Upswing

Normally I’d make a deserved disparaging comment right now but goddamn I must admit Sophie Mudd is looking good….

My self imposed abstinence came to a literal explosive end today, as the Ukrainian ex-model offered herself up to me under her ‘come around, fuck & leave’ arrangement. After two weeks of nothing I must admit I was champing at the bit quite considerably. Although I should have been feeling fine & for the most part was, I did notice my mood was dropping somewhat. Not in a depressed sense but more in a flat kind of way. What had previously been the main way I’d inject excitement into my otherwise still relatively interesting but for me staid existance had been sacrificed into an admittedly probably worthwhile break. While hayfever season & not sleeping enough for various reasons had killed my libido, as the need to take tablets & better ways to sleep fell into place (as well as simply not having any sex), I found myself raging. I met an incredibly attractive Czech divorcee yesterday & was a little worried I’d find myself jumping on her on our first meeting, I even had to relieve myself before meeting her – very out of character for me.

Looking ahead we have had a few new challengers come to the fore, which in a change of approach I won’t reel off here until something of note actually happens. As mentioned in my previous post, I am taking a more tactical approach & hoping mostly for dissatisfied wives & hopeful needy girls. I like nice girls & am never nasty to any girl – I’ll just stop communicating with her if required. But it’s clear my future doesn’t lie here & as mentioned before, they’re all too quick to change their minds. Even the Ukrainian chick I mentioned earlier who is very cool, wouldn’t surprise me if she suddenly ‘starts seeing someone’ & so ‘can we just be friends’. I simply embrace it & move onto the next.

I’m very surprised when I look around where I reside & have been for over the last two years. I am staying here because frankly it’s easy money & I have my musical career at a crucial step. But insofar as dating, it truly is one of the most inexplicable places I’ve ever been. There are literally no indicators of interest whatsoever from women generally speaking. Whereas previously I wouldn’t think twice about approaching a girl, here it’s a complete waste of time ninty percent of the time. And when I say ‘waste of time’, I don’t just mean getting refused as I couldn’t give a flying fuck about that. It’s completely unrewarding & inconsistant. Even before approaching most women, you rarely get that spark where the eyes lock & that tension is waiting for one of you to break open the tension. I love that. Here however, you may just think ‘she’d be fun to fuck’ because admittedly a reasonable amount of the girls here have excellent figures, so you step in. But within seconds of speaking, you realise you’ve got literally nothing to work with. Either I drastically deteriorated over the last couple of years or they’ve got some sort of personality defect. It’s surreal – on one hand I look at the girls I’ve been banging over the last year & without meaning to sound arrogant, most of them are hot & most men would agree. They’re not disputable, although admittedly not super hot either. But then, only jacked up, tattooed wankers or indignified rich men who turn a blind eye to her looking lustfully at every aforementioned wanker tend to end up with the super hots. As is often said, there is no such thing as a ‘ten’. I could get women like that if I really put my mind to it these days (in even recent younger years my game was raw & I reverted into a desperate beta at key moments) but nowadays, I’m not going to put serious time & effort into any woman. There’s so many other things I’d rather be doing & the long game is only reserved for those very few women I meet who I really want to sleep with. Nowadays it’s pretty brutal & direct. I’ve never been one to send dick pictures but I’ll bust out the abs from time to time, just to plant the seed in their mind. Then it’s a drink or preferably getting some food together to get the first meeting out the way, & then I’m finding a way to invite them to my place, which everyone knows is a indirect ‘would you like me to fuck you’ invite. I prefer eating out of those two incidentally… But in any case, the lack of sexuality here is incredible. There are a few Latina’s hanging about who seem to still like sex, but overall it’s dire. And while it doesn’t impinge upon my own self esteem, some of the guys you see with certain girls is unreal. I mean, totally different leagues. And no, it’s clearly not because of superior game, because one look at them will tell you immediately they’re just beta boys who’ve sold themselves to fashion & trends, at the cost of being a person with something fucking interesting about them.

My day job is killing me. Once upon a time I thought to earn the sums of money I saw & am earning now would be neigh on impossible, but here I’ve been for a number of years now, often wondering how scandelous it is that I get paid what I do, for what I’m actually doing. And I’m actually producing deliverables. There’s people who literally just attend meetings all day & barely say a word, before cashing in a few hundred for the day. The way the world is going however, I feel I may have to endure it for a few more years. Perhaps it is a sign of ageing but I don’t think I’ve ever seen the world in such a mess as it is now. The UK is seemingly falling to pieces. Venezuela is being destroyed by a tyrant. ISIS runs rampant in the Middle East, who in their spare time are continually fighting amongst themselves, & the US sells them weapons while their own people starve. The gap between the rich & poor grows greater every day, & the basic fundamentals of human interaction have been lost to the cancer that is social media. It’s quite frankly shit, & a lot of the reason I concentrate on securing my own future as soon as possible. I operate quietly, in the shadows, not boasting of my wealth or conquests to practically anyone, which is a far cry from the previous days where I would advertise my sexual conquests & financial earnings to any & all that would listen, almost in defiance to all the cunts throughout my history who wrought ill upon me. Now, I leave them to their own fates unconcerned, which is in almost every case worse than anything I could do to them. Man & women desolate themselves in the name of peer acceptance.

