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

Fireball

Winner of the ‘hottest redhead you can find on Google at short notice’ competition… [Photo credit to Jenna Rutter]

I met a friend for the first time in about twenty years this weekend, as part of a larger, somewhat annual trip to attend a family barbecue. The barbecue itself was superb; well prepared, lots of fun with an unconventional mix of otherwise good-hearted people. It was one of those events where you came out feeling better about humankind, with a belief in community & forgetting about all the hate about how terrible the world now is, spewed mostly for clicks & sales.

Meeting Imam was an interesting experience. Fortunately we’d had some contact in the aforementioned twenty year gap, but I was pleased to note his core attributes hadn’t really changed at all. He’d always been a well mannered & respectful person, & this remained. If anything, it had served him very well in his journey; basically discovering a passion for accounting (yes, such people do exist it seems), contending with supporting health issues with his mother, becoming a driving instructor pretty much solely for the money & again planning on going back into accountancy. A fairly solid plan all in all, for a guy who until the age of sixteen was being groomed to become a Muslim imam by his conservative father, & has resisted his attempts by the same to be married off via an arranged marriage. Not that I’m personally against arranged marriage as practically if both parties consent it’s effectively the same as a online dating service. In credit to Imam, he had resisted this as his father was trying to marry him off to an illiterate farmhand from the ‘homeland’ of Pakistan, & he’d refused by way of his own dignity & self respect.

What was very interesting, is that he noted even by way of an arranged marriage, the options presented to him locally were little more than the same those of us using conventional dating would come across; superficiality, consumerist mindset with no real practical skills such as being able to cook or so forth. While I’m not one to demand that a woman include cooking among her skill set, if I can do it so should my partner. Furthermore, I do still believe to this day that if a woman can cook or not is a major pointer as to her suitability for a relationship. Not the only indicator of course, but certainly an important one.

After I’d shared the equivalent of the last twenty years of my life with him, he looked at me a little shocked. I hadn’t pulled any punches as he’s obviously a trustworthy person. He looked at me a little longer before saying, ‘You’ve been through the grinder a bit haven’t you?‘. I thought about it & although I’m always remiss to take up the victim mantel on account of it being so commonplace nowadays, I compared my experiences to his own & had to admit, that except for the loss of his mother & his father’s cold factual approach to dealing with it only days later, he had not came close to experiencing what I had. I had recounted to him the lifestyle I had about three years ago now, where I’d had almost unlimited amounts of money, women & confidence. Then, everything I touched turned to gold. My conversion rate with women was extremely high. Approaching girls was no problem whatsoever. I don’t even remember putting that much effort in. Of course I’d meet girls but as soon as I’d got them into my place, I’d go for it & either back off if they clearly weren’t comfortable or convert if they were, which honestly most of the time they were.

Those days seem very far away now. Now I feel like I’ve been traumatised by something & am always living in fear of something happening. This past week for example, FilipinoHostess went from being very horny to having been crying via a quick bathroom trip. When I’d come back to Venezuelan after catching up with the Imam, she’d mentioned how she’d like to visit me again in the central European state. I scoured the bathroom after I’d smoothed things over with FilipinoHostess that day & dispatched her, only to find absolutely nothing that could have provoked such a reaction. Now all I think about is how if Venezuelan visits, she could see whatever this mysterious unidentifiable indicator is too, & then I have an awful dramatic situation once again. Avoiding that & not having yet another drama to deal with, will be in my eyes a successful weekend. I’ve had enough dramatic episodes for a lifetime.

After arriving for the barbecue the previous day, I had ended up spending two days & one night at home. I’d enjoyed having the whole family there. Everyone together, having fun, no one with serious health problems & no stupid tensions upheld by little more than ego’s pride. In light of people seemingly dropping like flies in the last couple of years, I was content to just have these moments with all the important people in my life around me. As I left with Venezuelan, I admittedly struggled massively, choking down a full set of tears. It was somewhat bizarre given that it had been a fully successful weekend, with no mishaps or underlying bad news. But for whatever reason, as with a lot of things recently, I have been feeling a sense of finality. Every time I’ve been around someone of worth to me recently, if I’ve been leaving them I’ve been feeling as though it’s the last time I’ll see them. It’s quite disconcerting. Is my mind subconsciously preparing me for something?

