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One Key Step To Not Giving A Fuck.

Rob Says4 Comments

I have a confession to make.

I’m not on Reddit. I don’t even have an account.

When I first found this “space,” this thing that we call the Red Pill, and when I found what we love to hate to call the “Manosphere,” I didn’t find it on Reddit. I just remember being miserable and typing in some search terms in our favorite Oracle and I ended up sifting through a lot of stuff and I landed at Rollo’s blog.

From there I ended up on Twitter and fast forward to today, here I am and here we are.

For the last few years I had heard about the Red Pill subreddit and I had browsed it from time to time. Most of it today is chaotic and a lot of the material has already been done to death and it seems to me at least, that the spergs have taken over.

However there are a few voices on Twitter that originated or at least have a major presence on Reddit. Rian Stone and Rule Zero Dad (aka Chest Rockwell – The Passionate Man) come to mind. Both have been contributors to the Red Pill Reddit and in recent times, Rian in particular has been going over the basics and the fundamentals in a series called The Red Pill Sidebar. It’s a great watch, for new guys and guys who have been around for awhile, but need a refresher every now and then. I highly recommend you guys check this stuff out.

It was the Red Pill Sidebar that interested me. I could get past a lot of bullshit and nonsense and get down to the nitty gritty. I could find things that made sense and in my own way, I could figure out what was going on and how to apply it to my own life without the peanut gallery throwing their .02 at me. Basically I was on the hunt, looking for nuggets.

Nuggets are those little take-aways, those “ah ha’s!” that I seek. Those little tidbits of wisdom and insight. While the sidebar has a lot of the “big stuff” in there, stuff that we all know and love and just take as “of course,” there are little, lesser known nuggets in there as well.

I found one of those lesser known and talked about nuggets, and for me, I can’t believe that it isn’t talked about more in “our space.” I believe this little nugget is in fact, huge. Without it, most of the other stuff isn’t going to matter or “work” for you.

That little nugget was way down the sidebar, almost to the very end, almost as an afterthought.

And it was labeled: One Key Step to Not Giving a Fuck.

It’s also known as: The Guide To Accepting Yourself (even when women don’t.)

Here’s the nugget:

“People who don’t care if they get ass…get more ass than you.

People with shitty bodies who don’t give a fuck…get more ass than you.

People who truly have zero ambition and are ok with that…get more ass than you.”

I know I ain’t shit, and that’s okay. I’m below average in height. I’m bald. I don’t have the straightest teeth on the planet. I’m not ripped, jacked, or shredded. I work for “the man,” and I have no ambitions to become CEO or to become an entrepreneur. I’m an average writer. My YouTube videos are pretty average too. I don’t have a “voice for radio.” And I don’t care.

For all the talk about having to be perfect to bang the ladies, I’m not perfect. I’m far from it. But I’ll bet I get more ass than you. That’s not a brag, a flex, or a boast. I’m not better than you. I just don’t care. I don’t care about any of the bullshit that you care about. I don’t care that I’m short. I don’t care that I’m bald. I don’t care that I’m not ripped/shredded/jacked. Could I do even better with my chances with women if I got in super shape? Probably. But I don’t care. I’m happy with the results that I do get. I have more opportunities than I will ever get through in this lifetime so I’m good.

I found a book on Amazon awhile ago, it’s called:

“The Tao of Steve: 3 Simple Rules of Seduction”

In this book, there are only 3 “Rules” and they are:

1. Be Desireless

2. Be Excellent

3. Be Gone

I love taking stuff and instead of having to break it down into its molecular components, I can “chunk up” and put it into something that is memorable and useful to me.

Being Desireless is Not Giving A Fuck. It’s simply you having a conversation with a woman without regards to the outcome. Do you want to fuck her? Sure you do. But you don’t care if you do. It’s outcome independence. You don’t care if it happens or not. You don’t care if she likes you or not. If she won’t, someone else will.

There’s always another woman.

That’s one of my beliefs or “mantras.” There’s always another woman. I may not meet her in the next five minutes or the next five days, or even in the next five weeks, but I will meet her eventually. And I end up doing just that. So why get hung up over any one particular woman? Why worry about it?

