Great Comments By RVF Members

Gustavus Adolphus

Kingfisher
Gold Member
I don't recall this one being shared, but whatever anyway- it's got something for everyone.

From the How to handle a 9.5 thread, WIA drops it (again) like a hail storm that only the most omega motherfucker on earth would deny the icy truth in his words.

I am quoting in full, because it is necessary here. The world, when it comes to banging bitches, is not that bad, even though all we hear is bad news, every fucking day. I am living proof, anyone can get better and achieve the success they want in life. Keep those good vibes, brush the bad ones off and have fun with the time you have on this planet. It's a great place to be, just look around and know what a gift you have at your fingertips!

As always, thanks for all the advice you give to the forum, both in PM and elsewhere.

WestIndianArchie said:
Being intimidated is normal. That shit's to be expected, even as a vet. At this point in my career, i've banged a lot of bitches that dudes wish was in their stable - but every once in a while, I'll run across some top flight shit that got me stammering for an opening.

That being said, rather than bring that bitch down and think of her as a 5 - you need to bring yourself up. She might be a 9.5, but to her, you're an 11.

If a top shelf bitch is giving YOU attention, it's clear that you're a top shelf dude.

Think about what girls look for
- more social
- cooler
- taller
- stronger
- richer
- smarter
- funnier

Whatever bitch you sink your dick into, not only is she beneath you objectively, but she thinks so as well. She thinks she CAME UP. Like haha, "this dumb mf'er is about to make me cum, even though he could have someone better than me."

Lotta cats think their competition is with other guys. Naw B.
Your competition is primarily internal. Your unconscious mind is not giving you permission to do the shit that you want to.

With respect to her, most fine ass bitches can have whatever objective thing you can think of.

She want's a tall guy, she can have a tall guy.
She want's rich, she can have rich.
She want's a guy with a porno size dick, he's already in her speed dial.
She want's a pretty boy, they don't stop talking to her.

In 2015, even fat bitches can get that. FAT BITCHES! Think about that my G. A chick that's been dogged her whole life can take a pic showing off them carb loaded titties and suddenly all manner of guys want to take her out, show her the town. Even ugly bitches are getting picky.

With all that choice, all those options, even the best of the best becomes banal and boring to a top flight chick. She hears so much noise, she longs to hear signal.

So if a fine ass bitch gives you the time of day, SHE'S THE LUCKY ONE.
She finally found a dude that can excite her in ways that she can't articulate.

Trying to talk a bitch down in your mind, that's Game 101. That's for dudes that have been shit on their entire lives. They have to "demonstrate high value". A dude ain't doing that shit for her benefit, he does it for himself.

It's important to go through Game 101, a seduction bootcamp. Stressing about what you're gonna wear, when and how often to text, whether she wants to add you as a Facebook friend. 101 is some of the best time of your game career. Shit is new and sweet. Might be frustrating, but you get that first # from a cold approach, that first make out on the dance floor, that first hand job in the parking lot, your first one night stand - it's nothing but bliss.

All these games, routines, working out, gear - it has some external value - it does work - but the real value is what it does to you and your mind.

You buy that 1,000 suit, fits nice, in style, good color - that shit makes you feel like a million bucks. Some floozy touches your cashmere/silk blend, and you're like "bitch get up off me"

I am somebody.
I am worth something.

That sniveling bastard that spent his Friday nights online or lamenting with friends...He's stepped to the side.

Once you're in this game for real - you start to see how
- self conscious these bitches are
- their facades

and you'll also realize your own worth.

If there's ever a game secret... it is that one.

I might not be "fat" but I got a gut for a relatively skinny dude. Hell sometimes a broad won't see my shine cause I'm not polished all the time.

I know I can talk to a bitch and take her on a mental trip that no dude has ever taken her on. The bitch that gets to chat with me is lucky as shit. No one else is going to talk to her and expand her mind like I will. No one makes her feel smart, dumb, sexy, ugly, happy, sad like I will.

This is not some magical shit I refer to either. This ain't Michael Jordan/Warren Buffet shit - it's accessible shit, it's a mindset, it's a willingness to take YOURSELF seriously.

Suddenly having the perfect comeback to "Where are your friends" "Aren't you a little old" "Is that you're pick up line" - becomes stupid and pointless.

You start to see her antics for what they are.
She's afraid.

And you are not.

WIA
 

H1N1

Ostrich
Gold Member
I stumbled across this during my daily dose of Lizard stalking, and I believe it to be amongst the most important posts on the forum.

https://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-35154-post-706095.html#pid706095

Icarus, your post is in itself a good succinct statement of the dominant metaphysics of our age. That is not surprising since the things one believes most deeply strike one as self-evident truths to be taken for granted.

But there are real problems with it. A very big problem is that "atoms" are in fact every bit as much of a human construction as "meaning". It is important that nihilism with respect to meaning -- the conviction that there is no objective meaning to be found, and any claim to find one is nothing more than a species of subjective or emotional chatter -- always goes hand in hand with the most shrugging Platonism with respect to mathematical objects.

The picture is one of a universe necessarily disconnected from human meaning or purpose, governed by objective mathematical laws that exist independently of the human mind, and that we may only discover through mathematical science. These laws, because they exist "out there", independent of human cognition, have the privileged status of objectivity; all other assertions cannot aspire to this status and are merely "subjective".

The trouble is that mathematical Platonism is an almost self-evidently ludicrous idea if you really examine it for a second. There is no "pi in the sky"; there are no mathematical objects that magically exist outside of human cognition. What are these objects exactly? The quite obvious reality is that we invented all these mathematical objects, just as we invented everything else. "But they work!" Yes -- we invented them so that they would work. That is their point.

Once it becomes clear that there is no privileged domain of objective Platonic truth that is necessarily disconnected from human sentience, one can also see the confusion in the idea that statements about meaning are necessarily invalid merely because we "just make them up" -- as if there were statements of any other kind! Once the idea of a sacralized mathematical domain of the only "objective reality" is removed, one observes that we proceed in life at all times as if all sorts of statements are objectively true, as if there is very much such a thing as objective reality and we deal with it, more or less successfully, at every instant. It is only when we try to do philosophy that we are so mesmerized by the notion of some impossibly hard and perfect truth that we dismiss perfectly valid ways of thinking about the world as somehow secondary and inferior to that chimeric vision.

