Inside The University of Melbourne

 “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..

I was in a country where I knew very few people.

I couldn’t speak the local language and was struggling with culture shock. The weather sucked, and I was sick. Struggling to get up every day and face the city. I was left vulnerable. I had no safety net. I had nobody to rescue me.

The only “friends” I had made were the types that I was intimate with in bed.

I had no understanding of the medical system here, nobody to really assist. I was also struggling to find quality food to eat and was regularly skipping meals as the local food was so unhealthy. I felt a bit… lonely. So what do I do?

I use the girls I’m banigng as tour guides, as assistants, as shopping helpers. Am I whoring out? I don’t think so.

They are supremely feminine and are more than happy to help me. They don’t complain, they don’t nag, they aren’t snark nor arrogant. They know their place in this world, they understand their biology and behave accordingly.

Although I’m far from home and without any connection to home, I simply wouldn’t have it any other way. I really don’t want to keep many ties back to the toxic atmosphere of the west and would happily live away from it for as long as possible.

There came a time when I realised my environment was the limiting factor. I realised that slowly I had shifted so far from the belief systems and ideologies that the majority of my cities inhibitants had engrained within them, that I felt alienated.

These days I don’t even want to read the news from anywhere in the west, garbage like false rape accusations, feminist propaganda, social justice warriors, they simply don’t apply to my current environment. Reading about it ruins my mood and reaffirms my disguist with the west. Why would I want to depress myself with the poison that brews freely from back home? Let the individuals who are directly involved deal with that.

I’m sure you’ve travelled, anyone can have a 3 week holiday every year and get stereotypical commercial tour like everyone else, but to truely get away from things is to take the plunge and live or travel off the beaten path where it’s just you and the raw culture of a foreign desitnation. Where you’re forced to adapt and survive. Where you leave yourself vulnerable. It’s times like these you really grow as a human being.

It was a Wednesday night and I met up with a girl whose number I got on the weekend. She was around a 7, not spectacular but decent enough to smash and discard.

She moved to the city from interstate and lived walking distance from my work.

I did the usual, drinks at a bar nearby, followed by a quick snack and walk. We soon went back to her place to “hang out”. She lived with 2 other girls who were of a similar age to her. Given their relaxed response to me walking in to their place, I’m assumed these three were pretty slutty.

So we have a few drinks at her place and one of her friends asks me for advice about a guy she is keen on. This girl is probably a 6 at best, nothing special at all, a bit chubby and definitely carousel-ridden. She shows me a guys Facebook and the messages they’ve been exchanging. The guy was a good-looking guy who definitely would pump and dump her, this was fully confirmed when I read the messages they exchanged. He simply did not give a shit if she spread or not. He rightfully was not going to put in too much effort into a girl he’d classify as a minor step above jerking off.

Now this girl thinks she is “HOT AS SHIT” that a guy so much better looking than her is considering dumping a carefree fuck into her. That’s the problem with the modern girl, they fail to understand that their romantic worth is not derived from the highest quality guy that is willing to dump a perfunctory fuck into her used holes, it’s the highest value guy that is willing to commit.

So, I got the bang and left her place.

Fast forward a few more weeks

The girl I banged texted me for a random bang which was convenient for me as I was out in the city and not far from her place that night. We met up and went to her room, she told me how her friend and the guy had sex and he ignored her after that. Her friend was heartbroken. I can imagine how little of a fuck the guy gives.

I said “Oh that’s a real pity” whilst in my head thinking “Heh.. surprise, surprise”.

Girls these days will never betray their hypergamy. A girl will waste her best years doing what was described here, then when she’s ready to settle well into her 30’s, she will find an average chump to marry. She will compare him to the “douche bags” that gave her those tingles back in her 20’s. The chump loses as he is married to a carousel-ridden slore who wasted her best years. The girl loses as she is bitter and jaded from all the empty sexual encounters and will always feel as if she had to “settle” for an average guy for something long term.

So who wins? The “douche bag” that gets some easy sex and doesn’t have to worry about the plain Jane that he just pumped and dumped.

My Message to you all:

Girls: Don’t be that girl.

Guys: Don’t be that chump, Be that other guy.

One night can change a lot.

She was dressed stunningly, dark knee-high boots, tight jeans and a leather jacket. Waking slowly past me, I simply couldn’t just let her go. I approached her on the street, being rather direct and leaving her somewhat surprised. I kept it simple, brief details about myself, and open ended questions which endorsed her to speak. Based on her body language, she was shy but somewhat interested. We exchanged numbers and made plans to catch up for a drink on Saturday night.

As Saturday rolled around, she mentioned over text how she’s very punctual. In modern times, where flaking is at an all-time high, this seemed almost sarcastic.

