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Almost caught.


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”


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


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


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.

Busy London


I was in London recently on a short trip to sort out some business for an upcoming project. I was lucky enough to have a few days off towards the end of the trip, it had me thinking about the night life scene in London and encouraged me to explore further.

I was astounded at all the subcultures and genres of venues throughout the city. I always had mixed feelings about living in the global mega cities as it would be tough to really get to the top of the social scene. However, the scene in London is rather segregated, allowing you to find your niche and explore further niches too.

Being rather high up where I live now is a great feeling, although it’s not London or New York, it’s still a rather large city with fantastic amenities and infrastructure. I enjoy being high up in the pecking order through both reputation and foreign status. I thought being the big fish in a medium sized pond wasn’t such a bad deal at all. The drawback is that you’ll always have that desire to check out the highest of highs, and given my ambitious nature it does appeal to me somewhat. However, the sacrifices, and lifestyle pulls me back from committing to somewhere like London at this stage. I still have nights where things didn’t go according to planned and I wonder if a move to a top global city would be better. At the moment the status, and variety where I am offers me enough enjoyment to keep me here, how long that lasts, I’m yet to find out.

Happy New Year!

2015 was a dramatic year with lots of crazy experiences and reference moments for me, 2016, I can’t wait to build on it and start some new things which will undoubtedly keep me rather busy for the next few years. A long-term return to the depression of Melbourne is still an unlikely option for the next 3-5 years, and I’ll try my best to avoid it.





Put one foot after another, and continue. In time you’ll turn around and see how far you’ve come and the path you’ve left behind.

In the age of innovation and technology there’s no doubting that men are competing with technology in order to maintain the attention of women. In the past, a woman would be happy to receive male attention in a face-to-face form, these days, a merely average woman, is now inundated excessively thirsty men from online mediums thus creating an ego which is far beyond what her looks warrant. It’s a sad state we find many societies experiencing in the modern day. In an era of Facebook updates, Instagram selfies, Tinder swiping and Twitter RT’s, there’s no wonder how inflated the female ego has become.

I re-visited a city which I first visited 2012, this city was a hidden gem back then with a plentiful supply of nightlife options, attractive women and decent cost of living. I experienced the deepest carnal pleasures imaginable and delved deep into the adventure which many men dream of. I knew this experience was to be only present for a short lived period of time and after eventually leaving the city I had numerous thoughts of the amazing times I had.

Three years passed and in 2015, I returned, knowing my experiences from 2012 would probably fail to be replicated but secretly hoping they were. I returned to immense disappointment whereby I saw a hefty decline in the women and the city.  The bulk of the girls were glued to their smartphones and spent the majority of their night texting friends and random dudes who were in other clubs down the street. I saw girls with gross ear gauges and heavily tattooed. They had become fatter on average and dressed much worse.

I felt sadness as I knew this wasn’t totally a surprise, most cities I have re-visited only worsen upon my second visit.  I walked out from the venues where I had experienced so much success in the past and walked slowly down the main street in a confused state, my drive in this place was greatly diminished and I had lost the determination which I once had here.

When I visit new cities, I get a jolt of energy, an urge to succeed, a desire to fulfil, on this occassion returning to my past glory wasn’t to be.

The LA Sellout


LA is probably the most pretentious place in the world. Recently an American born Asian skank I encountered validated my initial views on LA.

A bit of background, she’s American born but lived around the world and speaks 5 languages, studying in University in the states now and recently took a gap year and moved to LA in order to make some money.

Sounds innocent enough, right?

She told me about her being a virgin until late January this year (At age 22) and since then she has banged 55 guys in the eight months since then. She’s been in LA for around two months and the vast majority of those 55 guys came in those last two months. In an age of Tinder bangs and random smashes from the street it wasn’t a surprise for me at all, so was she really hot? Not at all, maybe a 6 at best, but the thirst is so strong these days the most successful highest value guys are happy to dumpster dive to the extreme in order to get their dick wet.

