I wrote about “Trevor” awhile ago.

Well, he’s “back” and with more updates.

A little backstory though:

“Trevor” turned 29 this year and his blushing bride is 28. They got married on September 15th of this year as you can see in the photo above. She’s a bit on the “chunky” side. Oh and she already has a 3 year old son. And she wants more kids.

“Trevor” went out on route with me today, that’s how I know his and her age, that she was a single mom, that she wants more kids, oh and they are having “financial difficulties” already.

I’m not terribly surprised about the financial stuff. “Trevor” has made a series of mistakes when it comes to his finances and his purchases over the past four years that I have known him. Let’s just say that he’s up to his eyeballs in debt. I can only imagine what her financial situation is.

I do know, from the mouth of “Trevor,” that he makes significantly more than she does, and that they are drowning financially at the moment. They have barely been married a month and are already having disputes and arguments over money. He’s trying to pay the bills, she wants to spend money that they don’t have doing “something fun.”

“Trevor” told me while on route that he and his wife had an argument over money earlier this week and that she’s pissed at him. “I guess we’ll just never do anything fun.” This is what he told me that she said to him. I can only imagine the attitude and tonality that went with it.

“Trevor” has been married barely a month and he’s already starting to regret it. It took me at least a couple of years before I started doubting my marriage, and look what happened there. And yes, it was primarily over money.

“Trevor” isn’t a bad looking guy. Yes, he’s a “thin-skinned man,” like I said in my prior post about him, but I think he means well for the most part. The problem is, he doesn’t see that he has options. Why else would he marry an overweight single mother?

Why would any man marry a single mother unless they don’t think that they have any other options? I’m not attacking or shitting on single mothers, but I can’t think of any real reason why a man who has options would choose that option.

All of the guys that I know personally that chose to marry a single mother couldn’t see that they had any other options. And most of them still don’t see it. Some of them have gone so long that they don’t really have any other options at this point in their lives, and so begins or continues their lives of “quiet desperation.”

When I got married back in 2009, I was one of those guys. I didn’t think or see that I had any other options, and so I “did what everyone did because that’s what you do,” and I married a single mother. It was a slow, silent descent into my own personal hell that I had created for myself. I loved her for “what was on the inside, because looks fade.” “It’s what’s on the inside that counts,” right?

Except, “what about what really, truly mattered to me?” What about my and our financial situation? What about what actually turned me on? What about my life and my own happiness? Those were questions at that time that I had never asked myself, and no one else ever bothered to ask me about them either.

The first couple of years of my marriage were good, and then just okay, and ultimately I wanted out, any way that I could, up to and including, death. So I got divorced instead of taking my own life because I knew that I had more living to do. The slow death of my life, one day at a time, wasn’t fast enough.

“Trevor” is going to go down that same road most likely. I can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. And he just got married a month ago. I guess the honeymoon is already over. Is he done fucking his life up yet? I don’t know, but I doubt it. I imagine that he and his blushing bride will have a child of their own in the near future, and then “Trevor” will be truly fucked, at least for a while.

I don’t have a problem with single moms as I have said on podcasts and livestreams. Some of the best sex of my life came from single moms. And let’s be honest shall we? Let’s look at the positive side of dating and fucking a single mother:

1. They have fucked in the past and most likely enjoyed it. The proof of their “deed” is one or more bundles of joy that you may or may not have to interact with.
2. They are busy and their time is limited. That means that they aren’t necessarily calling, texting, or taking up too much of your time as they are busy with raising their children, dealing with work, and have lives of their own.
3. They seldom flake. At least that has been my experience. Since their time is limited, they tend not to squander it. But then again, your mileage may vary.

That all being said, and yes, it’s a rather short list now that I look at it, I would never marry or cohabitate with a single mother again. I would never commit to monogamy with one again. Been there, done that.

I have seen the “guys shitting on single mom’s” on the internet again. What is old is new. I guess I’m throwing my own two cents in on the matter and adding to the dogpile now. I don’t like the idea that I’m “shitting on them,” because I don’t think that I am.

I’m just being honest. I wouldn’t commit to, cohabitate, and I would definitely never marry a single mother again.

Will the single mother’s “out there” find someone that they can call their own? I’m sure that the great majority of them will. There’s always a man out there who doesn’t see his own worth and value that will happily take up the yoke of provisioning and providing. There’s always a “dutiful beta” waiting in the wings. Rest assured, single mothers’, you’ll be fine.

But I do wonder if he’ll end up being what it is that you are truly looking for? Or will the cycle just keep going for you? (AF/BB) It’s a rhetorical question that I’m asking, of course.

The honest and truthful answer is that the cycle will continue without end, amen.

What am I going to about “Trevor?” Absolutely nothing. He gets to burn. It’s his hole that he has dug for himself and he gets to dig himself out of it if he so desires. I simply told him, “Congratulations on your marriage, I wish you both the best.” And I meant it. I do wish both of them the best. I just don’t see that happening, but then again, stranger things have happened.

