Are You Date-Worthy? A Quiz for Women

September 11, 2014

This post was inspired by this unintentionally hilarious article. Go read it, please.

In case of tl;dr, the woman writer complains that women need to start asking men out on dates because men are too weak/stupid/unmacho/ungentlemanly to ask women out on dates anymore.

That’s right; according to authoress Lauren Martin, women deserve to be taken out on dates—proper, old fashioned, man pays-and-buys-flowers-and-holds-doors dates—and the only thing stopping this wonderful thing is the failures of men.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

Now, at first, I was going to just link to the article and laugh.

Then I thought, nahhh, I should respond point-by-point, giving the shiv of truth to each and every one of Lauren Martin’s lies.

Then I thought, nahhh, too much work for soon-to-be-forgotten Feminazi whack-a-mole articles like this. Instead, why not give the girls some chick crack—e.g. a Cosmo-style quiz—while at the same time having each question mercilessly fisk and fuck their delicious little egos into fillet, sending them running to their wine cabinet and therapists and Girls reruns and gay bffs and feminazi studies classes for at least 5-10 years of rehab.

Excellent plan.

So ladies, please see the quiz below. Answer all the questions and answer each question truthfully.  At the end, we can tally up your score and find out if you are truly worthy of a man taking you out on old fashioned, fun, dressed-up, he pays, he holds the door, dinner-and-a-movie, flowers-candy-card, classy dancing, sweet-peck-on-the-lips-on-your-front-stoop-but-nothing-more-expected date.

Ladies, Are You Date-Worthy?