Oh and what does she do for work? Works as a Cam Model for some of those online sites where eunuchs hang out to get some sort of sexual exposure. Solid effort.

I was curious to know more about the mindset of this carousel rider. I asked her where in Los Angeles she lives, she then told me she just slams dudes in order to have a place to stay for the night. It’s also common for her to regularly bang 3-4 guys a day, sometimes one for breakfast, one for lunch and a three-way for dinner, all meals, rides and accommodation provided of course. The herbified men of the west really do boost the ego’s of the modern skanks a lot.


The funniest part of this was she was now trying to leverage her sluttery in order to bang movie stars, after already banging semi-well known male models, start up CEO’s and online personalities. Hypergamy unleashed.

Cherry Blossoms


Summer was in full swing, the hot humid weather in Asia was taking its toll on me, although I despised winter so much back in Melbourne the exceedingly humid summers in Asia were probably just as uncomfortable.

I saw her on the underground subway station. Tall, long dark hair, large eyes. From the way that she carried herself, from the confidence in her walk to the directness in her stare, she seemed different. I talked to her. Exchanged brief details and set up a time to meet up in the future.

She was from Japan, it was rather obvious all along, her sense of style should have given it away. When we met up, I noticed her gaze was held so much more deeper than most of the girls I encounter here. Her girl-charm and peaceful demeanour made it impossible not to be attracted to her. The other thing that I noticed was her sense of romanticism, after slowly becoming jaded from a lifestyle which highlights the dark side of women it was probably what I needed.

After realising how much aligned in our philosophies and outlooks on life it was evident that this girl was not just another pump and dump project. This was further re-asserted when I asked her when she last went to Japan, her response was as follows:

“It’s interesting, in the last 18 months or so I’ve been back three times, once cause I missed my family, once cause my grandma was sick and the last time because I really missed Cherry Blossoms”.

As she finished that sentence, I felt this comfort towards her that was impossible to explain, her traditional family values were on display coupled with her romantic and impulsive side too. I could totally relate, I’ve travelled overseas randomly due to missing a landscape that I loved or a venue that I missed do deeply. Call me foolish or irresponsible but having some impulse towards things that make us happy is honestly the aspect which keeps us human and not live a robotic existence.

Over the coming days I glared over pictures of Cherry Blossoms and my desire to see them in person is growing. Although out of season right now, I’ll definitely check them out next year.

Hazy Monday


*Beep Beep Beep Beep*

My alarm goes off.

7:00am, Monday morning.

I wake up to a scent of smoke which lingers on my shirt from the venue last night. Still tired, I wake up and shower swiftly. Upon my exit from the shower, I discover there’s a girl asleep in the lounge room. I honestly had no re-collection of how she got there. After waking her up she tries to make out with me. She was attractive, around an 8, but I was still a little baffled. She told me a little about herself, it made no impression with my memory. She apparently sleep walks and ended up in my lounge room somehow.

I hear the thunderous sounds from outside and call her a cab, preventing her from experiencing the walk of shame to the Metro station.

In a haze of amnesia, I start my short commute to my first meeting of the day. Piece by piece, flashbacks return of the night before. I remember being watched through a window by a girl, in a creepy way, it wasn’t particularly desired by me, the person also wasn’t someone I respected, which meant she was probably not hot.

I remember bumping into a friend also on the way out, it felt so long ago as it was earlier on in the night.

After going through my phone I looked at some of the photos and messages from last night. The mayhem started coming back to me. I look like a semi-famous pseudo-celebrity in this city and have been asked for many photos by people over the past few weeks. This small time fame has lead me to finding some rather wealthy people here and join some elite social circles. Many top venues let me skip lines, don’t charge me for purchases and give me preferential treatment purely due to being associated with certain people. This so called fame, has lead to many groupies and being roofied isn’t a surprise anymore. Here I was thinking only women get date raped..




A period of success, hard work and driven motive can often exhaust even the most willing and energetic men.