I saw the first flashes of something I strongly disliked this weekend with Venezuelan. We had been speaking about politics of all things (not usually a good idea). I had instigated it by losing my temper a little, although as she embarrassingly stormed off from the restaurant in response with me trailing behind, it was something I can’t stand. I apologised to keep the peace, but I packed all of my stuff in preparation which didn’t go unnoticed & when I raised that perhaps she could apologise for the way she’d responded, I was met with a incredulous response, which I quickly dodged out of. But although we have officially made up & apparently everything is fine, I haven’t forgotten that. There will no longer be a point in my life where I will tolerate behaviour like that & irrespective of how things pan out with us, I know I always have a choice.

Generally speaking, I feel like I’ve been looking in a lot of places & within a lot of people to find happiness recently. I had thought about two weeks ago I had reached that point, but now I’m not so sure. The way I felt when I’d left home again (that is, my real home) made me realise how I’d missed both the simplicity of my old life & also those people who sooner or later, just aren’t going to be there one day. Perhaps I’ve been looking for answers to questions that I’d only imagined myself, & in fact everything I’d ever really needed was within myself, but just needed to either fixed or satiated, or fixed by being satiated. I desire closeness & love, but am equally terrified of the vulnerability I have to expose in order to feel that. Even the concept of time passing & everyone constantly ageing; weakening, is awful. I now begin to think perhaps a bright life & dying earlier is somewhat merciful, rather than watching everyone you’ve ever loved disappearing one by one.

The Imam had told me some of the stories of some mutual friends also, which was interesting. One that had stuck out in particular was the story of Sonny as he liked to be called, who had aspired to work as a psychotherapist. He’d somewhat achieved his goal before having to get out after burnout. The Imam recounted to me an example of a situation that led him to this, as Sonny sat in front of a man whose son was critically ill & soon to unavoidably die, & who the same man’s wife had died giving birth to this critically ill child. The man sat there, saying how much pain he was in, that perhaps it’d be better if he died too, as he’d ‘failed at this life’ & if there was another life, he could try again. Understandably he was broken.

What can you say to someone like that, in that situation? Life can be brutal.

~ Unjaded

Dogma

Random internet woman, demonstrates standard army issue wear circa 2017.

We only have complete control over ourselves. The man who allows jealousy for example, to drive him into a insane state where he believes his isolated emotions will have any effect upon the woman upon whom it regards. Simply speaking, a woman (or fairly speaking, a man also) will do as they wish, as their own feelings will take priority over any empathy of another. This is the case more so than ever now, where all the emphasis is about lying, about how you have such a rich, varied, wonderful lifestyle without fault or struggle.

I often consider a lot during a typical day, which consequently results in me busying myself with either a constructive activity or when those have been satisfied, chasing women around with the intention of getting them into bed. Or on a sofa. Or on top of a table. And so on.

The sex itself is as good as ever. I can’t deny there’s nothing better for me than banging either a woman with whom I have chemistry with, one who is clearly experienced or (on the frankly lowest level) one who is incredibly hot. The newer Ukrainian for example, has the kind of body & style which literally turns heads in the street, as I noted during our evening together the other evening. Contrary to what I said about her attitude which has been at times somewhat unpredictable, I actually had a very nice evening with her, with the additional bonus of seeing her strip her incredible body down to her bikini. Rather than my usual thing of getting through the number of dates as quickly as possible, to make inviting them to my place satisfy some sort of numeric psychology condition, I actually enjoyed getting to know someone who clearly has a lot of life experience. Admittedly, more than mine. I still don’t even know how old she is but as usual, couldn’t really care less.

Aside from that, I’ve had a couple of twenty four hour plus replies to messages, after which I followed my normal protocol of deleting their numbers. Knowing myself as a man of high value, I don’t tolerate disrespect from anyone.

This week, tonight is my only night off of meeting anyone, & that has only transpired when the Ecuadorian from days past who I’d proposed to come over to relight our old fire, then cancelled on me. In hindsight, that was good as I’m absolutely shattered. I feel as though I’m going through a phase of preparing a lot of women, but not converting a lot. It does point somewhat towards boring rather than lust, but I can only do what I can do. Particularly for my age but as well as generally, I am a high energy person. But everything is finite, whoever you are, & I often look forward to a quiet Sunday, all by myself. Right now, the energy I’m spending seems to be on the ‘romancing’ phase, with little payoff. In fact, off the top of my head I think I’ve only been with one new woman in the past month, which is very poor compared to my previous track record. Then again, my stable has gone through trimming of my own accord, with only SPC being currently who I have, who fulfils all of those above criteria & honestly, who I feel any incentive to put continuing effort into. I could get descriptive here but the last time we met, she was ‘unable’ to do everything, which resulted in an incredibly hot situation anyway. That was hot.