  1. Are you a virgin?
  2. Have you had 3 or fewer sexual partners?
  3. Have you ever had a one-night stand/fuck buddy/”it’s complicated” relationship that included physical sexual gratification for either of you?
  4. How many men have you kissed?
  5. How many men have you made out with?
  6. How many men have you given blow jobs to? How many of those have you swallowed? Allowed to cum on your face or body?
  7. How many men have you given hand jobs to?
  8. How many human penises have you deliberately touched?
  9. Have you ever had sex with a black guy? If so, how many?
  10. Are you lying about your answer to question #9?
  11. How many black guys have you kissed?
  12. How many black guys have you given a blow job to?
  13. How many black guys’ penises have you touched?
  14. Have you ever felt attracted to a black guy? Please explain.
  15. Have you ever said out loud that a black guy was attractive, “sexy”, or in any way sexually worthy? How many times and to whom?
  16. Do you listen to rap/hip-hop/whatever marketing word they’re calling it this week? Have you ever been to a rap/hip-hop/etc. concert?
  17. Have you ever had an abortion?
  18. Do you believe abortion should be legal? Paid for by the government? Celebrated as a right?
  19. Are you a feminist? If not, how much of feminism do you agree with?
  20. How often do you masturbate? Do you have a dildo?
  21. Do you vote Democrat, or anything that Fox News would call left-wing?
  22. Are you proud America elected Obama?
  23. Do you think we need more blacks and/or women and/or other minorities in political power?
  24. Do you believe that blacks are held down because of unfair racism against them, and that they are just as smart and good and kind as anyone else, or more so?
  25. Who do you think was right: Trayvon Martin or George Zimmerman?
  26. Who do you think was right: Michael Brown or the cops of Ferguson, MO?
  27. Do you think nationalized healthcare is good for America?
  28. Are you in favor of affirmative action?
  29. Are you in favor of gay marriage?
  30. Do you believe gays and transgender people are just born that way?
  31. Do you believe gays and transgender people are normal?
  32. Do you want to get married and have children?
  33. Did you major in a humanity? If so, did the title end in “studies” or “theory”?
  34. Do you have a graduate degree?
  35. Are you overweight according to the BMI scale?
  36. Have you ever kissed, fondled, or had sex with another woman?
  37. Have you ever been involved in a sexual encounter involving more than two people? Kissing, making out, and light petting count here.
  38. Do your friends consider you sexually adventurous?
  39. Have you ever taken a naked selfie, or one where you are dressed provocatively? Have you ever sent it to a straight male or posted it where a straight male could see it?
  40. Are you on Twitter?
  41. Do you think a man should be king of his castle?
  42. Do you think a woman should obey her man?
  43. How often do you get drunk? (note: “tipsy”=drunk for the purposes of this quiz).
  44. How often do you use recreational drugs/illegal substances? When was the last time?
  45. How often do you date or have sex outside your race? Races for this quiz: White, East Asian, South Asian, Arab/Persian, Native American/Red. If you are considered “mestizo”, you may claim both races. Jews can group themselves by skin color here.
  46. How often do you date or have sex outside your ethnicity? Your ethnicity is the country of origin of your parents’ ancestors. Don’t be obtuse; if you’re a mutt but mostly Northern European, use most of those countries, but if you’re 100% Irish or Chinese, use that one nationality alone. Jews count as a separate ethnicity here.
  47. Do you go to the same house of worship for services at least 2x a month?
  48. Does that house of worship have only male clergy? What percentage of the administrators are female?
  49. Do you believe in your religion’s teachings? Do you believe in God (or gods)?
  50. Does your religion/church support homosexuality, abortion, affirmative action, government-provided healthcare, or any other planks of the Democratic party?
  51. Do you have a gay bff? Is he promiscuous?
  52. Do you believe a woman should have a career when she is 22?
  53. What is the proper age for a woman to start having children?
  54. At what age do you want to have children?
  55. Would you or have you ever gone backstage or on the tour bus or into a VIP lounge with a male celebrity?
  56. Same question as #55, but with the condition that you have been on or have gone on at least one date with a guy that went well and you two are texting?
  57. For older girls: were you Team Aniston or Team Jolie?
  58. Have you ever cheated on a man you were dating? Kissing, making out, holding hands, touching each other’s bodies, foreplay, sex are all cheating.
  59. Have you ever competed with a man for a job or promotion?
  60. Is it ok for a woman to cheat if she’s lonely, depressed, or she’s fallen out of love with her man?
  61. Did you ever beat a man in competing for a job or promotion?
  62. Did you ever want to beat a man in competing for a job or promotion?
  63. Can you cook a complete meal? Do you do so at least 3 times per week?
  64. Can you clean? Is your home/apartment/room clean?
  65. When not dressed for work, do you dress feminine?
  66. When not dressed for work, do you wear dresses? How often?
  67. Do you watch reality TV? Talk shows? TV dramas? TV scripted comedies? Which ones? How many hours per day?
  68. Do you watch pornography?
  69. Do you have tattoos? How many? How large? Are they visible when wearing any of your own skimpy summer outfits?
  70. Do you believe organizations and companies should be allowed to be all male and exclude blacks?
  71. Have you ever flashed anyone?
  72. Do you swear? How often?
  73. Do you ever say or think that you get along better with men rather than women?
  74. Is there a box of condoms in your room?
  75. Do you believe a woman should look pretty for her man?
  76. If you are overweight, are you ruthlessly trying to get underweight?
  77. Have you ever participated in or cheered on a Slut Walk?
  78. Do you believe women have a responsibility to dress appropriately?
  79. Do you believe single mothers are good mothers?
  80. Do you believe in divorce?
  81. Have you ever been divorced?
  82. Do you agree to raise any children in the religion, town, and way your husband decides?
  83. Do you believe sex is about intimacy, or is more physical?
  84. Do you believe a woman in a serious relationship/marriage has a duty to sexually please her man even if she isn’t in the mood?
  85. If you get into an argument with a man, would you ever throw a drink at him or hit him in anger? Note that “playful hitting”=hitting. If so, and he punched you or slapped you hard, would you consider that fair?
  86. Do you know that regret is not rape?
  87. Do you watch “Keeping up with the Kardashians,” “The Daily Show”, “The Colbert Report,” any kind of talk show, “The Today Show”, anything on MSNBC, or anything on Bravo or E!?
  88. Do you listen to top 40 radio? What about NPR?
  89. Have you ever embarrassed a man who was trying to flirt with you? Ask you out on a date? Get your phone number?
  90. Have you ever liked a man, only to have your gfs/gay bffs dissuade you from dating him?

