The State Of Play

Jocelyn Chew; attractive, yet useless. Do yourself a favour & don’t follow her or any of these Instagram models. They won’t even notice.

It’s been a long while since I spoke about which women I’m seeing, banging, how & what’s happening. I would probably attribute this to them now being the most boring part of my life. Since I last wrote on this subject without tailing off into a philosophical thread, I have abandoned the nuclear wasteland of dating known as Tinder, not missed it at all & more recently, considered reinstalling it again. I found it a big time sink not just because of it’s design but the nature of the people on there.

In the meantime however, there has always been someone in the picture. SPC has finally got into the swing of being a low hour fuckbuddy now albeit with plenty of affection between us. That affection manifested itself as a request to meet me in the music room over lunch where I rehearse. That ended with her jacking me off in the middle of the room.

The BalletDancer finally disappeared. I had occasionally thought about contacting her again but her grandmother died & I think it hit her pretty hard, so I didn’t want to get her hopes up again. We’re still on good terms but don’t speak anymore.

I was seeing a redheaded Tunisian at the beginning of the year with whom I shared incredible chemistry with. A combination of holidays led to our regular thing falling apart, topped off with professions of love which was where I drew the line. A few months & some bad sex (I deduced) later, I get a call to step in & remind her how it is to be fucked well. Add her to the reserve list, as I haven’t got time to be doing repeat performances with all the girls out there.

You can add the older Ukrainian to that list too. While a highly commendable person of good character, any chemistry we had was fueled by my experience & skill, with not much to stick around for in light of other options. I took her to heights she’d never been before; to me it was a novelty but I had never expected it to last.

The older but mega hot Estonian woman & the younger Kosovan fell into the same trap; initial meetings very good but then both stopped putting any effort in whatsoever. I simply can’t be bothered with women who don’t initiate anything, even the slightest conversation. The Estonian does from time to time but has already started talking about how well we get on, she wouldn’t want sex to ruin that & the usual range of tragically lonely shit. So I leave her to it & only chase up when other options are falling through.

The older married Israeli woman who I banged once & jacked off in her office once started giving all the “let’s be friends” rubbish until I stopped giving a shit. She even sent me a list of people she thought would only be up for a fucking. In the end, only one was worthy of consideration & despite having to negotiate my way through all the usual shit testing & horseshit about how she’s “looking for something serious”, it is was clear from our one hour coffee she wanted to fuck me. Once she finally comes around for the tea I proposed, I’m confident I’ll seal the deal. On news of this perspective fucking, as well as a few dodges of her fishing for compliments, suddenly she was predictably proposing how we could “start seeing each other again”. I’m feeding her enough enthusiasm to keep her interested but always looking for more, as she does have a giant pair of breasts I’d like to play with more, but she’ll probably change her mind by next week.

A Uruguayan I’d been maneuvering around trying to manipulate me into a relationship, has ended up very well, with an array of excellent sex sessions. She pulled the “threaten to not see each other again unless we classify it as something more serious” card on me, a couple of days after I’d remarked how hot her finishing me during our last session was. Presumably feeling emboldened by this, she played her gambit, to which I of course played the reliable ” I’m very busy with a few things right now, so perhaps it’s better we’re just friends instead then” card & following a few predictable barbs, that was that. Cue the next day, where she basically entirely reversed her position & proposed us fucking again. I made her wait a little bit & then off we went again; a good regular option.

A married Swiss gym instructor who hadn’t slept with her husband for a year & declares herself to be a lesbian, often comes around after her shift. She has an excellent body & seems to like me. Her main incentive card is trying to get another woman for me & her to fuck. The idea of that has actually (in line with women generally) a lot less interesting for me. But of course I wouldn’t say no, so I can cross off that experience.

A cute little & relatively innocent Hungarian girl, who to be fair would make a good girlfriend & was angling for a relationship, kinda accepted I wasn’t up for one with her & was about to call it quits, until some dexterous texting pulled a continuation out of the bag. Some “heavy petting” (me jacking her off twice) in front of a roaring fire with a strong soundtrack later, & it’s safe to say she’s already happy to carry on as we are, for more of the same or better.

There’s another bored middle aged German & another Swiss who I’ll test the waters with but it’ll be a low effort endeavor for both. If sex is to be commoditised, we all need to be realistic about our exchange rates of their overall attractiveness against units of my effort.

The cream of the crop, with the exception of Venezuelan with whom things are going well, is with another Hungarian, who has an excellent body, red hair (always a weakness of mine) & beautiful blue eyes. She’s also someone who doesn’t tolerate well the useless, social media based fools who infect our society, which is always a plus point in my book. She’s a little beauty who I’d love to have some fun with, particularly as she’s seemingly not an idiot – a rarity among humanity overall these days.

