“Goofy-Sexy.” It’s what Vince labeled a woman that was walking down the street as we were sitting outside in Philadelphia having a drink and something to eat. There was something about this woman as she caught my eye. She was good looking, but definitely not a “9 or 10 brah.” She lacked a certain grace as she walked, but her smile was beautiful. I found myself mildly aroused. Yes, that was it, she was Goofy-Sexy.

I have come to a conclusion about the women that have been in my life:

They have all been Goofy-Sexy.

They are beautiful in ways that are hard to quantify or describe, but the goofy part is easy to identify. Maybe they snort when they laugh. Maybe they are like a “Bull in a China Shop” when they walk around. Maybe they sing off-key so bad a dog would howl in protest and pain.

My Belly Dancer is a teacher and she is also a martial artist. She’s been practicing Tai Chi and Southern Mantis for almost 40 years. I have seen what she can do to a person if she had to fight, it’s beautiful and terrible all at the same time. I have also seen her walking around in those heels in that photo above. It’s like watching a newborn colt on wobbly legs. For someone who has been into martial arts most of her life, she’s also the biggest klutz that I know. She can be dangerous if her life or the lives of those she cherishes was threatened, and yet she’s a goofy girl.

She has the most amazing laugh when she’s embarrassed, and it doesn’t take much to embarrass her. She laughs, blushes, and if she’s sitting, she curls up into a ball. It’s adorable. She also acts like a schoolgirl when she is around me. 5’7 flat-footed, grace of a colt, and she drapes herself all over me. She’s most definitely Goofy-Sexy.

“Velvet” is also Goofy-Sexy. I can’t even put my finger on it at the moment, I can’t isolate an instance, other than her odd way of looking at things, but it’s who she is and it’s something I like about her. Actually, one of the things that I do know is that she’s chronically late (aren’t they all?) and normally it would be irritating to me, but in her case, I know why she’s late. She’s dressing to impress me. She wants to look her best for me and she doesn’t disappoint. It’s her worrying about running late that is the goofy part. She gets so stressed about it, and all I can do is tell her it’s okay, and then she puddles and gets giddy. Just like a schoolgirl. What can I say? She’s Goofy-Sexy.

Teriyaki was Goofy-Sexy. It was in her laugh and it was in the way that she tried to convince the world that she was tough. Deep down though, she was a marshmallow. She was tenderhearted and just wanted to be loved.

“Kitten” was also Goofy-Sexy. A red flag woman if I ever met one, but she too lacked in grace. But she could stomp your nuts into the ground if you started simping on her. She actually took pleasure in grinding AFC’s into the dirt. But when she turned that bloodlust on me and I smirked and told her, “No,” she puddled and got all giddy and goofy. She ultimately ended up simping for me while we were together.

“Red and Black” was another woman that I met at the end of 2021. I’ll be goddamned if I can find any blog posts about her at the moment. Old age, CRS, not giving a fuck ultimately, and being half drunk will do that to you. I call her “Red and Black” because she had red and black hair. You chickenshits would have been terrified of her. Think Harley Quinn, but not blonde. She’s one of the more recent women that I have been with and I actually think she’s on the spectrum, as in legitimately crazy. At the same time, she was Goofy-Sexy too. She was a gigantic nerd when it came to her subjects and it was like pulling teeth to get her out of her head and into her body. She too, was Goofy-Sexy.

I think I have finally found my “pattern” if you will. I like Goofy-Sexy girls. Even my ex-girlfriend and my ex-wife were Goofy-Sexy.

But then again, I tend to think of most, if not all, women as Goofy-Sexy. They are “the most responsible teenager in the house,” as someone once said.

You can choose to see women as “Lilith, Destroyer of Worlds,” or you can choose to see them as “Goofy-Sexy.”

Another thing that I tend to think about women:

They are mirrors.

They throw back at you what you are projecting outwards. They are the barometers in my life. They show me where I am at. They also end up reflecting my views, values, and takes. Even if only for a moment. So when I tend to see them as big, goofy girls, that’s what they tend to become as far as I’m concerned. It’s far more interesting and entertaining than seeing them as “the enemy,” or Lilith.

Dante the Panda (who is supposed to be writing on this blog and hasn’t done so yet, so I’m giving him shit for that fact) wrote a really good piece the other day. Why they’re here (If they are so awesome, why’d they stick around?)

In his article he asks some really great questions:

Why are you (Rob) here (this space, the manosphere, the Gay Monastery?)

Because he’s right, I could be doing a whole bunch of other things. I could be dating more women, spending more time riding my motorcycle, making different videos that have nothing to do with sex and women and relationship advice. I could be putting in more hours at work (kill me now), I could be practicing and playing my guitar more. Hell, at this point I could probably have put a band together, made an album, gone on some type of tour, and probably have gotten more pussy to boot from it. You guys that have women that like going to rock concerts can thank me that I haven’t done that. Yet. As I have gotten older, I’m hearing and seeing it more and more often: the “Silver Fox” is definitely a “thing,” and yes, I’m talking about the twenty-something women that you are stepping on your dicks to get to.

