Extremist

Not incredibly beautiful, but you know you would

What a week; starting being extremely constructive & literally getting a whole bunch of stuff done, before my genetically naturally poor immune system finally gave way & I went down with a flu for two days. The first occurrence in about a year, it hit me pretty hard.

Of course, for whatever reason my exploits abroad has somewhat enhanced my reputation back in the worst country you’ve ever been & I had a greatly enhanced response from some girls I’d be laying the groundwork for before I left. The enthusiasm levels sorted out the wheat from the chaff & after being away, I came back with a real desire to get some girls on the go again. The idea of nailing some new women was at the forefront of my mind, but there was no way. After a day of not being able to breathe properly & imbibing numerous coffees to keep me awake, I went to do some cardio to attempt to shake off the symptoms that were slowly emerging within me. The session itself went fairly well, but it’s always a gamble & this time, seemed too advanced to battle. In the evening I started to go rapidly downhill  & despite the barrage of suggestions to meet up rattling my phone, by the following day I was a complete mess, entirely incapable to do anything even if I’d wanted to.

Two days of watching documentaries, playing video games & loading myself with obscene amounts of garlic, & I was almost back up to full strength. I have wanted to experience something more extreme again, such as the day when I slept with three women in one day. I’m not sure how possible again that would be, but it’s possible I could engineer it again. What’s more likely is a married (of course) woman who was working at the gym I go to, who I was momentarily friendly with, has become a little bit obsessed with me. I know two girls right now who are part Swiss & part Hungarian, & I’m not sure what happens to girls who have this combination of genetics but I seem to be of great interest to them. The first one has been texting me a lot, is friendly, younger, with a great gym trained body, while the other is the married one. She tells me she actually has somewhat of an open relationship where her husband allows her to sleep with other women (probably because he joins in I would imagine). However, that openness doesn’t extend to other men. As we know of course, these days being monogamous is a trivial matter to most women & as I was working one day, she messaged me to ask if I had ten minutes & she’d show me something. That resulted in us scurrying downstairs to the basement of the gym where she works & immediately being all over each other.

I should also point out I had invited her to my house previously & attempted to seduce her. She got half naked before saying she wasn’t sure if she could continue. I didn’t know about the husband at this point but given my experience I expected that to be the case. I could’ve probably pressed the matter further & got my way or at least somewhat of my way out of the situation but I’m no dog & least of all, would not force anyone to do something they don’t naturally feel inclined to do. I might have issues with certain things but I’m not desperate for pussy. So I backed off, being sure she noticed the outline of my very erect penis through my trousers so she could see what she was missing out on, & a couple of kisses later, off she went. I didn’t see her again until I came back from being on tour.

Upon my return, I messaged her to alert her of my return & get the conversations going again. I would say surprisingly, if not for my range of experience in my life, she’d deleted my number & left me a (two page) letter in my letterbox, describing how I’d made her feel, that she’d never met anyone like me, (conversely) that certain previous guys she’d been involved with had destructive effects on her family & finally, that her way of justifying doing something with me, would only be to attract a girl & then ‘bring’ her to me, where we’d both then have her way with her. Even a man of my experience was slightly taken aback by this, with this potential proposition I weighed up the possibility of this potentially obsessive person bringing me a string of women to fuck together, was far too much of a good thing to turn down. Given that she’s incredibly hot herself with very naughty eyes, a toned body & a couple of fake but very well formed breasts attached, I would be happy just to have her herself. But it’s seemingly the perfect lover; a married woman with kids (so they’ll be limited, controlled emotional hassle), who likes women to share with me, who will also pick them up for me & bring them to my house? It seems too good to be true. But I will ensure the situation is controlled, as she is active on the man’s real enemy – social media & so one must always stay on top of that.

I’m likely to meet her next week. I think she’s involved in a few different sexual activities & has that tragically hot yet slightly damaged energy about her which I must admit, I’ve always found very attractive. In any case, I’m just looking for something more extreme & frankly, am likely to find such a proposition hard to resist.

~ Unjaded

Concentration & Accumulation

Generic Instagram chick of the day – keep an eye out for her sprawled shamelessly over a yacht near you soon.

