My Concise Guide To Twitter

February 24, 2020February 22, 2020 Rob Says4 Comments

If prison is a bunch of guys having sex, Twitter is a bunch of guys wishing they were having sex. – Rob Says

So you’re new to Twitter and you want to know more about it?

Okay, so according to Wikipedia, “Twitter is an American microblogging and social networking service on which users post and interact with messages known as “tweets”. Registered users can post, like, and retweet tweets, but unregistered users can only read them.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. That’s not want you want to know and that’s not why you are here reading this.

So walk with me for a bit and let me tell you about Twitter…

From phony tough guys, to faux Chads banging only 9’s and 10’s, to outraged Karen’s screaming their indignation at Susan, Twitter has it all.

From E-Whores taking your money to TradCons wanting to “Save the West” and having Jesus save your soul, there’s something for everybody, just with the volume maxed out and there is no off-switch.

Degenerates, dweebs, dorks, dickheads, douchebags, sluts, players, pimps, pornstars, prudes, priests, and puritans are all rubbing shoulders, shouting over each other in order to be heard.

E-Comm kids selling courses for $999.97 so they can drive lambo’s and do kick-boxing, and don’t forget the limited edition PDF that’s only available on gumroad.

Everyone is an entrepreneur, an author, a hustler, and a self made billionaire. Except for me. I’m the only guy that works a 9 to 5. Me and these two guys:

2019-10-01 12.31.07 — I’m the one in the middle.

We’ve got guys periscoping in cars, guys ‘scoping in bars, and guys smoking cigars – the message is always the same (Look at me!) I’ll admit it, I’m no different.

The meat and veggie crowd is having a food fight over whose diet is better, and son, you better fucking lift or you’re just pure soy.

We got women telling Men how to be Men, Men wanting to make women great again, and if you’re lucky, someone will tell you that you better get some sun on your asshole. There’s even a guy who specializes in enema’s. He just gave himself one and you can ask him anything.

We got life coaches giving life advice, being your cheerleader for twice the price, and single women as relationship experts telling you, how you too, can get your One. Nevermind that their lives are bigger trainwrecks than yours.

We got nerds who like their D&D, guys worried about their dick’s burning when they pee, some asshole named Gary V, and a whole lot of shit posting.

We got anonymous accounts telling the truth, guys who show their faces who are uncouth, and we’ve even got old men yelling at clouds, calling everyone a pervert or a degenerate. Yes, Twitter is really like that.

We got twenty year olds handing out life advice like it’s going out of style and as if they have lived long enough to be handing out life advice. (Sit down.)

We have Power Dad’s and Mommy Bloggers trying to outdo each other as to who is the best parent when it comes to their kids. A question for the Dad’s: “Do you want to be a ‘Good Dad’ or raise ‘good kids?’ It’s okay if you don’t know the difference, your kids will.” (h/t to Rian Stone for that question.) While I’m at it, hey Twitter Parents, do you think it’s a good idea posting pics of your babies on the internet for every weirdo and predator to see them? I’m just curious.

We got bullet-point list guys making bullet-point lists and if you follow each and every bullet point, well, you might be an idiot.

We got guys hawking platitudes like nobodies business and if you want to get your first 1000 followers, I highly recommend that you regurgitate the same shit that these dipshits are doing, because it does work. Who knows? Maybe you could be the next Tony Robbins.

We got guys making threads about anything and everything, and I can’t be bothered to read them because, well, life is short and I don’t have the fucking time. Besides, they are all about something that sounds profound, even though they aren’t really, and they all end with a link to a course or some E-book that is overpriced on gumroad.

We got guys taking pictures or videos of themselves eating meat in a restaurant, showing you, the common unwashed masses, just how good they are living, while you are relegated to eating ramen and processed foods. All in the name of staying relevant.

We got guys who barely tweet, women who take pictures of their feet, and if you are unfortunate, you’ll find the Island of Cortes. Stick around long enough, if you don’t find it, the Island of Cortes will find you.

We got feminists saying that they don’t need no man, thirsty beta’s doing what they can, and you can buy some girl’s bathwater, just click the link. She sold out quickly. What can I say? The thirst is real.

While we’re on the subject of women, there’s the progressive left, the status quo right, an ancap who does cosplay, and beware the Sunhat Gods. By the way, there are no women on the internet. Ever seen the movie Catfish? You haven’t? Better check that one out before coming on to Twitter.

