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…