Experience With Women

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A few years ago, I wrote a post called, “Are You Experienced?” Today, I want to riff on that some more, only this time, I’m not talking about sexual experience so much, but more of “general experience.”

First off, I want to say right now, I love and hate a phrase that Chest Rockwell came up with about a year ago:

“Your knowledge of women is in the abstract.”

I love it because it is so apt and so fitting. I hate it because it’s one of those things that once you understand what it means, you can’t unsee or unhear it. Everywhere I go, every time I get on social media, there’s a bunch of guys talking about women in the abstract and I can’t unsee it. It practically screams at me now.

I’m going to give you my definition of “experience with women,” but first, I want to start off with some numbers….

10.

That’s how many women I met face-to-face with the intention of dating and having sex with in 2022. I’m not counting the women that I texted with only. I’m not counting the women that I talked with on the phone. I’m not counting the women that I got pictures or videos from. I’m not counting the women that I chatted up while standing in line at the checkout counter at the grocery store. I’m not counting the women that I said “hello” to. I’m not counting the women that I met in a group setting where everyone socialized and shot the shit. I’m only counting the women that I met face-to-face with the intention of going out with her, and she knew that I was looking to date and have sex. These were the women who got their asses off the couch, out the door, and ended up in front of me. I’m only counting the women who ended up in front of me with no one else distracting either one of us.

2 is the number of women that I met and it never got past the first meetup, and nothing resulted from it except a hug from each of the two. As a side-note: The first woman that I met and it didn’t go anywhere but a hug happened in January of 2022. The last woman I met and it didn’t go anywhere but a hug was in December of 2022.

8 is the number of women that I kissed.

3 is the number of women that I had sex with.

2 of those 3 women I dated for approximately a month to a month and a half.

1 of those 3 women ended up being a “same day lay” and also a one-night stand. I met her and on the same meeting I had sex with her. She wanted to meet up again, but logistics kept getting in the way, and while the sex was good, I’ve had better, so I didn’t pursue that one.

5 of those 8 women that I kissed, I thought more would happen with them at a later date, but it didn’t for a whole host of reasons. Some of them “ghosted,” one of them decided “she wasn’t ready to date,” and one of them decided “she didn’t want sex, just friends.”

During this time, I have held down a full-time job, wrote blog posts, done a shitload of livestreams, created and edited a handful of videos, did a bunch of audios for my audio platform, slept, ate, showered, read books, watched movies, went camping, went to Wendover for debauchery, rode my motorcycle, and I was, and am still, dating the belly dancer at the time.

None of this information is meant to come across as a “flex” or a brag. It’s just what I did when it came to meeting women in 2022. Meeting 10 women in 12 months isn’t that much in my opinion. It doesn’t even average out to one a month.

And no, I don’t have a spreadsheet mapping all of this information out. What I have is a memory and a bunch of archived texts.

So back to my definition of “experience with women”…

Here is what I mean:

You can talk about women, but you won’t have any experience with women until you talk to women.

Ultimately, this is what I think Chesty meant when he said, “All of your knowledge of women is in the abstract.”

In order to have experience with women, you have to talk to women. Talking about women is not experience. It’s speculation, hypothesizing, theorizing, and even trying to mind-read women. But it’s not actual experience with women.

Let me ask you this, Gentle Reader:

How many women did you meet in 2022 going off of my prior criteria?

Again, texting and video/pics only doesn’t count.

Talking to the girl at the cash register and mentioning the weather doesn’t count.

Your mom and your sister/cousin/aunt/family doesn’t count.

Prostitutes don’t count.

Your wife (if you’re married) doesn’t count. (But that’s a whole nother story for another time.)

You had to have met her, face-to-face, with the intentions of dating and/or having sex.

How many did you meet?

0?

1?

2?

5?

12?

100?

The less women you actually meet, the less experience you will have.

When you have actually met women and talked to them, you’ll learn about their uniqueness, you’ll also learn about patterns and behaviors that contribute to “AWALT.” You’ll learn the difference between pattern recognition and nuance.

Just because the game changed doesn’t mean it’s rigged

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Just because the game has changed doesn’t mean it’s rigged.

The game hasn’t changed, man. It’s pretty much the same as it’s always been – Rian Stone

Rian isn’t wrong and the title of this essay is a bit clickbait but you’ll have to forgive me for it.

The game has always been that women prefer short term mating partners in their most fertile years and prefer long term comfort as they age.

A great reason for this is of course fertility and an inherent conscious about her sexuality being her only agency.

The only difference in 2023 is the rules have been expanded upon.

Ever since the birth control pill women have had the option not to deal with the repercussions of sex a.k.a. pregnancy.

And ever since online dating women have had the pick of the litter x 1000.

If you have the opportunity, ask a girl if you can see her online dating profile and if she allows it I will damn near bet my Lego armada she has 100’s of likes already in the waiting to be swiped right on.

To be one of the select few to be swiped on the rules stay the same.

Be attractive, don’t be unattractive. 

Andy from Kill Your Inner Loser has a whole website dedicated to maximize your online dating account so I suggest you go there.

https://killyourinnerloser.com/tinder-guide/

The “issue” now is, you’re not the only one and with any minor inconvenience the girl can trade you in for the next prospect.

The number, kiss close, date, sex don’t mean jack fuck all shit anymore.

I know some of you might not want to hear this but

Girls really don’t give a crap about fucking on the first date anymore.

Or maybe in other words they don’t have to.

So what she’s a slut? 

There’s a new guy who’s I just won’t tell about my adventures anyway.

Oh this guy doesn’t agree with me on something trivial and I don’t feel comfortable with that.

