The State Of Play

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ Unjaded

Division

Here’s another useless idiot contributing nothing to society…ah sorry, I mean ‘Here is Melanie Iglesias for your viewing pleasure…’

One thing I’ve noticed about dating women as you get older, is how you have to change your approach somewhat because women have decided they want to entrap men. This, is rapidly becoming the main reason why I’m considering getting out of the game altogether. It’s so boring listening to used up or broken husks, trying to manipulate you into a situation which resembles a relationship. There seems to be a big misunderstanding that just because you’ve decided you want a relationship, your pussy isn’t going to be enough to persuade Unjaded of all people to parade around with you at various pointless social events & within pictures, putting at risk what I’ve accumulated up until this point & giving up all my freedom. Simon ‘self esteemless’ Nofriends whose barely had a sniff of it his whole life might fall for that shit, but I’ve seen what some of these fuckers are capable; the spite will drive a man into the ground until he is utterly ruined, while she will drink down the spoils of half of what he used to own.

Of course I don’t proclaim that all women are like this, nor that it comes from their nature. It may be part of their nature but only in the same way by way of his higher testosterone any man is capable of being violent.

No, now I’m at the point where I think that while there are women who because of trauma or revenge wish to destroy men, I also believe that there are interested parties who have a view on infiltrating & influencing groups to the point of extremes. This can be on a malicious level, where those with means implant people who actively look to raise their rank within that group & then control the direction of the group, to unchecked majority discrimination which is highly active. While we hear endlessly about how women should be afforded equal rights in any area deemed to be attractive (you don’t see many feminists campaigning for equal representation to work in sewerage maintenance for example), you don’t see anyone trying to change the massively outweighed representation of gays & women in the media. To the point where someone with a qualified background will not be hired, unless they see that they can be controlled or manipulated somehow – the emasculated men. Look at what I believe to be AskMen.com, whose editor (a man, of course; although that is stretching the definition of that term considerably) is someone who a feminist website retracted his comments, because he fully advocated men dying of cancer.

That is what we, as men are up against now. Total disdain for everything men have done & continue to do to make this world function. The occasions of which one could either simply reverse the gender of a phrase after which it would be universally condemned, or where women or homosexuals totally dominate certain influential sectors with nothing being said at all, are now countless. The only things that work in men’s favour are somewhat ironically, the feminists showing themselves to be tiresome & without a tangible endgame. In reality, most people are quite reasonable & those who do support these entirely unrealistic feminist proposals do so more for attention or because of some underlying mental issues.

All of this however, brings us back to the initial point; the valuation of the vagina. Even if all of the above is of no direct consequence or interest to you, which could be an entirely realistic scenario given that most ‘active’ feminists are tucked safely behind their keyboards in highly developed countries while their kin get slaughtered, raped & enslaved in countries where feminism is clearly lacking, the furore of it all trickles down, because one thing that is common among humans & particularly among females is the need for acceptance. The ideas that are circulated at length by the keyboard warriors succumb either to a huge media explosion after a company is accused of something that in all likelihood isn’t that big a deal but validates whatever it is by apologising for it, or it becomes viral (among women) over the hive mind… sorry, I meant social media of which who are the biggest users? Women of course!

At the end, some of you understandably will have never seen the way things used to be. When men were respected. And it’s the constant battering & discrimination by extremists that make men feel embarrassed to enjoy life. Contrary to what an increasing number of women seem to think, men are fathers, sons, children, creators, saviors & carers too. Yes, some men are bad. Some people are bad. That is something irrespective of gender. This is not a man vs woman thing, in much the same way it’s not an Islam vs Christianity thing, a capitalism vs communism thing or a black vs white thing. This is all a means to control everyone, through fear, debt, hate & irrationality. If you want to make the world a better place, look after every good person in your community & treat as required, the one’s who widely resist against the common good. Every division makes everyone weaker.

~ Unjaded

The Dance

Ola Jordan, beneficiary of good genetics & dancing an entire lifetime

Another body leaves the room, the ceremony completed. The dances have been performed & either rejected or accepted. Practice makes perfect & I am master. Sometimes I change the steps just to see what happens; before long you know who likes which steps & how, & then they like you enough to pretend to allow you, what they wanted all along anyway. I sit back, as though nothing has even happened aside from all it is to me, the primal need satisfied. I resume what I was doing before she arrived, as though it was as formulaic as getting up to make a cup of tea. The boundaries of long ago simply no longer exist. It is not that they are blurred or I have lost track of where they should be – they are long gone. It’s simply a process.

Anything will lose it’s allure when the journey to obtain it becomes so well known, that is no longer stimulates. The end of stimulation is the beginning of stagnation, & satisfaction is the death of desire. We exist to experience & take the road to what seems unobtainable, but providing we have within us enough to persevere, we will always achieve at least some success. There may be consequences or failure along the way, but stay the path & you can experience all that you want. And once there, we indulge. And then we assimilate & it all becomes normal, before we no longer feel what we expected it to be.

A beautiful girl, totally captivated with me, a body made as though it were sculpted, giving me free license to do as I wish. Recklessly throwing caution to the window, attempting to accost me in unsuitable locations where word to her husband could easily get back to him. The moral implications, nothing to me. I think not of any duty to people I don’t know. While it’s true only the innate decency of most people prevents the world totally collapsing into anarchy, I care not for those who should be able to look after themselves. The men whose wives want it all, are not my concern. She is married. She has license from him to roam. The criteria is women only. She has endless volunteers, a plethora to choose from. She mentions another man’s name, in an attempt to instigate a spark of jealously within me.

