It’s currently Sunday Evening, August 28th, 2022 as I sit here and write this. The belly dancer has gone home and “Velvet” is doing her thing, whatever it is that she’s doing. Aside from Rian Stone morphing into the new “Jordan B Tate-Peterson” and fucking with the Twitter bros, it’s been a fairly quiet afternoon/evening on the internet.

August is almost over. School is either back in session or will begin very shortly, depending on where you live. Summer is almost gone. Hello, Autumn. Goodbye to hot temperatures and welcome cooler mornings and evenings. Soon it will be the changing of the colors and the Reaping will commence. Welcome the Harvest. If there is a harvest to be had.

Back to the title of this post though:

Yesterday while the belly dancer was with me, she was sitting next to me, touching my neck and shoulder, and then she leaned over and bit me. This isn’t the first time she has done that. It’s also not the first time I’ve had a woman bite me for literally no other reason than that she could. I have done the same. Perhaps it is a “compulsion” as James put it. At least that is how the belly dancer put it to me when I remarked on what she had just done.

“I don’t know. I just had to do it.“

I get it. When I have found myself biting a woman, it was literally for no other reason than I felt that I had to. My desire for her was so strong in that moment that there was literally nothing else that I could do that would satisfy that craving.

That led me to thinking about kissing.

I may be wrong, but I believe that humans are the only species of animal on the planet that kiss as a form of desire, bonding, and connection. You can train a primate to do it, but it’s pretty much a parlor trick if you do.

I’m sure that the internet will be more than happy to show me the error of my ways, with mountains of links, studies, and literature, if I’m incorrect. And if I am, so be it, I’ll learn something new.

Kissing is more important to me than even “fornication.” (LOL)

I’m laughing because of something that happened on Twitter over the weekend, but my statement remains unaltered. Kissing is actually more important to me than the act of sex. How a woman kisses is more important to me than how she fucks.

I can deal with a woman who is “ho-hum” in the sack, as long as she excited about having sex with me, I’m good. I can teach her things if she wants to be a willing student. And over time, she learns things and sometimes even shows me things that I haven’t experienced or thought of.

But the kissing…

If she’s the kind of woman who just “pecks,” that’s a turn-off to me. If she’s the type of woman that is wild and all over the place when kissing me, I usually feel like I just got licked by a dog. I’m not a big fan of that either, although it is better, by a small degree, than a woman who just pecks.

Thinking about women who slobber-kiss, that reminds me of an old flame from my youth. While she was my first sexual experience, she wasn’t my first kiss. But then again, I was a teenager and had only kissed a few girls before her, and so my experience there was also extremely limited. In 2015, after I had gotten divorced, I had a chance opportunity where I had run into this old flame. 25 years later, we crossed paths once again.

I remember talking to her and catching up. I also remember that she left way more of an impression on me than I ever did on her apparently. It took her a moment to recognize me and remember who I was. I also remember eventually getting her back to my place. Two adults closing in on middle age now, instead of the literal children we had been when we first met.

I also remember us kissing, again, after 25 years….

And she slobbered all over me like a dog.

I vaguely recall that was how she kissed when we were young, but back then, like I said a moment ago, my experience with kissing was extremely limited. Not so much anymore. All I can remember of that particular night in 2015, while she was slobbering on my face, was thinking, “What the fuck? Woah, slow down the waterworks and ease up a bit.”

I’m laughing about it now as I’m writing this. I didn’t leave much of an impression on her from all the way, “back in the day,” but she sure as hell left a “new” impression with me. Slobber-kisser.

I may sound “mean” saying that, but there it is.

I remember my Bosnian woman from about a year ago. She too, was all over the place with her kissing. I loved her enthusiasm, but baby needed to get her tongue under control instead of trying to pierce my lungs via my throat with it.

James, if you happen to read this, and I hope you do, thank you.

