Much like in economics, the rule of diminishing utility also applies to women. I found myself today discussing with a friend, how I no longer gained much pleasure from going to your typical nightclub. I have no interest in posturing to others to feel better about myself, no interest in most of the music that is played in such places, I don’t drink & getting women into bed is easier in almost any other scenario than in a club in my opinion. My self worth is rooted in the knowledge & experience of the self, the music is generally just generic shit that as a musician I can see straight through, I’d likely to be surrounded by drunken idiots & more likely to get into a fight with someone & getting women to go home with you from a club is probably the most thankless task known to man these days, even for a prime – well, prime enough – alpha like myself.
I’m now thirty seven, & while I can appreciate younger readers out there might not appreciate where I’m coming from, bear in mind I’ve hit it hard over the previous years. I’ve hit the bars & clubs (& occasionally still do the former: nothing wrong with hanging out in a bar), I’ve gone through all the expectations & jumped through all the hoops, & played the game – only to come out with fuck all. But don’t get me wrong – as a young man you should be experiencing these things. But if you really want to learn, think about what’s going on around you while you do. Those wily old dogs who have managed to come through those same menacing years you’re now living up, are probably actively seeking on fucking your girl. Don’t allow the fun, to cloud your awareness & judgement, because it’s most likely your girl is going to be jumping on someone else’s dick.
I have often in the past looked at people of high standing in the eyes of women, such as celebrities or popular sports stars, & wondered why on earth they would ever possibly consider getting married or sticking to one woman. I heard a story of a pop star, who I believe was Usher, who apparently used to just sit on his couch, while a queue of women waiting outside his dressing room to fuck him. He’d literally just fuck woman after woman, without having to anything at all. Damn, he didn’t even have to open the door; his security did that.
I jest on this blog, & it probably comes across as arrogance at times to the otherwise uninitiated. But it’s just confidence. I know what I’m good at, & also what I’m not so good at. And getting girls into bed, is one of my specialties these days. You can go back in this very blog to see the journey & the journey I took as I perfected my ways over the last two to three years. It certainly wasn’t easy, but also with fantastic experiences. While now I am almost mercilessly systemic in my approach, I do still waste time with certain people & that’s my current challenge. Also continuing to waste time with people who either don’t put out in a reasonable time frame, or who are simply shit in bed. I’m understanding when it comes to people wanting to learn, but I may as well be fucking a pillow if someone wants to turn all the lights off & not kiss.
People often talk about testosterone dropping as you get older, but your attitude towards sex (& life) is going to be influenced more by whatever your genetics have blessed you with & also the lifestyle you lead. It’s well known weights increase testosterone. The actual drop between an eighteen year old & a seventy year old man, is estimated to be approximately only twenty five percent over the course of your lifetime. Over a lifetime, that’s practically nothing. What will change considerably depending on your experiences, is your attitude towards women & life.
Right now, I’ve reached a point where I know most tricks to get most women into bed. It doesn’t matter so much on their relationship status, age or much else. It simply depends on me identifying what type of character they have & critically, how much effort I’m willing to put into it. An example would be the Ecuadorian woman I have spoke to sporadically over the past months. She gave me her number, met up with me – even came to my house once, despite being married. She then told me over a matter of a few weeks, how firstly she couldn’t go any further with me, & then soon afterwards, how much she liked me, loved spending time with me & wanted to go further but was resisting ‘temptation’. Why was that? Because I changed my attitude to her, once I realised she was more of a romantic.
But let’s be clear. This didn’t mean I started buying her flowers or professing my love to her. Far from it. What I did, was subtly modify the composition of my messages to her, the way in which I propositioned her to meet & the way I behaved with her, into a ‘softer’, more emotional approach. With other girls, this could not work at all , because they want a dominant man & see it as weakness. But with her, it was the key to unlocking her heart / legs. That said, I didn’t sleep with her because I had come to the point where frankly, I had a whole host of other girls who were already sleeping with me, good in bed & with whom the arrangement was little more than coming over, fucking me & leaving again. That’s perfect for me.
But there ain’t a thing like contagion. And as I considered what I enjoyed doing in life, what I missed & new possibilities, I realised there were a lot of things I’d rather be doing, than getting certain girls into bed. Anyone who for example, is going to flake on me more than once (once is permissible, as it can happen & also then gives me a freebie), regularly not respond to text messages or with whom I have to meet more than three times before they agree to come to my place (they all know what ‘coming over for dinner’ means), is wasting my time. And I can think of at least two women I’ve been spending time with who most guys would fall over themselves to get into bed with. And if they messaged me to tell me, ‘can I come over & see you’, I’d most likely answer ‘yes’. Such is the blessing of being an attractive woman – you can get fucked whenever you want. But for me, fuck them. I’m not going to tolerate being ignored or treated like an idiot, just for the sake of some pussy, when I’m practically drowning in it anyway.