I believe that a good starting point for thinking about the meaning of the world is to realize that there are two different things: human sentience, and the materials that surround it and of which it is made. It is not easy to understand the nature of that difference, but everyone is aware of it and acknowledges it. It does no good to deny this difference by describing us as machines governed by some external mathematical laws -- since it is we, human sentience, that invented those laws and mathematics itself in the first place.

Once this difference between sentience and materials is seen, it becomes clear that the most fundamental activity that sentience is engaged in is attempting to gain increasing control of materials. The cumulative scientific and technological progress of mankind over time is the outcome of this relentless struggle of sentience to manipulate non-sentient matter and bend it to its will. That activity can be taken as almost the definition of meaning and purpose. Thus, the most basic occupation of sentience is one that involves it with meaning and purpose at all times -- whether or not this is consciously realized.

It was unfortunate but inevitable that while dismissing the kinds of Platonism involved in religious faith, we overlooked the very similar confusions inherent in mathematical Platonism and were led to the current dominant metaphysics of nihilism. I think that this situation will eventually be rectified once the brute force consequences of technological progress -- our ability to affect the physical circumstances related to our own bodies and brains in truly game-changing ways -- begin to show people the real point of progress, and give them an instinctive understanding of how sentience proceeds vis-a-vis materials; all while increasing our raw intelligence, which will make these conclusions easier to arrive at. At some point, Wittgenstein's work in the Philosophical Investigations will also be rediscovered and it will be seen that it laid the foundations for seeing through the confusions inherent in Platonism of every variety.
 
One of the all time greatest on RVF, from Kaotic, an appeal to a man about to destroy his life:

kaotic said:
Goddamn Fathom wants to hamster this all away.



I'm not going to be nice or sugarcoat anything below:


Dude, you made a thread on a forum asking the advice of some other random dudes on the internet about a woman in your life.

If that isn't an obvious sign of doubt and question, then I don't what the hell is.

You CLEARLY aren't sure about this, you already have the cons laid out.

"B-bu-buut she's the best I'll ever get"

BULLSHIT ! You can always do fucking better - this girl is a booby trap waiting to go off. You can already see her trying to control you, she is NOT supporting you.

You're just another asset to her plan to live life - not a partner.

She won't let you go on your overseas trip to work - she's not being supportive.

Guess what she'll do when you're gone overseas ? Probably hope on the cock carousel to lash out at you going abroad.


There are ALWAYS better woman out there, you need to have the right skillsets to find them.


"B-bu-buut I don't have those skillsets, I'll never get a girl like that, so I'm settling on this one"

FUCK THAT ! Workout, eat right, learn game, start approaching, work your ass off, establish yourself - you'll absolutely find better quality women and pussy.

You're living in such a negative mindset with such a self defeating attitude.

You won't listen to what we have to tell you, you just wanted to vent, in the hopes of someone saying, "you know Fathom, go ahead and marry her, she sounds great"

Those aren't your children, she's been married before, if she was abused - that shit will come to haunt you, she wants you to sign a pre-nup, she's angry about possibly going overseas.

I had a hotter girl, with no kids, who adored me, who wanted my children and to marry her in the next few years.

I WALKED AWAY FROM IT.

https://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-52295.html

Because I knew in the long run, it wouldn't work out, she had some issues, I wasn't committed enough.

I knew the writing was on the wall - which is why I posted it on the forum seeking advice from senior members - to confirm why I was doing so.


Frankly, you need to see this from an outsiders perspective (which has been done given) and you need to knock that pussy off the pedestal.

You can do so much better than this woman.

Also, NEVER depend on a woman to make you happy, to fulfill you, or to complete you.


The thing that needs most work is your INNER GAME - you need to rebuild your self confidence.

So you got crushed by your first marriage - yet "please my lady, can I have some more?" and want to wife up this one ?


NO dude, what you need to complete YOURSELF before you even try to date anyone, let alone marry.

EDIT:

I'm probably around the same age as you, I don't have my own house, rentals, boat, whatever. That shit doesn't matter right now in your life.

Start working on yourself, not trying to find the right woman who'll take care of you.

A man will take care of himself, a man will asses his weaknesses and work on them, a man will be humbled by others and accept their advice, a man doesn't worry about what women think and does what he wants.
 

Going strong

Crow
Gold Member
Off The Reservation said:
One of the all time greatest on RVF, from Kaotic, an appeal to a man about to destroy his life:

kaotic said:
Goddamn Fathom wants to hamster this all away.



I'm not going to be nice or sugarcoat anything below:


Dude, you made a thread on a forum asking the advice of some other random dudes on the internet about a woman in your life.

If that isn't an obvious sign of doubt and question, then I don't what the hell is.

You CLEARLY aren't sure about this, you already have the cons laid out.

"B-bu-buut she's the best I'll ever get"

BULLSHIT ! You can always do fucking better - this girl is a booby trap waiting to go off. You can already see her trying to control you, she is NOT supporting you.

You're just another asset to her plan to live life - not a partner.

She won't let you go on your overseas trip to work - she's not being supportive.

Guess what she'll do when you're gone overseas ? Probably hope on the cock carousel to lash out at you going abroad.


There are ALWAYS better woman out there, you need to have the right skillsets to find them.


"B-bu-buut I don't have those skillsets, I'll never get a girl like that, so I'm settling on this one"

FUCK THAT ! Workout, eat right, learn game, start approaching, work your ass off, establish yourself - you'll absolutely find better quality women and pussy.

You're living in such a negative mindset with such a self defeating attitude.



Those aren't your children, she's been married before, if she was abused - that shit will come to haunt you, she wants you to sign a pre-nup, she's angry about possibly going overseas.

I had a hotter girl, with no kids, who adored me, who wanted my children and to marry her in the next few years.

I WALKED AWAY FROM IT.

https://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-52295.html

Because I knew in the long run, it wouldn't work out, she had some issues, I wasn't committed enough.

I knew the writing was on the wall - which is why I posted it on the forum seeking advice from senior members - to confirm why I was doing so.


Frankly, you need to see this from an outsiders perspective (which has been done given) and you need to knock that pussy off the pedestal.

You can do so much better than this woman.

Also, NEVER depend on a woman to make you happy, to fulfill you, or to complete you.


The thing that needs most work is your INNER GAME - you need to rebuild your self confidence.


Start working on yourself, not trying to find the right woman who'll take care of you.