Thanks for the tweet that you made and put out to the world. Thanks for sharing that brief moment with me. It unlocked a slew of memories for me and it made me realize one of my priorities when it comes to women.

Ah kissing. There’s nothing better than a great kiss.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Alan Watts lately. Who is he? He’s a guy that back in the ’60’s did a lot of recordings of lectures on Taoism, Zen, and a lot of stuff that came from the Far East. He was a Westerner that was able to break down Eastern philosophy in ways that Western people could understand and comprehend.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to go all “woo-woo” on you. But I do like to ponder what this guy had to say. One of the things he mentioned was that thoughts and words are, and have, their own reality. Your thoughts not only create a reality, but have their own reality.

I thought a lot about this, and I have to say that Mr. Watts was correct.

Too many guys get caught up in intellectualism and are too caught up in their heads. Their thoughts and the words that make their thoughts have their own reality and create a reality for the thinker.

What sounds more liberating and “freeing” to you?:

“Women are the most responsible teenager in the house. They are goofy and don’t know what they want, but they are friendly and fun to be around.”

Or:

“It’s society’s fault. Feminism ruined women for men. Technology has further corrupted them and today’s modern culture has made them more undesirable than ever.”

I hate to break it to you, bro:

Maybe it’s not technology, or society or culture. Maybe it’s you.

I have seen a lot of guys recently blame Feminism, technology, society, and culture for the errant ways of women. But maybe it’s you.

“You don’t understand, Rob. You don’t live where I live.”

True, I don’t. But I do know that human nature, and women’s nature if we are going to get more specific, is universal. I do know that if I were to come to your “magic ball of dirt” area, I would find women to be basically the same as they are where I live. Give me a week to get settled into an area and find “where all the wahmen at,” and within another week at most, I’ll be pulling friendly, sexy women who want to fuck and to date, back to my place.

That’s because I made a choice a while back:

My life is my fault.

I wasn’t getting the results I wanted and so I had to make some changes.

I lost some weight. Not that I was planning on doing that, but I did. It helped. Quite a bit actually, but it wasn’t enough.

I changed how I looked at women.

I can’t change women, nor would I want to, if I’m being honest. I just decided that they are what they are, I stopped trying to fully understand them, and I chose to engage them. I also decided to “put my dick on the table” and see where it went.

Since 2019, I have met over 20 different women. Not all of those meetings ended up with me getting laid. 12 of them did, and 2022 isn’t over yet. I’m not bragging about my numbers, I’m really not. Averaging 4 women a year isn’t an incredible feat in my own estimation, but it’s better than zero. It’s better for me that I get laid than I don’t get laid. I also tend to date women for “the long haul.” My belly dancer and I have been seeing each other for over a year now, and I’m still meeting, seeing, dating, and fucking other women.

I saw Teriyaki for almost a year before I pulled the plug on that relationship. I like to keep women around me. I like to see returns on my efforts. What I don’t do is blame technology, location (magic dirt), society, and culture for my lack of success with women. My lack of success in the past was all my fault. I was the common denominator. It was because I was a pussy and was terrified of women when I was younger.

I was terrified of women because I grew up with a controlling mother. But I got through that. If you want to have success, however you define it, with women, you have to get through it too. I know a few guys who had or have controlling mothers. I get it. Hearing their stories, I can relate. Some of their mothers were not as severe as mine, and some of them were way more severe. They made my mother look like a saint.

It doesn’t matter how severe or not your mother is or was. YOU have to get through it. Rian Stone doesn’t really care for therapy, and generally I agree with him, but on this particular subject, you can’t “lift your way” out of years of bullshit. I know I couldn’t, and so I got help. Lifting and working out is a great way to get in shape and may help battle things like depression, but it won’t teach you Game. Lifting won’t help teach you how to get “good” with women. Therapy won’t teach you Game either, but once you get through your “Mommy issues,” you can then move on to learning what works and what doesn’t. That’s what I did.

Women aren’t the enemy. You are.