And when “Trevor” told me about their already strained disputes, all I could think of to say was, “I’m sorry to hear that man, that sucks.” And I meant that too. It does suck. But it’s not my problem.

What happened to “Don’t Care, Got Laid?”

I had to snag this screenshot, because I have seen a lot of the above going on lately.

It’s another “Purity Test.”

“You’re not a REAL Gamer unless you do Cold Approach.”

“You’re not a REAL Pick Up Artist (PUA) unless you…”

The “No True Scotsman” argument has hit the PUA section of the internet. Do you know who this reminds me of? Do you know who this sounds like as a group? TradCons. The only difference that I’m seeing as of right now is while TradCons are looking for their “vestigial virgins,” PUA’s are concerned with her HB (hot body) score. So it’s not about virginity so much, but it’s definitely about “quality.” Quality wahmen, amirite?

Wait, lemme guess bro, you only bang 9’s and 10’s. Like BullRush told me a while ago: “If she gets my dick hard, she’s a 10.”

I guess my “notches” from Online Dating (OLD) don’t count?

She wasn’t always “Younger, Hotter, Tighter,” so it doesn’t count?

So women who were not between the ages of 18 and 23 and showed up at my door, sight unseen, except for pictures, (my pictures, me being unseen by them except for my pictures) and fucked me that same night, doesn’t count? I don’t have Game?

According to the internet lately, in order for a notch to “count,” it must be through Cold Approach. Whether that be Day Game or Night Game, or otherwise it doesn’t count. But to whom?

The guy on the other side of the internet on a keyboard?

Apparently, I’m the Luckiest Man In The World.

Apparently I don’t have Game because I’m not always pulling and banging, “Younger, Hotter, Tighter.” I didn’t meet them on the street, so it doesn’t count. It’s because I met them online, that it doesn’t count.

Apparently I was the “Right Guy at the Right Place, at the Right Time.” On the internet.

Yes, there is a “ceiling” for how young and attractive a woman will be that is doing online dating. I’m fully and sometimes painfully aware of this. But to say that “You don’t have Game if you do OLD,” is disingenuous, and it’s “moving the goalposts.” What happened to “Don’t Care, Got Laid?”

Who cares if she’s not a “9 or a 10” brah?

She got my dick hard, so she’s a 10.

Am I being hyperbolic? Yes. Am I even projecting a bit? I’ll own that.

But to say that a “True PUA does only Cold Approach” is bullshit.

I can, and still, fuck shit up. I have said too much and sometimes didn’t say enough and the woman didn’t come out to meet me, let alone fuck me. It happens.

I remember vaguely back in the early 2000’s when there were forums and guys were talking about The Mystery Method and were actually swapping notes. They were trying things out and seeing what worked and what didn’t. They would get “constructive criticism” about things that didn’t work and suggestions about trying something else.

Those days are all but gone, unfortunately.

Now we have, “Online game” is not “Game” or “Pickup” since the girls guys are getting are not younger and hotter.”

Great.

How is that supposed to help me? How is that supposed to help some young, inexperienced, dumbass when it comes to meeting and fucking women? It doesn’t. It’s a purity test and nothing more.

“You’re not a real PUA unless you meet them on the street and she’s younger and hotter.”

Great. Keep moving the goalposts, boys.

I guess I’ll go back to my post-wall, excited to see and fuck me women that I have met online. I’ll cry in my beer and my Cheerios that I somehow just don’t add up. My lays and my experiences count for nothing in today’s modern PUA world. All because I didn’t meet her in the real world, at the bar, on the street, and because she’s over the age of 25. All because I didn’t measure up in some asshole’s Purity Test. All of that sex and it was all for nothing. Goddammit, and here I was, trying to win the PUA Award of the Decade. But it’s all for naught because she was over 25, I met her online, I’m over 35, under 6’0, and I don’t make 6 figures. I’m cancelling my membership to the Fraternal Order of the Secret Society because I don’t add up. I’m Not Going To Make It. (NGMI) LOL

Remember guys, you aren’t a Real PUA and you don’t have Game if she is over 25 and you didn’t meet her anywhere but in the real world.

Jesus wept.

I’m writing about this, for this reason, and this reason alone:

“Don’t Care, Got Laid.”

Who gives a fuck if she’s “post-wall?” Who gives a fuck if you met her on the street during lunch in broad daylight, or at midnight in a seedy bar, or you met her online on an app?

Did she get your dick hard?

Were you able to get her to meet you anywhere, somewhere, and you fucked her and that’s what you wanted? Then you have “Game.” You were able to have a conversation with her that resulted in you getting your dick wet. She didn’t call the cops, she didn’t blow you off, she didn’t flake on you or “ghost” you. You didn’t get “MeToo’d,” you got laid. Congratulations, you have some type of Game.

Everyone has a different standard as to what is attractive, beautiful, and desirable. This is why I hate the “HB Scale.” (Hot Body) Everybody is different. What’s one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Who gives a fuck?

It’s your life. Decide what you want.

You decide if online dating works for you or not. You decide if Cold Approach works for you or not. You decide what is attractive to you or not. You decide what gets your dick hard or not.