A man will take care of himself, a man will asses his weaknesses and work on them, a man will be humbled by others and accept their advice, a man doesn't worry about what women think and does what he wants.
:clap:
 

blck

Pelican
Gold Member
About The Manosphere

LINUX said:
seaguy87 said:
Hello,

I've been reading ROK for a while now and I've been trying to wrap my mind around some concepts; I hope some of you will be able to help me make the mental links:

1) I was wondering if some men are just naturally alpha and/or have never had to swallow the red pill?

2) I am trying to understand the link between women's hypergamy and their association of sex with emotions. For men, our sexual needs are (primarily) physical. For women, it's (primarily) an emotional need. Is this dichotomy true? If so, how does hypergamy affect their emotional satisfaction?
By alpha, assuming you mean "self-reliance" Let's talk.

Take two guys, both with similar make-ups and genetics.

One sits on the computer all day long reading manosphere blogs and books on how to be alpha, he's funny, he's charming, he has a way with words. Lets call him "FuckHerInThePussy89". He gets a very good reputation, starts a blog, starts a podcast, writes an ebook saying the same things others have said for the past 10 years etc, even charges for Skype sessions and sells a DVD program entitled "How to be Alpha.". People admire him. He a scholar. He likes this admiration. He likes the money.

Then there is another guy:

Let's say he is in a plane crash , loses his whole family, has to bury his 5 year old daughter to keep the vultures from eating her body. All he has with him is some dry clothes, a rifle, a knife, and a few miscellaneous items. He knows that camp is 20 miles west and it's going to take him a few weeks to get there. He has another daughter at home so he can't give up. In the distance he hears the howls of wolves and the snow is coming.

Assuming guy one ever gets off the computer and guy two survives the wilderness. Which one will spend their life being self-reliant and living a truly masculine role, walking his own path, and not giving a fuck what others think.

So no, I don't think being alpha is natural, it's an acquired trait starting at birth by refusing to fold with the deck of cards that society or God has dealt you. It takes struggle and pain to take on that role and can't be learned by reading. And keep in mind, there is huge difference between being alpha and being popular.

To be perfectly honest with you, If I would take all the guys from the forum that I've met that I would consider alpha. They all have one thing in common. They've been dealt a pretty shitty hand of cards and inside their head is a constant struggle on a constant basis. They all lived a life like guy number 2 but have slightly different stories.

That's my take.
LINUX said:
I have to disagree. Guy #1 creates an online empire, making far more than guy #2, and took no unnecessary physical risks. Guy #1 teaches how to be alpha to millions of readers and creates a new mindset for a new age. No matter if he is censored, others will carry on the torch of truth, and his legacy will live on.

Guy #2 survives for a few days, like on a t.v. show Naked and Afraid, might get a 20 second local news segment, and disappears into obscurity. Comparing apples to apples, I say guy #1 is far more alpha. I aspire to be like him.

I said nothing about legacy or building an empire. I doubt guy number 2 is going to give two shits about legacy.

So you think this Meehow PUA guy who does exactly what you talk about:



is more alpha than Olympic gold medalist Rulon Gardner:

In 2002, Gardner went snowmobiling with some friends in the mountains surrounding Star Valley, Wyoming. At one point, he became separated from the group. During his efforts to regain his composure and regroup, he fell into the freezing Salt River with his snowmobile. Unable to move any farther, Gardner decided to build a shelter and wait for a rescue team. He remained stranded for the next 18 hours. After several hours in his makeshift shelter, he stopped shivering, which led him to believe that he was dying. When he was eventually rescued, he was experiencing hypothermia and severe frostbite. Due to the physical damage, a saw had to be used to remove his boots. The harrowing experience cost Gardner the middle toe on his right foot, which he keeps in formaldehyde in a jar in his refrigerator, to remind him of his mortality.
On February 24, 2007,[9] Gardner and two other men survived a crash when a light aircraft he was traveling in crashed into Lake Powell, Utah. The men swam an hour in 44 °F (7 °C) water to reach shore, and then spent the night without shelter.




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LINUX said:
Sciurophobia

90% of the stuff in manosphere is shit. Stop reading it. It's obviously given you a negative outlook.

Since the brain is a reflexive organ, most of things are written while under a certain state of mind -- loneliness, frustration, anger, jelousy, etc. and while our brain changes day to day and experience to experience, words are always online to stay even as we change.

You growing as a man, is going to be determined by your ability to sort though the truth and bullshit. And you do that by real-life experiences, not reading stuff on the internet.
Here is an example: I've got a few friends in Indonesia at this moment; every weekend they have a table service at a famous night club surrounded by 10 women who are their close friends. These guys are complete ballers, and not a weekend goes by that they aren't fucking one of the hot girls at their table (that other guys only dream of), or a random friend of a friend of a girl sitting at the table , while also making everyone in the club jealous because all the women in the club want to be a part of that group .

Do you think these guys are sitting around reading that article that was posted on "why men shouldn't be friends with women?"

Fuck no they're not.

Learn to sort through the bullshit and start enjoying life because it's too short not to. No man should be a slave to his own emotions.
 

blck

Pelican
Gold Member
Leonard D Neubache said:
Here's a personal opinion the likes of which I have not seen voiced elsewhere in this forum.

The longer a relationship lasts, the deeper the hole it will rip out of your soul when it's uprooted. This is not Disneyland shit. It's a fact. Humans and indeed many of the higher mammals are adapted to forge strong bonds and those bonds are protected by the biologically induced sense of loss we feel when we lose that member of our "tribe". There is at first the massive sense of loss that lasts for a varying time, but generally a few weeks (or months at worst).

But what most people don't consider or even acknowledge is the lesser degree of loss we continue to suffer over the rest of our lives. Anyone who's lost several close family members will probably attest to this. It changes you as a person, and while it may make you harder it does not make you happier.

It seems like most guys on this forum take an approach to life which says "I rationalise this, therefore I will feel it as such." Umm, not really. Sure, we're men. We like to think that emotions are something we can banish with logic but we're still made of flesh and bone. It doesn't work that way.

So this ties in with your dilemma thusly.

It doesn't matter what pretence you enter into this relationship with. Your very biology is going to fuck you when she's ripped out of your life, regardless of whether it's on your terms or not. We see this all the time when some guy dumps an LTR he's completely fed up with. In theory he should be over the moon, but we all know that it leaves a scar that you have little to no means to truly heal.

Having said all that, this bitch is seriously bad news. You understand why now? A smoking hot woman that is completely fucking unreliable is the most dangerous force a man can get entangled with because your biology is not interested in all your fucking excuses when it ends.