Every woman I meet and end up having any sort of relationship with is special to me. She brings her unique perspective and her outlook and experiences to my life. I learn something from every woman that shows up for me. At the same time, if they go, or I tell them to leave, another one will show up. They always do. This is why I don’t care. This is why I don’t give a fuck. This is why I don’t worry about the details that really don’t matter that you guys get hung up on.

Give that sidebar link a read. Absorb it. Internalize it. You won’t regret it.

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Desire

Rob Says6 Comments

Desire.

It’s one of my most favorite words in the dictionary. The word evokes so many things for me. From breasts dripping with sweat, the smell of sex, hot breath on your neck, nails scratching blood trails down your back, to eyes rolling in the back of your head orgasms, to her pussy grinding against my hand, my face, my crotch.

Desire is a dive bar that serves cheap booze and the smell of stale cigarettes is in the air. It’s the smell of sweat and the heat of bodies packed together, grinding, grazing, pushing and pulling towards one another. Desire is a beer bottle sliding on a guitar neck as the band plays the blues. Desire is the devil tempting me.

To quote Ronnie James Dio on Heaven and Hell: “There’s a big black shape looking up at me. He says I know where you ought to be! Come with me and I’ll give you, Desire. But first, you’ve got to burn, burn, burn, burn in fire!”

Desire is when she will drive two hours each way to come and fuck you. When she will get out of her car, throw herself against you, put her tongue in your mouth and you can taste the coffee and her need for you, and when she wraps her arms tightly around you and throws a leg around yours for good measure.

Desire is her walking through your door, climbing the stairs while stripping out of her shirt, dropping it on the staircase, unclasping her bra, and asking you, “Where’s your bedroom?” All while she hasn’t missed a step or a stride. Desire is the sweat in her hair as you pull it and the sweat on her breasts as you lick them.

Desire is her putting her arms around you while you are cooking bacon at the stove and she unbuttons your pants and sticks her hands down inside and grabs your cock and starts stroking you.

Desire is when you turn around and she drops to her knees in front of you, pulls your cock out of your pants and begins to suck. Desire is seeing her drooling while she is sucking your cock at the stove. Desire is when she pulls you from the stove and you absently turn it off so you don’t burn the house down and she is stripping, walking backwards to the bedroom as you pull your shirt off.

Desire is when you pull her pants and her panties down in one smooth fluid motion and she grinds her ass against your crotch and the juice from her pussy drips down onto the floor because she is so wet.

Desire is when she is breathless and can only whisper, “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

Desire is when you are straddling her and she is gripping your cock and guiding you inside of her and she doesn’t care that you aren’t wearing a condom and she doesn’t care if you come inside her. That’s how bad she wants you.

Desire is when you come inside her and she screams and groans as you come and she comes too.

Desire is forbidden, taboo. Desire is carnal and naughty and earthly and smelly and messy and sweaty. Desire is salivating and salty and silly and funny sometimes too.

Desire is hot and exciting and wordless and breathless and sometimes it can be wrong but it feels so right and you do it and you want to keep doing it and when you’re done you want to do it again. Desire can move mountains and destroy civilizations. Desire is all that is holy and all that is sacrilege. Desire is heaven and hell.

Desire is biting and choking and bloody and sweet and tender sometimes.

Desire is about feeling and emotions. Desire is what is always tickling at the back of your mind.

Desire is a connection.

Desire is not a thesis. Desire is not an essay. Desire isn’t a set of variables that can be controlled for, not really. Desire isn’t an algorithm. Desire isn’t a computer simulation or a program. Desire isn’t a course on gumroad.

Desire isn’t logical or about logic. Desire isn’t contrived in a vacuum or in a laboratory setting. Desire isn’t rational. Desire isn’t about investment.

Desire just IS.

Desire is a fire. A burning. A need. A longing. A hunger.

Desire isn’t an equation to be solved for.

You can whisper desire. You can beg with desire. Desire will make you shudder and bring you to your knees.

You can write poetry about it. You can write and sing songs about it. You can play an instrument to it and harness it.

You can’t bottle it and put stock and credit into it.

Desire is the devil on your shoulder whispering to you to do all the things you want to do.

Desire is delicious.

Desire cannot be held in your hand and quantified and labeled and put in a jar on your shelf.

Desire cannot be negotiated. Desire cannot be “worked on.”

Desire cannot be controlled for and owned.

Desire is evocative. Desire isn’t sanitized and boring.