~ Unjaded

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

Life Game (Pt. 1)

Savannah Prez, who probably has in my personal opinion, the best body of all time. So good, in fact, you get two pictures of it.

A lot of emphasis in the game world is placed upon attracting a woman, firstly to get her to sleep with you & so satisfying your immediate desire as a testosterone infused being. A read of any game blogger who has been around for longer than a year or two though, will show that even the most originally die hard of gamers are susceptible to their frame coming down when certain women press those certain buttons in us that blow our minds open somewhat. Indeed, a historical read of this very blog alone will illustrate even two such stories. While there have been countless women pass through these pages alone, these two epics were caused by women who we individually had little initial for, viewing them as little more than the latest in a long line of entertainment. Only for our worlds, our perceptions & indeed ourselves, ultimately being permanently changed.

But it doesn’t have to all be bad, & despite what you will probably hear, the prospect of your world crashing down around you in a catacylsmic event is far less likely than what should be your greater concern – the gradual erosion of something of significance you’ve established with someone. Once you’ve mastered the art of maximising yourself to attract a woman, the real challenge then lies in maintaining her perception of you. While most typical relationship advice these days would frame this as finding ways to ‘spice up’ your relationship through sexuality (to the extent of certain publications advocating how a woman’s marriage can be enhanced by her having an affair – what?!), in fact it is intimacy that will determine how your long term relationship will progress. The often quoted three year (men) & seven year (women) ‘itches’ are in fact lazy generalisations that people seem all to quick to fit themselves into nowadays in lieu of them just being authentic to what they really want. This in fact can happen any time, as is evidenced by the disposable nature of marriage today.

Intimacy is something which even if you have no desire to have a long term relationship, can be incredibly useful. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had has been with girls with who I have had a clear bond with, even if it’s nothing more than raw sexual energy. If for example, that raw sexual energy feels in enough of a comfortable position to be entirely released by that girl, then you’ll be getting blowjobs with a real determination & desire to pleasure, instead of running through the motions obligingly. Anyone whose experienced both sides of the coin will know exactly what I’m talking about. I’ll never forget when my ex EEP, felt that mix of raw desire & felt entirely comfortable to me, as I had to pull her head off of my cock after she told me she just ‘didn’t care’ if anyone saw her giving me a blowjob on the train as we pulled into the station. I should point out this was in broad daylight.

This is an important part of maintaining a sex life inside a relationship too, but can also be of much benefit in things not becoming stale. I myself am now on the verge of questioning if, that when my time in my current area comes to an end, should I accept (probably a perfectly enjoyable time) living with Venezuelan, or in fact ride off into the sunset to work in Asia or the US, surrounded by bored horny expats & riches beyond my imagination. One of the things that comes into the equation as I weigh up both sides, is the possibility of her becoming too comfortable. And this is a common situation for anyone to find themselves in, but especially now when in Western society, all of the deck is stacked against men anyway. Zan recently showed me a great example of what he’s up against elsewhere, where straightforwardly physically low quality women are conducting themselves with the attitude of a millionaire’s daughter with the looks of a prime Claudia Schiffer. I literally couldn’t believe how bad it has got, until I thought about some of the women of where I am now, giving me very little to work with at all, to the point where I simply don’t make the effort anymore. If they want me, they make the effort.

If you create an image of yourself to attract & obtain a woman, you must maintain that very same. That’s why contrary to some game practicioners, I don’t advocate creating an image that’s far from what you actually naturally are, because sooner or later you will be found out. No man’s heart is made solely from stone; we are the dogs of the world in more than the ways women unjustifiably label us as. We are also the more loyal of the species. If we demonstrate through our actions how much we love someone (instead of just saying it as some idiots do), it will be real. And if that is reciprocated, then by our very nature we will believe those expressions to also be true & so begin to lower our guard. The lower our guard, the more likely we are to revert to type, & so show parts of ourselves which may not be attractive to our chosen partner. It can start as minor expressions in say, reactions to comments or situations that are viewed surprisingly & subsequently negatively by our partners, through to complete resignation by some (notably older) men, where they abandon all effort in themselves or their relationship to another in total complacency. I do believe (having been there myself) that this is often a method of the subconscious mind sabotaging itself out of underlying unhappiness, but there are many occasions where it’s simple complacency. Often do you hear of them who reminisce of a prior situation which by their own hand, ceased to be.

~ Unjaded

Locale & Confidence

Emily Holland, with in my opinion a superbly maintained body. Literally one of the best I’ve seen.

