It is not FOR fucking an arbitrary number of women before thinking about commitment

“You need to fuck at least 50 women before thinking about a relationship” – Myron Gaines.

Rule Zero:

“TRP’s mission is to increase men’s sexual power and options. Anyone who does not share that goal will be banned the instant we detect them.”

In my humble opinion “Red pill podcasts” are just a light night talkshow for men in the anger phase to lash out at women for whatever reason they make them look dumb with nothing actionable to add.

It doesn’t add to rule zero.

It is however a money printing machine and just shows you how lost guys really are.

And of course because they are so popular everything the hosts say will be taken as gospel and thrown in the red pill.

If you haven’t fucked 50 women, you ain’t shit.

Funnily enough, this has been addressed in the “bible” of the red pill The Rational Male #1

From Plate Theory #2: 

“Spinning Plates doesn’t necessarily mean you’re fucking all of your plates. It’s more of a spreading out of your efforts across a wider pool of subjects.”

So however states whatever arbitrary number of women guys need to have slept with is selling you something and playing to your insecurities.

I probably will not be making friends by calling out this nonsense, but it has to have been said.

TRP mean to increase your opportunities of interacting with and chances with women.

Wether this be going out for drinks, sleeping with them, commit to them or just sleep with them.

The end goal is up to you and is not set in stone. 

Here’s the thing for those of you are new, or for those of you who haven’t figured it out by now:

I’m non-monogamous. I’m not looking to get married again. Ever. At this point, I’m not looking for cohabitation. I’m open to something “long term,” but can we leave monogamy at the door? I like variety, I like new. I’m always looking for something “extra.” Whether that extra ends up as a one night stand, or she becomes a significant part of my life, I’m always looking for more.

No one woman can fulfill all of my wants, needs, and desires. Nor can I be the only man to fulfill all of hers. There’s things that I can’t and don’t want to do. The belly dancer doesn’t fulfill all of my wants, needs, and desires, and I don’t fulfill all of hers. That’s some serious expectations if you ask me. That’s “covert contracts.” So why not non-monogamy? I wrote about the price of admission a while ago, and it hasn’t changed one iota. When you choose a life of non-exclusivity or non-monogamy, your dating and sex life will become a revolving door. Women will come and go. Sometimes they come back. Just like in the screenshot that I posted above. And then they go again, with or without warning. “Velvet” is “gone” again. Will she come back for round 3? Who knows? Maybe. Then again, I told her during the second round, that there wouldn’t be a third round. That’s because I know her bullshit and I’m not about history repeating itself too many goddamn times. Then again, the sex with her was pretty damn good. So if she’s down to fuck, why not? But that’ll be all it’ll be.

The point is, I choose a lifestyle over a woman. I like how it works for me and I’m fine with paying the price of admission. Life is short and temporary. There’s no guarantees, and we all die alone at the end. I’ve met plenty of women who were “looking for something serious” only to show back up a month later. Just like in the screenshot above. That’s why I say, “There’s always another woman.” That is why, “The Song Remains The Same, Only The Names Have Changed.” Maybe as I’m lying on my deathbed, I’ll reconsider what I have done, and realize that it was all for naught, and you can all say, “I told you so!” But I highly doubt it.

The only time there isn’t another woman is if you decide to quit or when you die. That’s it. Other than that, the sky is the limit.

Do I get lonely sometimes? Sure. But I have never felt so alone as when I was married. I chose the wrong woman for the wrong reasons and I won’t do that again. I realised who I was and what I wanted. I’m okay with a “revolving door.” I’m okay that women walk in and out of my life. I’m still here. And almost all of them are welcome back if they so desire. I’m not going to give up the lifestyle for any one of them until I decide to. That’s my choice, and I’m open to it, but it’s on my terms. I have been through worse than a woman leaving. Much worse. I’ll find another one in short order.

When I was in my 20’s an older woman asked me, “What are you looking for?”

I said, “Love.”

She said, “Oh honey, you can go around the block and find love.”

Back then I didn’t know what she meant. I understand what she meant now, and that’s because I’m close to the same age she was when she told me that. There is No One, as Rollo has said, and it’s true. That doesn’t mean that you can’t find someone to “grow old with,” but stop looking for your “soulmate.” They don’t exist and they never did.

When I look at most monogamous relationships, what I usually see is two people living a life of quiet desperation. Neither one of them are attracted to each other anymore, for whatever reason. Most of them are settling for each other because they don’t want to “die alone.” They tolerate each other at best. While they may look at each other and say, “I like them,” they aren’t “into” each other. I don’t want that. I would rather choose a “revolving door” instead of a life of quiet desperation. I would rather she be “into me” until she isn’t, or I her, than being roommates. I would rather live alone and be good with myself and my life than living with someone else who barely tolerates me, or I barely tolerate them.

Been there, done that.

I have always been fascinated by the concept of Dread. I get what it is, and I get pretty much how you could use it in whatever relationship that you happen to be in. I’ve never had to use Dread, at least I don’t remember using Dread, and if I did, it was unconsciously.

That’s because if the offense is egregious enough, I’m willing to walk away. It doesn’t matter the time span of the relationship, if whatever happened between us was a “deal breaker,” I walked away. I’m not saying that it was always the best option, but it was THE option when the time came.

I remember at the end of my relationship with Teriyaki. Things were getting strange. She was quite a bit distant, it was becoming more difficult to see her, and the whole “thing” was “off.” That’s the only way I can describe it to you, Dear Reader.

I remember texting her one morning, and I didn’t hear back from her, until much, much later in the day. That wasn’t characteristic of her. Well, long story short, I had enough. So around her quitting time from her job, I showed up, unannounced.