The Tunisian was the last one of my various conquests with whom I had excellent chemistry. She would come again & again, & do everything she could to satisfy me. That came to it’s natural end however, when she professed her love for me, which I think was infatuation more than anything else. Then on the other hand, you have women with who, there isn’t really any chemistry at all. I do find it one of the most unquantifiable elements in dating & relationships. There is a lot to be said for a man maintaining frame in day to day activities & particularly in a relationship, in order to keep a woman’s respect & attention, in much the same way all women used to & a few women in a few culture still do. Remember how nice it is when you still meet a woman who conducts herself with femininity & self respect without being obnoxious or arrogant? Believe it or not, that was once the standard among women, rather than the self obsessed, de facto prostitutes that slowly infect the remainder of respectable women out there.

Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate women. Far from it in fact. I’ve also mentioned on several occasions throughout this blog, that men, although commonly discriminated against today in the name of reverse discrimination, often are the cause or at least, contributing to the same for the way things are. But some women & it must be said, the radical feminists who have corrupted what was once a doctrine for equality, are nothing more than a cancer which has infected some to the point of, not even allowing others to express a view that may incline them to question or improve their own.

A belief without questioning or testing becomes a dogma. If people are not allowed to express, discuss or compromise over differing viewpoints, they will escalate to means that will be taken note of.

~ Unjaded

Purpose & Lies

How disappointing after all the recent hotties, right? But this is all the education you need, about who you need to avoid. Sex In The City told us catagorically everything you need to know about the typical modern woman.

Today I was waiting in an airport cafe, contemplating how pleased people feel about themselves as I walked past the ‘exclusive’ airport lounge earlier in the day they went into; slightly more comfortable seats but effectively the same as any other seat outside of it, when I heard some terrible raggaton music being pumped over the speakers. I’m not against any form of music. Far from it in fact, as my side career as a musician encourages me to listen to as many different genres as possible. However on any gauge, this music was truly awful. The production was intentionally as inoffensively pop treble as one could imagine, the lyrics meant nothing whatsoever, the structure couldn’t have been more generic if they’d tried & the actual talent of those performing it was negligible at best.

Although I didn’t need to wonder as to how this garbage had ended up being pumped into the ears of unassuming airport users due to my understanding of how major labels have been trying to vertically integrate the entire music industry from composition to distribution, I did wonder how no one ever seemed to question how music had devolved so much from the crusading days of decades past. As the world as we know it today started to take shape through both the overt & covert conflicts that were unassailably easier to conduct in the days before the internet gave us proliferation of information (& to a lesser extent misinformation, although that’s another post altogether), people looked for & musicians expressed themselves through excelling in an area, infusing it with the product of them; their flavour was instilled by their very personal experiences of their pocket within the world. There was no homogeneity, as people firstly knew about, gave priority to & experienced what was happening in their own backyard. While opportunity was still heavily controlled by the prime days of the record companies & any sensible musician wouldn’t turn their nose up at any money making opportunity, the essence in the music itself was far more pure. N.W.A really were a bunch of disaffected street kids from the projects, expressing themselves in the only way they knew how – how they would on those same streets. Freddie Mercury, the self taught singer of Queen who himself fortold the dilution of the general musical summit era he had found himself a part of, sang specifically about the genuine issues he faced with a conflicted sexuality, then the need to hide that as the band grew at the behest of their label & finally, his struggles with loneliness & the condition which ultimately took him from us. The oft quoted example of Kurt Cobain also, whose depression & dependence on drugs fuelled so many of his songs & again, ended him, much in the same tragic way as the great Chris Cornell recently.

Even those who presented their music in a more commercial frame, were underpinned by struggles of gender or race when you dig a little deeper into classic works by for example, Dolly Parton or Sammy Davis. And while sadder music does tend to be more popular, we also had activists like Public Enemy & Rage Against The Machine who had real causes behind what they did, unafraid of judgement with a righteous, fiery belief underpinning their talent, which even if you didn’t fully agree with, you couldn’t help but respect. To hear the fury behind the voice of either of Zack De La Rocha or Chuck D as they poetically delivered beautiful rage, & backed their performances with participation in grass roots, real world causes was a true sight to behold.

