God, I hate social media sometimes, I really do.

The longer I’m on there, the more bullshit I see.

Guys are truly afraid of their own shadows, and the women, the women are tired. Tired of men not being men.

Tired of men not having the balls to go after what they want, unapologetically. Guys willing to put it all on the line. Guys doing “sneaky fucker game.”

The latest “challenge” issued by another dipshit on Twitter was along the lines of: “Don’t fuck, don’t drink, eat right, meditate.”

Fuck me running. What happened to fucking until you couldn’t fuck anymore? What happened to road beers and drinking almost to the point of blackout? What happened to eating the good food? What happened to testing your limits and seeing what would happen? What happened to possibly being rejected? What happened to living?

What happened to having some fucking fun for once in your fucking life?

I’m so tired of the puritanism that masquerades as “Masculinity.” This new “Masculinity” is set up to have you in chains. You see this, right? It’s either a woman calling the shots, saying what is “proper” or “good,” or it’s some Jesus freak telling you the same thing. All the “retain your semen/abstinence” shit is just a front for religion. Ask me how I know.

Do you really want to live in chains? Do you really want a life of slavery? It’s time for you to decide what works for you.

Asceticism might be your thing, except I know it’s not, not really. You really want to live an ascetic lifestyle? Okay, give up everything except the clothes on your back. Go be homeless and live on the concrete with nothing. That’s asceticism. Otherwise you’re LARPing.

Why self-deny? Why bother? Because some random asshole on the internet said so? Really?Who the hell is that guy? Who the hell is that woman? Nobody. That’s who. I mean, if you want to live a life of self-denial, fill your boots. You do you, bro. But I can’t imagine for one moment why I would want to do that.

I grew up with everyone around me telling me that I should deny myself…Everything. Sacrifice it all in the name of “Being a Man.” Sacrifice it all in the name of “The Greater Good.” Deny it all in the name of God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost. Do you know who got the short end of the stick? Me, that’s who.

Fuck it. I was done with all of that bullshit a while ago. “Sacrifice” my ass. Been there, done that. No thank you. I’ll do what I want and what I want is to pursue pleasure. So that’s what I’m doing. Do you know what? Life is pretty fucking good for me.

You can either live in chains or you can throw them off and do what you want. The choice is always yours.

All the women I have met in the last few years, all of the food I have eaten, all of the drinks I have drank, all of the experiences I have had, I regret nothing. Not all of the experiences have been positive, and still, I regret nothing.

Experience. That is what I choose. Pleasure. That is what I choose. Retaining bodily fluids? No thanks. Sitting around reading another book written by yet another asshole? No thanks. Watching another video on YouTube? No thanks.

I choose to live my life eyeballs deep in it. Go out and live. Try shit out and fuck it up. Seek pleasure. Take your own counsel. You know you the best compared to some fucking life coach. You only get one shot, fucking take it. Life ends sooner than you think.

I have seen several “PUA” guys over the last couple of years go from getting the “+1” to deciding it wasn’t sustainable and eventually moving on to “settling down” with one woman. “Mystery” from the “Mystery Method” comes to mind. But there are several others of less notable reputation that I follow that are doing the same.

Guys in their 30’s and early 40’s.

All I can think is, “What the fuck?”

I’m closer to 51 than I am 50 now, as of this writing. I have no intentions of “settling down” again. I already did it when I was in my mid to late 30’s into my early 40’s. I was married and then I got divorced. I have had “LTR’s” (Long Term Relationships for those of you that don’t know the acronyms) and I have “played house.” Been there, done that. Don’t think I’ll be doing that any time in the near or far future again.

I wonder if the “PUA” guys have truly embraced their lifestyle. Have they truly embraced being a Hedonist? I don’t know, because I don’t know them personally, but I don’t think they have. I can’t imagine “settling down” again. I realize that there’s not a single woman on this planet who will “be everything for me.” It could be something huge like, fellatio. Or it could be something as simple as eating seafood.

Now mind you, I’m fully aware that she doesn’t “complete me.” I’m not looking for my “partner in crime, my soulmate, or my other half.” Looking outward for that is an exercise in futility. All of those things come from within.

But why should I compromise the things, the little things, the simple things that give me pleasure?

The short answer is I won’t.

I have already “compromised” and gave up the little pleasures in the past. Even something as small and easy as shellfish. I won’t do it again. Life is too short to give up on the little things. And at the end of the day, everything is the little things.

Will I be throwing “the baby out with the bathwater?” Possibly, but I don’t think so. That’s why I don’t want to date or have relationships with just one woman.

“Velvet,” whom I met about a month ago had some great questions for me:

“Do you compare the women you are seeing?”

Why would I do that? That’s apples to oranges. While AWALT is a real thing, at the same time, every woman I meet and end up seeing/dating/fucking brings their own unique perspectives and personalities to the table. Why would I compare them? If I did, I would cheating myself out of some great experiences and memories. I would be “throwing the baby out with the bathwater” on this one. So no, I don’t compare them.

“Do you hold back?”

No. I’m all in. I did the “hold back thing” years ago. Basically I was masturbating with another person’s body. I held back so that I didn’t “get hurt.” In the end, I was numb. And it sucked. It sucked more than the pain of heartache and heartbreak when a woman tells you that she has to move on. Or you tell her that you have to move on. So no, I don’t “hold back.” I’m all in. It can be tumultuous and it can hurt like hell, but it’s better than being numb by a long shot.