So here we are in August of 2017; hasn’t time flown since 2014 when I started this blog. A man who was deeply in the throes of female affections, to an almost ridiculous degree. Strangely enough, with the exception of three years to which I’m told by independent sources have made little difference to my demeanour, things have changed quite substantially since then. For one, I feel significantly enlightened since then, which is probably due to a variety of things. I mentioned previously how what had happened to me in that particularly low period had a permanent effect on me. But after some travelling with my merry band of musicians sans Venezuelan, I had a little time to think clearly & evaluate my own behaviour & experiences being in a different country, with solely male friends.

And I came out realising, that a lot of what I feel, is because of where I am. Without again banging on about how where I’m currently located is dire (it is for a man of different tastes), not only have I had bad experiences here, the girls here are literally almost devoid of any type of interactive personality. While I thought it might be the way the world is going with the addiction to social media that seems so prevalent now, a trip to a neighbouring country totally reopened my eyes to why I had such an incredible life before, where I was literally banging different women almost every night. While that has been the case here at times & I certainly don’t have a drought, it has been so much more hard work at times. OK, I lived in the city back in 2014 & now I’m ten minutes train ride out of town in not the most trendy area. But there’s no way it’s going to be because solely because of that. Being abroad again, even during times with Venezuelan, I’ve seen women looking over. Checking me out. Even smiling & giving indicators of interest. Where I reside now, you literally have to be psychic to know if a woman is interested (unquestionably with the natives) & even then, upon approach you’re fighting uphill not from arrogance (although that is occasionally the case) but from a total lack of interactive skills. It’s a tiring business.

I have been offline nowadays, as opposed to the Tinder days of 2014 & even some of 2015. This has been intentional, as it’s indisputable Tinder has become vastly worst as it’s become more popular with both women & men. My last experiences resulted in a couple of catches which were fun at the time but overall it was a totally demoralising experience, as you came to terms with simply put, how shit people are now. The blase attitude of people, along with a clear devolution in communicative ability, ends up with you finding yourself endlessly uninspired, even to the point of abuse or sarcasm, asking questions intentionally to throw a curveball in the works.

Overall the experience abroad was great. Being in a vastly more populated country with a much more diverse demographic than the one dimensional lifestyle that prevails here was enormously refreshing. A range of people with their own challenges & from various backgrounds makes for people with a equally broad range of personalities & traits, & I for one always seem to find myself getting on with those who have overcome struggle in their lives, giving them that fired determination. Nothing is more boring to me than a person who hasn’t experienced anything. Or to be more accurate in the modern western world, decided to insulate themselves & minimise the possibility of ever actually taking a risk or feeling anything. How boringly pathetic, but yet symptomatic of today’s western culture.

Imagine if there was an alien invasion or some type of serious war? How many Western countries would manage to get their shit together, or at least avoid being hampered in the defence of their sovereign lands by sympathisers of the enemy?

Anyway, let’s not get into politics. My first notable argument with Venezuelan came via a political conversation this week, where I saw the first signs of childish behaviour. Although I smoothed things over for the sake of staying with her, I left with a bitter taste in my mouth & a reminder of how I should always keep in mind my options should things ever get more serious in the future. I intend to keep all of assets separate with anyone moving forward, & any marriages will be subject to a pre-nuptial. While I must say I doubt Venezuelan would be malicious, one must always prepare for the worst case scenario with women even if initiated by your own actions, such is the potential venom or minimally, emotional unpredictability of women. And that is to say, even if it goes that far.

It is somewhat refreshing to know you are always improving, & I believe one should strive to always do that. Another important factor that has been the difference to before I moved here & being here, is that I have set some goals & achieved them (actually far quicker than I predicted), & from that I set new goals, which in my mind is the only way to ensure constant progression. These have ranged from physical, where despite being older I’m probably in better shape than I was three years ago), financial & creatively.

Those goals have also extended to sex with women from around the world, where I’ve enjoyed fun times with girls from places as varied as Mauritius, Uruguay, Israel & so on – for me, definitely one of the best goals I set myself. Hopefully soon I’ll be adding yet more to that list, despite the utter lack of personality.

Walk with your chest high & never doubt yourself. When you do, remember that’s normal. Take time out. Recompose yourself. Change your environment if you need to. Change those who you surround yourself with, even temporarily. And remember, whatever you feel as a normal man is entirely fine. Testosterone exists within our body for a reason; to prompt us to ensure the human race does not perish. The same reason we defend our countries against those who seek to reduce our liberties & the same reason we work in virtual slavery for those who truly mean something to us. Although we may always & should legitimately choose to change our paths if we don’t feel appreciated or valued by those who claim to say so, there is also value in staying the course.

