Overcoming K-Selection

When I fist ran into the ‘sphere, it had a legitimate nauseating effect on my stomach. How could men get sex so easily? How could you do such deplorable things to women and simply go about your day? Where are all the emotions that are supposed to come with love? How is it fair that these guys get to ruin hundreds of women while I struggle to get one?

You might be tempted to say that those are blue pill questions, but you’d only be half right. Those are questions coming from a mind with an inherent K-Selection bias.

How do I know I’m K-Selected? After all, both my parents are your run of the mill Libtards. Im going to base this classification on family formation and business acumen. My parents and both sets of grand parents got married once, and stayed married. Out of the 4 aunts and uncles I have that got married, only one is divorced. Both my grandfathers are/were buisness owners. My father is selling his business next month for a little under a million dollars. The uncles on my dads side are retired military, and a surgeon that makes bucketloads of money. The uncles on my moms side are a plumber (who married a woman who makes big money with microsoft, hey it does happen…), and the one how got divorced, a career roughneck. (heh…)

The point of this long speech is to clarify that, yes, a strong K-Selection bias runs through both my families. They usually marry for life. They are competitive in the world of finance. They look out for the family. I know that anyone of them would take me in as a basement bum if they were pressed. All of them but my mom and dad are socially and financially conservative.

Growing up a cafeteria catholic, casual sex was never expressly forbidden… but… every example I ever had to go on was of two people who held themselves to extremely high standards, and waited patiently, for that one person to come along who met or exceeded those standards. Simply fucking was what the barbarians did. You needed an alliance. You needed deep love. You needed to be married.

Its no surprise that when the hormones hit I floundered. I lamented to my folks that I wanted what they had. I was met with tired tropes.

“You need a woman like a fish needs a bicycle.”

“Just be yourself.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“You’re not ready for love yet. Sex bonds you to another in a way you can’t comprehend.”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman if she landed if your bed.”

Gee guys. Thanks for all the awesome advice. At 18 I got my first girlfriend. She was a 23 year old virgin in her junior year at the Catholic college. I refused to fuck her because I was worried about the consequences. I figured we would date for like nine months, get married, and that would be it.

I got dumped.

So I decided it wasn’t worth it. I stole four bottles of smirnoff from my parents booze cabinet and went with a few friends to a college party. It was there I met an extremely short Canadian girl who had recently been dumped by her boyfriend. We bitched and moaned about our relationships and ended up having very awkward sex in the laundry room.

I hadn’t contacted my ex since she dumped me. When I ran into her again I must have put off more confidence, and she ended up messaging me and inviting me over. When I got there I acted like a total dick. I took her virginity. I ended up fucking her for 6 months, then dumped her before going to college for the first time.

I had more sex in college. I had even more sex after college with a high paying job. Somewhere in there my subconscious must have learned a lesson that my conscious mind wasn’t willing to acknowledge. The ‘sphere just spelled it out in black and white.

Love has got nothing to do with it.

Well… Enough reminiscing. Heres hoping you find your own truth. No matter how painful…

Where Did All The Normal Light Bulbs Go?

Away. Edisons design uses 25% more electricity than the new CFLs, so the CFLs are more environmentally friendly. Thats ole uncle Sam for ya. Always looking out for little ole stupid you. Trying to save you money. But wait! CFLs are filled with noxious crap that is extremely poisonous. Combine that with a delivery vector, like oh, say a broken shard of glass, and now you have mercury poisoning. So what are we really gaining here?

Pennies.

Ive talked about this before. The United States doesn’t have an energy shortage. It has an intelligence shortage. I prefer the light from incandescent light bulbs. So would anyone else if they ever bothered to pull their heads out of their rears. Its more natural and causes less headaches. What about the people who don’t mind paying a few more bucks for light bulbs that don’t make then irritable? Well fuck those people. They need to get with the program. By program I mean the environment. When I say environment, I mean you should treat that word with religious deference. If its for the environment, we can’t question it.

Please.

If you really wanted to save money here are a few suggestions that would ACTUALLY WORK.

1. Fix this shit. Our power gird is horrendously out dated.

2. Coat the wires in a metal that is more conductive. It wouldn’t take much. A few microns would do it. My conservative estimate of the amount of energy saved comes to about a bajillion dollars.

3. Use Thorium. Its everywhere. It reacts at a much safer temperature. Its half life is like 5 years. Build a massive Thorium reactor out in the middle of the dessert where only cactus live.

If the U.S.S.A actually implemented all three of these suggestions tomorrow, we would probably be entirely energy independent in 10 years. Of course all this would actually take work. And, thats the most politically incorrect word I can think of.

No, no. We’ll just sneak a law by. Use paperwork to oppress the peons. There, now we are morally superior.

