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7 Days And 7 Nights

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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.

Peterson’s most overlooked advice

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Rob will probably throw me off his blog after smearing it with Jordan Peterson’s advice, but before you do, hear me out.

“If you’re harmless you’re not virtuous, you’re just harmless, you’re like a rabbit…. If you’re a monster and you don’t act monstrously, then you’re virtuous.” -Jordan Peterson

This is one of if now my favorite quotes by Peterson and OF COURSE most overlooked by his pansy followers.

I know a lot of guys who look up to Peterson, but don’t go farther then self satisfyingly clean their own room, wash their dick and pet a cat every time they encounter one on the streets. Every now and then they lift as well.

But they are still rabbits.

Maybe clean, orderly and buff rabbits, but rabbits nonetheless. 

“Bodybuilders are pussies!” – Andrew Tate

Now that’s 2 people Rob isn’t very fond of, can I make it to a third?

But ole buddy, ole pal Andrew was right. Just because you lift iron doesn’t make you capable.

It makes you strong, though since my trip to Portugal I am willing to argue that, but it doesn’t make you weak and it does improve your overall physique, posture and overall state of mind.

But positivity never defended the castle.

What defended the castle was an ability and willingness to go medieval on someone.

Not to enjoy it persé but to be ABLE to.

To go nuclear on anyone who dares to threaten and eventually harm what had been built up or even worse someone’s loved one’s.

To have that capability, that edge.

But most of Peterson’s fanbase doesn’t have it. They’re buff rabbits on the course of virtue and  goodness telling themselves “I’m not like that” when introduced to the possibility of taken up a kickboxing class cause “I might get hurt!”

Which is exactly the point, but in that pain there is a learning experience. You learn to defend, but also to attack.

“But I don’t like to attack. I’m not violent”

Neither am I, dipshit, but I am capable of violence. Which is all one needs.

If you are truly wanting and willing to be a well rounded individual who can protect his family and friends from harm you must learn to be capable of violence.

For as Machiavelli once stated:

“He who is good will suffer under those who are not so good”

PHILOSOPHICAL QUOTE! THAT’S THREE!

I’m OUT!

In all seriousness though.

Learn to box, be capable of violence and not violent.

I recommend Jon Fitch on Youtube if you want to get a taste and otherwise go to a local kickboxing dojo and take a class.

“I’d rather be a soldier in a garden than a gardener in a war.” – Ancient proverb.

Sorry Rob, I had to get that quote in there.

A Letter To The Uninitiated

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This image doesn’t really have any meaning for this post, but I liked it.

It’s fun to listen to the guys I work with when I’m riding around with them. It’s fun to talk about women (wahmen for you unhappy folks) and relationships. It’s fun to hear their points of view. It’s fun to watch a guy, not on the internet, but in real life, step on his own dick. Chest Rockwell said it a while ago (and I’m paraphrasing heavily here, apologies, Chest) “All of your knowledge of women is in the abstract.”

It’s fun to watch an early 40-something year old dude squash his own nuts.

What’s even more fun is to show, not tell, not explain, how I view women. It’s fun to see lightbulbs’ go on in his head as he starts to make connections to things that he hasn’t thought about before.

Here’s an example:

“Chris”: I don’t want to “just have sex with a woman, I need a connection to her.”

Me, in my head: (Where have I heard this before? Why is this so familiar? What does this sound like? Who usually says this stuff?)

Me: “You don’t have to commit to them, you don’t have to fuck them, you don’t have to marry them, just enjoy them. Date them.”

“Chris”: “Well, she’s got ABC, and she doesn’t have XYZ.”

Me: “Yeah? So? What did I just say to you?”

And then we got out of the truck, started unloading our equipment, and I saw a woman, whom I would never marry or commit to, but I opened her anyway. Why? Because I would bang her, given a chance. But that’s me.

“Chris” nearly shit himself watching me teasing this total stranger, and she was enjoying it. Did I “get the digits?” Nope. Did it go anywhere? Nope. Did I get laid? Nope. Does it matter? It does not.

All day long we would drive around, doing our jobs and scoping out wandering and walking women. All day long, “Chris” would disqualify her for “reasons.” On the other hand, I would say she was “good enough, would bang.”

All day long, he would pull out his “list” of exclusions. All day long I would say “She got my dick hard, she’s a 10.” (h/t to BullRush.)

“Chris” mentioned to me that he has decided to try out online dating. With his list of requirements and all of his reasons to exclude, do you think he’ll fair well? I don’t. I think he’ll get discouraged and give it up and go back to whatever it is that he does to meet women. Trust me, he’s not doing “cold approach.”

Who do you think is having a great time meeting, dating, and fucking women? Who do you think is sucking at it?

At the time that I’m writing this, I’ve got my belly dancer, I just met a woman that I’ll call my “soccer mom,” (she fucking HATES that) and I have no less than 4 others in the early stages of texting and conversation. Two of them look really promising right now, but we will see. If I can get them off of their asses, off of the couch, and in front of me, their asses are mine.

If you can get beyond your own nose, if you can get beyond your bullshit lists of exclusion and imaginary ideals. If you can just find one or two things that you find attractive about them, you might stand a chance.

Or you can keep finding reasons to exclude them. She’s not a “quality woman.” “She’s not ABC or XYZ.” “She’s too (insert whatever bullshit here.) And you can keep stepping on your own dick. How’s that working out for you, bud?

Or you can decide that she’s “good enough.” At least for that moment. And you can decide that you’re “good enough,” too. At least for that moment. And who knows where you’ll end up?