The age of information has started to mitigate unchecked power or lies, that was previously unchallengable in those previous days. Despite what I or other people criticise about the way of the world now, it is now undeniable that even the average person has access to tools of potential power. Practically anything can be learnt from almost anywhere should one apply oneself properly. And at least in Europe, life has improved somewhat generally. In the absence of tyranny or dictatorial ambition, on a normal level places are safer, goods are more accessible & means to make money are more available (albeit still far from perfect).

And therein lies the crux of the problem; the application of the self. Most people exist in either state of total accepting ignominy, non-questioning complacency or are obsessed by petty causes that no longer require a fight.

Systemic racism, does not exist in the overwhelming majority of western or developed countries. It exists less so than ever before, as globalisation means we are already on to second or third generation immigrants across the world. It was an issue during & soon after both slavery & colonialism. Incidents of racism are isolated & because of idiocy, rather than systemic. Idiocy can occur in any race & any race, can be identified as racist. Any discrimination on basis of a difference in origin or colour is racism, & these are generally only isolated in their occurrence in the modern developed world. No one is obligated to emotional or tangible repatriation for events before they existed.

Feminism; the same. Any struggles once endured by the female population of the modern developed world are again over, & not systemic. Any incidents you may experience are in isolation. All opportunities that have been open to men, are now open to women, & any slurs or discrimination you promote against men are unacceptable & will no longer be tolerated. Phrases such as ‘all men are rapists’ are equally as utterly indefensible as ‘all women are whores’, & any exponent of such hate should expect the same punishment or retribution should that statement or action be repeated with the genders simply reversed. Reverse discrimination is still discrimination & marginalises the groups you discriminate against, simply exacerbating the problem. But perhaps without, you wouldn’t have a purpose would you?

Before, people knew hardship as technology didn’t enable every convenience. From hardship, grew anger & then, the seeds of determination to further oneself. From disadvantaged determination, grew belief & purpose. Purpose then, was rooted from where it grew; in the grounds of inequality, lack or wherever else within that person it became. They fought with vigor & if people supported their cause, it was because they identified with the champion of it, who had illuminated them to it. Even if that cause was not one they had undergone themselves, the realisation of what had previously gone unknown by the supporter & identification of that cause’s widespread legitimacy allowed them to authentically support it, until it was commonly realised.

Now, we have career champions. In much the same way as Marylin Manson intentionally raised his notoriety through well managed shock value tactics & made millions from his music as a result, we have idiots creating & subsequently championing causes that do not commonly cause concern among the populace, & are not identified with nor supported as such. Instead, these false causes are a vehicle for the ego, as we see careerists nurture the falsehoods they claim to exist, simply to stay relevant. They perpetuate a myth, mostly leveraging the hive mind mentality of the internet (mostly through social media) that appears to anyone, to have reached hysterical levels of relevance to the normal person trying to continue their normal lives against genuinely tangible challenges, like povery, unequal wealth distribution, corporate & government corruption & unfair taxation. Desperate to stay relevant in an age wherein they are constantly fighting an uphill battle, other forms of mainstream media latch onto these false causes & perpetuate them to reasonable, well meaning people who, at the risk of offending anyone to what they perceive has suddenly become a real issue, find themselves having to operate in a society where they have to be aware of everything they do at risk of being accused of ‘micro aggressions’ or some such.

All we essentially have now, is online popularity contests for long dead issues; divisive opinion over divisive opinion to win meaningless online debates, with no one listening. Meanwhile corporations, conglomerates & governments do as they wish, taking advantage of the infighting to place themselves best in the name of profit.

Wearing an armband saying you support ‘X’, often does nothing more than put profit in the pocket of ‘Y’ who made that armband. Changing your Facebook picture with an overlay of a flag or of a political allegiance, does nothing more than enhance the amount of information Facebook will then sell to their ‘trusted partners’ they mention in their terms & conditions you probably didn’t bother to read. Organised, tangible action has always been & always will be, the only means of enabling real change.

Those of you who read this, probably appreciate what I’ve mentioned here, & so I ask you to at least further these concepts to the unwashed masses who don’t even consider the concepts above. If nothing else, an aware person can make it their purpose to educate others. While thousands in the US consider the impact of what Kim Kardashian is wearing today or what micro aggression a teacher committed, equal thousands of Icelandic citizens successfully demanded the resignation of their Prime Minister after discovering he had stashed away millions of untaxed earnings in offshore accounts.

Open your eyes & unite against those who covertly take advantage at your cost.

~ 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

Indifference

Anne De Paula, hailing from Brazil. Eyes open on the news to see who’ll be fucking her soon.