These fatigue spells come and go in cycles for me. I came to a new place, full of energy, blinded by the bright lights, encouraged by the local beauty and motivated by the new challenge. Time passed, I continued to work, succeed, and prosper. These successes lead to changes where by I would only oblige in slaying the highest quality and most feminine women available to me. My spare time declined and I simply had no desire in slaying anything that was just “above average” instead seeking the top tier talent.

My goals changed, my measures of successes had changed, had I changed as a person also? Experiences change former experiences, it’s no secret. It is through your experiences in life whereby you grow as a person. Of course I had changed, I learnt more, discovered more, and experienced feelings that were potentially foreign to me previously.

This journey however took away the drive that I had upon my arrival, I wasn’t freshly landed with a large quantity of motivation any more. I became more and more picky with who I spent time with, more and more critical with any flaws I noticed and less and less attached to people that came and went.

The rest period was inevitable, I’ll still do what I do best, but at a different working pace. My energy might be better spent towards other pursuits and passions during this period.

I have little doubt that I’ll rekindle the flame that burnt so brightly just over half a year ago.


They Come To Me


 “There is a big difference between me and these other gentlemen: They all pay their women, and all my women pay me!”

It was late, 2am on a cold winter night in Shanghai.

Terry, my Israeli friend, sends me a text disclosing his location and to come join him.

I lie in my bed looking up at my hotels wall-mounted television. I’m at the crossroads, I take my time to weigh up the chances of another night out versus a good nights sleep. As usual, I took the option of heading out and exploring.

Terry had lived in Shanghai for a number of years, his fluent Chinese, piercing blue eyes and wealthy background made him quite the catch in China. He had infiltrated the elite social circles and was known to frequent the trendiest of night spots in the city.

As I get out of the cab and walk to the club, I notice a line extending far back into the crowded street. I estimate the wait time to enter the club being somewhere exceeding one hour given the lack of movement I was witnessing. Suddenly, I receive a tap on my shoulder, it was a bouncer who tells me to enter through the other entrance. As I walk past the crowd I notice the great quality of the beauty tonight, it was pleasing to see, I saw other regulars skipping the line as the doormen cordially greeted them.

I walked inside, and was greeted with an view of the club, huge dancefloor, lusciously decorated lounges and well placed tables. Terry had a table, with an ensemble of three girls sitting close to him. We exchanged pleasantries and a few stories as we started talking. After a few minutes I noticed that these girls weren’t friends of Terry’s, they were simply girls that met tonight. He worked the table like a raconteur, giving just the right amount of attention to each girl as he meticulously calculated which one he’d target for later. I was noticing a lot of attention from people at the club towards our table, I had to take full advantage. I walked to the bar, grabbed a drink and worked away.

As I walked I noticed a girl, very pretty, maybe a 9, smiling from a distance, we both briefly paused before saying a word, I touched her on the hip and she told me she was looking for her friend but will be back to dance with me in a moment. Just after this, I notice a foreign girl, who appeared to be Swedish come up to me and attempt to make small talk. I genuinely needed to go to take a piss and politely told her I’d be back in a moment. Once I was back, she was engaged in deep conversation with her friend so I went back to Terry’s table.

“The girls, they do all the work here it seems” I said. He agreed, mentioning how far backwards his game has gone since moving to Shanghai. “In most countries women hold the power and you approach them, here they come to me” he boasted. I had to agree, for me I felt it was a rather easy playing field. All the hard work men put in around the work approaching like dogs for average to slightly above average women was simply being ridiculed by us on this night. Terry mentioned his last few bangs have been girls simply asking him something along the lines of “Can we leave together now?”. Many of my friends, and plugged in acquaintances from back home would protest that his was a lie, but I genuinely believed it. The status we created from being the unique well dressed and charming foreigners  was amazing. Backed up with Terry’s fluent Chinese it was little surprise how Shanghai was his little pond which he had conquered.

After smashing the first girl later that night I laid peacefully in my bed staring at the ceiling and pondering what city I would attempt to conquer next..