We’ve got guys who lift, guys who don’t, guys who drink soy latte’s and those who won’t, and there’s a guy named Ed who only drinks his coffee black. (Nice guy by the way.)

Speaking of coffee, we got guy’s who take cold showers and guys that get up at ungodly hours because you’re a piece of shit if you wake up any later than 4:30 in the morning.

Oh that’s another thing about Twitter:

Fuck nuance.

Everything is binary, everything is extreme, everybody has all the right answers and fuck you if you tell them otherwise. The sperg levels and the autism is real. Just ask some random tweeters about single mom’s and see what happens.

Twitter is a shit show and everybody is flexing and lying about who and what they are, all in the hopes of getting laid, and if you aren’t getting death threats and nudes in your DM’s, you’re doing it wrong.

Gun nuts, truck nuts, peanuts, and if you don’t have nuts, you better sack up like you got a pair. Twitter ain’t for the timid or the weak, just ask any hard to kill guy, he’ll be more than happy to tell you.

While we’re at it, check out Inmate Twitter. It’s for those who are interested in what it takes to be a convict and how to capitalize on that status once you are back on the outside. It’s as real as it gets.

So welcome to Twitter. Wear a cup.

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No More Swipe Apps For Me

February 19, 2020February 16, 2020 Rob Says1 Comment

If you don’t follow me on Twitter (@RobSays__) you missed out on something I did the other day. I uninstalled all of my “swipe/dating” apps and I deleted all of my profiles on all of the different dating sites that I had belonged to.

Why did I do this, considering I’ve had some measure of success with women on these various apps? I did it because of two main reasons:

Online dating is slow and tedious. You have to “like” or “match” with someone most of the time in order to communicate with them. They don’t “like” or “match” with you? No conversation can be had. On top of that, having the same conversations over and over gets tedious. You text back and forth a few times, saying a lot of the same things that you said to 5 or 10 other women. They give back similar answers, rinse and repeat. Or, they don’t answer you at all, which happens more often than not. I would rather go out in the real world and get immediate feedback from a woman. At least that way, if she isn’t interested, I know right then and there and I can move on to another woman. Or if she is interested, we can escalate the encounter and see where it goes.
The quality of women online tends to be “lower” than what I really want. The type of women that I seek are usually not found on swipe and dating apps. They don’t need to be there. They get approached enough in real life. So if I want what I want, I had better go where they are, and online dating isn’t usually it.

Deleting these apps has freed up a lot of time for me. I didn’t realize just how much time I was sinking into getting minimal results. I could spend hours looking at different pics and profiles, crafting conversations, etc, and the whole day could get past me. Now I’m able to do more of the things that I actually want to do instead of swiping pics and sometimes having conversations that more often than not, end up going nowhere.

Here’s a hard truth for you to swallow: Dating (pick up, hooking up, whatever you want to call it) in any form is mostly a numbers game. It will definitely help you to have Game, be in decent shape, wear decent clothing, and having some money never hurt anything, but at the end of the day, it’s a grind. You’re going to get told “no” way more often than you are going to get told “yes.” That’s just the facts. It can wear you out in the wallet if you are not careful, and it will definitely hammer your ego and your self-esteem. That’s why I don’t think that there are a lot of guys out there that pick up women for years on end. It can really mess with your head when you are in a “slump” and the chicks just aren’t digging you.

So it’s back to meeting women full time in real life.

That being said, I went out the other night to a local bar/club. It’s a bar that I’ve been to many times in the recent past, but this night was a little different from the other times that I went.

That night I felt totally alone. Lonely even. I felt like I was invisible and didn’t exist. I know it was all “in my head,” and that the feeling is and was, a temporary one. Today as I’m writing this, I feel great. I feel fine. I’m alone but I’m not lonely. I’m in a good place today.

I think I need to change up the locations that I visit. I need more than just the one or two that I go to. I realize that I like variety, and I may have better results at a different venue than the one’s that I have frequented recently. I enjoy the music and the band at one of these locations, but even their set list is getting a bit stale. Also, I’m beginning to see a lot of the same faces there. Faces that I’m not necessarily interested in, nor are they interested in me. Time to move on. Fish in another pond.