I have many people who’d like to align themselves with me, as they see how I’ve done my best to maximise what cards I was dealt from my genetics. Girls want to get serious with me. Men want to train with me, or hang out with me. They want me to teach them how to fight. But why would I ever help anyone who asks me to help them for nothing, when they clearly have means to do it themselves? If it were someone without means, I would feel compelled anyway to help them. I’m always happy to help kids learn things when they ask for example. But when it comes to adults, there’s no fucking excuse. Most people complain about their lives without making any effort to either change or explore the possiblities out there.

~ Unjaded

Idiotic Narcissists

Jennifer Casula, one of the next up & coming… ermm….

The self imposed female isolation continued this week, & the attrition is hilariously in full effect. With women unable to justify why they’d continue to see someone who isn’t giving them the attention they’re getting from elsewhere, their head starts to turn & someone else enters the frame in your position. Remember, you’re playing a role. Filling a gap in their narcissistic little universe. Women place the concept of ‘being loved’ over anything else, which is why they can be very open to sex with other people. It’s only when they think about things, that the rational mind starts to kick in, which is why one should never propose anything sexual to a girl in direct terms. Get her in the situation which will practically be the same  & that will be that.

One of the wisest things I’ve ever heard & incorporated into my life, is the importance of judging people by their actions, rather than what they say. It’s become laughably easy to stir up a psychological bees nest in the middle of their ‘holier than thou’ performance they call their day to day life, & before you know it they’ve become so intrigued by this exciting lone wolf, they’ve imagined you to be the best fuck in the world & just ‘have’ to find out. Make some obvious but understood ruse to get them into privacy, & before you know it you’re banging someone else’s girlfriend / wife.

Of the few male friends with whom I share these types of experiences with, I am not judged but understandably queried as to if I feel any sort of guilt around what I do. The simple answer to that is ‘not in the slightest’. This has occured (the woman fucking someone else) in what I estimate to be about seventy five percent of relationships these days; not on an ongoing basis necessarily but certainly for a ‘one off’ or somesuch. It’s increasingly rare to find any couple entirely happy with their situation, because I believe we are regressing to our base instincts as the influence of religion wanes & is replaced by the consumerist ‘take as much as you can’ mentality. Anyone with even a bit of sense will see this has the double benefit of not only increasing corporate sales, but also dividing people ever further, as idiots speak up for their chosen merchandise as though they are paid lobbyists for the company themselves. This diseased mentality pervades modern relationships, as the tempting call of something more always echoes in the ears of the stupid; them never satisfied with their lot. There’s always someone who understands them better, someone who is a better lover, someone who has a bigger dick & so on. But inevitably they get burnt & then pragmatism starts to kick in. Women compartmentalise men to serve their needs, providing there’s no risk. They effectively use men as tools to service their needs, said needs of which take presedence over anyone else. This obviously includes their long term partner but at the bottom of the pile is of course the compartmentalised man; more often referred to as the ‘lover’ or whatever localised terminology is preferred there.

It’s actually even gone beyond that now, where some girls (particularly the one’s who are attractive & appear approachable, or who have a lot of provocative pictures over a large social media presence) don’t even compartmentalise by person, but by role. Once a woman has taken that first step over the line of cheating on her partner, then something inside her realises the possibilities. The ‘seal’ of fidelity is broken & suddenly, all being safely undiscoverable, she creates a space for a lover in her life. The only thing holding her back is the risk of her losing everything, as despite the voracious third wave of feminism advocating equal rights & ceaselessly reminding us of how independant women now are, most women are quite happy to be provided for & exist under the wing of someone else.

But assuming she feels confident there will be no risk to her baseline of her otherwise wholesome home life, she won’t think twice about fucking someone else. And then go home & do the same with her partner. So no, I don’t feel guilty in the slightest, that I use these bitches for what they’re worth. If anything, I only struggle with how my needs conflict with the one person I actually care about, who regular readers will know who that is.

Bear in mind throughout this piece, I am talking from experience through observing actions, rather than what is said. I don’t write inflammatory pieces just to get prime position on a manosphere aggregator, or inflate accounts of what I’ve done, do or will do just to paint an illusionary picture of how the world is. I write what I write based on personal experiences, in situations I myself have observed or more often, been in myself in order to try to open the eyes of my less experienced fellow man. Take heed should you wish, or jump in yourself. Just be careful not to drown when the tides become more aggressive than you expected. Swimming among the rougher seas might be more exciting when the waves take you to heights you might have never seen otherwise, but they hit just as hard when you’re on the way down.

That foreboding warning out of the way though, & in fact my life is pretty good right now. Taking a two week break from anyone gave me a lot more time to get on top of a few things & I certainly was more productive. About three to four of the girls I was seeing have dropped off for whatever reason, which is great as I feel I’ve ‘cleared the decks’ & can either start afresh or in fact just fuck them off & concentrate on myself. If I choose to replenish, I’ll defintely be taking the non-specific level of commitment to (generally considered to be) single women, whereby I’ll go through the motions a bit & tell them let’s ‘not put a name on things’ so it all goes ahead smoothly until they get bored. For the one’s who have a husband or boyfriend, the more direct approach will be taken, where I tell them I’m disceet & only interested in what they’re only interested in.

Or maybe, just maybe, I won’t do anything at all & forget about all the idiots & be content with what I have…

~ Unjaded

The Culling

Samantha Grimes, someone who actually does something rather than just banging people. But a female bodybuilder; devisive… Would you?