Do as your heart compels you too, & be proud of the core of who you are, without doubt so easily imposed from outside.

~ Unjaded

Throw Back Thursday

Paula Labaredas. What? There’s flags in the picture??

In a unprecedented turn of events, I wil be taking a trip (of sorts) back to over three years ago this weekend, as for whatever reason the stars align & both JapYog (a reminder; one of the best fucks of my life) & ShyStudent (also incredibly hot) both pass through my new location, over three years when I had been seeing both of them in the other central European country. Both of whom have provided entirely not subtle hints about how they’d like to ‘catch up’ with me as they pass through town, & I’m all too happy to oblige. Needless to say, as per recent expectations, they both have their marriage problems. ShyStudent; the same as when I’d first met her in that she stays with her husband who mysteriously reappeared out of nowhere one day because (somewhat tragically, if you know why) she feels protected by him, & JapYog’s husband finally recently having decided to go the whole shebang & divorce her. She’d been banging me for some time in the past, & frankly speaking with the amount of offers she gets, it wouldn’t surprise me if plenty more had been ‘visiting’ while he’d been away from home. Totally not surprisingly too, he has been entirley supporting her both financially & in visa status, leaving her now on a time limit before she’s quite literally deported back to Japan. In fairness to her, she has been quite industrious in her yoga based business wherever she’s been & so comes through Europe to rack up some money before going (presumably) back to her still temporarily, husband’s current residence.

I did come on pretty hard to her to be honest, from the beginning. She had / presumably still has, one of the best asses I’ve ever come across – a seemingly common trait among yoga teachers. Even an otherwise quite ugly yoga teacher from my gym has a fantastic ass. I played every card in my pack in order to get her into bed. I must say that three to four yearss ago, really was my peak in terms of getting women. I was getting to the point of complete confidence, believing I could get any woman I decided too & without any fear whatsoever. And I was doing just that, pretty much with any woman. I wasted some time with a couple of girls who were hilarious once the whole story came out, but otherwise it was a abundant time.

Then of course came the massive low, which to this day I maintain changed me significantly. Despite forgiving myself for whatever guilt had been cultivated in my head, since then I have never felt entirely the same, be it for better or worse. I must admit, part of that process has even involved deleting a post, which was a necessary step in forgetting the madness that I went through at that time. Another contributor to those changes could have been the love, forgiveness & tolerance Venezuelan has shown me since we’ve been together, although I have sometimes considered that perhaps I should have made an entirely clean break from everything that transpired. If anything, she has confirmed to me that irrespective of how things might pan out for me, her or us, there still remains people on the same wavelength as myself, who also happen to be female. And honestly, at the end of the day very few things are permanent. I have to do what’s right for me & if she’s on board with that, then all is good. And so far, it seems to have worked out very well.

The point of life is, it can be whatever you want it to me. I remember reading an article by a man of almost fifty, who maintained that his harem of three girls was entirely sustainable, & that two of them even knew about his situation with his main one, with whom he didn’t live. Other people instead get married with the best intentions & maintain a real love for another, only to find the sexual attraction dies & they make open arrangements. And then there’s those who also truly love, & accomodate the person they choose to look after into their lifestyle. The possibilities are endless.

ShyStudent is pretty much angling to come directly to my house, which only means one thing is going to happen. She’s a stunning girl & about ten years younger than me, so I would have to hold myself back a little from undressing her within seconds. JapYog required a little more persuasion last time she came & said to me after that she’d told herself she wouldn’t sleep with me again, although from the enthusiam of the blowjob she employed to finish me you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise. Then on her husband’s announcement to her that he wanted a divorce, she specifically messaged me to thank me for that very same night. She’s often hot & cold even over messages, so honestly I don’t know what to expect. I’ll certainly give her the option however, as I’d love to be up in her again. Perhaps in the worst case, I’ll just get it out & ask her if she’d like to utilise ‘this’ for anything…

On the other hand, new candidates are progressing through the pipeline nicely. Either tonight or next week, we should have a lovely Russian woman in our hands, & there’s also a new Khazak girl who I’m rather intrigued by.  And an old favourite has broken up with her boyfriend of eight months, & offered to come around & fuck me Sunday morning before her pole dancing lesson. By her own words, come over, fuck me for about an hour & then she’ll go to pole dancing. Perfect!

~ Unjaded

Resetting

Courtney Gardner, who I must admit seems a bit more down to earth. As far as Instagram models go anyway.