Normally, I would go to a venue a little late since most girls can never make it anywhere on time, this time round I thought I’d take a chance and show up a little early to see if she’s actually true to her world, and if she wasn’t, that would be my initial tease to get her to buy the first round of drinks. However, to my pleasant surprise, she was there, exactly on time, not a minute late. Dressed well in a dark pea coat and lighter dress. I already felt a little bit more positive.

In a crowded bar, with no spare seating areas, we ended up just standing and talking, closely. She mentioned earlier she worked in “Healthcare”. I knew she seemed a bit smart and was probably a doctor but initially guessed that she’s a “Naughty Nurse!” and waited for to correct me with a small giggle, and that’s exactly what happened.

Her shyness meant I had to lead the conversations, and do most of the talking initially, trying to build comfort with innocent girls can often be a challenge. I had to ramble about some of the most boring medical topics in order to get her talking. She simply loved her job which left her with not much time to meet people. Based on what I’ve been told by relatives and friends I suddenly appeared to be knowledgeable about the Medical field and her goals, which got her talking about her aspirations, dreams and hopes. When a girl starts talking about these sorts of things, it signals her level of comfort increasing which was a great sign.

We found an empty lounge and got closer, talking more about my views, opinions and life. This got her engaged and contributing substantially. She moved here from overseas when she was fourteen, attending boarding school then studying Medicine at the same University which I attended. Finishing Medical School, two years ago, she finally discovered which specialisation she’s interested in. She explained her choice and reasoning and I soon understood how well it matched her personality based on her interaction with me so far.

As I slowly started sexualising the conversation, I got an idea of her sexual experience, it was refreshingly low. In a world where everyone fucks everyone, innocence can be somewhat alluring.

It turns out she’s only dated one guy before and has never had any other male sexual partners, and it was around four years ago. Since then she’s experimented and had relationships with women.

On her insistence, we started walking back to her place, she mentioned how she’s only been hit on by two men besides me in her life, and one was her ex-boyfriend. To me it seemed a little odd that a girl living in the western world, who was approaching a rating of 8 based solely on looks was being given such little male attention. She even stated that she started beginning experimenting with women since they approach her more than men.

We got to her place and went to the bedroom and chatted some more, exchanging sensual kisses and slowly removing clothing. Her body was firm and skin very soft. Her voice was sensual when she spoke in my ear.

The sex was gentle as it had been such a long time since she was last penetrated. She mentioned earlier she’s so tight that she struggles to get tampons inside her cooch. She was timid and self-conscious by constantly asking me if I was enjoying it. The majority of carousel-ridden girls these days are like porno directors giving instructions and faking excessive noises, being a tad shy and timid was a welcome change.

We lied in bed, talking more and relaxing. She mentioned it was 4:33AM and if it was alright if she fell asleep in my arms. I asked her if it’s ok if I left instead since in reality she would sleep better without me there and I would sleep well in my bed back at home.

I made it back home and ended up sleeping at 5:30, waking up only a few hours later without feeling tired.

I had a spring in my step the next morning, not the usual sex afterglow, but more so thinking about some of the stories and philosophies we exchanged and shared. It’s rare these days that I respect any girls that I meet and bang on the first night but she definitely left a positive and potentially lasting impression. It gave me a little hope that there are some girls with amazing qualities still present within the Western World, free from the corruption of feminism and modern societal trends. Possessing clear goals, being feminine, smart, looking attractive and not being carousel ridden – how often are all those qualities ever present in the same woman?

Helsinki, Finland
Early 2014.

After an all-night ferry party from Stockholm to Helsinki, I was depleted and couldn’t wait to check into my apartment for a huge nap.

After rejuvenating, I took a walk through the city to get a taste of the local talent. Finnish girls were naturally pretty possessing blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. However, they definitely did not appear feminine, dressing very sloppy and often looking like they spent a total of 30 seconds on their grooming collectively in the last fortnight. They also had weird haircuts that looked more scary than attractive as well as excessive tattoos which lead me to think some girls were mutated.

I approached a few locals and begun asking around for good night spots. I noticed the women here were pretty dull, friendly but very “cookie-cutter” they lacked the excitement and engagement of other countries. Since I was only spending a week here I wasn’t too worried.

After racking up a list of places to check out for the week, I went back to my apartment and plotted out the best nights to visit each venue. My week seemed pretty filled during each night.

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I had two venues to check out on my first night, both of which were suggested to me multiple times by locals and judging from the online comments, I was feeling pretty confident of getting my Finnish flag on the first night in Helsinki.