A week & a half ago, I again bid farewell to Venezuelan after a great weekend together. Following her departure, I had no desire to meet any other women. Even the one’s who were in theory willing to turn up, fuck me & leave again, were unappealing. It is hayfever season, where because of the sun & me generally being dosed up on hayfever tablets reduces my desire to meet women outside (for seem to be obsessed with the sun). I had a great weekend with Venezuelan as mentioned, which while is not the direct attributable reason behind me not wanting to see anyone else, was certainly a contributing factor. If nothing else, she has raised my bar in women noticably. When you have a beautiful girl who does her best to be a genuine person, please & accomodate you, & is indeed externally as well as internally beautiful, irrespective of if you choose to be faithful or not it changes your perception. I can understand how people who’ve been married for many years to someone who they felt very much in love with, only for it to turn sour over time must feel. Any heights of euphoria may well be out of reach after a lifetime of experiences starts to push your boundaries beyond what they were. Such is one of the symptoms of ageing I guess.

Additionally though, while I have complained greatly of my locale for the last two years, I have to reiterate it really is one of the most dire places I’ve ever been.  As mentioned above, on one hand you have someone who is showing you truly what you can be a part of & how a woman should be, & on the other side you have examples worse than anywhere else I’ve ever been. Literally, any man would start to question himself in an environment such as this. While there are attractive women here, they seem to be incredibly unfriendly or open to anything. On top of that, you have what I can only describe as an ‘errored’ personality here. At best, you might be able to start up a polite conversation but even getting to that point is laughably difficult. Most conversations, you’re there trying to create a theme of conversation & you feel as though there’s no sexuality whatsoever. In other countries, even if the woman isn’t interested in you then you’ll at least get a little bit of back & forth between you both. Here, it’s like the exchange of information is the only concievable reason they can comprehend as to why you might have started a conversation with them.

I think also that the quality of women here is also dreadful, to the point where half of them aren’t even attractive or attempting to be feminine. It seems like a global epidemic now that women are deciding not to be attractive or feminine, & my aforementioned experiences & feelings I mentioned here led me to wonder; is this the logical endgame of third wave feminism?

Here & to a slightly lesser extent in other European & westernised countries, there is no sexuality. No chemistry. No feeling of life in the people. With the exception of the few friends I have here, I literally feel like I’m in the Truman Show or The Matrix sometimes. I’ve never seen a society so utterly afraid of offending or speaking up against someone. It’s like political correctness has overtaken everything, & as a result everything that once made life fun; making love, making mistakes, expressing yourself truly through artistic medium becomes unacceptable for whatever reason. Those forms of expression become filtered, as everyone starts to fear reprimand from the unknown hive mind that manifests itself mostly on the internet.

As a result, I’ve literally let natural attrition (not bothering to maintain contact mainly, as most of them seem incapable of initiating a conversation) take it’s way & cut off basically all of the girls I was seeing. I simply have no interest at the moment, & most things seem like a better way to spend time & effort.

There was a terrorist attack in the UK last week, as no doubt anyone reading this will be aware of. I deleted my Facebook account long ago & am regularly getting closer to deleting my few remaining online profiles too, but Zan brought to my attention how most people’s response to the attack, was to change their Facebook status or profile picture.

How fucking pathetic, & indicative of the issues facing Western society today. With religion long fallen in most of these countries, there no longer remains a means of control or regulation. And by regulation, I mean a measure of how to moderate oneself. Instead, we are subjected to what should be the most free medium (the internet) becoming the enabler of consumerism. Everyone I know is struggling with every day life, but I look on Instagram & everyone appears to be rolling in money & demonstrating how talented / rich / succesful they are. Would anyone in their right mind truly advertise online how successful they have been financially for example, if they are truly financially successful? Theoretically, they are opening themselves to complete ruin. You’re giving anyone all the information they need to take any or all of that away.

But coming back to the main point, we are experiencing the degeneration of people. I have no particular desire to have children but if I did, there’d be absolutely no way I’d raise them in a Western country. The newer generations that inhabit these countries are utterly useless for the most part. ‘Fake it until you make it’ was the key phrase for a generation able to promote themselves far greater than their actual level in life by simple utilising the internet to paint a false picture of themselves.

And as a man, women come very much into this picture. Generally the less likely sex that will truly specialise in something & become a true expert, this also comes across in their personalities. Alongside not being friendly, younger women especially are also practically unable to hold a normal conversation by way of not having educated themselves beyond what has been fed to them or whatever is the popular view. Nothing is taken in, in depth. The age of communication & technology gave birth to a generation defined by distraction & idiocy. Not knowing about certain subjects is normal for any person but to act in a rude, false or even agressive way is never acceptable. Men have been painted as useless & otherwise equal to women for so long now, that it’s been indoctrinated into an entire generation. Now, barely any women feels the need to impress herself upon any man, because the value of dating was far higher. I can even remember when women used to do things to attract a man. I’m getting older but I feel as though I’m still a reasonably good looking person who (much more importantly)  knows game very well. And since being here, I cannot remember a single time a woman tried to promote herself to me. I am old enough to remember when women actually placed a lot of value on the prospect of being dated by a man. Now, it’s utterly throwaway & sex is subconsciously treated as a reward.