I must admit, my previous declaration to start getting direct & wasting less time with women has reduced my meeting & conversation rates quite considerably. In a typically ridiculous way, even a married woman expects to be romanced to a degree, or at the very least run through the motions for a while. I had gone to meeting for a drink & assuming she was attractive enough & also tolerable, to inviting her almost directly to my place.

I could see this was something a bit off for some of them. While this might work for a certain group of women or the married ones, a girl who believes herself as ‘normal’ & ‘independant’ won’t typically be too enthused by such a proposition. One of the most valuable lessons I learnt about seducing women did in fact come from a woman, in that a girl you are dating always needs hope for something more.

This is true but in all honesty, it’s a complex situation because as with any person, you don’t really know what they’re into or not into. What might work with one woman could be entirely different for another. However certain principles tend to hold more success than others. I personally believe the idea of being an asshole to women isn’t very successful, as it was often advocated by pioneers of ‘game’ in the early days. But that gave birth to the more advanced concept of maintaining ‘frame’, which is something I have found to always give an advantage; in life as well as in seducing women. I’ll always remember a French class I was in a a few years back, where suddenly there was a very loud, police related noise outside the building which made practically everyone jump out of their seats. It also startled me, but I kept my composure & didn’t show any external reaction. As the laughter died down in a largely female dominated class, an Americian woman joked that I hadn’t even flinched & threw in some comment about how masculine I was. Although it was a lighthearted remark, it proved that my masculine energy had clearly been noted.

In reality my approach has been borne from a lack of tolerance from listening to inane bullshit. Whereas in the past I would patiently listen to whatever was coming out of their mouth, which I honestly have to say was for the most part, pretty much the same. The generic, non-offensive, variably victimised & certainly not an easy lay character would come out, which I’d go along with until about the third date when they’d end up getting shafted on my sofa in my the same way they had no doubt become accustomed to. It was almost transactional in nature, where I’d pretend to be interesting in their generic viewpoints & not say anything too impressing about them at risk of them not knowing how to process it & deeming me unusual. I must admit, while my energy levels are much higher nowadays compared to some months ago thanks to a change in diet, I often found myself barely able to surpress yawning as I listened to absolutely nothing of foundation or to my interest. I don’t really drink at all anymore of course, which can limit the initial conversion steps for the first time & probably hurts my averages compared to if I did, but often the choice of where we’d go to eat would be of the most interest to me when arranging a date with a girl. What would be on the conversational menu was limited at best.

As with most things, when regularly achieving a certain, consistant level of success upon a goal one originally set some time ago, it’s easy to fall into familiar patterns. This tolerant formula I had employed had eaten into my finances & to a greater degree my personal time, despite it’s great success leading me to situations where I could (& did have) up to three women in a day on more than one occasion, & certainly different women each day. I believe my best week was eight different women in seven days.

This is now not the case. Right now I have gone down to two semi-regular lovers. The Ukrainian ex-model & SPC, who in all honestly despite an improvement through experience & training, aren’t that great in bed. Hot, but not with that natural chemistry that one finds from time to time. Yes, this was of my own choosing as it was getting tiring once things started to change from that very hot initial sexual phase, into the faux-emotional phase that women get when the sex is good. Then it’s not quite the same for me. Also, being dictated to isn’t my style, as the Israeli woman found out & got pissy because I wouldn’t acquiesce to her spontaneous desires or wishes to be the ‘only one’. I have always found it hilarious how married women can’t accept that you as a single man would have other women as well as them & have a problem with that, despite they themselves being married & carrying on fucking their husbands like nothing is happening.

Honestly it’s quite the turn on for me these days, to think of a woman fucking her husband after I’ve made her blow her load all over the place earlier that day. That’s a product of psychological corruption though, because once I’d realised that was the typical nature of women, I set out to prove that I was indeed right for the most part. And frankly speaking, I have been. Leveraging my fortunately reasonable genetic advantages & combining those with what is now approaching complete frame, I set out to enjoy myself at any cost – a view compatible with my childhood intention to live a full life.

With success however, can come complacency or even blase about the abundance. And as I have done in the past, I started to spread myself too thin & try to achieve petty little goals to become even more powerful in taking away any woman’s believed sexual power dominance. A flash of the tits without getting down to some real business, isn’t going to swing it for me anymore. Or more accurately, trying to shoehorn me into being romantic with you, when in reality I couldn’t care less about you, is also going to yield similar results. Now, I sway between indifference & hammering multiple targets in a pipeline methodogy; concentrating more on high quality targets & quickly abandoning any woman who is clearly going to have hang ups or believes she can fool me into emulating a relationship. The desperation is so apparent.

~ 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