Part of why I’m “here” is because I do it for the memories. I just got back from a meetup with my young scrub of a brother, Jack Napier, and with Vincent from Masculine Geek. We spent almost a week in Philly, drinking, shit-talking, and even doing a little skirt chasing.

I’m “here” because this is where I have met the great majority of people that I like to call my friends. I’m “here” to make that contact and make memories with those that pass the test and are allowed into my inner circle. Those guys that pass that test? Those are the best guys.

I’m also “here” because I like women. I like talking about them. I especially like fucking them and being around them. They are my favorite subject of all. Where else can I go and “get my fill” of my favorite subject other than when I’m dealing with women personally? Yes, I get irritated and groan and do a facepalm when I see a less experienced guy fucking it up, but at least he’s trying, and for that, I give him credit and I want him to succeed. The guys that want to piss and moan and cry about it and not do shit about it can go fuck themselves, plain and simple.

Dante was right and wrong at the same time in his article with his next point:

He was right when he said:

“Well maybe they just want to help you.” And then he went on to say, “But I don’t think so.” Here’s where he’s both right and wrong:

I actually am here to help. Dante is “wrong” if he doesn’t “believe” that. I know Dante a bit more personally, so I know where he is/was going with this, and that’s why I say he’s both right and wrong. He’s wrong if he stops himself at, “but I don’t think so.” It’s good and even healthy to be sceptical, which is where he was at in this part of his article, and for good reason. I could be selling you guys a bullshit fantasy via a “war room,” or some gumroad course if I wanted to. I choose not to. I’m hoping to “be the lesson,” so that you guys reading this don’t have to make the same mistakes I did. I’m hoping you won’t waste your time and spend money you don’t need to spend, like I did. But you’re still going to have to do the work. You’re going to have to go out and talk to women and get rejected. Sorry/not sorry, there’s no escaping it.

Dante was also “right” when he said that I do it for nostalgia. I’m here for that too. I like reading the field reports of other guys and seeing that they are making the same mistakes that I made, and sometimes still make. I still remember those “rushes” that Dante touched on, so yeah I’m “here” for those reasons too.

Chest Rockwell summed it up great in my opinion:

“The young ankle biters that want to piss in the tall grass someday are why I stay. People who want it bad enough will seek it out.”

So to recap or TL;DR it for you:

So I do it for the friendships that I have forged. While there are plenty of worthless dipshits that will try and waste my time if I let them, there are a few really great guys that I have met that I’m honored to call my friends. I do it for those connections and those memories.

I do it because I remember what I was like when I didn’t have any clue whatsoever and wasted years and countless dollars going down rabbit holes that were all dead ends. I liken myself to a warning sign for those that truly want to do it the “hard way.” You really want to fuck around and not do the work? You’ll wake up in your 40’s, married, miserable, and probably considering suicide as a viable option. Do you really want to go there? But then again, maybe that’s exactly what you need to do for yourself. It’s what I had to do apparently.

I do it for the “thrill.” The nostalgia. It’s a rush for me when I see a less experienced man “nut up” and do it. I feel his “win.” So yeah, Dante was “right” when he said that you guys doing the work and giving the field reports are bringing me value. Because it is a form of value to me. It is a form of vicarious living for me, I’m not going to lie. The difference is, I’m reliving stuff through you. If you haven’t gone out and had the experience, I’ll either know you’re lying, or something that in my opinion is even worse, you are vicariously living through me. You’re either too scared or too lazy to live your life, so why not live it through Rob’s life? I mean, hey, I’m flattered if you think that highly of me that you would want my life, but wouldn’t you rather have your own instead? You want my life, the life that I created for myself? You have to do the work. No getting around it, buddy.

And the final piece, I’m “here” because where else am I going to find the guys and the stories and the experiences that revolve around my favorite subject, women?

Hi, Dante here.

This is my first post on Rob’s blog. If you’re curious about who I am and what I’m about, I run a discord server around “Red Pill” ideas without any of the red meat. I occasionally write on a separate blog around about my own experiences around these ideas. I’ve asked Rob if I could syndicate my blog content here, and he agreed.

Both Jack and Rob are much more senile and frail than I am 😛. This means that if there are any contradictions between what I say and what they say, you should probably put more weight on the older fucks’ words.

But at the very least, I hope that whatever you read of mine either makes you think, or keeps you entertained.

Cheers, and onto the article.

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This article was first posted on The Divine Comedy.

Most guys who are in these spaces learn what they have to learn and move on. Once you learn to spend your time in a way that’s most valuable to you, you have less and less patience for retards on the internet. Most people can’t be helped. And that’s okay. You can only help yourself. Sounds reasonable.