A line I read very recently was ‘if you instead put a dick on most women these days, you’d be utterly interested & not remotely tolerate any of their shit’. And it’s true. I’m all up for true equal rights, which in most forms exists anyway today. But listen hard when I say girls, that you may feel a little special by virtue of that which exists between your legs but for a lot of you, aside from that you offer very, very little at all.

~ Unjaded

Not Giving A Fuck

Don’t know who this is & frankly speaking, I don’t care… We can call her ‘nice breasts’.

‘Here we are again, again on my own’ were the words from Whitesnake’s immortal classic ‘Here I Go Again’. It’s a great song to listen to when embarking upon a new chapter in life, as isolation can indeed be a beneficial state to embrace when one wishes for new experiences or improvement of the self. At the least, the chasing of females should be a supplementary activity, because as I’ve mentioned before fucking women brings diminishing returns. And anyone financially sensible would not hold on to an asset bringing gradually diminishing returns. As such, it should be the same with your attitude to women.

Coming back to the song in question, it inevitably ends up being inextricably attached to the end of romantic liason, most boringly so in media; commercial media releases. And in all honesty, it was probably written for the commercial returns such a song would generate. Being a musician, I can tell you straightforwardly that any style of musician won’t pass on a catchy hook or say no to a paycheck, unless it’s flagrantly against whatever principles that may have left or in incredibly bad taste.

I did a count of all the potentials or ‘ongoings’ I’ve got in my harem at the moment, & decided to send them all a generic message after a intentional weekend of silence. I do remember reading once upon a time that going off the radar from time to time was a good tactic to keep women keen & can testify to that. Most of them came back with the usual uninspired nonsense, almost as though everyone is bored to death & is going through the motions, but can’t be bothered to do anything about it.

In all honesty, I’m reaching the point where I’m simply not impressed with what women generally have to offer anymore anyway. I only sent out that message to see who would reply. I’ve already deleted scores of numbers in the past two weeks, including a very hot twenty three year old Ukrainian girl, who never initated anything conversation whatsoever. It’s almost as though any positive character trait comes with some sort of caveat. A hot girl expects you to do all the running. A girl with lots of attention the same. I’m in my mid-thirties now & I can catagorically tell you, that romantic relations have deteriorated drastically. Of course I use the term ‘romantic relations’ loosely now, but by that I mean everything that might comprise the elements in two people getting together in some way or another.

Fucking a lot of women was instrumental in the creation, destruction & reconstruction of me. That is documented mainly in this very blog. I only wish I would have started this blog earlier in 2012, when my journey truly began. I’ve had some incredibly sexual experiences that I would never have changed for anything.

But something is changing now, & it’s not as simple as me saying “I’ve had enough & want to settle down”. I don’t believe the fire in me will ever die & so nor will that desire inside me. That said, I do feel as though it’s slowing down intrinsically. The big question is why? It could be attributable to many things. I have a ‘core’ of women in my harem that regardless of some fluctuations, have stayed within the circle of fucking. The sex is always good & even improves over time. Such examples are SPC BalletDancer, both of whom are physically attractive but also good people at heart. They don’t have large physical imperfections & I have reached the point with both of them where they know what I like & enjoy it themselves. Even FilipinoHostess could somewhat be considered within this catagory, as she’s become very good at pleasuring & enjoying. And most importantly in most cases, I don’t think any of these women are idiotic or irritating. Crucially also of course, I find them attractive.

Additionally they make some level of effort. There’s a vast amount of women I’ve had some level of interaction with recently who simply don’t. They often will attribute this to ‘being busy’ or that they ‘think the man should do the chasing’, but I’m certain a woman in any situation will only change her attitude to you when she’s got some level of confidence in that she’s got an equal or better replacement lined up. It doesn’t matter what level of intimacy one has reached with another. It simply depends upon that. Two weeks ago, the Israeli woman literally messaged me with some bullshit about ten times a day. Now, she hasn’t contacted me in a week, despite us fucking the shit out of each other. I’m happy about that. She really had become irritating.

Perhaps my dwindling interest in women is because my general expectations have become so low, I literally expect nothing else out of a woman than a period of fucking, before for whatever reason or another she’ll disappear & that’ll be that.

It could also entirely be because of the attitude of the women in the country I’m in, which is pretty close to a endgame of how a society of complete third wave feminism & total politically correctness could be. Everyone is utterly sexless. Even the younger generations, despite being horny seem to have adopted some type of ‘collateral sex life’, where the act of sex is of less value than knowing you could have sex with X, Y or Z. Or all three. Women act like goddesses on this alone, & even with high level game you’ll struggle to convert. Even if you do, you’ll inevitably be disappointed as their total lack of experience or understanding of oneself gives you an utterly disappointing experience.

And perhaps you’ll just get to the point, where you start to see through all the false, surface level bravado that seems to pervade among not just women, but people, & think to yourself; “How much of myself am I actually giving this person, for what I’m receiving?” How many hoops are you willing to jump through? How many inanely shit & uneducated conversations are you willing to tolerate? How many utterly shit activites are you willing to participate in, to make a woman feel ‘romantic’, whereas in reality you couldn’t care less about this person aside from that you’d fuck them?