Quiz Answers

As you can see ladies, the questions really answer themselves, don’t they? That is to say that, immediately upon reading each question, you knew–almost instinctively–what answers would be correct and render you still date-worthy, and what answers would be wrong and render you not worth it for a man to take out on a date. You knew it in your gut, though you hated the fact that you knew it, and that you knew it so well.

And, for some of you, what hurts even more is that even for so-called left-wing men, the “correct” answers and the “wrong” answers remain the same. That is to say that, even though certain men that you would date would express the views that my questions are stupid/don’t matter, you know instinctively that such men still would greatly prefer the “correct” answers.

Some of the questions are super-damning for wrong answers, while others aren’t so much deal breakers.  I mixed and matched according to my whims and what struck me at the moment. Like a good psych quiz, I asked the same questions different ways, and followed easy questions with hard ones, just to keep you off balance. I’m awesome like that.

 

But I don’t need to really tell you if a certain wrong answer is super-damning or merely hurtful to your date-worthy chances; if you aren’t sure, ask a few gfs, or even your token gay bff. The more offended they are by a certain question, the more you can be certain that that question is a super-damning, automatic-disqualifier if you give the wrong answer.

By the way, this list is by no means exhaustive; I barely grazed the anti-male area of family law, for example. But it is comprehensive enough to give 90% of women out there a very, very good idea of what men want out of women, and, equally as important, what they, in the strongest terms, do not want.

What Date-Worthy Really Means

What Date-Worthy really means, ladies, is whether you are worthy of a long-term, locked-down relationship/marriage. You know that and we know that; that’s why, when you really like a fuck buddy, you’ll start whining or setting up circumstances—such as meeting for drinks around dinner time before you’re going to fuck—that will encourage him to lay down some change, hold a door, and otherwise be a boyfriend-on-a-date.

You know that if a man invests his money, time, and charm in public on you, it starts to lock him down into relationship status. Men who put time, money, and effort into courtship behavior are setting themselves up for relationships, whether they know it or not. It is instinctual and natural; when we invest effort into something, we expect it to mean something.

Once upon a time, most middle class women in America gave the “correct” answers to all the questions on this quiz. This is why men then took women on formalized dates; such women, because they gave the correct answers, were deemed date-worthy, and dates were designed to further test the waters for lifelong commitment, i.e. marriage. Other women—the sluts of their times—were not taken on dates; they ended up as bar floozies, prostitutes, yoked to underclass or unrespected men, or else lonely and alone in their lives. Johnny the Good Boy didn’t marry Suzy the Floozy, he married Mary the Good Girl.

And here’s a very important part you ladies need to hear: Johnny married Mary because it was a good deal for Johnny. Johnny got a loving, virginal wife who never compared his faults or shortcomings to past lovers; obeyed his word; respected him; cooked and cleaned for him; stayed feminine for him; gave him regular, faithful sex; and all-in-all remained a loyal wife.

These are what the “correct” answers mean to men: she is worthy of a man’s time and investment because she will reward the man with what he wants. And this is why your “wrong” answers today hurt you so much inside: you instinctively know that your actions have devalued you so that investing time, money, and effort on you isn’t worth it to a man today, unlike, say, your grandmother. Ladies, you are much less worthy of love—less “date-worthy”—than your own grandmother. Unlike your grandmother, you ladies aren’t a good deal for a man today.

Another way to put this for women is to stop thinking “what do I want out of a man” and start thinking “what does a man want in a woman.” Men—especially men in the PUA community—spend an inordinate amount of time wondering what he has to offer to a woman to get what he wants. Women would do well to wonder what they have to offer to a man to get what women want—dates, intimacy, long-term commitment, etc. And it ain’t just sex, ladies; no man every went to war, worked for 40 years at a worthless job, or built a mansion for a prostitute or the easy chick down the block.

 

What Happens When You’re Not Date-Worthy

You’re fucked.

Just kidding.

Kind of.

