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

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