I remember the look of surprise and shock on her face, she definitely didn’t see that one coming. I remember her finishing up her day and we went outside to our vehicles. I also remember chatting about nothing for a moment, and then I popped the question:

“Do you want to keep seeing me or not?”

Her answer was a pause, and then “Eh.”

That was a “no” to me. Anything but a “yes,” was a no.

So I said, “I guess we’re done here. Can I have the key to my house back?”

She gave me my key back, I gave her her house key back, and then I kissed her goodbye and told her:

“No harm, no foul. If you change your mind, you know how to reach me.”

And then I walked away, got into my car, and drove home.

When it comes to the salient points, that was that. Oh don’t get me wrong, I heard from her almost a month later, but we never did meet up or get back together. She didn’t really want me, and I had already started moving on. How do you get over a woman? Get under another one. And that’s what I did.

Also: I was prepared for whatever answer that she chose to give me. If it had been a “yes,” there was things that I would have said and done for that answer. I was also prepared if she told me “no.” I was prepared and “good” with walking away. Never ask questions that you aren’t ready to hear an answer that you may not like, because you just might hear it.

I’m bringing this up because I almost had another “Terminator Moment” a week ago.

The belly dancer and I had been talking about stuff, mostly music, via text. I had said some things that were very important to me and ultimately she said, “Look, I gotta go.” She cut me off.

I told her goodnight, feeling perplexed, and a little hurt.

By the morning, I was not only still feeling a little hurt, I was angry.

As the day went on, my anger only grew. She texted me good morning and I all but ignored it. By the afternoon though, my anger had simmered down by quite a bit. Why? Several reasons:

1. This wasn’t in character for her, it wasn’t who she was.
2. It was a “Perfect Storm.” There were other things that had happened at the time that we were texting, things I’m not going to talk about, and it couldn’t have happened at a worse time.
3. I can be emotional. I’m going to come back to this one as it is a part of the title of this post.

Later that afternoon, she wanted to see me. Needed to see me, as a matter of fact. It’s related to the stuff that I’m not going to talk about. But I went to see her. The things that had happened made me consider putting my hurt and anger on the backburner. What she was going through was more important. It could wait for another day and another time.

Except….

She asked me what was going on. She could tell that something was off. She could tell that I was distant. I initially told her it could wait for another day and time, but she wouldn’t have it, so I opened a potential “can of worms.” I didn’t care though, that’s the thing. I was willing and ready to “go there.” And if it meant that I would hand her her key back to her place and walk out of her life, I was willing to do it. So I went there.

“I thought there’s only one real deal breaker for me, and that’s deception. If I can’t trust you, there’s no point in continuing what we are doing. I realize now though, that I have another one. And that’s being made a fool of. I don’t like feeling foolish, and how things ended last night, I feel like a fool.”

I used to think that it was being “disrespected.” And it is, don’t get me wrong, but there’s disrespect, and there’s being made a fool of. Being made a fool of would fall under the umbrella of disrespect, but for me, it’s its own entity. For years I have said that being disrespected was a deal breaker, and it can be, but what I really meant is that I won’t be played for a fool.

The look of horror on her face was enough. You see, I know she wasn’t playing me for a fool. I know her character better than that. I know it was the “perfect storm,” and I know it definitely wasn’t intentional. But at the time, I was angry and I felt foolish just the same.

Which ties into the “emotional/analytical” part of the title:

I was talking to a guy just the other day, and we were “swapping notes.” Some of the things he said made me realize just how analytical he is. The questions he asked, his job, etc. That made me think of Mystery and the Mystery Method from many years ago. Most of the guys who came to Mystery to learn from him were very analytical. Engineers, computer programmers, architects. Those kind of guys. Guys who solve equations and problems. Guys who need a system and tend to look at things as a “game.” Guys who tend to take things literally, but not necessarily personally. And it made me think about how I operate.

I’m not nearly as analytical as your average bear. In fact, I would say that I’m far more emotional. What does that mean? Well, on the positive side, I think I’m far more fluent in “womanese.” I understand subtext better. I can walk in the “world of women” better than your average guy. I can empathize better and I know how to excite a woman better than most guys I know. I can adapt and improvise easily and “fly by the seat of my pants.” In fact, that’s usually my “system.” I “wing it” and go from there. I’m definitely able to “be in my body” instead of “in my head.”

On the downside, I can overreact, jump to conclusions that aren’t accurate or necessarily true, and tend to say or do things that I’ll ultimately regret later. I also have a tendency to take things personal, when in hindsight, I didn’t need to take things personal. I have a big mouth, always have. Add alcohol to that, and the “filters” tend to get “dimmed down,” or go away altogether. It’s a recipe for disaster.

Hey! Look at me analyzing my emotionalism! I’m not saying that I’m not analytical, I’m just not as analytical as the average guy who I talk to about getting laid. My analysis usually happens after-the-fact as well. Hence the open mouth, insert foot. Take it or leave it, here it is. Welcome to me, welcome to my world.

I have learned though as I have grown in years. I have learned to keep my mouth shut more often than not. I’ve learned to breathe and countdown from 10 before I open my yap. I’ve learned that booze removes those filters, so I have also learned to either abstain from drinking or to severely curtail it, especially in the company of women. I know that most things aren’t personal. And I’ve also learned where many of my boundaries are. I also know what will happen if those boundaries are crossed.

The belly dancer and I? We’re good. I said what I needed to say, she said what she needed to say, and it’s “water under the bridge.” While I know her about as well as anyone can know another person, she also knows me pretty well too. There was no need to use Dread, and there was no need to “terminate” the relationship.

Sometimes I run across accounts on Twitter that say, “Dude, just next her!” when given a certain scenario or situation. Sometimes that may in fact be the correct course of action. Sometimes though, maybe you need to shut your yap, breathe, countdown from 10, listen, and then go from there. Not everything requires a “next.”