There are some things you can do to mitigate the damage your “wrong” answers indicate. However, that is left to another post and time. I will say this much: many times the Rubicon cannot be uncrossed; the bell unrung; the die uncast. But despite this, you can at least mitigate such damage—and not in the ways you’re probably thinking.

Addendum to My Last Post

September 5, 2014

Here’s an addendum to my last post:

This WASP + Jews v. Irish-Catholic would also go to explain the strange post-Civil War behavior of Northeast trader WASPs in their fight against Southern agricultural WASPs—otherwise known as the The Civil War.

When all WASPs landed here, they had no greater-than-normal moral problems with slavery. Northeast trader WASPs owned slaves and didn’t mind Southerners owning them either.

But slavery enabled the Southern WASPs to grow rich and powerful, while slavery didn’t help Northern WASPs do the same. Slavery was largely useless in the smaller farm lands of the North.

So the Northern WASPs sought to curtail Southern WASP power by cutting off slavery. Hence why Northern WASPs suddenly started getting “troubled” by black slavery, growing their movement into a full-scale religious movement—never mind that the Bible clearly has no agenda about slavery; it merely takes it as an existing human condition. The Bible’s only problem with slavery is when the Chosen People (Jews) are made slaves as a nation under the Egyptians.

The Northern WASPs stoked this moral crusade deliberately so that they could justify obliterating the Southern economy later—“yes, its sad your poor and starving now and without power, but what you did was sooooo eeevil.” They began heralding black achievements, propping up Frederick Douglas, fomenting slave rebellions (which inevitably failed, due to blacks being unable to sustain them), publishing The Liberator, etc. —all to give themselves the moral upper hand.

Then, post-Civil War, all this love of the black man just plain stopped. Once the Southern WASPs weren’t a threat, the blacks were no longer worth using, and the savages were forgotten to be dealt with by local Southern authorities. Reconstruction was ended because it was never really the goal.

This explains why the North could get so “morally outraged” over black slavery but not give a whit about the treatment of the red man going on at exactly the same time. One savage was useful in the fight for power; the other was just in the way of land grabs.

Today’s PC moral crusades are the same thing—and the feminazi and Negro and fag and trans crusades will be as quickly abandoned if the WASPs and Jews ever wrest power away and destroy the Irish-Catholic-power.

My belief is strengthened by these arguments.

 

 

A Racial Hypothesis as to the Elites’ Post-1960 Anti-Americanism

August 28, 2014

The elites turn against Western Civilization is largely a racial one. It is, at its base, the WASPS and Jews turning on the Irish.

WASPs in the Northeast were largely traders and wild west financiers, similar to the Jews. When the southern WASP plantation owners lost all their power via the end of slavery, the Northern WASPs reigned supreme. WASPs and Jews had a respectful rivalry of sorts in the U.S.; while WASPs and Jews had rival firms and fought it out for money and position, they viewed each other as equals.

But then the Irish Catholics came in and gained power. First they outnumbered the WASPS. Then they took organized crime and organized labor. Then the Irish gradually stole political power away. The late-19th C. and early-20th C. violent union movements–and the violent backlash against them by industrialists—played out as a WASP v. Irish.

Unlike the Jews and the WASPS, the Irish weren’t intelligent traders. Also unlike the Jews who came and treated their religion as the WASPs treated theirs (as a social club with God merely there to reinforce their racial visions), the Irish were seriously religious.  They were also uncouth roughnecks. Even worse, they REFUSED to be converted to the protestantism of the WASPs, and stubbornly kept their papish ways and traditions. They were more violent and stupider and the WASPs considered them almost black and beyond redemption.  The Jews saw them as barbarians who had a nation the Jews never deigned to encamp in.

Side Note: I’m not talking about the Scots-Irish (i.e. Southern rednecks) here because they were never a threat–the Civil War was Southern agrarian WASP v. Northern trader WASP; the Scots-Irish, being poor to middle class religious hillbillies who were not part of either side of the American WASP coin, were never the target of that War of Northern Aggression and never really had power outside of their counties.