Much like in economics, the rule of diminishing utility also applies to women. I found myself today discussing with a friend, how I no longer gained much pleasure from going to your typical nightclub. I have no interest in posturing to others to feel better about myself, no interest in most of the music that is played in such places, I don’t drink & getting women into bed is easier in almost any other scenario than in a club in my opinion. My self worth is rooted in the knowledge & experience of the self, the music is generally just generic shit that as a musician I can see straight through, I’d likely to be surrounded by drunken idiots & more likely to get into a fight with someone & getting women to go home with you from a club is probably the most thankless task known to man these days, even for a prime – well, prime enough – alpha like myself.

I’m now thirty seven, & while I can appreciate younger readers out there might not appreciate where I’m coming from, bear in mind I’ve hit it hard over the previous years. I’ve hit the bars & clubs (& occasionally still do the former: nothing wrong with hanging out in a bar), I’ve gone through all the expectations & jumped through all the hoops, & played the game – only to come out with fuck all. But don’t get me wrong – as a young man you should be experiencing these things. But if you really want to learn, think about what’s going on around you while you do. Those wily old dogs who have managed to come through those same menacing years you’re now living up, are probably actively seeking on fucking your girl. Don’t allow the fun, to cloud your awareness & judgement, because it’s most likely your girl is going to be jumping on someone else’s dick.

I have often in the past looked at people of high standing in the eyes of women, such as celebrities or popular sports stars, & wondered why on earth they would ever possibly consider getting married or sticking to one woman. I heard a story of a pop star, who I believe was Usher, who apparently used to just sit on his couch, while a queue of women waiting outside his dressing room to fuck him. He’d literally just fuck woman after woman, without having to anything at all. Damn, he didn’t even have to open the door; his security did that.

I jest on this blog, & it probably comes across as arrogance at times to the otherwise uninitiated. But it’s just confidence. I know what I’m good at, & also what I’m not so good at. And getting girls into bed, is one of my specialties these days. You can go back in this very blog to see the journey & the journey I took as I perfected my ways over the last two to three years. It certainly wasn’t easy, but also with fantastic experiences. While now I am almost mercilessly systemic in my approach, I do still waste time with certain people & that’s my current challenge. Also continuing to waste time with people who either don’t put out in a reasonable time frame, or who are simply shit in bed. I’m understanding when it comes to people wanting to learn, but I may as well be fucking a pillow if someone wants to turn all the lights off & not kiss.

People often talk about testosterone dropping as you get older, but your attitude towards sex (& life) is going to be influenced more by whatever your genetics have blessed you with & also the lifestyle you lead. It’s well known weights increase testosterone. The actual drop between an eighteen year old & a seventy year old man, is estimated to be approximately only twenty five percent over the course of your lifetime. Over a lifetime, that’s practically nothing. What will change considerably depending on your experiences, is your attitude towards women & life.

Right now, I’ve reached a point where I know most tricks to get most women into bed. It doesn’t matter so much on their relationship status, age or much else. It simply depends on me identifying what type of character they have & critically, how much effort I’m willing to put into it. An example would be the Ecuadorian woman I have spoke to sporadically over the past months. She gave me her number, met up with me – even came to my house once, despite being married. She then told me over a matter of a few weeks, how firstly she couldn’t go any further with me, & then soon afterwards, how much she liked me, loved spending time with me & wanted to go further but was resisting ‘temptation’. Why was that? Because I changed my attitude to her, once I realised she was more of a romantic.

But let’s be clear. This didn’t mean I started buying her flowers or professing my love to her. Far from it. What I did, was subtly modify the composition of my messages to her, the way in which I propositioned her to meet & the way I behaved with her, into a ‘softer’, more emotional approach. With other girls, this could not work at all , because they want a dominant man & see it as weakness. But with her, it was the key to unlocking her heart / legs. That said, I didn’t sleep with her because I had come to the point where frankly, I had a whole host of other girls who were already sleeping with me, good in bed & with whom the arrangement was little more than coming over, fucking me & leaving again. That’s perfect for me.

But there ain’t a thing like contagion. And as I considered what I enjoyed doing in life, what I missed & new possibilities, I realised there were a lot of things I’d rather be doing, than getting certain girls into bed. Anyone who for example, is going to flake on me more than once (once is permissible, as it can happen & also then gives me a freebie), regularly not respond to text messages or with whom I have to meet more than three times before they agree to come to my place (they all know what ‘coming over for dinner’ means), is wasting my time. And I can think of at least two women I’ve been spending time with who most guys would fall over themselves to get into bed with. And if they messaged me to tell me, ‘can I come over & see you’, I’d most likely answer ‘yes’. Such is the blessing of being an attractive woman – you can get fucked whenever you want. But for me, fuck them. I’m not going to tolerate being ignored or treated like an idiot, just for the sake of some pussy, when I’m practically drowning in it anyway.