Your thoughts about women and what you think they are, is the enemy.

They are what they are, it’s their nature. Nothing more, nothing less. You can blame hypergamy, which has been a part of the female condition since the dawn of time. You can blame technology and how “horrible” women have become (in your own eyes.) You can blame society and culture, how the “West has Fallen.” You can blame the area you live in, “Dude, you don’t live here.” I’m sorry, bro, that’s a cope. You don’t live in a vacuum. Your “magic dirt” is no different than mine.

Dante, who is writing for my blog, and is a damn good writer I might add, is over in the Philippines. He’s out meeting women when he gets a chance. He gives field reports on a regular basis based on what he is seeing and getting. The women over there are no different than the women here in the West. Same shit, different day. Sorry bro, your “magic dirt” isn’t holding water.

Maybe it’s you.

It’s hard to look into the mirror and say that your life is your fault, but it is. It’s not your controlling mother’s fault, it’s not technologies fault, it’s definitely not society’s or culture’s fault, it’s not where you live, your “magic dirt’s” fault, it’s yours.

It’s far easier to blame everything else outside of you for your lack of success, whether it be with women or otherwise, but more often than not, it’s you. YOU are the common denominator in your life. YOU are the common denominator when it comes to interacting with women. Maybe, just maybe, it’s you.

So few of you might know I am a huge geek, I haven’t been trying to hide it very well either.

I loved Transformers and Star Wars as a kid.

Religiously watched X-men the animated series and knew exactly which number which Pokémon was.

And as an adult I dabble into nostalgia and even in the outrage culture that comes with it.

But I do find it funny that it only took them so long to find out what we knew for so long, but to quote Nick Krauser:

“Pua has done more for the social sciences than 1000’s of peer review studies have done”

Paraphrasing here, shut up.

Men have been portrayed as idiots for as long as I have been watching television.

From Homer in The Simpsons, to Peter and Chris in Family Guy, to Billy in Billy and Mandy, from Every leading male in every sitcom.

Now the creators at Disney have just become less obvious about it.

Wolverine, Gambit and Beast (not Cyclops) used to be pretty badass in their own way, but these days there is just NO male character to look up to (which in all honesty just be the guy you want to look up to, when you finally pull your head out of your ass and figure out what you want).

They emasculated Thor, Hawkeye, Doctor Strange and Obi Wan are side characters in their own movie/ show.

And Hulk is a set piece for She-Hulk to propagandize against to tell you, the male viewer, women treated BAD!

Look, that’s just what you’re gonna get when viewing Disney.

You don’t matter.

The ideology matters.

And if you want to change it, stop screaming into the void, make your own content or read manga and watch anime.

I had a chat with Chad from accounting about why this is happening, because you get more and more pandering in sports these days as well and the only conclusion I could think of was:

“Money”

Cause everybody speaks green.

The reason why I think this is this.

Women earn less than men in general yet spend more, so why not pander to the highest spenders instead of the highest earners?

Just look at the over debt devision and spending devision.

Women spend a WHOLE lot more than men.

So wouldn’t you as any sane person pander to women more since they’re way less conservative with their spending habits?

I know I would, if more and more money was my ultimate goal.

The only problem companies will soon face is that they missed one thing.

Men and women are different.

I know, shocking right?

Men and women differ in interests. This has been shown countless times.

They’re being told to like comics and super hero movies now, but in general women don’t watch that crap. Look at the numbers, they barely do.

BUT the beauty about this, JUST LIKE THE STUENT DEBT CRISIS!

Is that men, as a whole, vote with their wallet.

They’re dropping out of college in droves, they’re stopping reading western comics in droves and they’re stopping going to watch Disney films in theaters IN DROVES.

That is the whole beauty of the free market.

Everybody speaks green.

Yet here you are screaming into the void your favorite character is being emasculated, while being fat, bearded and ugly.

If I were a woman I’d watch it just to piss you off 😉