Your genetic coding is going to think it's hit the jackpot! OMFG! ARE YOU SEEING THESE GENES? THOSE GENES AND OUR GENES ARE GOING TO CREATE A MASTER FUCKING RACE AND PURGE ALL LESSER BREEDS FROM OUR LANDS! WE FUCKING DID IT! ALL WE HAVE TO DO NOW IS KILL ALL POTENTIAL RIVAL MATES AND WE ARE FUCKING GOLDEN!

You think that voice is going to just "switch off" because you say to yourself "well, we both knew this wasn't going to last". NOPE! That voice is going to say:

BRAH, YOU FUCKED UP BRO! YOU WERE GOING TO CREATE THE MASTER RACE. YOU HAD IT ALL AND YOU FUCKED IT UP, BRAH! YOU FUCKING BLEW IT!.

And in the back of your mind your loins will be feeding you that for a loooooooooooong fucking time. She will always be "the one" no matter what a bitch she was and how much your conscious mind hated her in the end.

This is not even going into birth control sabotage and what happens when a 30 something empowered woman yanks your children out from under you in a society where you have no fucking control over the outcome. That's basically what you're seeing above but on steroids.

So there you have it. You don't get to "just fuck around for a bit" with women like this. Here genes have gotten their claws into your genes and vice versa. Only the depth of penetration and subsequent trauma of removal remain to be seen, and that my good man is simply matter of how long you choose to keep playing this unwinnable game.
Truth hurts
 
I don't know where that Leonard post is from, but it's dead-on. The first girl I ever loved - we never had sex. She broke up with me while I still loved her. My dick was on fire, it actually hurt. As if my my brain/penis was literally trying to tell me: "brah you should've fucked her, that was it. That was your golden ticket to her amazing genes."

Girl was gorgeous and had BPD. Anyone who has dealt with BPD girls knows they scar you for life. Imagine not even having sex with her and then your entire being for months agonizing you over how you fucked that one up.
 

Leonard D Neubache

Owl
Gold Member
^ I endured a similar situation. I was plying a young virgin with incredible genes who'd been fucked up by feminism and had "sexual issues". I played that game for far too long and to my credit got closer than any man had prior but in the end pulled the plug because I knew her brainwashing ran too deep and even if I nailed her the sex would only be awkward and rare thereafter.

But to this day my dick still whispers of those perfectly spherical gravity defying titties and that unblemished alabaster skin.

"Fuuuuucked uuuuup, Braaaaah. Maaaaaaster raaaaaaaaace......."
 

Matsufubu

Pelican
Leonard D Neubache said:
^ I endured a similar situation. I was plying a young virgin with incredible genes who'd been fucked up by feminism and had "sexual issues". I played that game for far too long and to my credit got closer than any man had prior but in the end pulled the plug because I knew her brainwashing ran too deep and even if I nailed her the sex would only be awkward and rare thereafter.

But to this day my dick still whispers of those perfectly spherical gravity defying titties and that unblemished alabaster skin.

"Fuuuuucked uuuuup, Braaaaah. Maaaaaaster raaaaaaaaace......."
Truth. I have an ex, an objective 8 and a 9 to me. Total psycho, manipulative, terrible girlfriend and shit in the sack. Wouldn't touch her with a barge pole now, totally toxic and it's no wonder I dumped her.

Nearly 2 decades later still fantasize about her...our kids would have been Ubermensch, no word of a lie. Your body and mind just won't forgive!
 

Thrill Jackson

Kingfisher
Gold Member
blck said:
Leonard D Neubache said:
Here's a personal opinion the likes of which I have not seen voiced elsewhere in this forum.

The longer a relationship lasts, the deeper the hole it will rip out of your soul when it's uprooted. This is not Disneyland shit. It's a fact. Humans and indeed many of the higher mammals are adapted to forge strong bonds and those bonds are protected by the biologically induced sense of loss we feel when we lose that member of our "tribe". There is at first the massive sense of loss that lasts for a varying time, but generally a few weeks (or months at worst).

But what most people don't consider or even acknowledge is the lesser degree of loss we continue to suffer over the rest of our lives. Anyone who's lost several close family members will probably attest to this. It changes you as a person, and while it may make you harder it does not make you happier.

It seems like most guys on this forum take an approach to life which says "I rationalise this, therefore I will feel it as such." Umm, not really. Sure, we're men. We like to think that emotions are something we can banish with logic but we're still made of flesh and bone. It doesn't work that way.

So this ties in with your dilemma thusly.

It doesn't matter what pretence you enter into this relationship with. Your very biology is going to fuck you when she's ripped out of your life, regardless of whether it's on your terms or not. We see this all the time when some guy dumps an LTR he's completely fed up with. In theory he should be over the moon, but we all know that it leaves a scar that you have little to no means to truly heal.

Having said all that, this bitch is seriously bad news. You understand why now? A smoking hot woman that is completely fucking unreliable is the most dangerous force a man can get entangled with because your biology is not interested in all your fucking excuses when it ends.

Your genetic coding is going to think it's hit the jackpot! OMFG! ARE YOU SEEING THESE GENES? THOSE GENES AND OUR GENES ARE GOING TO CREATE A MASTER FUCKING RACE AND PURGE ALL LESSER BREEDS FROM OUR LANDS! WE FUCKING DID IT! ALL WE HAVE TO DO NOW IS KILL ALL POTENTIAL RIVAL MATES AND WE ARE FUCKING GOLDEN!

You think that voice is going to just "switch off" because you say to yourself "well, we both knew this wasn't going to last". NOPE! That voice is going to say:

BRAH, YOU FUCKED UP BRO! YOU WERE GOING TO CREATE THE MASTER RACE. YOU HAD IT ALL AND YOU FUCKED IT UP, BRAH! YOU FUCKING BLEW IT!.

And in the back of your mind your loins will be feeding you that for a loooooooooooong fucking time. She will always be "the one" no matter what a bitch she was and how much your conscious mind hated her in the end.

This is not even going into birth control sabotage and what happens when a 30 something empowered woman yanks your children out from under you in a society where you have no fucking control over the outcome. That's basically what you're seeing above but on steroids.

