7 Days And 7 Nights. What am I talking about? The movie with Harrison Ford and that chick who was really hot back in the day, but turns out she’s gay and has or had her own talk show? No, I’m not talking about that.

I’m talking about a “challenge” that I issued to myself that started on Sunday, July 17th 2022 and ends today, July 23rd 2022. Today is the last day of my seven day “challenge.”

What was my “challenge?” I’m glad you asked. My “challenge” was to meet up with as many women as I could during that week. I’m not talking about “cold approach” and opening women, I’m talking about setting up “dates,” going out, and meeting these women. I wanted to know if I could “herd cats.” If sex happened, great. If not, oh well. I just wanted to know if I could get a bunch of women to actually commit to meeting up with me, and if they did, how would I feel at the end of the “challenge.”

So here we are, the last day of the “challenge.” Here’s a breakdown of the last week:

Sunday and Monday: Spent those days with my belly dancer. Sex and good times were had.

Tuesday: New chick that I had been talking with on and off for about a week. She initially wanted to meet, but then had to cancel for “reasons.” You can’t win them all, and at least I didn’t get ghosted and I didn’t go out and waste my time. You win some, you lose some.

Wednesday: A different new chick that I had been talking to for a few days accepted my offer. We met, we had beers. She’s part Irish and part something that I don’t remember what. She’s a redhead. She shorter than me, she’s cute. At around 9:30pm we were finishing up our drinks and I said, “What would you like to do now?” She looked at me with a sideways glance and said, “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”

I said, “Want to come to my place and meet my cats?” (I stole this one from BullRush and modified it to suit my needs.)

“Sure!” And so she came over.

What do the PUA accounts do on Twitter when they score? Oh, that’s right: +1.

Same day, or as happens to be the case, same night lay.

Thursday: Met up with “Velvet” who is new in my rotation. She’s got this wild blonde hair and red lipstick and red fingernail polish that just hits me in all the right spots. And she knows it. She was wearing a leopard print dress that hugged everything in all the right places. Yes, it could be considered corny and even “dated,” I don’t care. I do not give a fuck. That shit is hot to me. The only thing that was missing was the red stilettos. As an added bonus and surprise, she was wearing red crotchless panties.

Friday: Met another new woman. She’s short and she’s been through some shit in her life, and yet, she hasn’t let it get her down or make her bitter. She’s got a certain “vibe” about her that I like. Very down to earth. Very “I’ve seen it all before, just don’t fuck around and waste my time.” And that’s where I’m at at this point in my life. I think I’ve pretty much seen it all, even though I know I haven’t, but don’t fuck around and waste my time.

No sex happened with this woman. Yet.

But when I pulled her in and kissed her, we both were into it and when I pulled back, we both ended up saying, “Nice,” at the same time. We will be getting together in the near future, I can already tell.

Saturday (today): I’m meeting up with the belly dancer later today to celebrate her birthday. It’s going to be a steak night at one of the finest steakhouses and we’re going to Wendover to enjoy that. It’s a goddamn shame that Salt Lake doesn’t have a steakhouse that can compete with this particular one.

So in summary: I “challenged” myself to see if I could get 5 women to commit to meet up with me over the course of 7 days.

I “failed.” But not really. Yes, one of the women bailed, and for reasons that had nothing to do with me. But in all honesty, the only ones that I figured would show up was the belly dancer and “Velvet.” The other three were wild cards. 2 out 3 ended up showing up and I ended up having sex with one of them on the same day. I guess I’m not doing too bad. To quote Meatloaf: “Two out of three ain’t bad.” Good enough for me.

That’s sex with 3 different women in a week.

“Dating is so hard, Rob! The sexual marketplace is so fucked up!”

Cry me a river.

You want to be mad and bitter? Good. More for me.

The only downside that I can see from doing this “challenge” is that I’m fucking exhausted. But now I know my limits, and it was worth it. I’m pretty sure I’ll do something like this again because it was fun. I’m actually a little glad that Tuesday cancelled on me. It was the only day/night that I’ve had to myself this last week.

Moving on to something else before I sign off:

“What’s up with the panda photo?”

I’m glad you asked.

Dante (from the Discord and from Twitter) is going to be writing on my blog. So give him shit for stepping on his dick.

In all seriousness though, I’m happy to have him onboard. I give him shit, but he’s way ahead of where I was when I was his age. Dante is a smart man and he’s willing to learn and fail. He’s actually doing the work. I look forward to seeing what he has to say, what he wants to contribute.

With Jack Napier, and now Dante onboard, this blog is evolving. It wasn’t something that I thought about when I first started it back in 2016. I’m excited to see where it goes from here. Believe it or not, I learn from these younger men as I hope they learn from me. Yes, even when Jack writes about Jordan Peterson just to piss me off.