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

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

A Desperate Sprint To Nowhere

Emily Ratajkowski, because despite her not having a lot to say & coming across as a bit of an idiot, still takes a good photo.

Thundering through a blog entry while at the day job & I’ve got some down time in waiting for people to get back to me. Formalities tomorrow as I go for a perfunctory in the other building way around the other side of the city, to be conveniently followed up by meeting another old Ukrainian. She’s the absolute example of a bitter woman, but incredibly hot for an older woman with a killer figure. Regrettably my desire to place her within & experience quite pornographic situations has overidden my secret desire to tell her to go fuck herself, at least until I’ve experienced that a few times. Of course a divorcee, she’s been running through the clubs since they divorced as well as having to maintain the mother role to her eight year old daughter. It’s clear she’s been through a lot of cock & harboured up even more bitterness towards men, as they don’t take her seriously, have their fun with her before moving on to conquests anew.

This might sound judgemental or presumptious, but all the key signs are there. Projections of anger onto people (such as myself) about the smallest things that frankly speaking, are utterly unacceptable & she knows, she wouldn’t get away with if her pussy wasn’t up on the negotiating table. While I certainly have wilted on occasion in the early days of this blog, I simply maintain my own principles of respect, manners & self improvement, which the quality of the people around me seems to degrade as real communication is cast aside in favour of the volume & convenience of digital communications. But I’ll meet her tomorrow, & the next meeting will be a conversion attempt at my house. Which I don’t think will be too difficult, providing she finally comes. Women like her know exactly why you’re trying to engineer some privacy, but then if that’s not what she wants too then stop telling me things like ‘I want to see your tan’.

In another turn of events, a woman who worked at my old gym got in touch with me after about at least a year, which was entirely unexpected. Several messages exchanged later, we arranged to get together. But of course, this was when she’s coming back from working in Croatia for a month, where of course I couldn’t careless if she gets fucked (because I’ll be doing exactly the same thing in the interim) but she might get hung up on some dude who won’t be wasting time on a large breated blonde, albeit one who is effectively a bodybuilder. Yes I wouldn’t mind that at all, as you’ve probably worked out by the amount of times these posts are headed by a fitness model. I’m all about those firm asses & packing enough muscle to hold their own.

Last week I banged four women (three in one day) & prepped four others (two in one sitting). In fairness I’ve already banged the older Israeli woman (who has massive breasts it should be noted) but she’s got back in touch & as well as constantly flirting with me, now seems intent on pimping me around the huge circle of women she knows, starting with a bisexual Romanian massage therapist.

Now those are descriptive words that match well when talking about a woman. She’s probably a seven overall but has the potential of another woman being involved, for which she gets some extra incentive points (all metrics are madeup as I frantically write this by the way). Israeli mentioned about watching me bang the Romanian chick, so after a cancellation by someone else who escapes my memory now, off I went to acquaint myself with both of them. The biggest highlight of that trip was meeting a couple of really nice dudes who’d also come out for whatever reason, which pretty much says it all about how much conversing with such women generally interests me at the moment. The Romanian spent the first half of the conversation telling everyone about how great she apparently was while not enquiring as to anything about anyone else, while the (married, I should add) Israeli spent the whole time flirting with me & rubbing herself against my leg. Like, quite literally almost humping my left leg. In any case I felt like going out so it wasn’t a wasted evening as I predict tomorrow is likely to be. Friday was fun. SPC came over & off we went as usual with our crazy chemistry. After telling her I had to go into the office for a meeting, I walked around a big block, keeping my eyes open & then barely managed to clear myself up before my current Ukrainian came over. Much of the same then ensued, & then off she went. But I really am getting tired of her now despite it being super easy. She is very attractive but only knows what I have taught her & frankly, that’s boring for me. Plus I can do better than that. I’m going to start with younger women again for longer term involvements & save the older one’s for a few hits. Soon after she left, in came the Portuguese girl who has a boyfriend, who has again decided she now would in fact like to sleep with me again.