I care not. I’ve been here many, many times before. It means nothing to me because ultimately, neither does she. It’s all part of the dance. She has his name tattooed on his back. I see his name in huge letters as I penetrate her from behind. After I’ve finished, I’m politely going through the motions so I can keep her as an option to see again, once the fire again burns too furiously within me. I secretly yearn for her to leave. As I have her lie on my chest in an empty display of affection from me, she tells me how they haven’t slept together for a year & how he has slept on the sofa for that same year, even after she offered him an open relationship . It’s clear he’s depressed, but by death do us part, does she spend too much time to fix him. She was ripe for the picking all along & once something caught her eye, she was ready to go. The prospect of her family back home seemingly does not even enter her thoughts.

I understand now why people start to lie to themselves. If you’re unfortunate to be in a string of bad situations or susceptible enough to sabotage yourself by surrounding yourself with people who are not good for you, once you get a shred of happiness you hold onto it very tightly because it’s one of the few cracks of light you may have seen in the otherwise unyielding darkness. No one wants to be unhappy but life is very tough, either tangibly or psychologically or some, both. Accepting the indiscretions, so those few beautiful moments will still come along from time to time. It’s understandable but is the very nature of self flagellation & must be broken.

I know. I’ve been there.

~ Unjaded

Conversations With Zan #5

‘Do you carve those angles into your beard intentionally?’

Unjaded: The typical narcissistic modern female’s whole existence is based upon preemptive, unbelieving falsities.

Zan: It’s taken me of the most of the night to comprehend the magnitude of this statement. I’ve treated this as a numbers game for so long that I’m bored of that equation. For now I’m trying to find out about myself, by pushing my limits along the way.

Unjaded: Like banging members of the same family?

Zan had been sleeping with a girl & somehow started chatting with her mother too, which resulted in the mother coming over to his house the day after he’d banged the daughter, for a taste of the goods.

Zan: Even that feels normal. Help me now.

Unjaded: Limit pushing! Yes, I know what you’re saying. Still have a little bit of that in me. Just work it through & enjoy the process. You’ll start finding other things far more interesting soon.

Zan: Like?

Unjaded: Well, like the day I decided I wanted to bang four different women in a day. Stuff like that. Banging women with husbands & boyfriends, which always seemed to give me more of a kick than a single girl. I know why; because of the power thing. I liked to demonstrate my power. It’s a bit sick really & comes from when I was a young man seeing women have all the sexual power & feeling helpless. But then, everyone is sick in some ways. People just decide to indulge, suppress or purge it: the latter through total, prolonged submersion.

Zan: Interesting. I always preferred banging loads of women when I was in a relationship as it was more exciting. Probably the same underlying reasons though. Now though, it’s the equivalent of having a wank. Ultra basic.

Unjaded: When I was with my ex who in hindsight treated me like shit in certain ways, I got a massive kick out of banging her after I’d banged a different woman earlier in the day. Because I resented her. But I don’t get that with my main squeeze now, because I actually like her. In fact, I struggle a little bit to reconcile needs against guilt at times. I’m fucking paranoid about getting caught, to the point of CIA levels.

Zan: What will be, will be. That’s the control element.

Unjaded: Yeah sure I know that. I accept the risk profile.

Zan: When I look back, my main three relationships have all been with narcissistic women. All were a cunt in some form, hence why I enjoyed doing shit behind their back. Do you remember me telling you about that girl I finished with earlier this year? The super kinky one that pissed herself for that guy? She messaged me yesterday after a seven month gap.

Unjaded: And does that surprise you? Of course not, because you knew she’d come back as you fucked her well, & she’s presumably a cunt with low self esteem.

Zan: Nothing does anymore. He dumped her and now she’s crawling around for affection. But, the way she spoke to me was like the things that bothered us then are still bothering her now. I took great pleasure in struggling to recall who the other guys were and pointing out her low self worth. Seven months!!! She’s still in the same mindset as then too. So pathetic.

Unjaded: Because unless she has a light bulb moment of great introspection, she is doomed to keep repeating the same mistakes & being the same idiot.

Zan: I agree. It’s funny because at some point we have had that light bulb moment and now it amuses me when people haven’t. I’ve been amusing myself with the one that text me yesterday out of the blue. She’s still giving it large about the boyfriend who gave her the best orgasms ever (and ultimately chose his job over her). She’s so self absorbed, me telling her I’ve not great orgasms for a few years barely registered as the insult it was intended to be.

Unjaded: I just feel sorry for them mate, especially the men. I actually think men have more chance of escaping that mindset than women, providing they embrace the pain instead of hiding from it. Women typically just go deeper & deeper into their delusions, like a vinyl constantly being played, & the needle slowly scraping the grooves deeper & deeper.

Zan: I’ve stopped drinking coffee whilst reading some of the stuff you send!

Unjaded: It’s true though. Even when I’ve tried to help them, they seem to listen but fall back into habit. Being self aware is one of the most important traits one can have I think.

Zan: I’ve met so many women who are good at pretending to be self aware, but when you bring up the inconsistencies in what they tell you the truth becomes clear. I was talking to The Spanish Knife the other day and I think even my mother is narcissistic. My upbringing with her was horrendous at times.

Unjaded: Of course man. They want the validation from fitting into a peer group, but then pick & choose whatever reflects their inner desires, & then find a way to rationalise the breaching of their moral standpoint. It’s called compartmentalisation.

~ Unjaded

Extremist

Not incredibly beautiful, but you know you would

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ Unjaded

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