But that begs the question then: why are Rian, Rob, Nick, Bullrush, Mish, business—travel, whinemoreplease, threekindsoflucky, RuleZeroDad, and Turk Innocenti here? All of these guys can make more money doing anything else but talk sexual strategy and life advice. Some of them have families and real lives that they can just go out and enjoy. More importantly, why should you, the young inexperienced moron, care about this question? If the old dogs are giving free meat, why don’t we just take it and run with it?

Here’s why that question was important to me: If there’s anything you learn about being a man from this space, it’s that you become valuable to other people when you provide something of value. Nothing is ever free. Facebook taught us that if you don’t pay for the product, you are the product. So something must be keeping them here. And if you’re after your own best interest, it better not be at your expense. Facebook takes your away your personal information and uses it to sell you stuff advertisers want to advertise. So don’t be fooled. These guys are getting something out of this.

Also, a good question to ask is, what incentive do they have to give honest advice? If they have nothing to gain, why would they bother sharing the real stuff they’ve learned over years and years of experience? That isn’t free.

There’s people making money hand over fist in this space I’m sure. That’s almost become the mainstream thing. Some guys are here for clout. Those validation seeking behaviors seem to just never go away. But if you’re here long enough, you’ll realize the guys I talk about seem to do it for something other than money or attention. Something money just can’t buy. I’ve spent money on the stuff some of these guys produce. And I’m getting back more than 10x, 20x the value of what I’ve been given. Sometimes, I get it all for free. So they’re not pricing it all in. A lot of them have been anon and have kept a very low profile. So they’re not here for the attention.

You might say “well maybe they just want to help you”. But I don’t think so. They’ll tell you over and over that they really don’t care about you. And it’s not because they hate you. All of us are avatars on the internet until a situation forces us to have a common reason to care about each others’ well-being. I’ve met some of these folks on video, and if I die tomorrow, there might be one day for me, maybe even only a half day, but the rest of their years will be for them. So they’re not here because they want to help men or that they’re passionate about helping men necessarily.

Are these guys just bored? Maybe. But if you’ve worked on yourself long enough, you’ll have plenty of things to do that’ll kill time that’s worth more than reading about somebody who’s blowing up his life. Boredom might still be a problem for these guys, but it’s one of the problems they’re old enough to know how to deal with. And if there’s anything learned about going out into the real world and living life, it’s that real life is so much better than being here.

So they’re not after money and attention, They’re not here to “help.” And they’re not bored. Why are they here watching you step on your own dick?

Remember they had to go through the same stuff you’re going through now. All the approaches, dating, fucking, and plating. They’ll read that field report you’ve written and they already know it through and through. It took them years of experience before they got to where they are now. Unfortunately, time is a motherfucker and that struggle goes by real quick. There’s a sweet spot where it’s still challenging and fun that’s great to be in. But for them, it’s gone now. You don’t realize it now because it sucks and you’re struggling. But even now, I look back fondly at the time I first started approaching. That was when my excitement for it was the highest. I still get nervous when approaching a girl that I think is really hot. But for most girls, approaching them is like brushing my teeth.

These guys are way past where I am. They’re so successful that they don’t have to think about approaching. Most girls become “meh”, and “Game” becomes part of their day to day. That raw excitement that I talked about is mostly gone. It’s not new anymore and they’ve moved on. They’d love to go back to that and do it all over again. But you can’t turn back time.

But a new guy’s field report is new. It’s fresh. It comes with the difficulties and emotions that they once felt but are way past now. You can’t go back in time and get that back but you can read someone going through the same issues and look back fondly over those experiences. When they tell stories about what they did, when you see them swap notes with you, you can see their eyes light up and their voice get excited.

If you’re doing honest work, and you’re writing about it online, your experience will resonate with theirs. Even if you post about your failures in the game, chances are they did exactly the same thing! They get to relive and fondly remember those foolish, awkward, dangerous, and exciting experiences they had when they were starting out in a concrete way!

So what does this mean for you, the reader?

This is a lesson in what it’s like to bring value effortlessly. It’s not you deliberately trying to give them nostalgia. It’s that by doing what you do for your own self, other people are choosing to get what they can from you. You don’t have to give these guys anything. But they capture the value from you nonetheless. And for the most part, they’re willing to offer you advice mostly for free, and with nothing but time and patience (God knows I’ve abused it).

Just doing your own thing and writing about it publicly. You don’t have to cater it to anyone. You don’t have to make it sound nostalgic to the reader. Just make it for you and then they’ll take it from there.

So if you’re a new guy, it’s in your best interest to:

Keep.

Posting.

Field.

Reports.

We’re in this weird economy of guys exchanging nostalgia for advice. And so long as there are honest guys doing honest work on their own lives, they bring that value with themto any more seasoned folks in this space.

Update: Turk Innocenti posted a great thread riffing on this post. I’m sure you’re interested in what he has to say.