I must admit, it was hot banging another dude’s girlfriend. For whatever reason, it can dangerously get me off. Probably the power thing from feeling I’m right about most women. In any case, if he did find out I’d be doing him a favour anyway. She had apparently struggled with the guilt but obviously not enough to not come see me anymore. When I’ve done that before, I have felt totally exhausted. But this time, although I obviously felt a little more tired than usual, it was fine. I still love sex as much as ever but to be honest, value what I have with Venezuelan more than anything else. I don’t think anyone, regardless of that ever burning fire for attractive women, would turn down genuine, meaningful affection & closeness, over a bunch of idiots spouting the same rubbish ad nauseum night after night. I had a friend once who mentioned to me not to leave it too long until finding alonger term partner. I was a little sceptical then, as I was in the midst of a phenomenal role, basically banging everyone I set my sights upon. Even now I look superior to men ten years younger than me & have the age experienced advantage of advanced game. However irrespective of what lies within me, I see what he was saying now. While your range of options might be greater with these advantages here I list (younger or more attractive women), in reality it’s very unlikely you’re going to connect with people of for example a much younger age. And would it even be pleasurable? I know I would not long be able to tolerate an eighteen to twenty year old girl who wants to hit the clubs every weekend, no matter how attractive she was & how good the sex was.

As we age, the pool dries up. Whether you be fishing in a ocean or a pond, the water will stagnant & so will the fish within it. They’ll be fish who were already pulled out, dried up outside the water & thrown back in. They’ll be fish who were caught again & again. They’ll be mutated or diseased fish, infecting the others. Cook it well enough & you can eat any fish. But some undoubtably will taste better & satisy you for longer than others.

~ 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

Idiotic Narcissists

Jennifer Casula, one of the next up & coming… ermm….

The self imposed female isolation continued this week, & the attrition is hilariously in full effect. With women unable to justify why they’d continue to see someone who isn’t giving them the attention they’re getting from elsewhere, their head starts to turn & someone else enters the frame in your position. Remember, you’re playing a role. Filling a gap in their narcissistic little universe. Women place the concept of ‘being loved’ over anything else, which is why they can be very open to sex with other people. It’s only when they think about things, that the rational mind starts to kick in, which is why one should never propose anything sexual to a girl in direct terms. Get her in the situation which will practically be the same  & that will be that.

One of the wisest things I’ve ever heard & incorporated into my life, is the importance of judging people by their actions, rather than what they say. It’s become laughably easy to stir up a psychological bees nest in the middle of their ‘holier than thou’ performance they call their day to day life, & before you know it they’ve become so intrigued by this exciting lone wolf, they’ve imagined you to be the best fuck in the world & just ‘have’ to find out. Make some obvious but understood ruse to get them into privacy, & before you know it you’re banging someone else’s girlfriend / wife.

Of the few male friends with whom I share these types of experiences with, I am not judged but understandably queried as to if I feel any sort of guilt around what I do. The simple answer to that is ‘not in the slightest’. This has occured (the woman fucking someone else) in what I estimate to be about seventy five percent of relationships these days; not on an ongoing basis necessarily but certainly for a ‘one off’ or somesuch. It’s increasingly rare to find any couple entirely happy with their situation, because I believe we are regressing to our base instincts as the influence of religion wanes & is replaced by the consumerist ‘take as much as you can’ mentality. Anyone with even a bit of sense will see this has the double benefit of not only increasing corporate sales, but also dividing people ever further, as idiots speak up for their chosen merchandise as though they are paid lobbyists for the company themselves. This diseased mentality pervades modern relationships, as the tempting call of something more always echoes in the ears of the stupid; them never satisfied with their lot. There’s always someone who understands them better, someone who is a better lover, someone who has a bigger dick & so on. But inevitably they get burnt & then pragmatism starts to kick in. Women compartmentalise men to serve their needs, providing there’s no risk. They effectively use men as tools to service their needs, said needs of which take presedence over anyone else. This obviously includes their long term partner but at the bottom of the pile is of course the compartmentalised man; more often referred to as the ‘lover’ or whatever localised terminology is preferred there.