“Do you think you’ll change your mind about what you are doing?” (Seeing multiple people at the same time)

I’m open to it, but I don’t think I will. I like it. It has its drawbacks and there is some level of pain in it, but I can live with that. That’s the price of admission. The pros outweigh the cons for me. And, there’s always another woman.

So, is this “sustainable?” I don’t know honestly. So far it’s sustainable for me and I’m closer to 51 than not. I have no plans on changing my plans or my lifestyle any time soon.

It all comes back to a question that I asked a while ago:

What do you want?

What do you want, indeed? Most guys are terrified of their own shadows, let alone going after what they actually want. God forbid, it doesn’t work out the way you thought it would. God forbid, you suffer and experience some pain. God forbid.

Then again, when you truly “let go” and see what happens, that’s when you find that the world is yours. But you have to let go and go “down that rabbit hole.”

7 Days And 7 Nights. What am I talking about? The movie with Harrison Ford and that chick who was really hot back in the day, but turns out she’s gay and has or had her own talk show? No, I’m not talking about that.

I’m talking about a “challenge” that I issued to myself that started on Sunday, July 17th 2022 and ends today, July 23rd 2022. Today is the last day of my seven day “challenge.”

What was my “challenge?” I’m glad you asked. My “challenge” was to meet up with as many women as I could during that week. I’m not talking about “cold approach” and opening women, I’m talking about setting up “dates,” going out, and meeting these women. I wanted to know if I could “herd cats.” If sex happened, great. If not, oh well. I just wanted to know if I could get a bunch of women to actually commit to meeting up with me, and if they did, how would I feel at the end of the “challenge.”

So here we are, the last day of the “challenge.” Here’s a breakdown of the last week:

Sunday and Monday: Spent those days with my belly dancer. Sex and good times were had.

Tuesday: New chick that I had been talking with on and off for about a week. She initially wanted to meet, but then had to cancel for “reasons.” You can’t win them all, and at least I didn’t get ghosted and I didn’t go out and waste my time. You win some, you lose some.

Wednesday: A different new chick that I had been talking to for a few days accepted my offer. We met, we had beers. She’s part Irish and part something that I don’t remember what. She’s a redhead. She shorter than me, she’s cute. At around 9:30pm we were finishing up our drinks and I said, “What would you like to do now?” She looked at me with a sideways glance and said, “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”

I said, “Want to come to my place and meet my cats?” (I stole this one from BullRush and modified it to suit my needs.)

“Sure!” And so she came over.

What do the PUA accounts do on Twitter when they score? Oh, that’s right: +1.

Same day, or as happens to be the case, same night lay.

Thursday: Met up with “Velvet” who is new in my rotation. She’s got this wild blonde hair and red lipstick and red fingernail polish that just hits me in all the right spots. And she knows it. She was wearing a leopard print dress that hugged everything in all the right places. Yes, it could be considered corny and even “dated,” I don’t care. I do not give a fuck. That shit is hot to me. The only thing that was missing was the red stilettos. As an added bonus and surprise, she was wearing red crotchless panties.

Friday: Met another new woman. She’s short and she’s been through some shit in her life, and yet, she hasn’t let it get her down or make her bitter. She’s got a certain “vibe” about her that I like. Very down to earth. Very “I’ve seen it all before, just don’t fuck around and waste my time.” And that’s where I’m at at this point in my life. I think I’ve pretty much seen it all, even though I know I haven’t, but don’t fuck around and waste my time.

No sex happened with this woman. Yet.

But when I pulled her in and kissed her, we both were into it and when I pulled back, we both ended up saying, “Nice,” at the same time. We will be getting together in the near future, I can already tell.

Saturday (today): I’m meeting up with the belly dancer later today to celebrate her birthday. It’s going to be a steak night at one of the finest steakhouses and we’re going to Wendover to enjoy that. It’s a goddamn shame that Salt Lake doesn’t have a steakhouse that can compete with this particular one.

So in summary: I “challenged” myself to see if I could get 5 women to commit to meet up with me over the course of 7 days.

I “failed.” But not really. Yes, one of the women bailed, and for reasons that had nothing to do with me. But in all honesty, the only ones that I figured would show up was the belly dancer and “Velvet.” The other three were wild cards. 2 out 3 ended up showing up and I ended up having sex with one of them on the same day. I guess I’m not doing too bad. To quote Meatloaf: “Two out of three ain’t bad.” Good enough for me.

That’s sex with 3 different women in a week.

“Dating is so hard, Rob! The sexual marketplace is so fucked up!”

Cry me a river.

You want to be mad and bitter? Good. More for me.

The only downside that I can see from doing this “challenge” is that I’m fucking exhausted. But now I know my limits, and it was worth it. I’m pretty sure I’ll do something like this again because it was fun. I’m actually a little glad that Tuesday cancelled on me. It was the only day/night that I’ve had to myself this last week.

Moving on to something else before I sign off:

“What’s up with the panda photo?”

I’m glad you asked.

Dante (from the Discord and from Twitter) is going to be writing on my blog. So give him shit for stepping on his dick.

In all seriousness though, I’m happy to have him onboard. I give him shit, but he’s way ahead of where I was when I was his age. Dante is a smart man and he’s willing to learn and fail. He’s actually doing the work. I look forward to seeing what he has to say, what he wants to contribute.

With Jack Napier, and now Dante onboard, this blog is evolving. It wasn’t something that I thought about when I first started it back in 2016. I’m excited to see where it goes from here. Believe it or not, I learn from these younger men as I hope they learn from me. Yes, even when Jack writes about Jordan Peterson just to piss me off.