Rian Stone tweeted something recently that hit home for me. Check out the screenshot.

Now, I have waxed poetic about morality and amorality in the past. I personally prefer to keep morality out of the conversation when it comes to the “Red Pill.” Why? Because I prefer to keep my own morality to myself. You can keep yours to yourself. That way, we’ll get along better in the long run, because your morality and mine are probably not going to intertwine.

And here we are. When Rian was talking about a guy “sorting out his problem,” he was specifically mentioning something about a guy who decided to cheat on his wife. All three of Rian’s “Rules” are legit if you decide to go down this path. 1. Be discreet. 2. Don’t rub your wife’s nose in it. And 3. Don’t offload your guilt with a confession, that’s selfish.

Again, for the moment, Dear Reader, leave your morality at the door.

IF you decide to “solve your problem” (your lack of sex in the bedroom) with another woman, be discreet. Be fucking quiet about it.

IF you go there, don’t rub your wife’s or your girlfriend’s nose in it. Don’t tell her about it. Don’t wave it in front of her. Honestly? She probably already knows or has a good idea of what you are up to. She’s not stupid.

And IF you do go there, DO NOT offload your guilt about it to her as a confession. It IS selfish of you.

Here’s a story about this last part…

I told you all a while back about a friend from college, Brett.

Back in the 90’s, Brett had a girlfriend that he was crazy about. So crazy that he ended up moving in with her. She was a flight attendant for a major airline, and she had fantastic breasts. She also made a ton of money. She was over the moon for Brett.

I figured that the two of them would end up getting married and having a bunch of babies and doing all the TradCon shit that you all love and know about. But…

That didn’t happen.

Brett went out one night, slipped and fell, and ended up with his dick in another woman.

How do I know this? Because he showed up at my door the next day and looked like a man who just received a death sentence.

He was wracked with guilt. He was full of remorse. He was beside himself.

I asked him what he did and he told me.

I asked him if he had told his flight attendant girlfriend. He hadn’t. Yet.

I asked him what did he think would happen if he told her. He said that it would break her heart and that she would kick him out and leave him.

I asked him if that was what he wanted. He said no, it wasn’t.

I then told him, “Then you say nothing. You live with your guilt and shame. You bury it and you never do it again. If you tell her, it’ll only hurt her, and it will only be because you want to assuage your guilt. If you love her, you’ll never mention it to her, and you’ll never do it again. That is the price for what you did.”

A few days later he showed up again, looking worse than before.

“You told her didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What did she do?”

“She broke up with me and kicked me out of her house. She said she never wants to see me again.”

“Do you feel better now that you confessed?”

“No.”

“Let that be a lesson.”

Brett and the flight attendant never spoke again. Not to this day.

I’m not advocating that you cheat.

But if you do, be discreet, don’t rub her nose in it, and don’t offload your guilt as a confession. It’s just selfish of you. If you feel guilty, that is your “cross to bear.” Don’t throw it on her to “lighten your load.” You did it, now you get to live with it. You. You get to live with it.

Maybe that’s my morality coming into play, I’m not exactly sure. But I’ve always believed that “you have made your bed, now you get to sleep in it.”

So either go there, or don’t. But if you do, you get to sleep in it as far as I’m concerned.