~ Unjaded

Surrealism

Welcome to Anllela Sagra – another ‘Instagram Model’ (not sure when that became a job) & owner of a fine ass body.

It’s so interesting how one’s perception can change with time & experiences. From a moment of realisation in conversation, to reading a phrase that stays with you while you make your way through a book. A lot of this takes place in simple day to day interactions, but gets lost because the delivery is inadequate for the moment or the stage isn’t grand enough.

On the macro level, it can happen through a number of subtexts. The internet taking the place of so much previously face to face interaction is something I’ve gone into more than once, as is the influence of the politically correct media seeping into the millennial generation; apparently the most depressed & least sexual generation to date. Clearly not a coincidence.

I’m a person who can happily eschew people for a certain period of time, being content in my own world. An introvert at heart. But even I acknowledge the central importance of any of our most central memories, being intrinsically attached to the involvement of another person or people. Doing shit alone ain’t really much fun. That said, delving too hard into isolation or surrounding your every minute with others can also be exhausting, even physically as well as mentally. Embrace something too much & you may end up deeply within in, forgetting why you’re there.

A classic strategy to put young people off of smoking when I was growing up, was to give them as many cigarettes as possible & tell them they’d have to finish all of them that day, before doing anything else. Typically, this would of course result in them being violently sick & through association, being totally off cigarettes for good. There seems to be something to this, as I know quite a few people who’ve experienced something similar with vodka (even at an older age) & then never touched it again.

Much in the same way, the more we deny something, the greater we might desire it. Most cite age for this but I don’t agree entirely – experience is something not equal to age depending on how one chooses to live their life but invariably is connected due of course, to the passing of time that brings us opportunity or experience. Those jaded young men believing a relationship at the age of seventeen to twenty two will be the answer to all their problems do have good intentions but are painfully unaware of how they are not taking into account the typically true nature of today’s Western female. They do this, because they know no better. Only hard experience will show them that the path forward is self improvement & self-sustainability. Even those reading this, may attempt to take this advanced path early, & good for them for doing so. But the reason ‘why’ one is following that path will always remain without basis, & so the vulnerability will always remain. Many a man has created the life he thought he wanted, only for something inside – something without foundation, to fall; by his own hand or otherwise.

So in many ways, you could say it’s a rights of passage. Girls being as they generally are now, allow us to take the best of any situation presented to us, by putting some of us through hell or at the very least, proposing such trades that no sane person would possibly go for under any other pretext. For example, “I’ll be only yours forever” in exchange for financing my lifestyle, your seed, your unabridged openness & faithfulness, & no mistakes whatsoever. Of course, we all known what happens should someone make a mistake (entirely acceptable by the way; anyone doing anything that have to do will make mistakes & potentially end up in bad situations) & for example, the classic test of you being imprisoned. How long would it be before she strayed? If your answer is anything other than “She wouldn’t”, then any such trade is utterly worthless to you. You’re giving everything for a lie.

As I have mentioned here before, I am involved in the music industry. Anyone who has had some level of interest from a label or management company will testify, that whatever you believed before joining that organisation, will quickly be torn to pieces in the interest of the greatest success of the band. If you thought your image for example, was very cool, you’ll soon be told in no uncertain terms that it’s not, if it’s not.

And therein lies the essence of the greatest issue we as people face; being honest with one self when faced with a situation. When another tells you things in real terms (which happens most often in business, usually from those who have found success through it), it’s around this point that egos get hurt. Dealing with your ego is one of the biggest challenges you’ll face, & it reveals itself not only when hurt, but also when one wants to convince one self of something, which may not be entirely true & they know it. Time & time again, I’ve seen people trying to convince themselves of an idea. If that idea involves someone else, an entirely non-controllable entity, then you’re already putting yourself in a dangerous situation.

The unfortunate truth is that, as many have alluded to, society is in a state of decay. The proliferation of internet, the degrading of shock value, the rationalisation & acceptance of everything, & removal of structure outside the workplace has made life joyless, people detached from each other, relation non-permanent & options available to all.

Give a man power & you’ll see his true nature. Give a woman power, & much like hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, hell will soon be made real.

~ Unjaded