Another Rookie Game Pitfall To Avoid

I was gonna go into detail about another epic night of approaching failure. Thats entirely unnecessary. Ill keep this short and sweet. Last night I made about 5 legitimate screened approaches. Only one of them even nibbled at the line. My game was off. I knew my game was off. I didn’t know why. I tried to pump myself up. It wasn’t happening. I called it a night at about 1 am. When my head hit the pillow I slept like a log for nine straight hours. When I awoke I was still in approach mode. Then the reason my game was off hit me like a ton of bricks. Real easy.

I was fuckin tired.

I can’t wake up at 6 am, have vigorous sex, go to work lifting heavy ass shit for 4 hours, repair a pickup, lift more weights, get primped, drive 120 miles, run errands, check in with friends, and then expect to be top notch player. It ain’t gonna happen. Game takes energy. It takes even more energy if you’re a noob.

Its time to swallow my pride and admit where my game is weak.

1. My logistics suck balls.

2. I desperately need some coaching.

3. Not drinking alcohol is a major social handicap that I’m not sure how to overcome. People think I’m cool until they try to shove booze down my throat, then its obvious they label me a square.

4. Im drowning in a sea of blue pills. Here, Ill give you a list of all my red-pill friends. 1. Me.

5. The sex ratio where I live is roughly 3 to 1 judging from casual observation.

All this leads to a very simple solution. I gotta go. Ive been working on my exit plan for about the last month. I’ll keep you good gents posted. Oh, and remember to get your Z’s before a round of night game.

Who?

I get asked this question incessantly. When Im putting on my boots. Between breaks in songs while Im sitting at the computer. Taking a shower. Right after having sex… Basically anytime the sun is down.

Who… Who am I?

Im just a guy. Granted I may be in a financially, socially, and romantically advantageous position. Through circumstances I may have become a bit more knowledgable than the average man in the realm of things people like to keep secret and under wraps. Im musically creative… But apart from those three things, Im pretty much just your average dude.

Or does it mean “who” on a much more basic level?

On a basic level I suppose Im just another animal. I have a highly developed brain compared to all the other animals Ive ever met, but I still need to eat, breathe, expel waste, and appease all my other instinctual decrees and desires… If you get much more basic than that things start to break down. Basically I’m a collection of molecules working in tandem to give my consciousness a platform to observe and interact with the world. Dust in the wind.

Maybe it means “who” do you want to become?

That question drives me much more than the other two. I like thinking about this one. Probably because the answer changes all the time. Lacking some divine purpose, I suppose Ill just try my best to optimize my animal needs. It doesn’t really trip me up that I don’t have some grand design to change humanity. Lets just stick with the basics. Buff bod, hot rod, fat wallet, and some hussies to dump my load on. True genius only manifests in probably one out of every ten thousand people. (thats just a guess, folks.) So why should I get hung up on “changing the world”? Im doing alright.

But still the question comes.

who?

Who?

Who!?

Its enough to make me want to take my shotgun and put buckshot into every inch of your fluffy little body. Seriously owl. Either shut the fuck up, or find a new tree to live in. Im trying to get some sleep.

The Relationship-Killer

“I must not be needy. Neediness is the relationship-killer. Neediness is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my neediness. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the neediness has gone there will be nothing. Only we will remain.”

Hit-And-Run Leads To Awesome Sex (Part 2)

This post took some guts to write. In a lot of ways it exposes my cowardly yellow underbelly. But as I promised, I’ll highlight my mistakes to save other men the trouble. You can find part one here.

You thought I was going to skip all the pornographic details huh? Not a snowballs chance in hell. Once I had her naked and snapped on a rubber, I took her from behind and came. Immediately. Hows that for romance? As I threw away the jimmy and was wiping the spunk off of my cock, I heard faint sniffles and pouts. The waterworks had started. Uh oh… She was feeling (and rightly so) like a used tramp. I grabbed her by the arm and made her look me in the face.

“Hey, whats wrong?”

“I just know this is going to be like all the others… Its going nowhere.”

“Emma, to tell the truth, Im kinda looking for someone.”

That wasn’t just damage control. It was the truth. I kissed her, and kissed her some more until she was horny again. I hadn’t noticed at first, but on her left nipple there were about three long black hairs. Complaining about that though, is like complaining about a fly that lands on a fresh pizza and refusing to eat it. I popped that titty in my mouth and enjoyed the hell out of it. We had quite a rambunctious time for the next hour or so before she passed out. I lay there, fresh with the glow of my conquest. Wow, this red-pill stuff is legit. I could actually do this!

She snored.

The next morning I awoke sober and full of vitality. I headed to the market across the street and purchased a sandwich. I saved her half and even bought her a poweraid. When I arrived at my room she was still sawing logs so I poked her until she woke up. I mean, it was like 9am. Time to get the fuck out of bed. I fed her some fluid and jumped right back into that pussy. After sex it was apparent that she was still pretty hung over and not feeling to hot, so we walked to the movie vending machine and grabbed the new Lone Ranger movie. (worst movie ever by the way) There was a surprising red pill moment when Emma commented that the female lead would actually have been better off with the villain than the hero. I can’t get into too much detail cause when I watch a movie I like to have sex and have a hard time paying attention to both.