Don’t let random assholes on the internet tell you otherwise.

What is all that highlighted text of a study saying?

Blah, blah, men have a higher sex drive than women do.

Like I said when I quoted this study on Twitter: “In other news, water is wet, and the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.”

Big deal Rob, no shit. What’s your point?

My point is that men and women are different.

Women typically do not have the same sex drive as men. They don’t think about sex as much or as often as we do. They don’t have the same desire for sex that we do. They can go longer without it than we can.

I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but “Kate” (@deadandsushi) on Twitter has a point and I happen to agree with her on this particular subject. Why? Because I have seen and heard this point of view from multiple women over the years. Here’s a gallery of tweets that “Kate” made on this particular subject:

One of the more recent times in my past when I heard a woman talking about going years, not days, not weeks, not months, but years without having sex, was when I first started seeing Kitten. When we met up in late 2019 and into early 2020, I remember when we first had sex, she told me that it had been five years since she had had sex.

It blew my mind.

Initially, I thought she was just fucking with me. She is, and was, a good looking woman. She’s in shape, she takes care of herself, she’s vibrant and energetic. How could she NOT be having sex? And not for the last five years?

But wait! There’s more!

When I met the Girl Who Likes Pain in 2021, she too confessed that she had not had sex in over two years. And she’s much younger than me. She was 33 when I met her.

Then there was the Irish Girl that met back in July and took her home after a couple of drinks. Sure, she ended up only being with me for one night, but she too, confessed that she hadn’t had sex in a couple of years.

A Mexican woman I had met in 2019 had said it had been over a year since she had sex.

Teriyaki had gone several months of not having sex before she met me.

And then there’s my belly dancer.

She had gone over two years before she met me.

Do you see a pattern here?

Are all of these women lying? If so, why? These were all confessions that were made to me early on. First meet ups, first time having sex, first conversations, you name it. I was a stranger to them at the time. I was nobody significant in their lives. These were confessions that I didn’t elicit. I didn’t ask them, “So…When’s the last time you had sex? (Before me?)” These confessions came up organically.

I can either assume that all of these women (and more) are lying to me, or that they are in fact, being honest.

If it’s “me against the world,” then maybe I’m the problem, not them.

Or if I choose to think that they are in fact, being honest, then sex isn’t as “big a deal” for women as it is for men.

Think about it:

Men like sex, and yes, women like sex too.

But we think about it way more often than most women do. We fantasize about it, we write songs, poetry, and literature about it. We even dedicate YouTube channels and videos and forums and books and paintings and pornography and literature to it.

Women typically don’t.

Why is that?

If women are “monkey branching,” and hiding their “slut status,” and their “body count” constantly, why aren’t there more of all of the above made by women and dedicated to women? Especially in today’s day and age? There’s always outliers, I get that. Put a woman on testosterone and jack it up to a man’s level and she becomes a “cock craven horny motherfucker.” Just like us.

But don’t do that, and….

I’ve heard of women getting testosterone for a variety of reasons and almost every single time, I hear them saying something to the effect of:

“Now I understand. (Or have a better understanding.) I don’t know how you guys (men) do it. Constantly thinking about sex, wanting to have sex. I don’t know how you get things done.”

Every time a woman confessed to me that she hadn’t had sex in (insert whatever time period here) it blew me away. Especially when it came to the years “category.” The longest I have ever gone without having sex is a little over a year, and that was back when I was in my early 20’s. Since that time, it’s been far less between partners for me. The last time I had a “drought,” was after my ex-girlfriend left. I took about 4 months “off” while I was dealing with my grief from the end of that relationship and the death of my mother. Since that time, I have had sex on a consistent basis, as in at least one or more partners a month, on average. There’s no way I could go over a year without having it, but that’s me.

What is my point with all of this? Why bother writing a post and showing screenshots?

It’s because it’s a reminder that men and women are different.

Yes, women by default, are going to have a “higher notch count” than you or me. Get over it. Get used to that. That’s because, “women use sex to find love,” and they are the “gatekeepers to sex.” And let’s be honest: we (men) are opportunists. We’ll fuck damn near anything.

This doesn’t mean that she’s “cock thirsty,” like you and I are “pussy thirsty.” The average woman doesn’t think about or desire sex like the average man does. She’s not constantly seeking out new cock. She’s not “racking up bodies by the billions” as some of you guys think. Just because we will fuck damn near anything and everything, doesn’t mean she will.

When you see a guy saying something on the internet about women and their “notch,” or their sexual behavior, pause for a moment and consider this:

He’s projecting.

He’s projecting his sex drive onto her. He’s projecting his fantasies and fears onto her.

Keep that in mind.

I’m not saying this “in defense of the wahmen.” I’m definitely not “White Knighting.”

I’m saying this to “keep it real.” She’s not out fucking nearly as often as you or I would or could, so don’t project your sex drive onto her. Don’t drive yourself nuts over what you would do if the “shoe was on the other foot.” Just because you would go out and fuck anything and everything that moves, and as far as I’m concerned, you should, doesn’t mean that she is out fucking anything and everything that moves.