So there you have it. You don't get to "just fuck around for a bit" with women like this. Here genes have gotten their claws into your genes and vice versa. Only the depth of penetration and subsequent trauma of removal remain to be seen, and that my good man is simply matter of how long you choose to keep playing this unwinnable game.
Truth hurts
I can't agree with this enough. I was close with this girl for over a year (she was a slut but very caring and pretty girl). The relationship was complicated and when she cut me off for whatever reason... I felt and still feel like I lost a relative. Flashbacks of us together have been fucking with my head every day. I dreamed about her over ten times. Logically I know it's over and I need to move one, but as stated above I feel like something has been ripped out of me. I'm scarred and I just haven't been as happy in general as I usually am. It's a total mind fuck and I don't know how long this is going to last. It's crazy and makes me wish that this whole feminism sexually liberated era ends soon. This just isn't natural.
 

Chowder Head

Kingfisher
Gold Member
From the Pitt/Jolie thread:

Sumanguru said:
Thanks for the post, Conscious Pirate.

Reading through that history, that woman has more flags than a UN meeting. And Brad ignored all of them. That's why I think one of the most important things the Manosphere does is teach men to pay attention to signs of craziness. It's so easy to ignore the crazy when the crazy is beautiful.
That line really made me laugh.
 

Leonard D Neubache

Owl
Gold Member
Cobra said:
Cobra said:
My initial reaction below but more to come. I am a US Navy veteran and quite apalled.

:facepalm:
I don't write long posts any more and hence my hope is that I am not too incoherent here.

I wrote this earlier and wish to clarify. I was in the Navy for 4 years active duty and another 4 in the active reserves within a "Seabee" unit. For an Indian immigrant like myself that at that time was only in the country for 6 years or so, it was a new lease in life. I'm not an all-American dude that had a normal middle class life and just had social problems to deal with. I came from a poor immigrant family, with no cultural assimilation skills or guidance and had to build myself up from the very bottom while resisting every single thing that made me who I was to that point. I literally had close to zero confidence, petrified to talk to pretty girls my age, wore shitty clothes, couldn't run a few laps on the track without loss of breath and couldn't fight worth a shit. The Navy turned around each and every single one of these elements around full circle to as positive as could be. Today, I'm very successful in almost all aspects of life, but had I not joined the Navy, I probably would not have had it. So while this post may be long winded, I dedicate it to those that created my success.

My pride in the Navy was like every other person's in boot camp. We were taught to love the Navy. Ratings were just one source of that pride. A boatswain's mate (BM) was known to be the rough and tumble guy that didn't give a shit. A Gunner's Mate (GM) was known to be a bad ass with weapons. A Ship's Serviceman (SH) was known to be a social mofo. A Disbursing Clerk (DK), my own rating, was known to be the "money man" aka player. People wore their rating on their face. It's just the Navy I remember. Another thing worth mentioning was the advancement of minorities. Up to the point I joined, the only way I had seen black people portrayed was on TV and a few thugs in my shitty high school. In boot camp, this was thrown out the window. I mean, we were all literally the same BUT each had a chance to prove himself; no fucking advantage (except maybe physical which could be overcome) anywhere to be had no matter where you came from. It was a place where I finally felt like I had the same chance as others. Now, this meant a lot to me because up to that point, in the backwards ass town I grew up in, I was told I wasn't as good as any of the white guys that had the sweet cars, pretty girlfriends and went on great vacations. Here, I finally have a chance to build myself up. So did every black person that came in there; nothing holding them back except themselves, just like me. Without elaborating, fast forward 20 years. One of these fine gentlemen is a "Commander," many others are "Chief Petty Officers" or above, and others are in officer ranks. I clearly remember how some of these guys came from even the worst areas of South side Chicago. For example, if you run into that Commander, you will realize he still retains some of that accent he retained from maybe the hood in Chicago, but the guy leads a unit full of trained operators that can do damage. Remember I said Boatswain's Mates were the ruff and tumble; I remember a lot of these guys were tough as nails black dudes from some crazy walks of life and earned not only the respect of that rating but fit right in with their direct and tough approach on life. We also had a whole lot of Samoans as Gunner's mates. These fuckers just made great Gunner's Mates. I felt like they were the warriors with weapons if you can picture that. Oh and the Phillipinos; great technicians, especially Electrical and Engineers. They were smart as fuck. If America was like this, with respect to cultures, without being so damn politically correct, I would be okay.

I have a bone to pick with this "gender neutral" bullshit too. There were women in some of these ratings that did great, including some bad ass black women that were Boatswain's Mates. However, there were also some real slutty ones, and quite a few, that got pregnant just to avoid a deployment. This shit was prevalent every month. They added little to no value to the lower ranks. Every time one of them left, a man had to pick up their slack. This meant, more deck work, more lifting boxes, more swabbing decks. All, because of a pussy pass. Now Mabus wants to blur the lines even more and empower these bitches further by shitting on tradition.

Now, about the only positive I see from this is that there may be some flexibility to move across specialties if people are not "rated" a certain way outright. That's fine but one could still argue that you can do that without eliminating the pride sailors have developed in the rating system. Another words, let people keep their ratings but if you want to give them more training in other areas, so be it, but don't fuck with their rating. This has already been done before anyways. I mean, the "warfare" qualification has already been instituted for a similar purpose. I earned my surface warfare pin. It meant that I knew a little about how every aspect of the ship worked; meaning if I were to be assigned to the Engine Room, I know where shit was and how it worked or that if I was assigned to the bridge, I literally knew how to drive the ship. All this being said, I was still known as the clean cut money guy and wore that check with a key on it as a source of pride.

This Mabus led change makes almost no sense except to "neuter-alize" the military into being a vanilla culture-less institution where pride and tradition don't matter. As I mentioned above, given our cultural diversity in the US, the Navy and maybe even the Military in general is one institution that has created an inclusive yet respectful environment for Americans from all walks of life including myself and then helped them succeed. There is tremendous value in that from the stand point that the civilian world could even use this as an example. I mean, in the Navy, either you were good at your job or not. Either you were cool, or not. Either you could get pussy, or not. It was truly an equal opportunity institution where you couldn't bitch about your race without getting your ass handed to you. It gave me great confidence here that as long as I work hard and stay connected to people, I will get very far.

Look, starting at the same place and having the same opportunities, is not the same as this liberal concept of "everyone is the same." No, you don't get treated the same if you had a chance to prove yourself and you fucked up. You go to the back of the line and start again. OR you can choose a shittier job. Instead of clearly understanding this, our leaders and politicians are feeding us tremendous bull shit regarding how we should treat people better just because of the way they look or where they come from, even though they haven't earned it. This Mabus "change" is exactly a pre-cursor to the next shittier version of this plan. Ratings were about earning your way in; and you were let in if you fit in culturally. It was a symbol of success into a community. They are trying to break apart each and every community by destroying the symbols administratively and turning it into a number.