As is always the way, when you stop caring about the opposite sex & get in touch with one’s self, the energy you accumulate from concentrating on the self emanates outwards & it becomes attractive to others. While recently my main priorities have been Venezuelan, my band’s debut support slot on an arena tour, consolidating my investments & maximising my effectiveness at the gym, I now find myself awash with options.

Too many in fact, both old & new. Right now, I have SPC on her third run after a couple of doubting moments on her side, Tunisian back in touch wanting to ‘come over’ sometime, a bisexual Swiss / Hungarian woman also after the same, a Uruguayan, a Polish high flyer, another Hungarian, an Israeli who likes to play games, a Russian, a South Korean, the old hot Estonian & a young Bosnian girl who wants me to ‘train’ her. It verges on the absurd & I really should cut off the one’s I’ve already had my way with in the interests of time, but the power of having control over all of them gets me off. I play a dangerous game at the best of times, but I should know when to pull the plug. When a girl decides not to talk to you anymore as a result of you ending it, it’s actually a blessing in many ways as you then no longer have to worry about any psycho moments.

Speaking of which, I purged my blocked list yesterday & within an hour the Uzbek Psycho had got back in touch. I quickly remember who that number had belonged to & rectified my mistake. At no point do I want unexpected visits arriving at my house, particularly when Venezuelan is visiting. That can often be somewhat stressful anyway & admittedly is often a concern of mine whenever I invite a girl over to my place. I even refrain from giving them my exact address in case they later reference it to my disadvantage.

I have often said I’ve felt as though I’m reaching the point of ending the hedonistic lifestyle I have maintained for the last few years but that’s usually because of a particular period I have then been experiencing. To think almost two years ago now I was considering remaining long term with someone who resulted in little more than a typical female idiot with big fake breasts. Don’t get me wrong, they were great fun & upon non-nostalgic reflection the other day, I realised I had maintained the facade with her because I liked banging her on a regular basis. Ironically, I taught her everything she knew; raw material I shaped into my own play thing. While I could have considered her emotions more, I was vindicated in my suspicions of her only being surface deep as she quickly worked her way through some more penis. All’s well that ends well however.

With knowledge & some honestly, one will quickly realise the hedonistic lifestyle is unsustainable. Much like a drug addict, one always seeks a harder high. While with women this may not be only pursuing more attractive versions, it can be becoming ever more ruthless with people. Once you get what you want, even if you like the person that’s only going to have a limited shelf life without intimacy. Even long term lovers or friends with benefits will have more to their arrangement than they might even be prepared to admit, because the physical thrill will only last a limited time. I am clear on this more than ever now, for a number of reasons confirmed through readings as well as experiences. Despite having a plethora of women historically & now to choose from, the girl I most desire is Venezuelan, because she is who I easily feel most comfortable to. That she is independently physically hot is a bonus but I know it wouldn’t be the same as it is now without that connection we have. It even manifests itself physically; when I’m finished with a girl to whom I only have a physical attraction & little more than a polite understanding with, when i’m done I’m done. I’m a considerate & even generous lover. But with no other woman except Venezuelan, will I finish & within moments want to do it again. That traverses biology & hasn’t happened to me with anyone else.

I remember reading once about the concept of ‘mini relationships’ when I started my game journey which led me to my self development journey (a far more worthwhile cause). While I have been through my ‘hardcore’ period of telling women what I want & don’t want, this can be a bit hit & miss. To be ambiguous about your level of interest is far more interesting to a woman & far more likely to garner you a wider range of women. It’s worth bearing in mind than the majority of (particular Western based) women in the mating pool allow precedence of the herd mentality over their own deep seated feelings. With the rare exceptions of those who’ve fallen through the net for whatever reason, most women consider peer acceptance as one of their main priorities. And for that reason, they’re generally very uninteresting people & doomed to be perpetually miserable.

To be fair however, this is also common among men & is a people thing, rather than a female thing. I only emphasise the male dating perspective as there are still those who come here for dating advice – something I do specialise in despite all my faults. Men also feel the need to be accepted by others, manifesting itself in ‘acceptable’ arenas such as sports, which replace the boredom that comes from times of peace, more so than ever when we can effectively have nothing to strive for when all of our needs are accounted for by the supermarket or the bank.