When the WASPs lost control of Boston/New England was a real tipping point in WASP belief. New England was once the WASP stronghold and homeland; who in your family was on the Mayflower was the sign of WASP-ness; in Boston, as late as the 1920s, NINA signs (No Irish Need Apply) were still being used. [Ed. note: I have been informed on another blog that "NINA" signs are actually a cultural myth; sure enough, upon examination, there is no evidence that such signs existed.  There was still widespread anti-Irishism in Boston, but no documented NINA signs. Thank you for the correction.] But that was the last of it; Boston fell to the Irish political machines in the late 19th C. and never relinquished it, despite WASP holdouts.

The Jews hated the Irish so much that when they formed organized crime syndicates in the 1920s and 30s and allied with the Italians, they deliberately cut the Irish out. The Atlantic City Meeting is often pointed out as a prime example of Jewish gangsters wanting to freeze out the Hibernians. Jews have never been comfortable in societies with devoutly religious people who are not Jewish, and the Irish-Catholics were definitely devout pre-Vatican II—so many Irish priests it became a cliche, and so many Irish, including Irish gangsters, who were religious—-one famous Irish gangster refused to deal in prostitution because of his religious fervor.

When it was clear the Irish were going to be in control of America, and therefore, Western Civilization, the WASPs in fear and in loathing, turned against America and Western Civilization; they started degrading American culture, Western Culture, and encouraging/allowing Jews to do the same. The election of Kennedy might be seen as their Waterloo, and the Hays Code’s demise in Hollywood occurred right at that time.

The WASPs and Jews turned to the blacks to control the Irish. Smaller in number, well stupider, but violent, the blacks provided a unique buffer against the Irish–a low savage class to attack the now-only partially savage ruling class.

Viewed in this way, history makes a bit more sense: the weird anti-Americanism of the eilites is really Anti-Irishism from WASPs and Jews who encourage blacks to attack the Irish. Jewish attorneys “standing up for civil rights” are really just keeping Irish people from punishing the Negroes, the foot soliders of the WASPs and Jews; the Jews will take a few black beatings in their own neighborhoods if the Irish cops are harried to death and the Irish people are attacked more.

It’s tribal warfare all over again.

I submit that the British view of America in the past v. present supports this hypothesis. The WASPs were just expatriate Brits. In the past, the British viewed America as upstarts, aggressive, but largely equal, man for man. British and American elites intermarried and moved to each others countries.  In short, America was Britain’s younger, more hungry, but otherwise equal little brother.

The British view today is that America is stupider than Britain.Like a forlorn, religious, retarded heir to a vast fortune/estate that Britain is forced to be the butler for. Or like a brilliant man forced under the thumb of some idiot silly thug. In short, not like a little brother, but an uncivilized moron who just happens to have, by luck, power over you. This is exactly how the British would view the Irish if the Irish somehow gained a large country with nuclear capabilities—like America.

Caveat: While this may be the motivation behind the WASPs/Jews turn against Western Civilization/America, I think the cause was actually targeted Communist infiltration, which I will explain another day.

Fucking a Young, Hot Chick Will Make Your Feel Fat, Awesome

June 1, 2014

I just spent the weekend fucking a girl in her early 20’s. That’s more than a full decade younger than me, natch.  We checked into a hotel room to do it. She’s a definite hottie: long, smooth legs, cute face, nice proportional breasts, amazingly tight ass (I’m not an assman myself but this thing rocked), pure yoga-trained lithe, tight body. An 8, the best I’ve been with in awhile. We’d fooled around before this weekend, but never a full-on bedroom fucking. So this was a first-time-fucking-like-animals event.  Here’s what I noticed:

HOTEL ROOM SEX IS UNLIKE ALL OTHER SEX

Because it’s not your place and you don’t give a shit about anything in the room or outside it. Now I know how 70s and 80s rock stars could go around destroying their hotel rooms—because debauchery + someone else’s property=burning down the house. We wrecked and fucked on nearly everything in the room and did not care about cleaning it at all. It’s the main reason I like hotel room fucks and do them when I can—wild abandon from everyone involved.