Certainly a sad day for my Navy. I want to tie these cocks to an anchor and drop it in the middle of the meditterranean sea and sing "Anchors aweigh" as they hit the depth.
This is the kind of equal opportunity that makes a nation great.
 

Buck Wild

Kingfisher
Great comment on the techniques/toolkit needed to investigate a girl's sexual history:

It's definitely true that women will lie about their sexual history---their ability to secure long-term provisioning is a stake so there much incentive for them to be dishonest.

But in my experience, if you come across non-judgmental and you win a girl's trust she'll tell you what you want to know about her history. In obtaining this information, your biggest ally is time. Yes a woman will lie---but no one can lie forever and keep all their lies, backstories and details straight. Like most worthwhile information, the truth about a girl's sexual history usually cannot be obtained quickly. It takes time to build that trust and really get to know who she is and really get her to open up. And during that time you are also observing her behavior and social interactions as well. Is she an attention whore? How does she react to "slut shaming"? How many of her friends are guys she's "really close with"? And so on. I will say again: time is your ally and you need to be able to play a long game to get at what you need to know.

To that end it helps to have a certain mindset, IMO. Getting a girl to sleep with you involves ramping up the attraction (alpha) but you also need to make her feel comfortable being alone around you. This "comfort" game---the more "beta" side of game, if you will---is what you will (usually) need to ramp up, just a bit, to get a girl to divulge her sexual history over time. At least in my experience. What's been most effective for me personally, is subtle maneuvering to demonstrate a non-judgmental attitude and then slowly, sometimes obliquely, sometimes directly divulging some information about myself as well. Being willing to make yourself a little vulnerable has been very useful to me. If you have a girl who, over time, doesn't respond to your probing, your own honesty and willingness somewhat vulnerable---then either, 1) the "comfort" side of your game needs work, or 2) this girl is not LTR material as she is likely emotionally damaged. And yes, all of this has to be done while maintain the "alpha" attraction that the girl needs to want to fuck you. No one said the Game was easy.

In the end, you are exploiting a unique feature of human psychology: that everyone, deep down, wants to be known. Everyone wants to be authentic and known for who they truly are. Women lie about their sexual histories because they feel like they have to, not because they want to. Mining this has been key for me and once the girls (eventually) give me the truth then I make my decisions about LTR or not with my usual ruthlessness.

(Note: all of this assumes the girl is a candidate for an LTR. If you meet a girl, bang her and she never hangs around long enough to be probed then, obviously, you have everything you need to know about her.)

However, I'm also of the opinion that, while fairly meaningful, the number of dicks a woman has had is less important than how many of those guys were alphas. I've seen this first-hand. I've been with sluts who I've trained into whores faithful to me because the guys they'd been with before were lame and they'd never had anyone like me. Likewise, I've been with girls with very low partner counts but who I could tell weren't over their previous bfs---textbook alpha widow stuff.

So there is no easy answer, really. And if you are one of the guys on this forum who's a bit older---it's harder in some ways because by a certain age most all women you meet will be alpha widows.

The overall point of this post is that it is possible to get the information you want about sexual history straight from the horses' mouth. You just have to have that timeless quality of every player from Casanova onward: patience. Patience, an understanding of the core human psychology you are trying to tap, your powers of observation, your own authenticity, and a relentless undercurrent of alpha---no woman can withstand this quiet siege indefinitely.

I speak from personal experience.
https://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-30876-post-598034.html#pid598034
 
Great comment on self improvement by Isaac Jordan:

Isaac Jordan said:
I've never been that extroverted, but something similar occurred to me several years ago after I graduated from college and began working full-time.

Having landed a rather lucrative sales job, I began reading books on investing, in order to best make use of my new cash flow.

Two of the concepts that immediately stood out to me were spending money versus investing money, and compound interest. I imagine most people reading this won't need extended explanations of why those are important ideas.

The real game-changer, the one which dramatically affected my personality and lifestyle choices, was the realization that these financial concepts can also be applied to time.

It's easy enough to understand the trade-off between spending money (buying a truck) and investing money (buying Ford stock). Plug a few numbers into an Excel sheet, and you can calculate the exact opportunity cost of putting $500/month into a car payment instead of into your 401k.

What's not so easy to see are the trade-offs involved in spending time (watching Netflix every night, drinking all weekend, playing video games) instead of investing time (hitting the gym, building a business, practicing a skill). And just like the exponential effects of compound interest only become apparent after an extended period of compounding, the effects of invested time (mastery) really only start to show after thousands of hours of focused effort.

Once I realized the path to achieving those goals came primarily from an intelligent investment of my time, I became unable to enjoy many of the things I used to, like watching football or reading fiction. Real enjoyment came from pursuing my goals and improving my skill set.

(I still enjoy occasional pleasant distractions, like a movie or vacation, but aim to structure my life so that 80% of my time was invested and only 20% spent.)

While taking the red pill encouraged me to pursue lofty goals, I've found that most people in life are happy with a comfortable mediocrity and will never aspire to greatness (financial or otherwise). They'd rather spend their time distracting themselves with drugs and alcohol, television, professional sports, and so on, rather than consciously invest it in creating a better life.

The last few years has seen a dramatic whittling down of my social circle, as I began spending more time with like-minded men (mostly RVFers) and less time with the blue-pilled public. Most of my time these days is spent reading, growing my business, lifting, day gaming, and networking with a small number of high-quality men.

Initially it felt strange, becoming so isolated from most of the world. I constantly doubted myself, wondering if there was something wrong with me for not wanting to act like the rest of the sheeple.

But after a few years the time invested is starting to pay dividends. While many of my college buddies are fat, broke, and involuntarily single/divorced, I'm in great shape with a big pile of money in the bank and an increasingly successful ability to bed hot college girls.

Perhaps one day, once I've achieved a few of these goals, I'll restructure my time portfolio so that I'm spending more and investing less. But for now, seeing my success begin to turn exponential has only increased my desire to invest my time in achieving my goals, and I've never been happier to be checked out of mainstream, blue-pill society.
https://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-9856-post-1404600.html#pid1404600
 

Vienna

Kingfisher
Gold Member
Guriko wrote the following. Thank you for this amazing post; I also work in healthcare, and you put something I've as yet been unable to express into words. I'm stealing the gratefulness mantra by the way.

