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The “Aftermath”

Rob Says1 Comment

two persons holding drinking glasses filled with beer

It’s Tuesday, 2 days after I got back from my week of “The Village By The Sea” with my Brother’s Vince, TJ, and that asshole, Aaron Clarey. It was a great time had by all, at least that is how it appeared to me.

Plenty of booze got drank. Kraken rum was in short supply for some odd reason. Vince and I are still shaking our heads as to how that happened. I drank more beer over that week than I do in months. I smoked more cigars during that week than I do in several months. I was definitely hell bent to alter my consciousness chemically via booze and smokes. Mission accomplished.

We did quite a few Periscope’s on Twitter. You can find those on my profile and on the Masculine Geek profile. I forgot just how fun impromptu videocasts can be. I’m so used to sitting in a chair with a backdrop and a high definition camera and microphone running while I’m running my mouth, I totally forgot how easy and how fun it can be broadcasting from a car, a deck, or even at the beach, facing the Atlantic Ocean. I forgot how much fun you can have while broadcasting and not giving a fuck who is watching, or if there is even anyone watching at all.

We did our Wednesday show like we always do, only this time, all four of us were in the same room, under one camera and microphone. I haven’t watched the replay yet, so I have no idea of the sound quality or the video quality, but damn, it sure was fun interacting with my Brother’s face to face and in real time.

Which brings me to the point of this post:

Meeting those guys in real life is one of my missions. It is why I do what I do when I’m running my mouth on all the various platforms of social media that I belong on. It’s why I’m writing this post. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy writing and talking to others on the internet. I enjoy running my mouth. I enjoy making my videos on my YouTube channel and with other’s on their channels. At the end of the day though, my ultimate goal is to meet these individuals in real life, face to face.

I don’t know how many times I’ve said it over the last year, but I’m going to say it again:

You can’t be deplatformed in real life. People online may shout at you in an attempt to silence you, but I haven’t yet had someone try that shit with me in real life. In real life, there are consequences for your actions and even the keyboard warriors know that to one degree or another.

I do all of this so that I can meet other like-minded men, and yes, even some women, in real life. I do it so that the wanderer’s in the night have a beacon of light to guide them home. I do it so that those that are seeking will find me. It’s easier than me going and looking around in the dark for them. It’s easier for me to light a fire and hope that you will see it, out there, wherever you are.

One of my favorite parts of the Village By The Sea trip was when we went to Atlantic City and met up with Joe Curl and James Streissand. It was great to meet those two Men in the flesh and to exchange handshakes and hugs. Yeah I said it. It was great being able to sit down with them, even if it was only for a short time, and get to know them, to hear their stories. That is something that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

It’s not that difficult to do, to be able to set up a signal and push it out there. I know I talked about it last December. Guys, use your voice. It’s not that hard honestly, and yes, for awhile, you’re going to be screaming into the void. But then, one day, somebody will show up. They always do. And from there it just goes. It really does. So if you are looking to meet people like you, and there are none around you, then it’s on you to create the very thing that you are looking for. Be that beacon of light in the dark so that other’s like you can find you.

Push ahead and persevere. Keep at it. Keep going. Keep using your voice, keep saying what you want to say. Do it until you are sick of hearing yourself speak, and then do it again. Become a broken record. Become that squeaky wheel that needs the grease. Keep running your mouth. Keep it up.

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Observations

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sea sunset beach couple

In addition to writing my blog posts, shit-posting on Twitter, making my videos on Youtube, doing shows with Masculine Geek and Jack Napier, working a full time job, and hanging out on Saturdays with Mr. Skelton, I’ve also been seeing 3 or 4 different women. I don’t know where I get the time in all honesty. Maybe I’m burning the candle at both ends. I probably am, but fuck it, you only live once, so you might as well make the most of it.

One of the things that has showed up with all of the women that I’ve been seeing is this:

They all think I’m amazing. Now this isn’t meant to sound like a humble-brag, that’s not my intention. It’s just an observation I’ve had from all of the women. Now just a little backstory on these women:

I’ve met all of them online, and they are all fairly close to my age. They range from 40 to 43. Two of them are divorced, single mothers, and two of them don’t have children for one reason or another.

I can hear the screams and the shouts of outrage from the peanut gallery now, “Rob! You don’t give single mothers the time of day! You don’t have anything to do with them!” And so on and so forth. Guys, I’m not “wifeing” any of them up, nor am I getting into LTR’s with any of them either. Give it a rest, I know what I’m doing. Maybe this is one of those “Let ’em burn” moments for me. I’ve said multiple times on Twitter, “I’m the posterboy of what NOT to do,” so keep that in mind.

What I’ve found is that they are fun to be around, they are about as well adjusted as any woman can be, and man, are they lusty.

I’m starting to get sidetracked here, so let’s get back on target.

Where was I? Oh yes, the whole “I’m amazing” bit. The funny thing is, I’m not going out of my way to do anything special or unique. I’m not “pulling out all the stops” or anything like that. I’m just doing me.

