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.

This post has been sitting here for 2 months and during my trip in Philly Rob told me to post it because he liked it and convinced me it needed to be shared. So here it is.

Before I start I want to adress that I know about guys who haven’t had sex, let alone a date in years, but there is another form of loneliness and that’s the one where you’re surrounded by people.

This doesn’t get discussed as much at all in the sphere.

I have troubles getting “dates”, of course, as any man in the 22’s might encounter because of the over inflated ego’s of women in their 20’s, but I DO get dates and even “better” I DO get laid.

Which is where to trouble begins.

That’s all I get.

Mind you I don’t want a “committed” relationship.

My perfect relationship would be exclusive friends with benefits where I do my thing, she does hers and we come together to share what happened that day/week, of course have sex and maybe go out or stay in together.

But it does come down to something that continues.

Which for a while now I can’t seem to get.

Most girls I date want to have sex with me, want to get chocked, spanked, talked down to, called a slut and/or whore, tied up, beaten with a belt, anally fingered while being fucked from behind, spat on and or in the mouth by me.

But not a second date.

After a while I just stopped texting after the first date to see what happens, but not much came out of it.

Then I did start texting again to see if maybe it WOULD help to get a second date again, but to no avail.

The worst text I ever got from a girl who I shagged with for an entire afternoon leading to blood on my back read: “I don’t do second dates”.

Which to me just read as: “I am a loose slut and don’t care anymore admitting I wanted a dicking by you, but don’t you think I want anything else to do with you.”

Which to some might be a complete mindfuck.

“Why are you complaining about that! Why are you worried about only getting sex and not needing to worry about anything else!?”

Because my friend, there is no solace in numbers.

Which you will know once you get the numbers.

It’s kind of a paradox, but if you know you know.

Humans are social creatures and for all the ALPHA™ talk I’ve seen it doesn’t address the emptiness you start feeling after a while when no woman want to actually spend time with you after just a couple of hours fucking.

Is it me?

Am I not fucking well enough? (which should be clear after round 1, so if this were the case there’d be not other rounds)

Am I not interesting enough?

This girl just spend an entire afternoon/evening with me exchanging bodily fluids without even really knowing me, letting me do kinky shit to her while degrading her without me needing to pay for it other than time.

I just show up, spit a little “game” at her and we’re naked.

But that’s all I get.

I don’t get the

“Hey I had fun, wanna hang out again?”

“Hey I had fun, how’s your day going?”

“Hey I’ve been thinking of you. What are you up to?”

I get the mouth, pussy and occasional ass and that’s it.

Upside down world right here I know. 

Now I might be bad at sex, I am very well aware of that might being the case.

But I have been thanked after sex and begged for more rounds, so I really doubt that’s it….

“Then why do you sleep with them right away! You have a choice too you know!”

And to that, my dear reader, I say: You are right BUT after having many same night lays I know that if a woman WANTS to fuck you, she will find a way TO fuck you. *Rollo Tomassi Did It Trademark*. She doesn’t let the guy she wants wait. And if I don’t take her up on that offer someone else will.

This is why I rarely do dates with a girl who sys “Oh I don’t hang out right away”

She doesn’t hang out right away with me.

Girls who aren’t as into you as the girl who will sleep with you on a first date are a time waster to me, because there is some guy out there who they WOULD do it for.

And that’s oke. 

So now what?

Well I think there is a grey area somewhere in here I haven’t fully explored yet.

With some girls it was very openly and clearly about fucking, but with some it was about the date, it ended it the bedroom and we did end up spending more time together.

So maybe that’s where the answer lies.

To some this might read like “woe is me”, but to me it’s sharing an experience I hope will strike a chord with some other guys who are experiencing the same hollow premise “dating” has become.

Update: Rob told me “sprinkle a little beta on it” and I now have 2 girls in the rotation. More on that LATER.

I’m back in Salt Lake, the laundry from the weeks festivities is being done, the cats have calmed the fuck down, and now I’m sitting down to write about my experiences from this particular visit.

Leaving Salt Lake City International was pretty uneventful. Oh wait, no, it was par for the course for me. I got stopped and searched, like I always fucking do. At least this time they offered me a “privacy room” to conduct their search. I declined. No buddy, if you are going to grab my ass and balls, you can do it in front of the world. I have no shame. I always tell my girls to be prepared for this because it always happens to me. I swear to God that I’m on a “list” somewhere. My girls always laugh and brush me off until we get to the airport and it happens. Seeing the look on their faces makes the search worthwhile for me. That look of, “Holy shit, Rob’s not kidding.” Funny thing is, it only happens at Salt Lake International when I’m trying to go somewhere else. Philly when I was coming back? Nope, get the fuck outta here. San Diego in the past? Nope. Get the fuck outta here. Fucking Oakland, when I had a declared firearm in my luggage? Nope, fuck outta here. And the list goes on. Apparently Salt Lake doesn’t like me leaving or something. “That Rob motherfucker is trying to leave again? Even though we hate him and everything he stands for, we gotta delay that motherfucker.”