Ha, got 100 likes anyway.

Hm this guy was not rough enough in bed.

Maybe the next one is.

All repercussions of lack of investment have been removed since the opportunity for new prospects have been increased.

My new buddy RedHawk and I have gone back and forth on this for a while now.

And even though he and I are both cut from the cloth of “how can I improve” and though I am just a but more humble and better looking, even we can’t keep improving.

And at a certain point when two dudes from different continents together with an array of other guys are having the same situation.

You might really wonder if it isn’t you.

You have 2/3 dates that are great and all of a sudden BOOM.

Left on read, she’s busy, her dog died, her exams are coming up.

And all for you, cause I bet there’s a guy she isn’t too busy for.

Could it be something you said?

Could be.

Or maybe that 30 minutes of travel got cut down for her by 5 minutes because the next match lived more nearby.

Or the guy she met in the train actually did make a move, got her number and was a better option.

The truth is, you are one in a 1000.

And women don’t have to deal with bullshit of any caliber anymore.

You are expandable. 

Is this a bad thing?

It’s a though pill to swallow but it also opens up a whole new door to detachment and fun.

She’s probably going to replace your ass anyway so enjoy her while you can.

There’s always another woman.

Sure, it sucks starting the process over and over and over again.

But giving up has never been an option for the high libido male.

So drop the idealism of white picket fence, happily ever after, 2.5 kids and maybe a dog.

Cause truth is.

She’s not yours it’s just your turn. 

Enslaved By Politics

Rob Says3 Comments

I recently watched a movie called, The Brainwashing Of My Dad. The title caught my attention because I love anything and everything to do with “brainwashing.” I love persuasion, influence, coercion, “mind control,” cult tactics and behaviors. As someone said about me on a livestream a little while back, “It’s my wheelhouse.”

What is this film about?

It’s about a daughter, who is now middle-aged, doing a documentary on her father. About how when she was little, he was kind, and mellow, and laid-back. But then he found Rush Limbaugh. And over time, her father changed.

He became irritable and angry. He was so mad about the current events in the world. He truly changed. He became insufferable.

Granted, the film has a somewhat “left leaning slant,” but if that matters to you, then this post is for you.

It doesn’t matter which side of the fence you sit on. Left or right, conservative or progressive. They are nothing more than two sides of the same coin. Both are miserable, outraged, and angry. And most of the time, they have no idea why they are angry when you truly press them.

I went down the rabbit hole of outrage a few years ago. It was a major part of the demise of a great relationship that I had. I was so angry about feminism and the “left.” I was angry about women being women. I was angry about shit that I had no control over and shit that ultimately had little to no impact on my life. But that anger cost me a lot. In some ways, it cost me everything.

I have watched my Father watching TV. He doesn’t watch Fox, but he watches the local news, and he’s angry and parroting slogans that the TV talking heads have promoted. It has shocked me because the words that he is uttering aren’t part of his normal vocabulary. When I have questioned him about it, he doesn’t have an actual well thought out answer to give me. Only more jargon and slogans from the TV. My Father too, has been “brainwashed.”

But you and I are no different. Sure, we look down our noses and mock “mainstream media.” But you and I are both getting a steady diet of social media. You laugh, jest, mock, and sneer at the “left.” But that’s only because you have been gulping down a diet of “right wing” nonsense.

Are you angry? Are you incensed? Are you outraged? Welcome to the tactics of both the “left” and the “right.” Congratulations, you’ve been had. To quote the Last Psychiatrist, “If you’re reading or watching it, it’s for you.” You are the mark. You are the demographic. You are the target.

I remember 4 years ago, Rian Stone made a video about Gillette and Outrage. That video got me out of the outrage from feminism and the “left.” When I watched it, I literally had a moment where something inside my head just “popped.” Gillette wasn’t after me, I wasn’t the demographic. I felt a sense of relief when I realized that it wasn’t about me and ultimately there was nothing I could do about it. I found “peace.” I found quiet.

And that has carried on to this day, for the most part.

But over the last year I found myself getting annoyed and angry again. But now it’s not feminism and the “left.” It’s the “right.” Traditional Conservatives. It’s even guys that are “red pilled.” It’s Fox News, and conservatism, and it’s everywhere on social media, and most of the people I follow on social media are more “right leaning conservatives.” I see the checklists and the “listicles.” And when I watched “The Brainwashing Of My Dad,” another “bubble” popped:

Conservatives are just as fucked as liberals. You’re all poisoned. Both sides have drank all the Kool-Aid. I can’t abide that, it doesn’t work for me.

I made a tweet the other day:

“I’m seeing a lot of responding to outrage from you guys.


For supposedly being “red pilled” and “unplugged from the matrix,” and being your own “point of mental origin,” I’m seeing a lot of the opposite.


You’re outing yourselves.

I can’t stand it anymore.

And then there’s the classic comeback:

Amen, hallelujah. “It’s engagement, bro.”

So dance, monkey, dance.

Do it for the algorithm. Do it for the merchandise and to make a buck. Nothing wrong with that. Do it for the “likes” and the engagement. Do it for your own “personal brand of me.” But I’m unfollowing or muting you, because I don’t have the time, patience, or the energy to watch you do your nonsense. You’re manufacturing your own version of outrage, just like your “enemy” the “left.” Ultimately your actions and behaviors show me who you truly are, and honestly, I don’t know if I want you in my life. Sure, we can have a drink together, but I won’t be introducing you to my women or my Father any time soon.

What’s that line from Robocop?

“I’m cashing you out, Bob.”

Take your outrage, your left or right wing rhetoric, and your politics, and shove them up your ass.