I take them by the hand and lead them where I want to go. I don’t ask them permission to hold their hands, I don’t ask permission to kiss them, I put my arm around their waist when I’ve escorted them through the occasional door, and I’ve been the one to decide where we are going if we are going out for the most part. Once we figure out the day that we want to get together, I start throwing times at them that I’ll meet up with them, that work for me. Then it’s just a matter of deciding what time works best.

It has been blowing these women away, and honestly, I don’t really understand it. Aren’t all guys “like that?” Apparently not. Now granted, maybe these women made a whole bunch of poor choices when it comes to dating and in some cases, marrying the men that they chose. I’m not going to eliminate that possibility. I’m sure that factors in somewhere to some degree.

But fucking really? Are guys that inept? Is the bar really that low? Are women’s expectations so few? Is it really that shitty out there in the dating world? Understand this: I’m literally nobody. I’m a short, bald dude who is maybe average in looks. Same with my dress. Nothing too fancy or too flashy, but at least my clothing fits and it isn’t loose-ass t-shirts, cargo shorts, and flip flops. I’m not fat, but I’m not “buff” either. I’m truly just “average.”

I would almost think that I met these women from the same neighborhood, or even the same family. Their experiences with the men in their pasts seem that abyssmal and almost identical. The thing is, they aren’t from the same family or neighborhood, and one of them is from another country. If I can do something as simple as hold their hand without asking, or lead them to where I want to sit, eat, or go, and they are blown away by it, guys, you have no excuse to not get out there if you are single and start absolutely killing it.

So what are you waiting for?

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There Is No Spoon

Rob Says2 Comments

stainless steel spoon

Guys, I’m going to say something that might be considered anathema and controversial, but here goes.

There is no gender war. The only gender war that I’m seeing is on social media and in various media outlets. If all you do is consume what’s on the internet and on the television, of course there’s a gender war. When I go out at night, when I’m out and about doing my job, when I’m out grocery shopping or running errands, I don’t see a gender war anywhere around me.

I went out the other night to a couple different nightspots. I saw a handful of dudes and a bunch of women at one, and I saw about a 50-50 ratio of men to women at the other location. No gender war in sight. All I saw was a bunch of people having a good time dancing and drinking and mingling with one another. No toxic masculinity, no SJW’s on parade bitching about being oppressed. Just men and women enjoying their evenings with one another.

Does the gender war actually exist? I’m sure it does. At least in theory or on paper. It’s psychological warfare meant to divide and conquer. If you are getting sucked into it, guess what? You are the target at that point. Whoever is putting out this message is trying to divide you from other’s. Recognize it for what it is. It’s Wag The Dog writ large and in real time. Can you actually do something about it? Can you change it? Is it actually useful to you?

As Rian Stone put it, “Be Attractive, Don’t Be Unattractive.” How is getting fired up about a gender war attractive? Is getting fired up about “toxic masculinity” attractive? Is getting pissed off about some hit piece on some obscure website, written by some unattractive, outraged woman attractive, or unattractive? Is it useful to you? Besides the dopamine hit and being able to simmer in your own juices, does it do anything for you?

I’m all for a man or a woman being able to feed off their own emotions, god knows, I’ve done a lot of that over the years, but is it attractive or unattractive? Does it get you to do something useful for you? Or is it a form of masturbation and release? Are you becoming more attractive, or just jerking off?

I keep looking for the gender war around me and I keep missing it I guess. I’m not finding it. I see a lot of confused people trying to figure themselves and each other out and how they fit together in our world, but that’s been going on since I can remember. Not much has changed there.

I actually feel sorry for women today. Most of the garbage that is out there, claiming there is a gender war going on, was written by women for women. They are poisoning their own well, and then drinking it to boot. The women who stumble across it are stopping and having a big old drink of it and fucking themselves up even more than before. God help them. Oh well, I’ve said it before, and here it is again, they have to burn.

I think we as Men are too much in our heads most of the time. We overthink things and make them way more complicated than they need to be.

“This woman slid up to me and is grinding on me…What do I do? What do I say? I need to play it cool. I need to be calm and think straight. What if I put my arms around her and pull her in? What if she doesn’t like that? What if she doesn’t want that? Oh god, I don’t want her to think…Wait…She’s leaving! Dammit! I should have….”

Get out of your heads my Brothers. Get out of your heads and back into your bodies. Don’t think, just act. It’s a yes until it’s a no.

There’s no gender war. At least not in the streets that I occupy. Not in the space that I inhabit. Just men and women doing their thing.  I guess that none of them got the memo that there is a gender war going on. And man, those women? They are friendly as hell and looking for a little company, even if it’s only for a few moments.

Drop a few kind words. Crack a joke. Tease her just a little bit. Smile at her. That’s attractive. Or stay locked in your gender war, getting pissed off over imaginary boogeymen that you can’t do anything about anyways. The choice as always, is yours. You get to burn. Don’t worry though, I’ll be watching, eating popcorn, and laughing my ass off. And once you put that fire out, I’ll ask you just one question:

“How’s that working out for ya, bud?”

There is no spoon. There is no gender war. There is just being attractive or being unattractive. Choose.

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