The modern age has resulted in this being refined down to the most basic of interactions, where quick exchanges provide a shallow version of the desired result, whether that be peer acceptance or validation of being wanted by someone (read ‘anyone’) of the opposite sex. The well documented failure of the latest worker generation in achieving any happiness of substantial depth tells you everything you need to know about how social interactivity is right now & although this is endemic in the latest generation old enough to participate in society, the normalisation of this means existing, older generations do (at least in part) feel as though they must adapt to these new models of interaction in order to have any success. Much like the proliferation of online dating which has for all intents & purposes become the standard means of dating now instead of the practice of asking someone on a date & which was derided when it first emerged, no one sends a letter when an email will do.

Inversely, those who do make the effort to differentiate themselves from the crowd by using more traditional methods, can find themselves highly valued but critically, only to someone else who might appreciate it. And even then, there’s no guarantee the recipient will discontinue these other methods they are using, such as online dating to ensure a woman gets a regular supply of attentions, validation or cock. Much in the same way it’s said you’ll see the true nature of a man when you give him true power, you’ll see the true nature of a woman when she’s able to flex her vagina to the endless hordes of hungry, undignified, gameless men found online. I have seen & personally experienced this countless times through first hand experience; fortunately always placing myself on the side of he who is not emotionally involved & taking it for what it is. On more than one occasion for example, have I fucked a girl only for her to have come from or about to go on a date. The Ecuadorian women I was seeing had done exactly this, inviting me over for sex prior to a date she was having. As it turned out, she confided in me that she liked this guy she was seeing & thought it was getting serious, as I laid next to her moments after she’d finished me all over her chest. The following week, she texted me to say things with him were ‘getting serious’ & she couldn’t see me anymore as she ‘wanted to give it a try with him’. I even played along, eager to see how far she’d take it if I offered her everything on her terms. I proposed to her that I’d be happy to fuck her whenever she wanted, at her convenience, alongside her seeing her boyfriend. Needless to even say, it wasn’t surprising at all when she agreed to the idea. The temptation of having her cake & eating it, was way too much for her to resist. I didn’t follow through of course, instead focusing my attention elsewhere. We briefly spoke again a few months later & predictably, her attempt at the relationship had died a slow, miserable death.

This sabotage of misery people employ on themselves via the voluntary participation in these processes, decimates their self esteem as the essence of interaction completely goes missing & these experiences become transactionary. This runs through every aspect of what happens between people, even beyond the scope of sexuality that we are discussing here. Colleagues, friends & family are all affected likewise & so we conclude that the epidemic of transactional relationships is unfortunately commonplace now. As such, we have to treat people for what they are & when we speak of ‘game’, we speak indeed of playing the game. Going through the motions & saying the things people want to hear, with only enough of our true selves within each sentence, each touch & each exchange in order to make it appear convincingly authentic, despite this poor substitute not being what anyone really wants.

Should you find that genuine, authentic connection within another in any type of relationship, providing you have experienced & uncomfortably pushed oneself enough to know yourself well, you will recognise it & in the ideal scenario, the other will also be as you.

~ Unjaded

Withdrawal

Random internet girl #3255. Love the eye shadow look…

One would assume the well has run dry for the time being, but further inspection shows a lack of tolerance for time-wasters or women of a lower quality. When you are faced with those of the opposite sex who are convinced for whatever reason, they are indisputable objects of desire & act as such, despite ageing, being full of arrogance & generally unremarkable, one questions what he is putting his dick in against who else has already been there & by extension, where he places himself on the overall sexual scale.

While abundantly in the minority, it is still possible to find younger or less sexually experienced women who are pleasant enough on the service or upon first encounters. But if you’re not prepared to play the Beta game of constant attention giving & pretending the object of your affection is all you desire, while allowing her to absorb as much validation as she desires (the new norm), you will struggle. The talk of how Alpha’s don’t chase is true, but claims that this is the way in which one attracts scores of women is largely bravado. In a world where practically irrespective of your actual sexual value, validation & proclaimed desire is readily available from a number of different outlets, the man who is so aloof he sticks only to informational statements or even vague approval can only play those cards so much. Get the balance wrong & she’ll go elsewhere to ‘top up’, opening the door to others. This is the crux also, of marriages being tainted or failing. The imbalance of the sexes has never been more skewed.