All the fuckable women I see now fall into one of three overarching catagories. Firstly, the totally inane & self obsessed woman in her early twenties who through some mechanism or another depending on her natural attributes, will find a way to obtain the validity she needs. Secondly, the used up women in their thirties who are now desperately against the clock trying to somehow create the image of a happy family by using whatever’s left in the tank to try to ensnare someone. And finally, the divorced or unhappy ex/wife who wants to find a horny guy to make her feel like she did when she was in her twenties & has got to the point where she’s entirely taken her husband for granted or in the case she is divorced, is going through her ‘fuck as many guys as possible out of spite’ phase. That’s literally it, with very few isolated exceptions where for whatever reason or another (usually it must be said, a historic trauma) has a different mentality.

You’re there, trying to make the best of yourself. Fighting against the odds, as we all do when one is trying to achieve something of note that might elevate you above the generics who just go to work, flop down in front of the television & get conditioned by it. And you’re presenting with the motley crew described above; all of whom have little more than their vagina to offer & are using it however they feel best. Whatever type of women I meet, ninty five percent of them all result to the same type of women that when drunk (& often now not), cannot end the night without at least kissing someone & probably more, if they can get away with it. Why would any sane man who is trying to achieve anything want any of these three types in their life at all?

I asked Zan recently ‘Why do you think women cheat’? For men, it’s typically been accepted that their much higher testosterone levels biologically induce us to not be faithful. We must be one of the only mammals who has monogamy imposed upon us by a moral force. His answer was simple:

‘If they can, they will”.

~ Unjaded

The Present, The Lost, The Future, The Gained & The Inevitable

No, you don’t get to tell me what I find beautiful. On another note, what a bullshit caption. And pretty sure the guy on the left is trying not to piss himself laughing.

That title was a mouthful wasn’t it? And that’s I said to her, last night oh ho ho ho… My last days have been full of the usual, plus in order: banged Tunisian, banged FilipinoHostess, met a Turkish photographer (a man, who I wanted to work for me, just to be clear), had said photoshoot, had a rehearsal, met a Carribean air hostess (with the most-ess; oh I’m on fire today), banged my Portuguese friend because her boyfriend won’t, banged Tunisian again, dropped the crazy Indian chick for good, had a incredibly boring & drawn out date with a Serbian woman who talked about herself for almost two hours straight, & today I’ve had two singing lessons & am due to meet a hot Russian tonight. I don’t waste any time.

And that’s the post for this week done right? What? Another nine hundred words at least? Oh for fuck’s sake…

Jokes aside, I have been pretty busy since coming back from holiday with Venezuelan. Things are really great with her & the long distance thing doesn’t seem to be a problem at all any more. Furthermore my musical venture is really picking up momentum, which is great as I’d sure like to get out of all this consultancy business – surrounded by people who’ve pretty much given up on everything & resorted to having children as a way to attritbute some meaning to their otherwise hopelessly sad situation. The worst part about it is they’ve brought it on themselves, but seem resigned to it so who I am to tell them otherwise.

I’ve also regained my mojo & approached a couple of women in my gym. I use my finely honed bitch radar to ensure any early signs are responded to adequately to at least teach them a lesson. The Israeli women messages me non-stop, as this week I found out narcissism still widely exists. Power games are constantly instigated & attempted by idiotic people trying to feel like they’re in control. If you ever need a clear indication of a narcissistic women, I suggest you go back through this blog & read through my previous part time collaborator Zan’s detailed memoir of his first hand experience that drove him to the edge of life. Although he rarely writes here anymore, we are still good friends & for those of you interested in his condition since writing his last piece, I can assure you he’s doing better than ever. Depressingly accustomed to expecting women failing his relationship tests at the first hurdle, but simply enjoying it for what it is & moving on. But otherwise fine.

I should add that none of these relationship tests are anything unreasonable; simply if he for example, would like to spend a day to himself, he is assulted by a barrage of messages asking why he wants to be alone. Or if he questions his new squeeze associating with another man & parading it around on social media, she kicks up a fuss to which if he responds, he gets blocked. If you don’t have the time or inclination to read his pieces on his experience, then let me put it like this. If a woman tries to instigate a reaction out of you or constantly needs attention, then she’s to some extent at least, a narcissist. Anyone content within themselves doesn’t need constant validation from material or external sources. Israeli literally messages me about twenty times a day, & when she said how she “wasn’t sure” she’d be able to make our planned evening as planned, I just went ahead & organised something else. That unfortunately resulted in two hours of Serbian speaking to me about herself, as I politely pretended to listen while observing the clock that from my perspective was just behind her head. At some points, I literally found myself switching off entirely as she blathered on about something. I’m a polite person but it was very trying at times. I accelerated her leaving as much as I could to get rid of her, & then went home to enjoy the remainder of the evening. She’s a nice person at her core but I was honestly bored to death. In this situation (having already slept with her previously), the next time she gets in touch about meeting, I’ll tell her that’d be nice but I’m not ready for a relationship yet but we could be friends with benefits & so on. She’ll back off & that’ll free up space for another, or I’ll add another ongoing casual sex partner to the harem.