It’s actually even gone beyond that now, where some girls (particularly the one’s who are attractive & appear approachable, or who have a lot of provocative pictures over a large social media presence) don’t even compartmentalise by person, but by role. Once a woman has taken that first step over the line of cheating on her partner, then something inside her realises the possibilities. The ‘seal’ of fidelity is broken & suddenly, all being safely undiscoverable, she creates a space for a lover in her life. The only thing holding her back is the risk of her losing everything, as despite the voracious third wave of feminism advocating equal rights & ceaselessly reminding us of how independant women now are, most women are quite happy to be provided for & exist under the wing of someone else.

But assuming she feels confident there will be no risk to her baseline of her otherwise wholesome home life, she won’t think twice about fucking someone else. And then go home & do the same with her partner. So no, I don’t feel guilty in the slightest, that I use these bitches for what they’re worth. If anything, I only struggle with how my needs conflict with the one person I actually care about, who regular readers will know who that is.

Bear in mind throughout this piece, I am talking from experience through observing actions, rather than what is said. I don’t write inflammatory pieces just to get prime position on a manosphere aggregator, or inflate accounts of what I’ve done, do or will do just to paint an illusionary picture of how the world is. I write what I write based on personal experiences, in situations I myself have observed or more often, been in myself in order to try to open the eyes of my less experienced fellow man. Take heed should you wish, or jump in yourself. Just be careful not to drown when the tides become more aggressive than you expected. Swimming among the rougher seas might be more exciting when the waves take you to heights you might have never seen otherwise, but they hit just as hard when you’re on the way down.

That foreboding warning out of the way though, & in fact my life is pretty good right now. Taking a two week break from anyone gave me a lot more time to get on top of a few things & I certainly was more productive. About three to four of the girls I was seeing have dropped off for whatever reason, which is great as I feel I’ve ‘cleared the decks’ & can either start afresh or in fact just fuck them off & concentrate on myself. If I choose to replenish, I’ll defintely be taking the non-specific level of commitment to (generally considered to be) single women, whereby I’ll go through the motions a bit & tell them let’s ‘not put a name on things’ so it all goes ahead smoothly until they get bored. For the one’s who have a husband or boyfriend, the more direct approach will be taken, where I tell them I’m disceet & only interested in what they’re only interested in.

Or maybe, just maybe, I won’t do anything at all & forget about all the idiots & be content with what I have…

~ Unjaded

The Culling

Samantha Grimes, someone who actually does something rather than just banging people. But a female bodybuilder; devisive… Would you?

A week & a half ago, I again bid farewell to Venezuelan after a great weekend together. Following her departure, I had no desire to meet any other women. Even the one’s who were in theory willing to turn up, fuck me & leave again, were unappealing. It is hayfever season, where because of the sun & me generally being dosed up on hayfever tablets reduces my desire to meet women outside (for seem to be obsessed with the sun). I had a great weekend with Venezuelan as mentioned, which while is not the direct attributable reason behind me not wanting to see anyone else, was certainly a contributing factor. If nothing else, she has raised my bar in women noticably. When you have a beautiful girl who does her best to be a genuine person, please & accomodate you, & is indeed externally as well as internally beautiful, irrespective of if you choose to be faithful or not it changes your perception. I can understand how people who’ve been married for many years to someone who they felt very much in love with, only for it to turn sour over time must feel. Any heights of euphoria may well be out of reach after a lifetime of experiences starts to push your boundaries beyond what they were. Such is one of the symptoms of ageing I guess.

Additionally though, while I have complained greatly of my locale for the last two years, I have to reiterate it really is one of the most dire places I’ve ever been.  As mentioned above, on one hand you have someone who is showing you truly what you can be a part of & how a woman should be, & on the other side you have examples worse than anywhere else I’ve ever been. Literally, any man would start to question himself in an environment such as this. While there are attractive women here, they seem to be incredibly unfriendly or open to anything. On top of that, you have what I can only describe as an ‘errored’ personality here. At best, you might be able to start up a polite conversation but even getting to that point is laughably difficult. Most conversations, you’re there trying to create a theme of conversation & you feel as though there’s no sexuality whatsoever. In other countries, even if the woman isn’t interested in you then you’ll at least get a little bit of back & forth between you both. Here, it’s like the exchange of information is the only concievable reason they can comprehend as to why you might have started a conversation with them.