EVEN SLUTS HAVE AN ASD, AND IT MUST BE DEALT WITH

We’d planned on doing this for a week, and she’d given me the solid ok multiple times.  Yet the day came, and suddenly I’m getting wet blanket text messages about how she’s “not sure about this” and how this feels “really slutty.”

Bear in mind that this girl is, objectively speaking, a complete whore. She’s admitted to me that she was once in an orgy, and I have it on good authority that what she termed an orgy may just have been a gangbang of her. She talks about hooking up with 3 dudes in one day. She’s admitted to being fucked by nearly 60 dudes since her 16th birthday (when she lost her virginity)—and she insists that, during a 5 year relationship during that time, she was always faithful. so we’re talking 59 dudes in a 3-4 year period, total.

Big whore.

Yet even she has an Anti-Slut Defense (ASD).  I could have easily erupted in texts and yelled at her in anger for going back on her word—but that would have caused instant failure with a chick easier than a baseball game against a blind team.

So I recognized this as ASD, and simply countered.  I had her meet me at a bar near the hotel room, where we got drinks and I didn’t so much as mention the hotel room or what I’d spent on it.  Instead, I treated it like a first date-rooshv style—talked about travel, her goals, even did a little chick crack-routine.  I even was going to move us to a new venue when the second drink she had stiffened her and she looked at me and asked me to take her to the room. Even in the room, she slowed things down and wanted to “talk” first before we got down to business.  So I poured her a drink (or three), put on a movie,  and rooshv-flirted till I got her pants off.  She calmed down and and eventually shut up enough to put my dick in her mouth and start sucking without being asked.

ASD shutdown. Which reminds me….

BRING SUPPLIES

If you’re going to a hotel room to fuck, make sure you have a few supplies: liquor for you and her (vodka and whiskey are usually fine), mixers (regular and diet soda work fine), fruit juice (either as a mixer or as a morning wake-up drink), aspirin/ibuprofen (for the hangover) and snacks (chips and salsa always a good bet).  This is key, because (1) the ASD will be weakened by the supplies; she thinks because you planned for her, you care; furthermore, the alcohol will lower her inhibitions; and (2) the snack food will keep her from whining about being hungry/using it as an excuse to leave.  Supplies in hand are much cheaper and less worrisome than having to run out and grab them while with her, giving her an excuse to weasel out.

NO MATTER HOW IN SHAPE YOU ARE, A YOUNG TAUT WOMAN’S BODY WILL MAKE YOU FEEL FAT

I’m in good shape.  I work out 3 times a week, I eat paleo, I have low body fat, I lift, and girls unironically compliment me on my muscular physique . I am legitimately in better shape than 80-85% of the U.S. population.

But I’m past 30.  I have a white collar job, don’t body build for a living, and drink too much. I have no delusions about my body: I’m not Arnold Schwarzenegger, nor am I even me at 18, when I can say I was in this good of shape.  When you get older, the most important things about your body’s changes are (1) you simply don’t bounce back as quickly as you did; (2) your flexibility decreases; and (3) no matter how jacked you are, your muscles will be less firm than at 18 or 25. Face it man, you’re old.

So when we started fucking, I noticed that , despite my hard work at the gym, her natural, youthful taut body made mine seem flabbier.  She could bounce up on my cock and hop below me faster than I could jump on her; her explosive, short-twitch muscles just worked better at reacting. When I came, it took me a bit longer to recover than her. She could not only bend out of sorts, but even when it hurt her, she could come back to a normal position and be ok to fuck almost immediately, whereas I took a minute to have my muscles reset. We fucked in front of the bathroom mirror for a bit, and I couldn’t help but notice that her body looked so much tighter than mine in comparison.

In short, next to her nude body, I felt both fat and out-of-shape, even though I’m neither.

This was all post-coital noticing by me, mind you; at no time did she comment on this during sex, nor did I think about it until I was satiated.  I actually felt bad about the fact that her youth served her so much better.  18 – 25 year old me would outmatched this girl on recovery time and everything, but post-30’s me was a little sheepish to admit that age was besting him.