The Israeli woman then tried to turn this around on me, by saying I “cancelled on her”, which reminded me of a South Park episode from some years back where Cartman keeps having flashbacks to a previous exchange with another character, with every flashback gradually becoming further & further from the truth – it simply wasn’t true. She then tried to extract some sort of emotional response out of me, which didn’t work because I don’t care. I just like fucking you because you have massive breasts & you’re married, so you won’t be looking for more. She then tried to suggest we should ‘have a break’ (again, I don’t care) before her final gambit was to to be a little insulting about an aspect of my lifestyle (specifically that she wanted to come over at ten thirty at night when I had to be up at seven) which I just ignored. Finally I received a basic apology & some ‘reassurance’ she wasn’t upset with me. Are you fucking serious? I couldn’t give a fucking shit. I’d honestly rather you only texted me about when we’re meeting to fuck, you come, fuck me & then go home again as soon as possible. One thing I’ll say about the older Ukrainian woman I was seeing, is she knew the deal. She’s now naturally dropped out of the picture but at least she was actually a nice person who wasn’t utterly obsessed with herself.

As you can read from the above I’ve been around this week, both figuratively & literally. While on one of the many train journies this week, I observed a pleasant enough but boringly generic couple of women chatting away in English; one an older Irish woman & the other a generic Eastern European who was clearly one of those women who had both adapted an extreme version of what she perceived to be the local culture as well as had previously fucked her way around Europe a little. I listened to their conversation & honestly, the stream of words was mostly surface level, extraneous bullshit. They were skirting around a variety of points while not going into depth or having any sort of substantial opinion on any of them. It was so boring to listen to, to the point where I had to eventually drown out the conversation with music from my headphones. I realised that the act of speaking, was more important than what was said.

Now I won’t be entirely condemnatory here, as to be fair it could have been that they were part of a bigger group that had finished whatever & then gone their own way, only to find themselves having to be polite while sharing the public transport. I’ve also been in situations (more often with men in fact) where I’ve found myself with very little in common with the other person & had to try to resort to talking about football or some other generic subject to avoid an awkward silence. If football or girls don’t work, then it typically says a lot about the other, as I think I’m a diverse enough character to get on with most people to some level. Or at worst, a good actor. But in any case as regards the two women, it was such a bland conversation it was unbearable. It seemed as though they were terrified to even come close to broaching any subject which may be considered unpopular or controversial, let alone have an opinion on it.

This actually is quite commonplace among society these days, where having an unpopular opinion results in your character being tainted to some degree; that degree being different levels of exclusion until you do or say something to ‘realise’ the ‘error’ of your ways. It can happen in your workplace, through to the celebrity world, where we’ve seen people get lambasted for expressing a different opinion to the current acceptable standard deviated average.

The absence of dialogue will result in the stunting of societal growth on any level. But that’s already happening because for whatever reason (still to be concluded but I suspect it has something to do with social media), most people are just harvesting their bite size opinions & regurgitating them. Nothing grates me more than hearing someone who is simply repeating what they’ve heard elsewhere, with any critical analysis, no questioning of the source, outlet or sponsor of the information disseminated, & no lateral thinking about the underlying reasons why anything is done or how it relates to anything else that’s currently going on.

It’s so boring, basic & stupefying. I honestly believe the dead look you get in the eyes of so many people nowadays is their eyes betraying how they’re sabotaging themselves day to day, by repeating shit they know nothing about in the name of being accepted. Who gives a fuck? You’ll only find true connection with others on any level, if you remain true to yourself in what you say & do.

~ Unjaded

Efficiency

Amanda Cerny, showing us her main attributes on offer.

Organization, order, orderliness, planning, regulation & logicality; some of the synonyms presented when looking in the dictionary for ‘efficiency’ – not typically a word one might associate with game. But of those synonyms, the last one ‘logicality’ has come to the forefront of my mind in recent days. Whereas one might allow emotions to be swayed by the company of another, I believe either maturity or more cynically, skepticism brings us to a point where we become quite logical about our sexual or relationship decisions & motivations.

Whereas once upon a time I was unquestionable a slave to my emotions when I was interested in a girl, she was interested in me or I was in relationship with her (when I was Jaded, there wasn’t any other ways except feeling obliged to persue a relationship following any interaction), nowadays things are quite different. The act of having sex with someone literally means nothing to me, aside from the physical pleasure. While I welcome & enjoy emotional involvement with a longer term partner with understood bounderies, having sex with them doesn’t have any effect on how I feel about them whatsoever. In many ways, it’s like I’ve purged myself of false emotional weakness brought on through sex; something which women can become adapt to quite easily. Some (typically Western influenced women, who can’t stand the idea of a liberated man) might say this is sad, as I don’t get any emotional fulfilment from sex. I actually think quite the opposite, as I’m not able to make logical decisions about who I allow myself to become emotionally involved with. It’s a new level of control over oneself. One might say, even a stoical standpoint, ready to deal with any eventuality. It doesn’t mean I’m bereft of emotions. Only that I am in control of them. Much in the same way women view that ‘loving someone’ is of more importance over fucking someone & so that substantiates them sleeping with another man outside their marriage as ‘OK’, I am prepared to react to any development. I suppose one could assume this a benefit from previously having to recover from hitting the bottom.

Until now however, my actions have only been mostly reactive – meeting with people based on not wanting them to leave the harem. But as we’ve seen, maintaining a harem is very hard work & even then, with high quality women it could be any time when one of them meets someone else & off she goes.