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Teriyaki

Rob Says15 Comments

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Yes, we are doing what you think we are doing.

This is “Teriyaki.” I call her that because of an inside joke between us. I met her back in July of this year. It all started with this text:

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The text that started it all.

It’s been a lot of fun hanging around her and getting to know her, and I can’t complain about the sex, there’s been plenty of it, and she’s pretty open-minded about trying and doing new and different things.

The woman has gone through some things in her life, some of them are totally out of her control, because sometimes shit just does happen, and some of the things are her doing. Watching her as she talks about those things, what she has learned about those things and herself, I think she’s seriously wanting to change her life around compared to when she was much younger. Let’s just say that her actions are speaking louder than her words when it comes to cleaning her life up.

I’m bringing her up today because of a post that I read earlier. Madd Monk is a blog that I follow and I read when he posts something. I haven’t read all of his stuff yet, but from what I gather, he’s a younger guy who got divorced, took the Red Pill, has been owning his shit, and has been learning game and spinning plates to one degree or another. I like reading his blog because he’s actually a really good writer. I feel like I’m right there, listening to him say what he’s got to say. His blog is mostly about his different adventures with the different women that he’s met over the last several months and how he feels about them and about himself. He’s definitely a guy who is blogging his own personal journey with women.

On one of his latest posts, he had this to say:

I genuinely enjoy Midwest’s [one of his girls -ed.] company whether we’re having sex or not. That’s enough for me to keep her around. I don’t feel drained when I’m around her.

I get where he’s coming from. While I enjoy random, casual sex with what my ex-wife referred to as my “strange women,” I also enjoy them for their company. I don’t always have to have sex, and sometimes I’m just not in the mood, although it doesn’t take much for me to get in the mood. That’s one of many things that I like about Teriyaki. We don’t just have sex. We have conversations and genuinely enjoy each other’s company. She’s actually fun to be around.

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Nipple Alert

One of the things that I noticed pretty early on with her is that she is comfortable with silence. She doesn’t feel the need to fill up the empty space between us with a lot of conversation and sound. When I’m working on something like a video or a blog post, she’s perfectly content to do her own thing. She doesn’t need constant communication and constant talk. Just being in some form of proximity is good enough for her.

I like that about her. When I was married, my ex-wife couldn’t stand silence and so she constantly talked. She once told me, “There wasn’t an unspoken thought in her head,” and she wasn’t kidding. Having to constantly listen and keep track of all the babble that came out of that woman’s mouth was exhausting to say the least. I tried for a while, but eventually gave up as it became too much for me to keep track of everything going on in my own head, let alone her head. The only time that my ex-wife would shut up was when one of her favorite TV shows was on. Then at least I wouldn’t have to hear her ramble on about whatever was rattling around in her head. Until it was commercial time, then let the onslaught commence. That’s how it was for the entire duration of our marriage.

My ex-girlfriend was good with silence and was good with doing her own thing too. I didn’t have to listen and keep up with every little thought that ran around in her head. Teriyaki is no different. I guess I’m doing something “right.” It goes to show that you can teach an old dog new tricks.

My whole point of writing this post isn’t to wax poetically about Teriyaki, but it is to say that I know that I look for more than “just sex.” I may not be looking for monogamy and “playing house,” and while a fast “pump and dump” is nice on occasion, I mostly look for a stronger connection than just a sexual one. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

I sometimes wonder if one of the reasons that guys will readily and willingly jump into monogamy and commitment isn’t just because of thirst and the availability of easy sex, but is also because they sometimes stumble upon someone, at least early on, who they genuinely enjoy being around, or they think that they enjoy being around. Someone that they can have a conversation and do stuff with as well as have sex with.

I’m pretty sure that this is the case to one degree or another, but I felt it needed to be said. Sometimes the guys on the internet get so caught up in “only banging 9’s and 10’s” and what is or isn’t “Alpha,” and painting green lines on pictures, and pointing out that the more you lean, the bigger simp you are, that they forget why they are there.

It isn’t about leaning or not leaning, it isn’t about what is or isn’t alpha, it’s about creating connections. Whether those connections only last for a few hours, or they last for years, it’s about creating connections.

Hopefully some of those guys that I previously mentioned will see this and read it and it’ll help them get themselves back on course.

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