Guriko said:
Ever since I’ve read Mr. Lemons visceral description of him having a heart attack and the blunt, honest reasons he states why it had come to this the words stuck with me. For whatever reason. I did not know why until recently.

I am finishing up med school (thank God for that, it takes long enough) and am slowly starting to learn on how to swim within clinical situations. Real life clinical situations, where theories come to clash with practice and oh Lord how they clash in epical, comical, tragically fashion. But that is a story for another day.

I am being a bit disingenuous here as I’ve started doing my first clinical rounds a couple years ago. But my mind has changed since then.

In medicine our constant companion is death. Yet, funnily, we do not really acknowledge it. It is hard but please let me try to explain. Currently I’ve been learning ‘Allergology’, the studies centered around allergies (duh). Seems bland enough I thought to myself – you’ve got your hypersensitive reactions, your symptoms, clinical signs, standard procedures, standard drugs, yada – yada – yada. However I clearly remember a most mundane moment that engraved itself within my mind in vivid, clear memory.

It was a class about different types of allergies and one of the topics were insect allergies such as bodily overreactions towards insect poisons (i.e. when you are stung by a bee, wasp etc.). The death toll per year for a couple of countries such as Germany, Switzerland, Austria, U.S.A. is about 50 per year. That ’50 per year’ on the PowerPoint presentation was just one line. Three words. I’ve heard this line thousands of times before albeit in different forms – different diseases and different numbers. Usually much higher.

Yet – from every possible thing which could have lodged itself into my brain I particularly remember this one mundane fact.

So, what of it?

Why was this, I started to think because I could not shake it off. I thought about it constantly, even gotten shivers over it until it hit me.

We are so fragile. The human body, despite being championed as a miracle of God’s/Universe’s creation, is so, damn, fragile. All it takes is a bee sting, to which you have recently developed an allergy and still do not know it yet, when you are out in the middle of nowhere trying to enjoy Nature marvels and ‘poof’ – you are gone.

You, your memories, your past, your present, your future is gone. Your story has ended.

‘The death of one man is a tragedy; the death of millions is a statistic,’ by Stalin came to mind. In an interesting note I thought to myself – ‘Have we, as medical care workers, started thinking about our patients as robots which must be greased and fixed instead of human beings which must be treated and healed in order to preserve our own sanity? Is this our way to cope with ‘death’?’ I did not come to the answer of this question. Yet. But this, too, is a story for another day.

I’ve lost sleep over this not because I’ve gotten terrified but because I’ve gotten angry at myself: ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! You ungrateful son of a bitch! How many days have you wasted? Days? Fucking weeks, months, YEARS?! People are dying around the world in the most horrible or bland fashions trying to get a taste what has been shoved into your ungrateful ass since you were born. Fucking ingrate… promise me, promise yourself – never again will you waste time and never again will you be ungrateful.’

I’ve stopped shielding myself against the pain, agony and death of the patients I come into contact with. I let it wash over me, like I am standing in the middle of the sea and the tide comes. For many times it swallowed me into the depths and I thought I’d never be able to resurface again. But I swim back up. I force myself to, one stroke at a time. The feeling is… hard to describe – cleansing probably fits best.

It’s hard to put into words of another tongue the emotions I’ve felt crawling through my skin when I was in the middle of the room when a female patient was given the diagnosis of metastatic melanoma. T4N2M1 (T – tumor size, N – lymph node status and M – metastasis) which means the melanoma was big (but not on the skin, within the skin); it metastasized into the lymph nodes and into another organ. 5 – year survival rate? Less than 20% with heavy probability of relapse if ‘cured’. The woman was 40 years old. Looked good for the age and had no bigger health issues in her life. Sweet too and I came to like her.

Melanomas are sly and brutal fuckers. You see them, but do not recognize them. They look like brown melanin spots which you probably have a couple on yourself. Probably even in places you usually do not see or inspect, such as the back, or the back of your legs. This is what makes them deadly.

P.S. Please wear sunscreen! The sun’s rays are not to be trifled with, especially in the summer or if you live somewhere where it is always sunny. Even more so if you are one of the guys, like me, who have a lot of brown spots. The chance of getting melanoma (for us) is 5% and there is no need to raise it higher with UV rays. Wear 30+!

Many times when they are diagnosed it is already too late for a therapy option which could have cured you. For many patents medicine can only prolong life, but cannot save it. It’s a cruel fact I’ve come to accept. Prolongation (of agony?) instead of salvation. Cold, hard truth. The woman came into the clinic because of unspecific health issues the doctors could not figure out and then ‘boom’. Yes, ‘boom’ is all I saw on her face. Shock, void of emotion, pale, ghostly, terrifying.

I’ve become much grateful as a person. I’ve never lived in squalor and was given many things for which I should have worked for free of charge. Because I was lucky enough to be born from a ball-sack of man and uterus of a woman who were able to make good money and give them to me. Was I grateful? Not nearly enough.

Not, nearly, fucking, enough.

This is my gratefulness mantra I wrote for myself and read to myself every day I wake up since. It’s been very useful to me as I can see the good when the bad happens. The bad will always happen; it is just a matter of time. But I’ll see the good. I’ll see the beautiful within the ugly and enjoy life. It is much too short and too fragile.

‘Cuz tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50…’


I am grateful

I am grateful for having woken up and being given the blessing to live another day.

I am grateful for a having a mind which is clear and my own and being given the possibility to learn.
I am grateful for having sight with which I can watch in awe the wonders of Nature.
I am grateful for having hearing with which I listen to the wonderful sounds of the Universe.
I am grateful for being able to smell the beautiful scents of the World.
I am grateful for being able to taste the infinite combinations of Food.
I am grateful for having a functional Penis with which I can plan my Dynasty and experience pleasures with women I love.
I am grateful for having functional arms and legs which allow me to explore and wrestle with Nature.
I am grateful for having a healthy body which gives my Soul a vessel to steer within this World.

I am grateful for being born to parents who loved me, fed me, clothed me, sheltered me and guided me to the best of their abilities.

I am grateful for being born within in a time where technology makes possible to make friends thousands of miles away and having access to this digital library we call the ‘Internet’ from which everything can be learned if one searches long enough.
I am grateful for being born within a place which is not ravaged by war, famine or dictators and gives me the opportunity to focus on improving myself instead of simply trying to survive.