The first venue was a basic bar with a small dance floor, I was rolling solo this week unlike Montreal (Which occurred after this) so I had to psyche myself up and get into the social mood. I talked to a few random girls in order to get into the mood, one of which seemed very interested, commenting on my foreign accent and appearance. Her friends weren’t cock-blocking and were openly flirting with many guys in the venue.
After spending time in Stockholm, I knew all about The Law of Jante and had to hold back on my usual game. It was difficult, I felt like I was purposely sandbagging myself  and appearing boring in order to make progress. In Australia or the US, that would’ve been a notch-killer but here it seemed to be working. This girl started talking about how people cared too much about the way they dress and basically tried to justify the sloppy dress sense most of the girls in Helsinki had. I knew there was no point trying to get into some debate with her so I just agreed and nodded, whilst touching her. I had seen guys getting blown out in Stockholm, due to being outspoken and learnt rather swiftly that being boring like a piece of cardboard was the way to go in Scandinavia.

This girl continued to go on her random rants and criticisms of the modern world, many of which I could’ve commented towards as I didn’t agree on most her rants but knowing the people in Scandinavia being so sensitive to opposing viewpoints, I kept quite by changing topics or making very generic remarks.  We kissed under an hour (Slow by Scandinavian standards, I know) and I suggested that we go check out another venue. Now, there’s a couple of reasons I wanted to do this, first of all, to get her away from her friends, who although weren’t cock blockers could end up costing me the notch in the event this girl feels the need to “look after” one of them later on in the night as they get further intoxicated. The second reason is that I wanted to check out this other venue so I could see what the talent was like before I visit it again later on in the week. Her friends didn’t really care about us heading elsewhere (Thank you Scandinavian culture!).

After entering the new venue, the girl and I grabbed a round of shots before dancing. Judging from her continual grinding against my crouch I could see she was pretty horny and down. I was still feeling pretty tired from the night before and honestly wanted to get the bang sooner rather than later. I walked her out of the club and to my apartment, for a “quick drink and some music”, she didn’t object.

Once we were in there was no resistance at all, she was a lot more aggressive in the privacy of my apartment. The sex was decent, very physical and rough. After banging twice on the couch she fell asleep. I took a close look at her, she looked like she was in a deep sleep so I decided not to wake her. I walked back to my bedroom and fell asleep in an instant only to find her next to me when I woke up in the early hours of the morning.

When I woke up later that morning, she was already dressed and ready to head home. She asked me not to get up and grabbed her stuff and made her way out.

Finnish flag captured.

Although I got my flag I didn’t really feel satisfied. I felt the need to continue to slay slores throughout the week.

The remainder of the week was rather cold. I got further success on the back-end of my stay in Helsinki but the high cost of living and horrible weather enticed me to stay in and relax.

It’s no surprise that most of the girls in Scandinavia lack femininity despite genetically possessing very desirable aesthetics. The culture of equality and cock-riding in your youth appears to have worked well for girls who are willing to spread their legs to random men with such ease. Being a foreigner who wasn’t staying long in town didn’t seem to change a thing, their openness at sex is a positive characteristic if you’re looking to slay some decent poon without substantial effort.

Montreal, Canada
Early 2014

I swiftly trudged through the winter snow, walking to my apartment. It was cold, dreary and dark. Shivering as I took off my coat, I contemplated what warm weather my friends back in Australia were experiencing.

Tired after endless partying the last few days, I was in no mood to go out on this Saturday night.

As I lied in my bed succumbing to the prospect of a night-in, a sudden realisation struck me, I gathered that I simply could not waste my last Saturday in Montreal lying in bed. The looming depression of returning to Melbourne the following week urged me to get up, shower and prepare to hit the town.

I called my French friend, Pierre, who suggested I join him at a bar that he described as “Amazing” when it came to quality that night.

Pierre was a Parisian living in Montreal, his intense work hours in Paris lead him to move overseas and start working in a new field. His sarcasm and thick French accent made him a great guy to hang out with in Montreal. These days, most people begin to get boring quickly but his stories always brought great entertainment and kept me laughing perpetually.

At the bar I met a short French girl with a lip piercing. She was very attractive and after expressing to her that I was a foreigner she ordered rounds of shots for both of us, after taking it she swiftly kissed me and whispered in her noticeable French accent “Australian’s are fun”. I lead her to a couch where we sat away from the bar.

After spending another fifteen minutes bantering I realised how boring she was, visibly getting disinterested she asked me “Am I boring you?”

“Oh most definitely not, you’re really exciting, do go on, please do!” I replied sarcastically

She paused then giggled it off

“How about we go for a walk” I suggested, while leading her hand towards the exit.

She complied.

My French friend, busy working away on a girl himself winked as I past him on the way out.