One key aspect of attracting women is the need to differentiate oneself from the herd. If you’re blessed, this could be by way of your incredible physique, famed talent or sparkling personality. But in reality it’s more likely to not be like this, & you’re going to have to build yourself up. As one increases their value by maximising the cards they’ve been dealt in life, they can even reach a point where they’ve maximised the perception of their value so much, they become too much for women to handle. Even on the simple level, walking with genuine confidence will be seen by those who don’t have confidence as arrogance, whereby you’ll be dismissed as such as they prepare their attitude towards you.

Look at how animals are treated by the masses, particularly by women. Cute animals such as dogs, cats & baby seals are preferentially treated better, to the extent where we inconvenience our own lives to feed & care for them, or in the latter case mobilise others to campaign against it. As much as I love baby seals & it pains me to say so, I do understand that culling is sometimes required because of the need to maintain an environmental balance. But the point is, that there will always be preconceptions about you from the very moment another registers your presence. Appear impenetrable in how you have empowered yourself & this comes across strongly in your demeanour, & you will become too complex to control.

The Beta’s of the world prosper because they accept the rules that have been laid down for them. They are happy to gain the attention of a girl by being the one who wins the volume races of compliments or listening to their endlessly dull & repeated conclusions of the world. They accept that the girl they proclaim to have fallen for, is fully aware of his interest & so shelves him while she gets her fill of all the dick on offer. I’ve seen men hold torches for women for entire lifetimes in such a manner.

Men age, & it is apparent. I am under no illusions that I am not the man I was ten years ago. My face shows the lines that tell the hardships I have endured. But it is by no means at a point where it makes any more difference to if a girl finds me attractive or not. In contrast, I have built other aspects of myself to extremely high levels, that theoretically should increase my perceived sexual value. Financial power, physical fitness & so on, only go towards a logical conclusion once I start to question why despite this my results are different, I build aggression towards my surroundings; specifically the women of mating age. The resentment builds & I push myself ever further, because their falsely based value, derived from created ‘achievements’ that are no more than any person should do by default. Being female should not grant you any additional value. Being a decent, functioning person should not grant you any additional value. But thanks for modern day feminism, such things are celebrated as exceptional & the beneficiaries of this attitude begin to believe it. Anyone who is actually making exceptional effort will look at this in disbelief, much in the same way as the victim of rape will from someone throwing around the word ‘rape’ entirely out of context & meaning. The net result, as is the case with me, is that those genuinely pushing themselves to be exceptional & gaining real value, begin to withdraw from these ‘false’ circles & take their own path. Having read or listened to a number of autobiographies, I would propose that many of those who have made great achievements in life, have experienced something similar in concept to that at some point. In short, that they have tried to subscribe to the current framework in which one is expected to prosper at some point & either by way of failure, or success at a cost of dignity, rejected that & decided upon going their own way. But by way of rejecting the existing framework, comes a level of resentment which only serves to further fuel the drive they applied to the previous framework, but with a new level of determination coming from their new found knowledge of their own way, & the drive to prove that right.

I’m fairly sure there isn’t any way of short cutting this. Perhaps in reflection of my own path in women & sex, where I came across additional blogs & articles before immersing myself in it entirety, I ultimately have found a world where I have prioritised my own development & experiences, over the lack of dignity found in attracting women to sleep with me. Frankly speaking, when an overweight, unpleasant, unfeminine woman is for example, stating how she “didn’t like the way I’d spoken to her” after two days of her not replying to me when she’d clearly been on a date the day I’d messaged her & went on to enjoy her weekend. A woman I should point out, who I hadn’t even met, let alone agreed or came close to having even a semblance of any relationship with, making judgements on my choice of phrasing (which I should add was entirely reasonable).

Am I going to tolerate that, as well as her likely dull patter & prioritisation of her inane speculations, simply in order to giving her some of the best sex of her life? Absolutely not; on the simplest level few women have done any better to sexually satisfy me than what I can do to myself. More than ever, I understand why less & less men are willing to entertain the concept of marriage (let alone relationships), turning to genuine prostitution (instead of the pathetic dance that is Instagram models selling themselves) & going entirely their own way.

~ Unjaded

Life Game (Pt. 2)

Sofia Vergara, because of course you would.