I think also that the quality of women here is also dreadful, to the point where half of them aren’t even attractive or attempting to be feminine. It seems like a global epidemic now that women are deciding not to be attractive or feminine, & my aforementioned experiences & feelings I mentioned here led me to wonder; is this the logical endgame of third wave feminism?

Here & to a slightly lesser extent in other European & westernised countries, there is no sexuality. No chemistry. No feeling of life in the people. With the exception of the few friends I have here, I literally feel like I’m in the Truman Show or The Matrix sometimes. I’ve never seen a society so utterly afraid of offending or speaking up against someone. It’s like political correctness has overtaken everything, & as a result everything that once made life fun; making love, making mistakes, expressing yourself truly through artistic medium becomes unacceptable for whatever reason. Those forms of expression become filtered, as everyone starts to fear reprimand from the unknown hive mind that manifests itself mostly on the internet.

As a result, I’ve literally let natural attrition (not bothering to maintain contact mainly, as most of them seem incapable of initiating a conversation) take it’s way & cut off basically all of the girls I was seeing. I simply have no interest at the moment, & most things seem like a better way to spend time & effort.

There was a terrorist attack in the UK last week, as no doubt anyone reading this will be aware of. I deleted my Facebook account long ago & am regularly getting closer to deleting my few remaining online profiles too, but Zan brought to my attention how most people’s response to the attack, was to change their Facebook status or profile picture.

How fucking pathetic, & indicative of the issues facing Western society today. With religion long fallen in most of these countries, there no longer remains a means of control or regulation. And by regulation, I mean a measure of how to moderate oneself. Instead, we are subjected to what should be the most free medium (the internet) becoming the enabler of consumerism. Everyone I know is struggling with every day life, but I look on Instagram & everyone appears to be rolling in money & demonstrating how talented / rich / succesful they are. Would anyone in their right mind truly advertise online how successful they have been financially for example, if they are truly financially successful? Theoretically, they are opening themselves to complete ruin. You’re giving anyone all the information they need to take any or all of that away.

But coming back to the main point, we are experiencing the degeneration of people. I have no particular desire to have children but if I did, there’d be absolutely no way I’d raise them in a Western country. The newer generations that inhabit these countries are utterly useless for the most part. ‘Fake it until you make it’ was the key phrase for a generation able to promote themselves far greater than their actual level in life by simple utilising the internet to paint a false picture of themselves.

And as a man, women come very much into this picture. Generally the less likely sex that will truly specialise in something & become a true expert, this also comes across in their personalities. Alongside not being friendly, younger women especially are also practically unable to hold a normal conversation by way of not having educated themselves beyond what has been fed to them or whatever is the popular view. Nothing is taken in, in depth. The age of communication & technology gave birth to a generation defined by distraction & idiocy. Not knowing about certain subjects is normal for any person but to act in a rude, false or even agressive way is never acceptable. Men have been painted as useless & otherwise equal to women for so long now, that it’s been indoctrinated into an entire generation. Now, barely any women feels the need to impress herself upon any man, because the value of dating was far higher. I can even remember when women used to do things to attract a man. I’m getting older but I feel as though I’m still a reasonably good looking person who (much more importantly)  knows game very well. And since being here, I cannot remember a single time a woman tried to promote herself to me. I am old enough to remember when women actually placed a lot of value on the prospect of being dated by a man. Now, it’s utterly throwaway & sex is subconsciously treated as a reward.

A line I read very recently was ‘if you instead put a dick on most women these days, you’d be utterly interested & not remotely tolerate any of their shit’. And it’s true. I’m all up for true equal rights, which in most forms exists anyway today. But listen hard when I say girls, that you may feel a little special by virtue of that which exists between your legs but for a lot of you, aside from that you offer very, very little at all.

~ Unjaded