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It’s Not Called “Hot August Nights” For Nothing

Rob Says3 Comments
That’s what I’m talking about.

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.

It’s Not Sustainable.

Rob Says2 Comments

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.”

I Am Legion.

Rob Says2 Comments
I Am Legion, for I am Many.

“So what are you? Some kind of ‘player’?”

“I am Legion, for I am Many. I go by many names. Player is but one. But that sounds so… Negative. So, deceptive and heartless. I would rather you call me…. Lover.”

Hear me out, Dear Reader. That conversation above happened when I met “Velvet,” a few weeks ago. Does it sound like a Larp? Sure it does. Do I buy my own bullshit? Up to a point, yes I do. Why? Because it works for me. It gets me results, and women love a bit of “woo-woo” bullshit. They love something melodramatic and “larger than life.” And to be honest, so do I. It’s one of the reasons that I love Star Wars. It’s one of the reasons that I realized that I’m inherently a performer. I love to entertain and be entertained.

I could be nothing but “just the facts, ma’am.” But that’s just boring. I’ve done the “cold Terminator thing.” It sucks. I might as well be the incubus. I might as well be the Devil. I might as well be the Villain. I might as well be the Seducer. I might as well be the Rake. I might as well be the Lover. I am Legion, for I am Many.

Getting caught up in statistics and jargon. Why? Statistics are just that. They are just numbers. Who cares? Never tell me the odds. And jargon? Please. You know what it sounds like when I hear someone throw jargon at me? Like someone who is unattractive. That’s what I hear.

Where is your sense of wonder and adventure? Are you too busy trying to “Save the West?” Okay, Atlas. How’s that working out for you?

If you “buy your own bullshit” just enough, guess what? She will too. She knows it’s bullshit, but she’ll buy it. Why? Because it’s fun and different. Look at cult leaders. Those are people who bought their own bullshit and took it seriously. Look at the people who buy that bullshit and go along for the ride. Look at the things they are willing to do for someone who buys into their own bullshit.

So why not be Legion? Why not be Many? Why not be different, exciting, maybe a little dangerous? Why not buy your bullshit, just for a moment?

When I told “Velvet” that “Legion” line, it was spur of the moment. I didn’t have it planned out or scripted in my head. It’s what fell out of my mouth when she asked me what she asked me. I looked her straight in the eye, smirked just a tiny bit, and said it. I didn’t care if she “bought it” or not. It’s just what I felt like saying.

She “bought it.”

Most guys try to blend in and diminish their presence. What would happen if you didn’t? What if you saw yourself as “Larger Than Life?” What if you stood up and became “Legion?” Beats being just another “average dude.”

Instead of worrying about statistics, “magic formulas,” and jargon, what if you just decided to think better of yourselves and saw yourselves as something more than “just a dude.” What if you “bought your own bullshit” just for that moment? What do you think might happen?

What if you got outside of yourselves and got over yourselves and just decided to have fun?

Cyndi Lauper said it a long time ago: “Girls Just Want To Have Fun.” She wasn’t wrong. Do you want to be the “fun guy?” Or would you rather be the “brooding, serious, stoic, alpha male guy?”

I can tell you I have had more and better interactions with women when I chose to be the “fun guy.”

Lighten up and live a little. No one here gets out alive and you only get one shot at living. Might as well have some fun and enjoy it. Spin some of your own bullshit and see what happens.