Last week was a long holiday for the year, which always provides an excellent opportunity to gain perspective on the state of play in one’s life. While I have come some way to achieving a life others may be envious of, I do believe we all have choice & attribute my situation to that choice. You choose what to do or not do, what risks to take & how you react to adversity or opportunity. I realised during the downtime of the holiday that I had only really been reactive & also allowed my personal hang ups to affect my behaviour in my locale. Whereas in my previous central European state I had been an almighty monster of sex, attacking upon all fronts, I have let my apprehension of language & culture in my new central European state affect how I acted & have been. Since abandoning my attempts to learn the local language, I now just resort to English alongside some fundamentals in the local language. In addition, I just be myself – not placing upon myself the mantal of a suppressed expat. Not constantly messaging girls I’ve got in the harem in the fear they might stray elsewhere, but embracing the variety & new time. I have plenty to occupy myself & believe I have been underestimating myself also. The elements that led to phenomenal direct approach results are still there & my mentality has prevented me from seeing indicators of interest, even in an emotionally surpressed place such as this.

Despite these limitations, I have still amassed a considerable amount of new experiences since being here & continue to do so. However I now am allowing them to slide away naturally. No longer will I be firing off messages in the morning to psychologically condition some sort of dependancy upon my presence or attention, nor keeping them in my life any longer than needed. This week already I have prompted Singaporean to step away by suggesting it would be difficult to see her regularly, to which she responded she’d like to close this chapter & just be friends. I directly propositioned a woman from Kazahkstan to be lovers, to which she declined & I said no worries – then deleted her number. BalletDancer no longer seems to be up for anything after almost eighteen months of sleeping together, so it is so. I saw both Tunisian this week & FilipinoHostess this week, but won’t see them again. They’ve done nothing wrong (except the latter relentlessly trying to manoeuvre things into relationship activities, like ‘going for a walk’ –  can think of about fifty other things I’d rather be doing), but the time has come to make space for others.

And this is the ‘logical’ part of efficiency; there are a lot of girls here I want to get down with. These range from attractive older divorcees, to some of the girls in my gym – that’s right, I said ‘some’. I have no intention of doing things by halves any longer. Previously I claimed to have newly adopt a systemic approach to sleeping with women & that has paid off some dividends but I’ve got trapped by my own insecurities in letting some of them slide away. Currently the harem is as below, not including those I mentioned already above:

SPC: Nice & easy, & seems to have accepted the status quo. Will remain an actual friend in any case, but do enjoy the occasional bit of action with her. Still a mega hottie.

Portuguese: Seemingly in a miserable & sexless relationship; had the ‘best sex of her life’ with me last time, which apparently was her last time. Given that her boyfriend sounds like a prick, wouldn’t actually surprise me. Will stay at least a friend but somehow very attracted to her, it’s mutual & her relationship keeps her off my case generally.

USIndian: Large eyed & breasted Indian girl who I’ve met a few times now. Incredibly hot & moving away in a month or so. Nothing sexual has happened yet but going to make a move tonight. If she doesn’t put out tonight, then she’ll be dropped.

SerbianLady: Very cool & friendly older woman who will soon inevitably start pushing for a relationship, but will sleep with her at least once more & then say ‘I’m not ready for a relationship’ yet, which is my usual go to line to manage expectations. Then it’ll be one way or another.

SwissArgentinian: Will keep her in the game for a while yet, as she doesn’t bother me at all & is quite happy to turn up, fuck me & go home again. Can’t ask for more than that. Decent person too, & we have great sex.

YoungUkrainian: Not sure what she’s up for, but will meet her next week & go for it. Again, we’ve met several times now so if she’s up for some sex, that’s great. Otherwise, am sure someone else will be.

MarriedIsraeli: Haven’t mentioned her yet I believe, but our interactions went from her offering me a relationship coaching session. Soon after arrival in said session, that turned into us jacking each other off. A few days later, she came to my place to go the whole way. Married eighteen years (of course) & has massive breasts, which honestly is the main reason I like her, as well as the kick of watching in near disbelief as a younger man screws the hell out of her. Obviously not interested in anything more & aside from some ongoing messages, not too much hassle. So still some life in the old girl yet.

Let’s see what happens! Be real, gentlemen.

~ Unjaded

Delay Of Game

Sarah Allen, actually a reasonably typical Australian based on my recent experiences, detailed below…

Yes, you are indeed right if you noted a lack of a post last week. It was because I went to a couple of countries in South East Asia for a holiday & despite my best intentions there were so many things I had to sort out before I left, I didn’t even have time to put together a rough draft.

As for my reasons of not writing something while there, I am left with far less justifications & will instead just have to defer to being lazy. I was also with Venezuelan which somewhat restricted suitable private opportunities to write. But frankly speaking, I was fucking exhausted & needed to get away from everything for a while, only to return with a renewed vigour.

And here we are, rested & ready to share with you my inevitable notes from my second foray into the Asian continent. When I say ‘rested’ however, I do of course refer to my mental state, rather than the physical where I am on my third flight of what has basically been a thirty six hour day. But onward we go!

Thailand. Famous for it’s sex industry, inpressively authentic ladyboys, royal family & kickboxers. As one explores, we are treated to a true cauldron of life, where chaos reigns but someone, life moves forward. Bangkok; a hub for the region & an immense, sprawling behemoth of a city. The recently expired king seemed like a resonably good man (despite it being practically illegal to say otherwise) & one can say he has at the very least managed to instill a tolerance of the numerous drunken fools & sexual parasites that come in their droves to a city that is hungry for any & all of the tourist money.