After I dropped her off at her car I sent the anti-rape text and got a positive response. She tried to draw me into a dumb text exchange but I ignored her. I went about my day and attempted and failed at my math homework. (yeah yeah, the maths is hard I get it) I managed to put her out of my mind for two days before the thirst got to me again. I got super horny and broke my 3 month streak of not looking at pornography. I was elated. Bragging to my buddies about how I nailed this hot chick. Dumb fuckin move. I know now why you never do that shit. It all gets around. People talk. How can you expect to be back door man if you can’t keep your trap shut? When I wanted to fuck again I told her to come back to my place.

This time I went total beta. I took her out for a 10 dollar pizza. Lord no! How weak. The dinner was less than exceptional and she wouldn’t put down her stupid phone for one second. She had to return a video rental. During the drive she quizzed me about the other women in my life. I didn’t recognize it as a shit test at the time and responded in the worst way possible. Wanting to end the conversation I said “Whatever, they are just hoes.”  At the store I suggested that we “hang out tonight” and recommended Gladiator, while placing my hand in her back pocket on her bubble butt. She agreed. On the ride back she started talking about her brother. How he liked to mix music too… Then her father. She explained how after she, the baby, left for college, he packed up his bags and abandoned her mother. More thinking out loud than anything I said. “Well, at least he waited till all you guys were out of the house. When we popped in the movie she snuggled up against me and told me.

“Im not having sex with you tonight.”

“Oh ya, of course thats fine… ….    …. Why not?”

“Im on my period.”

Well the movie is a classic, and somehow I managed to get her shirt and bra off. If I wasn’t getting any play I at least wanted the behemoth boobies smashed up against me. As the flick progressed she told me I was making her horny. I was just watching the movie if truth be told but I decided to roll with it. Eventually she went to the bathroom to extract her tampon. I had never banged a chick on the rag before, but it wasn’t that bad. To me it just smells like fresh beef. The pussy feels a little different too… a little… chunky. I commented that her flow wasn’t all that bad and she admitted to being on birth control. I took this as permission to blow my load inside her. Later on as she was straddling me she pulled up off my cock and farted some of the splooge back out on to my thigh. I don’t know why but thats probably the hottest thing Ive seen in my entire life. We fucked until the movie was over and she said she had to go but kept staying and kissing me. I decided to be a smartass and said

“How can I miss you if you won’t go away?”

Needless to say she left shortly thereafter. I was feeling pretty good about the whole situation. Well, I waited about four days and invited her skiing. The answer in a roundabout way, was no. Fuck. I messed up. Well all I had to do was keep reading game blogs to diagnose the problems. Ive bolded them above. Move on. That was the only answer. I kept approaching chicks and got laid a week later with this girl.

I was perusing Facebook. Affiliated with Facebook is a college confessions site. You make anonymous posts that have the potential to be funny, but most of them are just pathetic. There she was. Talking about me. Accusing me of misogyny. Lamenting her confusion of having a stable of cocks at her disposal. Saying she would rather focus on her dogs. Would rather focus on her education and career.  I guess that makes it official. She loved to hate me.

Fuck facebook. Its garbage. I deleted it.

I sent her one last message explaining my intentions and asking for another shot. I knew the answer even before I let it fly.

That girl the manosphere always talks about? The feminist, careerist, slut, with daddy issues? Ya, I found her… Then it dawned on me… They’re all like that! Lets be rational for a moment gentleman. That stereotype wouldn’t have developed if there weren’t overwhelming anecdotal evidence to support it. Fuck, Ive seen it in my life. The blue pill blinders are gone. My dream of finding a young fertile wife to bear me 8 strapping young sons and 4 beautiful daughters to help work this dirt clod is just that. A dream. Is that too much to ask? Apparently.

So we end up with Grody. The manospheres first involuntary MGTOW.

Live and learn.

And if I am a misogynist? Well, at least Ill be a misogynist who gets laid.

Defiance

A wall of grey was slowly approaching. The blizzard would hit in half an hour. He sits there, bloated, and ribs us about getting a couple of lanterns so that we can work in the dark. Im on my 25th post. The ground is definitely frozen. I have been furiously pummeling these metal rods with a 20 pound cylindrical tube hammer. I can feel the carpel tunnel manifesting. Before his jabs I had been wondering If work like this is the reason middle age blue collar guys have knuckles that a so big and knobby.

“The moment you get out and pound one post is the minute I work through this blizzard.”

The car door opens. Immediately. 

“Alright. Gimme that damn thing.”

This guy is 84. Obese. Diabetic. Right now he can barely walk. Theres no doubt in my mind that he would have hurt himself. But he’s definitely pounded some posts in his day. After some backpedalling and fast talking I managed to get him back in the car. Would he have attempted it?

You bet your ass.

Your body may be broken. Your kidneys may be failing. Your mind might not be as sharp as it used to be. You may wake up with pain every. single. day.

Just remember, nothings over until you fuckin say it is.