My knee-jerk reaction when I started reading this was to roll my eyes and dismiss these comments as Roosh overdosing on the hyperbolic writings of monks, setting standards nobody can actually live up to in modern times.
But as I went on, I realized Roosh was right. I wasn’t Orthodox when I started dating my wife back in 2015, though even in the evangelical tradition I knew better than to engage in any intimate contact. Yet I did it anyway, hugging and kissing from the start of our relationship, having all sorts of intimate contact and eventually sex before marriage. Deep down I knew all of it was wrong.
Not a day goes by now that I don’t think about how I almost certainly would have made radically different choices if I’d been self controlled and thought with my brain instead of my junk. I had doubts about our relationship about two years in, which I eventually dropped because of escalating physical contact. I am married to someone who will almost certainly never become Orthodox, who has completely different priorities and interests from me. Each day feels like an exercise in hardship I could have avoided.
Physical contact deluded me and intimate contact has evaporated anyway. It wasn’t worth it at all. These circumstances frequently tilt me toward despair and regret. I’m convinced it all could have been avoided if I’d eschewed physical contact and made wiser decisions.
Learn from my cautionary tale: don’t let physical contact warp your perceptions or dismiss what Roosh is saying, it’s actually wise advice. Because once you make these mistakes there may be no escape until you’re dead or, worse, divorced.