The worst part of anything ceasing to be, irrespective of if one can say they really did put everything into it, is the irrevocable toll it takes upon you. As for better or worse genuine creatures for the most part, without lifelong training in how to deal with emotions or more than ever any type of support mechanisms such as women have, we see men pressing down sadness, regret, guilt & so on either chemically, or by remaining fearfully static in their own life. All we ever hear about these days are ‘strong women’ who are celebrated for their incredible achievements but which when put under scrutiny, actually amount to very little. More often than not, these ‘achievements’ are little more than what regular men are doing day to day; doing their job properly. Raising a child alone. Exercising. It’s almost as though the bar for women has been pushed so low by the all accepting, non-questioning wave of feminism that now terrifies the media & business, that any behaviour expected from a normal decent person, is now championed. But only when it’s women of course.

With the endless barrage of validation available to any woman with basic knowledge of angles & lighting, what we have is an entitled, deluded, largely talentless group of people, who feel by virtue of having a vagina, they are deeply lusted after by almost all men. Parading around in outfits which are basically lingerie, I’ve personally reached the point where I’ve finally understood how society is going the way it is. I can entirely understand why any man would simply withdraw, than have to put up with what amounts to little more than a spoilt child, who will jump online at the first sign of trouble to find someone else. Reach a certain age, & you’re left with little more than the dregs of society; women who practically have allowed their bitterness over a failed marriage or similar consume them & become little more practically than whores, selling themselves to the highest bidder. While there are a few examples worth considering even as you get older if you’re willing to considerably broaden your horizons, the remainder are often so indoctrinated, they have very little to say. I can remember so many occasions where I simply haven’t been interested in what a person has to say. It’s got to the point of almost complete intolerance for me personally now.

And these are the one’s whom the uninitiated among us, choose to MARRY. To share all of their harder than ever earned gains with. For sex. And apparently companionship, which often is subject to her acting skills, as the level one must maintain to truly enamour a privileged Western raised female is now almost entirely unobtainable. Everything has an opportunity cost; steroids screw up your balls & heart. Working long hours to gain that all important scratch destroys your social life.

What’s the opportunity cost of marrying a whore? Deep reaching, damaging & potentially permanently so. I don’t need to explain why one shouldn’t treat such women for more than what they themselves present themselves to be worth. We present ourselves in the image to which we wish to be considered. But one should still bear in mind the same lessons with any woman. This is the basis for life game.

Life game is the natural progression from game to pick up women. It’s when you realise the bigger picture. it’s when you look at how you are treating yourself & what efforts you are expending, for what you are trying to achieve or acquire. This realisation could happen over a longer period of time, because of a person (negatively or positively, & not necessarily a woman), because of a sudden realisation or an observation. You might observe yourself performing both mental & physical back-flips trying to get Caesar-like thumbs up from a woman you found attractive, & be disgusted how much effort you are making to impress someone who is clearly below you almost every level. Take away the fact that she’s (presumably) a woman you find physically attractive & then make your conclusion. Regardless of if you’re seeking something serious or more casual, psychotic delusional narcissists should not be on your list at any time. Don’t even look at them to feed their ego if you’re not planning on talking to them. Let them rot within their own delusional world they have created for themselves., until they run out of time & suddenly realise how weak they are.

So let’s assume you have found a woman worthy enough of attempting something more serious than banging her on a semi-regular basis. Your challenge then, is to maintain enough game to overcome unacceptable behaviours than have become normalised. Every action has a reaction, so your unquestioning acceptance of her hammering social media with semi-naked pictures of herself in provocative poses on an almost daily basis, means her respective inbox is going to be awash; yes, awash with hungry men who think they’re the only person who mustered up enough balls to send her a message. Are you naive enough to think all of those are going to be basic billy betas? It’s simply a matter of time before some steroided mug steps into the picture & she starts looking for justifications to go off & just meet him for a ‘coffee’ as a ‘friend’. The bottom line is, if a girl is in a relationship & doesn’t have a legitimate business reason of mutual benefit to you both for putting pictures as described above online regularly, then she’s promoting herself & keeping her options open. That’s it, there’s no other reason.

Of course, the justification for this is easily found as with basically anything a woman does these days – the general populace of the western world has become so indoctrinated to the battering ram of feminist shaming that if a woman cheats on her husband, eyes & minds immediately look for a reason why she would do that. Her husband must not have been providing her enough attention? Perhaps he cheated on her?