I am grateful for the good experiences which elevate my Spirit to the highest of hights.
I am grateful for the bad experiences which pull me down to the bottom of the Depths and force me to learn how to swim back up to the surface.

I am, deeply, grateful for stumbling upon the Manosphere which gave me the key to open the door within myself and access my Male spirituality and how to understand It.
I am grateful for being born a Man as I have been given the opportunity to make Miracles come true.

I am grateful.

My example: I’ve been told that I’ll be able to go to another country and get more experiences in a field of medicine I really like and for that I am deeply grateful. Seems like finally the labors of my work are starting to bear fruit and I’ll be able to make the first step to financial independence and start to give back my parents and this forum what they’ve given to me.

Life, again, is fragile and short, brothers. Make use of it more than 100% and be grateful for each day. You never know when your Story will end.
:mindblown3:
 

blck

Pelican
Gold Member
About Woman & Youth

david.garrett84 said:
I got sick of doing older girls, and older for me was five years older or less. I'm only in my 20s, yet the last time I bedded a 30-year-old or above, Hillary was still the Secretary of State.

But a general theme to remember: manipulate their need to reclaim their youth. Youth is relative. A woman who hits 30 is often desperately craving a return to 20 or 25. Same for a 35 or 40-year-old lamenting not being 30.

A lot of these women, especially if they haven't had kids or not found "the one", will look to temporary fantasies or diversions to forget their age.

Options for OP and his prospective MILF/sugar mama
- A trip abroad
- A hotel tryst
- Clubbing with her, particularly if she hasn't done it in years or rarely does
- Seemingly stupid little intrigues, whether a secluded spot to spend time alone or something forbidden but still engaged in (like a blowjob in a cinema)

Bear in mind that this also works on girls your own age or younger who are experiencing a loss of security or frazzled identity (e.g. college senior about to graduate/career girl starting on the bottom rung/newly promoted gal struggling to keep up).

Feed her fantasy, OP, which can usually be achieved in a far easier fashion than you first expect.
 

Icarus

Ostrich
AnonymousBosch said:
I've yet to meet a woman who didn't complicate both my life and hers through her deliberate choice to do so. Drama is crack to them.

I often think I accomplish what I do in life despite the women in it.
 

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Pelican
Gold Member
Tuth's post on why he loves crazy chicks is probably the best thing I have read here. I was legit in tears.

https://www.rooshvforum.com/thread-49089.html

Tuthmosis said:
Courage Reborn said:
But time and time again, I get hung up on the most insane, emotionally volatile chicks possible. Against my better judgement. Just like how women get turned on by the bad boy. Even though she knows he's bad news logically.
If going for crazy chicks is the male equivalent of "going for the bad boy," I'm a vacant-eyed carousel rider who's been in dozens of gangbangs at rodeos and who gets pushed to the A-List line on the flights to Dubai.



Absolutely nothing fuels my boner more than a crazy chick. And I mean it in the unhealthiest of twisted ways. I've gotten to the point I can sniff out crazy in the subtlest and tiniest of signals. Just like a World Series of Poker champion knows you have a shitty hand if one of your sweat glands so much as quivers, I know a bitch is my-kind-of-crazy just from the way she glances down for a fraction of a second, from the idiosyncrasies of her word-choice patterns, even from the penmanship on her shopping list. This is some next-level, horse-whisperer, Beautiful Mind shit.



I'm sure this is some sort of escalating, drug-like addiction--where I've gradually moved from candy cigarettes to Meth--but I now find myself actively seeking out odder and crazier bitches. The other day, some chick stole an undisclosed large object from a bar I took her to. She just walked out with it, and it was large enough to see from a block away. I didn't even flinch. In fact, I thought it endearing that she, later, gave it to me--telling me it "look[ed] nice" in my apartment. Avoiding them once upon a time, I now blast through red flags like a bull at Pamplona.

A sampling of the crazy bitches I've banged, even "dated":

  • Was institutionalized when she had a breakdown because I didn't call her back soon enough (Just try to conceptualize the hall-of-fame dicking I must lay down for bitches to develop that level of anguish.)



  • Heard voices in head, and had the audacity to get mad at me when I once callously fell asleep during one of her episodes, instead of trying to help her quiet them (i.e., I was so unfazed by her psychotic episode, I was able to sleep like a baby through it. It might have even rocked me to sleep.)


  • Was so emotionally numb she had a blank stare during sex, and would talk about pedestrian topics. The last time we banged, she was asking me career advice while I was pounding. I gave her the advice, and it had zero effect on my boner. If anything, the emotional disconnect firmed it up a little bit.



  • Brazenly stole from me on the first date (a pack of gum) and then had the temerity to offer me a stick of my own gum later that night (not in a joking way).



There are more stories like this, and that doesn't even count all of the categories that include multiple bitches (there's, of course, overlap too):

  • Bitches who got off with choking and hard slapping (which is nothing these days)
  • Bitches with legit eating disorders (contrary to popular belief, that ROK article wasn't "trolling," it was just true)
  • Bitches who cried for no reason, out of the blue, and then were happy 5 minutes later
  • Bitches who were from prominently, even famously, religious families and were engaging in risky, raw-dog sex with me and taking Plan B the next day
  • Bitches with a blank, 90% emotionless affect (one of my personal favorites)



A few days ago, I banged this odd chick on the first date. She had this weird quirk where she seemed like a total bitch for one minute, and then got nice for 20 minutes, only to seem like a mean bitch for another minute. It was like a cycle. She had a nice thigh gap, so I was went for the bang.

After the sex, she got up to go to the bathroom, to (hopefully) clean off her pussy. On the way there, she ran into my kitchen knives--these terrifying metallic monsters I regularly sharpen myself on whetstones. She grabbed them and started joking about stabbing me, taking an aggressive stance that, to be honest, didn't seem 100% normal goofing around.



Chick: "What if I grabbed these and attacked you. You'd be trapped."

Tuthmosis:



Tuthmosis: "Before you could even get over here, I will have beaten you down with that chair [a little chair right near my bed]. Now put those down before you dull them."

I'll probably bang her again.

There's some saying that if you stare at the monster in the face long enough, you become the monster. I'm sure I didn't start off like this. But habitually banging these damaged American broads has given me certain appetites I'm now obligated to feed. Sooner or later all this shit is gonna catch up to me (or I'll move to country with some actual nice girls), but in the meantime:

 
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