So after the cavity search and the ball-groping I was able to get on my flight and a few hours later I’m in Philly. Problem is, Jack Napier isn’t here yet. Not like for another two hours. We’re Ubering in together to meet up with Vince later, so what do?

This:

I sat at an airport bar and ended up meeting a guy from Minnesota. First thing I thought was, “Oh so you know Aaron Clarey.” Yeah he had no clue who he was. Apparently Minnesota is bigger than I thought. When he told me he had no idea who I was talking about, all I could say was, “Better you don’t know him, it’s for the best.” We ended up sitting there, drinking, talking shit, talking about jobs, women and lays, drugs and booze. You know, the stuff that normal guys typically talk about when they meet each other in a bar, especially when they are strangers.

What? You’ve never had that experience? I thought that was the norm. Sucks to be you, I guess.

Jack finally showed up and there was two things I told him right off the bat:

1. “You’re not that tall.”
2. “I saw you coming out the door and recognized you immediately. You better hope no one ever targets you for assassination, because the hitman will recognize you immediately.”

From the airport we caught an Uber and headed into Philly itself to meet up with Vincent.

I want to preface what I’m going to say next with this:

Vincent is one of the most generous, kind, and thoughtful souls I have ever met. The guy has a talent for logistics that would make a club promoter weep in shame. He was the one who arranged for the AirBnb, had all of the places lined up that we were going to visit during the week, and he literally never asked for a dime from either of us. He even bought all of our meals on a couple of occasions. So if you ever hear that Vincent is “selfish,” whoever is telling you that has an axe to grind and is straight up lying to you. Don’t buy it for a moment.

Now that being said:

Stairs.

There were a lot of stairs.

My feet are still crying.

I went up and down flights of stairs more times in this last week than I have in a year. I’m going to have to replace my Chuck Taylor’s because the tread is pretty much gone from all the stairs and all of the walking that we did over the course of the week. Honestly, I’m not bitching though. It was good cardio and it was a great way to keep things affordable, and it was also a way to interact with the natives and admire the women that were out and about.

Speaking of the wahmen, Jack is a total “people person.” He’s definitely an extrovert and when we would go out, the man got this kick of energy that was unreal. Watching him do his thing, he was like a puppy off the leash, but it was awesome. Watching Jack on Red Evening, you have to understand that he’s just waking up and hasn’t gotten his caffeine fix or his sun fix. He seems pretty mellow on the show and that’s because he’s still half asleep. Once the sun comes up and he drinks a cup or two and hits the road, he comes alive.

*Girl across the street from us, looks over.*

Jack: “Hi!” Waves and gives her a big ass smile.

Girl: *Smirks and scoffs and goes about her business.*

Girl 1, Jack 0.

Yep, Jack got blown the fuck out. But do you know what? Honestly it was the only “blow out” that I saw. He approached a couple of others in one of the outside bars that we went to and they responded to him. One wasn’t “really my type” (Jack’s words, not mine) but he opened her and she responded positively enough from my observation point. The other girl was sitting by herself and responded very positively to Jack, until the gorilla that was the guy, came back with their drinks.

Jack also knows how to be a wingman too.

He opens a third woman as we are leaving the outdoor bar and she responds, but she was far more interested in Vincent and Jack knew when to gracefully bow out. You can’t buy that guys, you just can’t. Jack may be almost 20 years younger than me, but he can wing for me any time.

We ended up going to bar one day after breakfast and we all ended up chatting the Puerto Rican bartender, Jazzy, up. We would dunk on each other, shit talk like guys do and banter/flirt with her. She was genuinely enjoying herself, and here it wasn’t even noon. I think she was a little sad when we decided to leave and go on our way.

She even said, “You guys should do a podcast or something.” Honey, if you only knew.

One of the days we did a thing:

This was Jack’s first visit to the United States. We had to do the “tourist thing.” Honestly it was a blast. You guys should get out, meet people, and do stuff more often. No really, you should. Don’t be a sperg and maybe I’ll meet up with you one day and I’ll be writing about our adventures. But if you start in with jargon, statistics, and “Rollo-ism’s,” dude, it’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun.

I’ve waxed poetic enough, and I’ve got laundry to do, cats to calm the fuck down, and there are certain memories and conversations that I’m going to keep for myself. “What happens in Philly, stays in Philly.” But I’m going to wrap it up with some more pictures and this:

I’ve enjoyed every meetup I have had so far, especially the Masculine Geek meetups. This one by far has been my favorite. To quote Vincent, “Your friends are bullshit. Get some good friends.”