different tiers of fellow foreigners in every city you visit. Some cities will skew towards bottom and mid-tier expats, whilst others will have more of the top-tier individuals. This depends a lot on your field, and the location also.
In competitive cities, which university you go to, what you do, what field you’re in, what you earn and most importantly your personality, will all come into play when it comes to so many areas of your life. Weather its meeting new people, job interviews, dating or general respect amongst the community.
A recent example is of a lower tier individual I met through some friends on a night out a couple years ago. This guy was basically hitting 30, smoked weed non-stop through his early 20s, finally graduated school at 27, was a total loser back home working in retail and now was doing some customer service gig abroad which was the pinnacle for him. He was banging foreigner chaser sluts in our city that were considered the lowest rung of girls available and barely a step up from jerking off (assuming you didn’t cop an STD in the process of banging).
But for him, this was heaven. Coming from a total dump of a city, being a basement dweller with no motivation – being in a foreign country with low hanging fruit as women and a somewhat stable income (Albeit zero progression or respect) was great. There was no sense of achievement, nor a sense of development that drove him to excel in any task, it was merely just putting in the bare minimum, grinding to the weekend then boozing, weeding, gaming until Monday. It was sad, and I knew I simply can’t get along with scrubs such as these.
And nor should anyone. As they say “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with”.
Cut the filth, keep the quality. Aim high as you can, dare to dream.
I walked up the entrance, not sure if this was the right way into the towering building, signalled by the concierge, I gained some reassurance that it was. I got into the elevator and made sure everything was on point. Given this was an “invite only” event, I wanted to look my best.
After getting off on the top floor, I walked over the get my name card and sign in for the night. A friend of mine invited me to join this industry event which had a lot of unique figures from all around the globe.
I bumped into a few familiar faces, and we talked about the usual: latest vacations, latest slores we slammed, how life was going..
We just analysed the room, discussing who was really balling and who wasn’t.
You see, many of the heavy hitters in Asia, they have a lot of streams of income, many of these people aren’t flashy, nor are they the type to boast, but with their mannerisms and small details you can get the gist of them being very comfortable.
The ones that are boasting, and showing off, well they still have a huge chip on their shoulder that gives them the insecurity to feel the need to show their cards.
It’s almost like a beta herb trying to impress a girl, it just becomes a major turn off.
Anyhow, the clarity that comes with experience is something that just can’t be told and learnt, the act of living through it seems to be the best means to learn.
With some of the experiences that I’ve had over the past few years, I honestly feel like that they have opened my eyes up to certain things that I would never had ever through about 5 or so years ago.
Did they come at a price? You could say so, I had to make sacrifices in some areas to get ahead in others. But at the end of the day, I felt as if that at that point in time, that was the best most well thought out path to take.
I’ll be hitting the road soon, and I can’t wait to see what other ideas and experiences cross my path that could maybe even shape my path going forward.
Self-confessed sex addict, 30, who’s slept with 200 men and lost her virginity AGED 12 says she’s now celibate after becoming a mother
Laurie Jade Woodruff, 30, from Sheffield, used to sleep with six men a week
But birth of 18-month-old son Henry made her change her ways
Since attending Sex and Love Addicts anonymous meetings she has been celibate for four months
A self-confessed sex addict who has slept with up to 200 men and lost her virginity aged 12 says becoming a mum has made her go celibate.
Laurie Jade Woodruff, 30, used to sleep with up to six men a week but the birth of her 18-month-old son Henry made her change her ways and join a support group.
Ms Woodruff, from Sheffield, told The Sun that since attending Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous meetings she has been celibate for four months.
But the young single mother, who has since published a semi-autobiographical novel, Diary Of A Sex Addict, did not have an easy path to her present chastity.
She said that she has slept with so many men, between 100 and 200, that she has lost count of her number of conquests.
Her loss of her virginity as a 12-year-old was just the start of an obsession that took over her life.
She admitted that the underage sex was ‘wrong’ and that her desires extended to both sexes.
One one occasion, when in her 20s, Ms Woodruff had sex with six men at once at a Liverpool sex party while her ex watched.
‘I was sleeping with several men a week and didn’t even feel like it,’ she said.
Ms Woodruff, from Sheffield, lost her virginity aged 12 and has slept with so many men, as many as 200, that she has lost count of her number of conquests. But since attending Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous meetings, she has been celibate for four months
‘I felt powerless to control my desires and would turn to sex to soothe me all the time,’ she added.
Ms Woodruff would meet men for sex who had merely sent her compliments on Instagram, she did not need dating apps to find a partner, because they came to her.
The author added that the ‘six big relationships’ that she has had have not lasted long because her partners could not handle her promiscuity.
Ms Woodruff, who has since written a semi-autiobiographical novel, Diary Of A Sex Addict, used to meet men for sex after talking to them on Instagram and was unable to go two weeks without sex. One one occasion she had sex with six men at once at a Liverpool sex party
Ms Woodruff added that the ‘six big relationships’ that she has had have not lasted long because her partners could not handle her promiscuity
She and Henry’s dad, Ian, split up because of her addiction, she added.