It couldn’t possibly be that she was a just a bitch who didn’t care about her vows, because she was horny or feeling spiteful & wanted to fuck someone else?

YES, that is what is it.

Every time, regardless of any other context that is attached to it.Much like how many male ‘friends’ she’s innocently meeting for coffee, or how she justifies the pictures she plasters up online, it’s simply because she chooses to take these actions for a goal of sorts. I’m not saying every girl who puts semi-naked or bikini pictures of herself on Instagram is trying to get laid. But the very act of her doing that means she’s open to it for the right person & tells you everything you need to know about her personality. She is not content with her current lot in life, not matter how great it may be & so she is making herself available for better opportunities. Those could be financial, sexual or the ultimate goal for most women, minor celebrity. Any justification that is given is false. Actions are always evidence of intent & much in the same way that it’s now being professed that black people cannot be racist to white people (any discrimination by any party against any another on basis of nationality or colour is racism), you have no obligation to tolerate otherwise. You are not obligated to any supposed status quo or anything other which prevents you from expressing yourself in any way not tangibly harmful to another in your conduct.

Now I have hopefully spelled out what we as men are up against, in the next part of this series, I’ll be outlining methods to stand against these proliferate lies.

~ Unjaded

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

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

Zan Dates: #8 It’s All About The Marketing

The entitled modern princess of our days (Photo credit: Mari945)

The entitled modern princess of our days [Photo credit: Mari945 from DeviantArt]

About ten years ago, I was a rabid consumer. CD’s, clothes, Hi-Fi equipment, magazines, books & so on. Anything that had a decent advertising campaign, I was on it in a heartbeat. I lived my life the way I was told to live my life. Somewhere along my journey, that has changed. I no longer give a fuck about what I wear. I stream music rather than own it & I do what I myself decide to do.

Marketing does have its place though. People with businesses need to sell their product, but ultimately it’s all designed to entice you into parting with your hard earned cash so they can get rich.

Online dating works in a similar way. People sell themselves & present themselves in a manner that entices you pay attention to them, & perhaps spend your hard earned cash on a date. Should you jump through enough hoops & persuade them to say yes, they will meet you. Recently on Tinder, I began speaking to a rather lovely lady who resides near the capital city & works in (yes you guessed it), marketing. For this post we will name her Blondie.

Initial impressions were fantastic. She messaged first & the conversation just flowed. We straight away found our level of humour. We bounced off each other & over the next two weeks, messages & phone calls enabled us to really get to know each other. As is always the case with Tinder girls, I was asked about my past & how my previous dates had gone. I find this kind of question totally pointless. If my dating was successful, I wouldn’t be on the thing; I would be in a relationship. I told her I had some good dates but that’s as far as it went. I asked her the same question, & her response made me feel a little sorry for her. She had been in two relationships prior to entering the dating scene. Both of her partners had cheated on her & got their lovers pregnant. She also told me how she met some assholes on dates & was weary of anyone with a temper. Having had my own disappointments of late, I felt like we might understand each other more than most people would. It was safe to say we had clicked & we both got our hopes up considerably prior to our date. We flirted heavily, talked about our days, discussed our views on relationships, our interests & how we both felt things should be if we decided we were a good match upon meeting.

I was pretty excited. Blondie ticked all of my boxes for being a happy, independent person who had been through a lot & come out the other side stronger. She was also very good looking; a blonde geeky look with a very curvy body. She worked for a charity & seemed to have a caring nature. Blondie seemed perfect & everything I could ask for.

The day prior to the date was horrendous. A depressed mood seemed to hang over me for no reason at all upon waking. I just felt uneasy & on edge all day. It began in the morning. Blondie had messaged me to say she put on a pound in weight & was freaking out. She had been exercising a lot & eating a good diet, but this ‘revelation’ first thing in the morning had thrown her into a bad mood & I felt as though it was directed towards me. I comforted her & told her not to worry. But on she went saying ‘I wouldn’t like her’ because ‘she’s a fatty’. It was all a bit over the top. From what I had seen in photos she didn’t look fat at all.

As the day went on, you couldn’t make it up. It was one thing after another. The Doctor had been in touch to say she had failed her English exams & would probably have to go back to her country for good. My grandmother phoned me to say she wasn’t settling in to the care home she had moved in to recently. A few things at work had backfired on me in terms of the accounts I manage, & after messaging him back in October, my real biological father decided to respond by telling me I needed a serious sit down with my mother as he wasn’t my dad.