In other news, since I’ve had quite a bit of time freed up to do other things, I’ve created a bunch of videos on my YouTube channel that I call “Two Minutes.” I take whatever idea or thought that comes to mind and I spend roughly two minutes on it. That way my subscribers get something to mull over and then they get to get on with their day. I’ll still be doing all of my live streams that I belong to, and I’ll still be putting out my more “long form” videos as well, but I decided to add something to my channel for shits and giggles. Check them out, tell me what you think.

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A Case Of “The One”

February 17, 2020February 8, 2020 Rob SaysLeave a comment

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“Stanley” is another co-worker of mine. He’s a fairly young man, around the age of 27 or 28. He’s not originally from Utah and at least as long as I have known him, he’s been morbidly obese.

Stanley had gastric bypass surgery not too long ago, within the last 6 months and he’s losing a lot of weight and he’s beginning to look good. Stanley is also a guy that if I had to guess, has never had sex with a woman. He just gives off that “vibe.” He’s more of the guy that likes to play his video games and hang out with his buds.

Stanley made an announcement at work the other day. He’s moving on. He’s moving to Arizona. That’s all he said to the majority of us. I found out his reasons as to why he’s moving though. It’s because of a girl.

Apparently Stanley has had some sort of “long distance” relationship with this woman. He’s known her for at least six years, or maybe it’s eight years. The time that he’s known her is a little “fluid,” if you get what I mean.

From what I gather, she’s a “good girl,” she goes to church, which is where and how they met those six or eight long years ago. According to Stanley, he’s found his “One.” He’s ready to uproot his life, his job, where he lives, and run off into the desert of Arizona to be with her.

On one hand, he’s pulling a “Go Big or Go Home” move, which I can appreciate. I don’t know if the guy really knows what he wants, I highly doubt it given what he’s doing, but hey, his determination is there and I can admire that.

The fact that he’s willing to literally give up and trade in his entire life over a woman is the part that has me shaking my head. In some ways, I literally don’t have the words. I don’t have the words for Stanley at least. The guy isn’t just setting himself on fire, he’s self-immolating. This is taking it to an extreme. There is literally nothing I can do for him. He truly gets to burn.

He’s leaving in a few days to go to Arizona to make arrangements for his move in a couple of months. All I can do is shake my head and wave goodbye.

Goodbye Stanley, and godspeed. I hope things work out for you with your “One” and that you live happily-ever-after with her. May you truly find whatever it is that you are looking for. Amen.

No point in trying to talk to him, he’s made up his mind. Last rites commence.

For you guys reading this, I wish this was a work of fiction, some fantastical bullshit that I pulled out of my ass, but it’s not. It’s a true story.

I’ve mentioned guys in the past doing stupid shit and doing some really dumb things, but this one has to be maybe one of the worst. This is a guy who is gambling his future away on a “possibility.” A possibility of love and of sex. Because that’s what this is really about.

Desperation and thirst.

You want to run off and fuck strange pussy in another state? Fine. Do that. I’ve done it and I have no regrets. But you don’t uproot your life, quit your job, and move for that pussy. Go and have an adventure but don’t change your life for it.

Maybe I’m truly an anomaly. Or maybe I’ve had some common sense, a sense of self preservation, and at least a modicum of self esteem that would scream at me, “Dude! What the fuck are you doing? Don’t fucking do that!” to even entertain an idea of what Stanley is doing.

My father will be 70 years old in April. He was with my mother for almost 50 years total by the time she died. He’s now dating another woman and will probably be with her until he dies or until she kicks his ass to the curb, which ever comes first. He has never heard of the Red Pill, and has no idea about it or my involvement with other men in it. He’s very blue pilled when it comes to women, their nature, and relationships, but even he has a modicum of self preservation and self respect.

My father’s girlfriend suggested a little while ago for him to sell his house and then they would use the proceeds of that sale and buy a house in Mesquite, Arizona and live there in the winter and then live in her home in the summer.

My father’s exact words were, “You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m going to sell my house. Why don’t you sell yours? What happens to me if our relationship goes south and you give me the boot?”

Even my Boomer Dad, who’s pretty much computer illiterate and doesn’t really understand women’s natures, understands enough to know that you don’t gamble your whole life away on the prospect of pussy.

Guys, if you have done something like this, like what Stanley is doing, or if you are seriously considering doing it, I can’t help you. No one can. You are truly on your one when it comes to this one. You really get to burn.

Godspeed, good luck and all of that. Amen and goodbye.

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