But Ms Woodruff only realised that she needed to get help when, rather than prioritising her son, she was too busy obsessing over sex and sleeping with controlling men.
‘To be dominated has always been my thing but I became a slave to this type of guy,’ she said.
Ms Woodruff only realised that she needed to get help when, rather than prioritising her son, she was too busy obsessing over sex and sleeping with controlling men
She was stalked twice by men who had got the wrong impression, and so, realising that she needed to prioritise her son, she took the self-diagnosis quiz on the Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous quiz.
Regular meetings with other addicts came soon after, and Ms Woodruff signed up to their 12-step programme to cope with sex addiction.
She said that, as well as having kept a diary throughout her struggle, it was through meeting other sex addicts that she had the idea for her novel.
Many of the women she met had had similar problems to her on their path to addiction, including dysfunctional families and abusive relationships.
They all felt a ‘burning shame’ when they wanted to turn to sex, Ms Woodruff added.
There was a discrepancy between men being a ‘legend or a player’ if they were promiscuous and highly sexed women being judged harshly.
Ms Woodruff said it was a relief to meet women who felt similarly judged.
She said that there is no need to feel ashamed any more and has now gone four months without sex, whereas she previously could not go two weeks without a fix.
Monogamy is now the aim, the 30-year-old added, but she will always be ‘highly sexual’.
Since attending regular Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous meetings, Ms Woodruff has met other women who felt similarly judged over their promiscuity, while men were regarded as ‘legends and players’ for similar behaviour, she said. Her aim now is is monogamy, but she added that she does not need to feel ‘ashamed’ any more for her ‘highly sexual nature
She took those randoms raw from Instagram, but you, you can take her out for 6 dates before you get your first kiss.
Have you ever wondered what attention whoring looks like?
If you were raped or sexually assaulted by a man, you would report it to the cops, be traumatised by it and probably not be staying Facebook friends with your perpetrator, right?
You wouldn’t tag them on Facebook updates, right?
Well lets see here..
Exhibit A: Sub-par Asian girl who is considered bottom quartile in every city in Asia.
Feminist Views – Check
Pink Hair – Check
Attention Whore – Check
Average/Below Average Looks – Check
Tatted Up – Check
Beta Herb involved is using Feminism/Liberalism as a means to get laid – Check
Today I am choosing to use my voice to talk about an evil that is so taboo and deranging that we, as a society, give it the power and strength to poison our world. This evil is known by the name of rape.
Rape is such an uncomfortable and scary subject that people find it easier not to address or confront it, thus enabling it to fester and grow and survive in the shadows. By not openly talking about a matter as serious as rape, we give it more power. We, as a society, seem so uncomfortable discussing rape that we often blame the victims of assault rather than dealing with the issue as a whole, its roots and its perpetrators.
On the other hand, shining a light on this issue and addressing it directly can be an effective way to lessen its impact, spread awareness and help create the world we want to live in. Our voices can become weapons of dissuasion on tools of empowerment.
Of course, it is for the victims of assault to choose for themselves whether to speak out or not, according to what they think is better for them… but the ones who speak up shouldn’t be the ones left to live in shame, guilt, and fear. The perpetrators and the ones who protect them are the ones that should be carrying this burden.
Our common preconception of rape is biased. We often picture a man, lurking in a dark alleyway waiting for his prey to come. More often than not the perpetrators are someone the victim trusts. The gap between preconception and reality can be so great that it introduces doubts into our minds when we consider specific situations, especially involving people we know.
In my case, the man who assaulted me is <Name Redacted>. He is a respected artist in the community, someone who makes things happen, someone who empowers the people he sees potential in. He is a supporter of the #MeToo movement and of feminism in general. I mention this because even people who represent themselves as allies are capable of this evil. It is good we are having more conversations about rape and consent but obviously there is still much to do.
Now, you might be wondering why I Choose to say his name. I would like to make it clear that my goal here is to encourage conversation, not to trigger a witch hunt, campaign of hate, or any sort of violent reprisal. My intention is simply to encourage a conversation about this issue. Let’s speak more openly about this painful and difficult matter on all levels: in a private or public sphere, with your partner, with your friends, with your students etc. We all have the power to change society and make it a better place for everyone.
Yet calling a girl out on this would never work, they simply can’t accept being wrong or at blame.
The weirdest part is, the tagged perpetrator, is the first to comment and they are still on speaking terms it seems.
However, I’m rather glad someone called her out on this:
This girl here, instead of reporting her assault to the authorities, writes a huge Facebook post about it, tags the beta that “assaulted” her, then stays Facebook friends with him. How much of an assault was it really? Girls will easily ruin a mans career and future by misusing these tools against rape, yet nobody will hold them accountable for their actions, as society will always treat them as the victim and cradle them as children.
Honestly, this is becoming a joke. It’s about fitting in, “Oh you got an iPhone X? And you got assaulted? Girl, me too! #metoo!”