As we begun walking out, her phone went off, and it was one of her friends, she sounded excited over the phone and after hanging up she says “Sorry, my friends have a surprise for me, I have to go!”.

Disappointed, we exchange numbers in the hope of meeting up later that night. My expectations were low.

I went back in the bar and noticed my friend was now drinking alone, we both updated each other and surprisingly he also had an incident of the girl leaving mid-conversation.

We both left the bar and headed out to another venue, a mere 5 minute walk away.

My first few approaches in the new bar didn’t go far. Then I noticed my friend making out with a hipster-looking girl. I couldn’t give up now. I scouted the room looking around for a girl who is open to being approached.

There was nothing, I was swiftly losing hope and was ready to make the walk back home. As I was about to leave I noticed a tall, dark-haired Russian girl who looked quite relaxed chatting with two female friends. I went and talked to her, luckily her friends weren’t epic cockblockers and were not too disruptive. After cockblocked horrendously in Toronto this was a welcome surprise. It turned this girl lived in Sydney for 6 months and loves Australia. Her vibe was warm, often teaching me words in Russian and holding strong eye contact. I asked her to come to the bar with me to grab a drink but more so to get her away from her friends.

On the walk to the bar, I looked around noticed my Pierre had disappeared, I was hoping to do the same.

After a round of drinks, she seemed quite receptive to my touch and getting physically closer. I went for the kiss and let her do the rest. We talked a bit more and then asked if she wants to go to another bar. After saying bye to her friends I thought to myself “Hmm.. screw this let’s just fast forward it”

“Hey, you know, I’m staying nearby, you want to drop by my apartment and listen to some music?” I asked.

“Um.. Ok” she said with slight hesitation.

“We can have a drink there instead” I replied with a smirk.

Whilst walking back to my apartment, I felt the vibration from my phone, the short girl from earlier texted me.

“Hey, you still out? Come meet me at _____ (Name of a nearby bar)”

I don’t respond.

Once in my apartment, the thought of listening to tunes disappears, luckily it turns out this Russian girl is quite the minx, throwing me on my bed and taking my pants off within minutes. She had a slim, pale body with long legs and a giant appetite for sex. She loved to be dominated and this turned me on. I could tell this girl really knew how to please a man.

Whilst whispering dirty words in Russian during sex I kept hearing vibrations from my phone, I tried not to think about what they could be in relation to.

“That was… incredible!” she declared, before she lied down and took a quick nap.

While she napped I read through the texts from the other girl.

There were a few.

“Hey, you still out?”

“Where are you?”

“Come to _____ (Bar name)”

“Let’s have drinks at my place”

The prospect of a second girl forced me to quickly think of an excuse to get the Russian girl to leave. I walked to my bathroom and faked a phone conversation with a “Friend”, once I walked back I explained to the Russian girl that my friend was quite drunk and needs my help, “I have to head out now”.

She offered to come with me but I insisted she should just head home instead. She definitely believed me and ended up walking home after exchanging some deep kisses with me.

After leading the Russian girl out, I called the other one.

“Hey, where are you?” I asked

“I’m at home, you?” she replied

“Um.. I had to come home for something, but I’ll come meet up with you”

“Ok, I’ll text you my address!”

After texting me details of her residence I begin the walk in the cold snow to her place, I think to myself, “God, this has got to be the easiest night in a while, I really don’t want to go back to Melbourne” The depressing thought of returning home just clouded my mind the entire walk. Back to entitled slores, back to horrible female attitudes, back to sausage fested clubs with thirsty men giving ugly girls validation and egos. I had to force myself to regroup and think about the mission at hand instead.

Once arriving, she immediately lead me into the bedroom and we got down to business. I’d say the Russian was a 9 in Sexual ability and this girl was around a 3. She just didn’t turn me on as much, and her blowjobs just didn’t compare, who knows, less experience maybe?

After the deed was done she poured me a drink and opened up about her family, friends and life in Montreal. Girls really do open up after sex, you can almost ask the anything then, great phenomenon. Turns out she was a student originally from Bordeaux who was spending a semester in Montreal, being away from the prying eyes of her local friends and family clearly means she’s down for some regular random dick. She lacked the warmth and femininity of the Russian girl earlier.

It was late, and I was tired. I contemplated leaving but she asked me to stay as she wanted to cuddle to sleep, I still felt like leaving but her puppy dog eyes and the cold weather outside made me stay. I told her we can go out for breakfast in the morning.

I woke up and noticed a boasting text from Pierre. “+1 Slammed! How did you go?”

I responded with “+2 Russian and French, Hahaha!”

I put my phone down and thought to myself , thank god I didn’t stay at home last night before going back to sleep.