Thai women can indeed be very beautiful, with the deciding factor often being the nose; either quite bulbous are the more disappointing end of the spectrum or slimmer at the better end. Physically, they are for the most part slim & therefore quite difficult to be seen as ‘ugly’. Those of them who are particularly skilled with applying makeup can almost look perfectly mystical at times, so this is a pretty big factor. Big pretty eyes & a veneration of the foreigner (& my apologies to other ethnic groups but it must be said; particularly the white man), mean this is one of the few places a man from abroad can punch well above his weight. Ultimately however & as with a lot of cultures, money becomes the first & most vital currency in any interaction. That said, it’s still less so than what we have to pay in the West. A mutually beneficial medium if you will.

On to Indonesia & we see what are generally reasonably fine people, with a thirst of that money. I write the next sentence not in a derogatory way to a culture that endeavors to accommodate tourists very well but as a repeated & clear observation; as one ends any interaction such as having a meal or leaving a taxi, you can often see their eyes hungrily looking down at your hands as you arrange your wallet, much in the same way an otherwise loving Labrador suddenly becomes transfixed on nothing else except a treat his petter unexpectedly produces. I do appreciate this income is essential to a country where even the tourist prices are unbelievably low in comparison to say, pretty much any country that uses the Euro or Dollar, but it’s disappointing to feel as though any sort of rapport you may have built with someone, is just ultimately to gouge a little more money out of you; almost as though they’re the joker playing up to the king. I don’t view anyone as lesser or greater than myself (but I do talk a good game if I need to knock someone into line) & so I found this to be a bit upsetting.

As for the girls: I would firstly say they aren’t as naturally beautiful as Japanese or Thai girls, but then I would propose these are the two premium races in Asia. Westernised Japanese girls particularly, are goddamn superb & if they’ve got that trained body I like, sign me on the dotted line. But, Japanese girls are the hardest work. Thai & Indonesian girls are going to be much easier generally, than Japanese. And especially Indonesian girls, because they’re later to the game. While any of my game was safely packed away for a week or so while I honestly enjoyed my boyfriend position like a normal human being for once, I could see there certainly was one or two of the girls I had interacted with with a little spark in their eye when they spoke to me. Had I have been on my own, I would have chanced my skills there & then. In summery, Japanese girls are culturally not conditioned to be open to foreigners or to be open about sex, so despite the clear quality, you can generally expect to be playing some ‘long game’. Thai girls are essentially the same as Indonesian girls, except they’ve had the ‘cool foreigner’ effect considerably diminished thanks to the years of slurring embarrassments degrading themselves there for a number of years now. But what you can do to counter this of course, is what originally was referred to in game as ‘peacocking’; you might wear something very unusual to stand out of the crowd of wherever you are. Nowadays, the ‘crowd’ is the entire general mentality of wherever you happen to find yourself. In Thailand, you can peacock by just not being a drunken prick.

A friend of mine stood as testament to this when he visited some years back. He was propositioned with sex for payment, to which the rest of his group didn’t hesitate from her colleagues. Not being of this nature, my friend respectfully declined & the girl lowered her asking price. When he explained he just wasn’t into paying girls for sex (he later admitted to me it was even less appealing when girls from less wealthy countries were involved too), she was ggenuinely taken aback. As the conversation developed, they became friendly with her offering to take him to her favourite restaurant. No, not for him to pay. She offered to take him for dinner. Yes, she was a sex worker & a beautiful one who was fluent in English too, but that takes nothing away from the gesture. If anything, I would say it adds even more given most people working in sex industry who I’ve met are some of the most cynical about human nature. She offered to show him around on following days & even though he could have done something more with her entirely willing at any time, he didn’t & they remain friends to this day.

Can you even remotely imagine a western woman taking you to dinner these days?? It is 98% certain never to happen to a man.

To conclude, Indonesian women are only now discovering the worlds of Tinder & it’s like casual sex has suddenly become en vogue, much as it did in the same way in the West when it first came about, before it got commoditised. Did you know some girls are now asking for pre-payment to converse with a match on the Tinder? To converse… If you’re one of the idiots fueling this apparent phenomenon, please stop.

I happened to find myself alongside an inept English guy on a Tinder date with a pretty Indonesian girl, while I took Venezuelan out for dinner. Frankly speaking, she’d dressed up for a fucking & all other things being equal, he was punching clearly above his weight. Despite her still remaining & showing interest, he allowed his insecurities to fall into him acting as though he was playing games with a typical Western idiot. While he had sat at the table with her, he was speaking too quickly, pretending to read his phone & various other pointless attempts at psychological games. He was truly inept, but yet by the end she still retained some interest in him.

I don’t like to blow my own trumpet. But right now I’m going to Swiss horn it from the nearest rooftop; I honestly think if she was showing me the same level of interest as him, I could’ve had this girl in bed within two hours. Yes, I’m not even going to say ‘the same night’. Straightforwardly, two hours. Any one with advanced game could have done the same.

The current Tinder sex cycle is there. It could be elsewhere too (somewhere like Belarus wouldn’t surprise me) but you’re going to have to go to such places, if you want to meet decent women for any reason. And no, I’m not saying Tinder is the way to find a woman of any quality; quite the opposite in fact. But once it becomes popular, every basic bitch thinks she’s the shit & the whole game gets a lot less interesting.

Book those flights! More to come on my personal situation next week…

~ Unjaded