Author: Rob Says

A man who loves and likes women.

The Flesh

Rob Says6 Comments

I’m sitting here and as of this writing, it’s currently 3am in the morning. I’m exhausted in many ways and at the same time, I’m wired and wide awake. It’s been a minute since I’ve felt this way.

I saw a woman the other night and we enjoyed each other’s company and I specifically enjoyed her flesh, and that’s what prompted me to write what I’m going to write about today.

How did we as Men go from enjoying the company of women, enjoying them as people, and enjoying their flesh, to perceiving them as “the enemy?” How did we come to talk about them, not as individuals with personalities and skin that you could touch, taste, and feel, to seeing them as something abstract, something theoretical?

I don’t understand this “space” online anymore. “The Manosphere.” At one time we were “swapping notes” about improving our sex lives, learning how to date and have sex with women, and even finding ways to get a girlfriend or wife if that was what you desired. Now it’s “whamen bad,” “semen retention,” “saving the West,” and all sorts of nonsense that is totally irrelevant to most Men’s lives. I know it’s totally irrelevant to mine.

Guys have gone from practical, pragmatic solutions, to platitudes and naval gazing. It’s “chick crack woo-woo,” only it’s for guys. All I can do is shake my head and wonder what happened and where we took a wrong turn. Or at least where most of the guys online took a wrong turn. All I can figure is that most of them don’t actually want to get laid. The flesh is a beautiful and terrifying thing. There’s nothing like it in the world as far as sensation goes. There’s nothing like touching and caressing a woman’s cheek and jaw. There’s nothing like sliding your hand up and down her arm, there’s nothing like licking the sweat off of her breasts and stomach and tasting the salt, and of course, there’s nothing like that sensation when you first penetrate her.

It’s terrifying too, because when you are dealing with the flesh you are “vulnerable.” All the macho, “alpha male” bullshit is going to go right out the window. If it doesn’t, you’ll be too much in your own head to be able to enjoy her and enjoy yourself in the moment. You’ll be too worried about things that don’t matter and you might even blow yourself out of the water when “victory” was literally spread-eagle in front of you.

All I can figure with all of the platitudes, nonsense, and general bullshit that is irrelevant that is going on is that if you are one of the guys who are doing it, you must be terrified. Terrified of women. Terrified of the flesh. You would rather talk about green lines, leaning in, black coffee, cold showers, semen retention, saving the west, 9’s and 10’s, ad nauseum, than actually going out, meeting women, and getting to sex.

Know that from here on out, I’m just going to shake my head, laugh at you, even pity you to a certain degree, and consider that you have no idea what you are talking about, and that you’re probably a virgin to boot. Petty I know, but I’m done fucking around with the nonsense. I’m just going to see whatever it is that you’re saying as a way of saying, “I’m telling you I don’t fuck without telling you I don’t fuck, Rob.”

It’s a shame that you cannot or will not enjoy the flesh. It’s literally how you, me, and everyone else on this planet got here. It’s literally why we are here.

It’s what gets me up in the morning, gets me to go to work, and it’s what puts me to sleep at night. What’s the point in doing anything at all if there isn’t women around to fuck? Why work? Why “stack cash?” Why go to the gym? Why do anything at all? I’ve talked about this before, back in 2019 no less, so I’m not going to go on and beat a dead horse here.

Guys, life is short. And there’s nothing better than an orgasm. Everything else is LARPing. Keep that in mind.

The Desert Of Your Mind

Rob Says4 Comments

It’s been a minute since I last wrote something, and that’s because of two things: Lots and lots of work and lots of doing shit with women.

Since the end of June of this year, I’ve talked to no less than 12 different women from online dating. I’ve met 4 of them in person at least one time, had one of those ghost, had sex with one of them, and I’m currently working on having sex with the other two. I’m also texting with a couple more that just showed up for me in the last couple of days. Who knows where that’s going to go?

Now these numbers aren’t special by any means. I’m no PUA, and I’ve said that many times before. I’m just an average guy who happens to like women, I know how to talk to women, and in turn, I get laid by women.

While I’m out either working my ass off in the broiling heat of summer, or I’m out with women, the internet hasn’t slowed down in the slightest when it comes to guys moaning about pussy.

Guys, if you haven’t been laid in over a year, you’ve made a choice. You have chosen for whatever reason to not have sex. Sitting around and calling women 5’s or 6’s or 8’s or 9’s and 10’s isn’t going to get you closer to getting laid. If anything, it’s just you jerking off about a woman’s looks, which are subjective. Talking about “don’t lean in,” and drawing green lines isn’t going to get you laid. Reading and rereading books and blog posts and watching YouTube videos isn’t going to get you laid. Subscribing to an online men’s cuddle club isn’t going to get you laid.