Regardless, none of this killed my enthusiasm for the date. We met the following day, me travelling ninety minutes to meet her. She was twenty minutes away by car & arrived forty five minutes late. This already pissed me off. I don’t like being kept waiting at the best of times but especially so on a first date when trying to give a good impression & furthermore given I had already travelled relatively far.

On arrival she was quite clearly nervous. But the person who sat down opposite me was certainly not the person I had been speaking to for the previous two weeks. She was tense, on edge, couldn’t take a joke & made several comments regarding my first date etiquette. I asked Blondie what she meant by this & her response instantly turned me off. ‘You know the rules of this game. You should be respectful & treat me like a princess’. She went on; ‘After being hurt badly before, I won’t settle for anything less than being treated like a princess. It’s the least I deserve’. Despite being highly irritated by this attitude, I responded in a relaxed manner, telling her to ‘chill’ & be herself.

But in truth, that outburst had already made the decision for me. I could see this wasn’t the person I would want to be with. Sorry Blondie, but I am looking for my queen. But as I was there, I decided to have a bit of fun & see what would materialise. I excused myself to the bathroom. I saw she had messaged me by text saying ‘please don’t hate me’ with a winking emoticon.

Upon my return, I apologised for my jokes (jokes that in the weeks prior were quite acceptable over message or phone) & assured her that I didn’t hate her. She then immediately resumed her entitled demeanor by telling me I had ‘all of the lines over text but not in person’ & threatened how she was close to going home, despite only having been sat down ten minutes. The previous morning she had been telling me she couldn’t wait to see me so she could kiss me & give me a big hug. On arrival, she said she had changed her mind about this due to the mysterious ‘first date etiquette’ she repeatedly referred to.

However, she did seem to accept my forced apology & when we left the cafe we were in, I decided to try holding her hand to see what reaction it got. She held mine willingly, so I stretched to putting my arm around her & daringly giving her a kiss on the head. I could barely stifle my laughing, as she began screaming at me, telling me she had just told me she didn’t want this & that I had not listened to her. I had been but was beginning to feel duped. Where had this confident, independent woman I had been chatting with disappeared?

We got to a restaurant & sat down. Again, she raised her imaginary issues about my etiquette again. I ordered a beer & her a soft drink, but when the waiter went to get our drinks I couldn’t take anymore. ‘I’m going to be honest’ I said. ‘I feel really disappointed. You have been a great laugh all week & I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. But the person you have been today is not the person I have been speaking to over these last days’.

She looked shell-shocked. Her response was pure gold; ‘I am me. But over a phone, it gives me a comfort blanket where I can hide. It’s easier to talk that way than in person. However, this is our first date and I expect a certain kind of treatment’. ‘A certain kind of treatment?’ I replied. ‘You have pretended to be someone you haven’t been for two weeks. I’ve been nothing more than myself. You arrive late & then start calling the shots about how you wish to be treated, & I’m supposed to just jump through hoops because that is what you apparently deserve? I think you should just go home’.

With that, Blondie got up, called me a ‘fucking cock’ & left the restaurant. She had blocked me on her phone before she had got two steps out the door. I paid the waiter for our drinks & went to a nearby pub to watch the football. I actually felt the most content & happy I had been all day.

In terms of the date, I felt like had been duped. Why pretend to be someone you are not?

Once, I had bought a pair of premium brand headphones made famous by a certain hip hop icon. The packaging was superb, the product looked good & it made big claims of bass & studio quality sound. Barely able to wait, I plugged them in & gave them a listen as soon as I got home. The sound was terrible. They looked good, were highly fashionable at the time but the most important part, the sound, was a real let down. I had conceded to the hype, branding & been lied to, just to part with my money.

With princess Blondie, I saw right through it before I had even opened the packaging. She certainly wasn’t fat either. Nicely curvy. I would have happily gone all the way through those hoops, had she not sold me a false version of herself.

As it stands, I am having some downtime from dating for the foreseeable. Well, that’s the intention. But whenever I lay low, that is usually when the best things seem to materialise out of nowhere. Watch this space…

~ Zan