What might actually get you laid? Going out in the real world and talking to women.

But you have to reassess that desert that is your mind.

Guys moaning about pussy and about how hard it is to date and how fucked up the dating market is and I’m over here with literally more women than I have time to talk to, let alone go out with, do shit with, and hopefully end up fucking them at the end of the day. How is the dating market bad again? I guess if you mean that I don’t have enough time in the day to see them all and fuck them all, then yes, the dating market is pretty bad right now.

The dating market isn’t a desert. You are. It’s in your mind. When you learn to let go of all the bullshit “9’s and 10’s and green lines, and are they banging, and is she a hoe or a housewife nonsense, and the feminist/tradcon buffoonery,” and start to see women as just women, not your archnemesis, you might actually find out that they are pretty fun, pretty lonely, pretty confused, pretty horny, and willing to give you a shot, if only you don’t step on your own dick.

The woman that I had sex with the other day is 33 and by her own admission, she hadn’t had sex in over 4 years. I still can’t wrap my head around that one. It just doesn’t compute. It’s not that I don’t believe her, because why would she make up something like that? It’s just that I try and put myself in that position of not having sex for four years and my brain does a 404 page not found error. I literally can’t fathom it. The longest I have ever gone with not having sex was a little over a year, and that was when I was 20 years old. Since that time I’ve always had sex. I ended “her vow of celibacy” as I jokingly called it and now she can’t get enough. And she is so grateful and so willing to please me.

And yet the dating market is bad and it’s hard, and feminism, and BPD, and 9’s and 10’s, and green lines, and pair bonding, and covid, and blah blah blah. Excuses, excuses, excuses.

You guys have deserts in your minds. Figure it out or go thirsty. And as Rian Stone said it, thirst is the worst.

College Reunion

Rob Says2 Comments

At the time that I’m writing this, I just got back from a “college reunion” of sorts. To clarify, it wasn’t a reunion sponsored by the university that I attended, but it was put together by a good friend of mine that I roomed with when I was in college.

When I got to the restaurant that we all met up at I realized a few things:

We are OLD. 30+ years will do that I guess. No matter how good you take care of yourself, time DOES catch up to you in time.

Everybody was married except myself and Neil. Neil, when I first met him, was aspiring to be an alcoholic. Those were his words that he said to me back in the day. While I don’t think he ever got to full blown status, he achieved his goal for the most part.

Everybody had kids except myself and Neil. Tom and his second wife had two kids each, and two dogs. It’s the brady bunch for the 2010’s. Jim has been married to Amy for almost 18 years now, and they have two kids that are teenagers. The last time I saw Jim and Amy was at their wedding, 18 years ago. Jim is still in pretty good shape for his age and for how long he has been married, but time and good eating has been catching up to him. Same with Tom. It shows in their faces and in their stomachs. Neil… Neil needs help and fast. It seems that I’m the only one who lost weight and decided not to have children.

Tom’s new wife, now she was fun. From Georgia. The more she drank, the more that southern charm and that southern drawl showed up. It’s a good thing I like Tom and consider him a friend, otherwise… Tom is “married” married. His wife, on the other hand, I think she’s just “married.”

It was good seeing everybody and catching up with them but it made me realize that they hadn’t really changed all that much since I last saw some of them. I’m the one who has changed. I’m the one who can’t really relate to being married and living in “domesticated bliss.” I’m the one who can’t imagine what it is like having and raising kids, and that’s because for the most part, I haven’t. One thing I realized is that I’m genuinely happy for each and every one of them and the lives that they have chosen, but it’s not the life that I choose for me. I just can’t. It’s not for me.

And to think that over 20 years ago, almost 30 years ago, I could have been sitting next to these guys, just like I was today, the only difference is that I might have had kids and a wife that tolerated me, or worst case, that I tolerated. I just can’t do it. It’s not for me. I’m not the domesticated type, and I’m okay with that. I’m better than okay with that, I’m good with that.

Will I see these people before I die? That’s honestly a good question. The only honest answer I can give to it though is, maybe. Honestly it won’t happen by my hand, it will be one of them doing the set up and invite, and if I’m around and I have the time, I’ll show up, much like I did today. Otherwise…

Hearing Tom’s wife say, “Alabama.” With her southern laugh and her southern drawl…Now that was music to my ears. Guess I’m going to have to find me a Southern Belle is all that I can think of.

I don’t really have a point or a lesson to give you on this one, other than I realized that there were a lot of changes amongst my old college friends, and most of them were in me.