But then again, 18 -25 year old me (1) never had a girl this hot; (2) never fucked a girl this much (6 times the entire night); and (3) never had a girl be his personal succubus.   With age, comes experience, comes game. It’s a tradeoff; youth is wasted on the young.

FUCKING A YOUNG HOT CHICK IS AWESOME

It was awesome sex. Pure awesome 6 rounds of fucking, drinking whiskey off her pert breasts, rubbing baby oil on her, claw marks on our backs, roleplaying, cum swallowing by her without a second thought, and multiple blow jobs (including a goodbye blowjob in my car at the end). The smell of her skin alone got me hard; whereas, with an older/fatter chick, it takes a bit more. She was so giving to me–partially because of my improved game (thank you Heartiste!), partially because she’s a young 20’s slut. I could bend her and make her squeal without care or concern; with fatter, older chicks I have to pause to wonder if what I will do will really cause damage.

I tell you it was a fucking hot porno in there when we were going at it. Younger, hotter chicks are the fountain of fucking youth when it comes to fucking. Better sex than any old or fat broad.

I’m seeing her later this week. She’s writing me dirty text messages as I write this here—and complaining about how raw her pussy is. My cock is drained; I can’t even jerk off to porn tonight, because there is no cum left, and it’s too sore to jerk.

Total, pure win.

CONCLUSION

I feel fat and awesome. Goodnight.

How I Know It’s Spring

March 28, 2014

I know it’s finally spring when my masturbation schedule changes.

Usually I’m a 5-a-day-er, which is pretty high, especially if you’re not a teenager.

Yet when spring hits–the so-called “spring fever”–I ramp it up to 10-a-day or more.

Which is what has happened in the last 3 days. My ball sack is pretty shriveled and drained, and I’m still jonsesing to fire up the ol’ internet porn and splooge on an imaginary face or two. So, with that…

HAPPY SPRING, Y’ALL!

p.s. Unlike most guys, masturbation actually makes me hornier.

For most guys, you should NOT jerk off if you want to have sex later that day.  It’ll kill your sex drive.

However, for me, it’s strangely the opposite.  If I try not to jerk it all day, I actually DON’T feel much like fucking that night, and, if I do fuck, it’s with decidedly LESS energy.  But if I whack it like a mofo all day, I’m FIENDING for it that night, and I’ll nail a girl a hard six ways to Sunday–or I’ll be at the top of my player game.

No one ever said ol’whorefinder quite followed the pack.

Why men sleep with hookers

March 11, 2014

Why men sleep with hookers.

Depression Game

March 8, 2014

Guys, I’ve got to say, Ol’ Whorefinder’s been deep in the dumps as of late.

I’ve noticed a lot of niggerfuckers.

A lot of slutty, trashy women have been way too open about their sluttiness.

A majority of the women I see just seem like so much trash.

And I’ve noticed a lot of cockblocking.

I’ve no desire to dress up and game.

Any solutions? Or pep talks?

Since it was Saturday night, I was hoping someone could pump me back into good-ol’whorefinder rape-the-moment mode.

Experimenting With Record-Keeping And Game: A Game Log

March 2, 2014

Many guys have a workout log. For those who are serious about keeping themselves in shape, guys will use the log to record what exercises they did, when, at what weight, how fast they ran, etc.  They also record date, time, weight, and whatever other information they think is necessary.  They do this so that they can track their progress and note when they start backsliding into bad health; in other words, its done to keep themselves motivated and keep them progressing forward.  The better ones also record which exercises or routines are actually bad for progress, and which exercises they absolutely hate to do — the ones that are the most difficult to push through, and thus the ones they either need to eliminate or force themselves to do first.

In addition, many guys in the manosphere have posted “field reports” –posts on game boards and blogs detailing their encounters with women: what worked, what didn’t work, and asking questions of other manospherians on what to do. These are educational, as you get to hear routines and conversations that work or don’t work.   Finally, we have RooshV, a game-teacher, who, in his great book Bang (as well as on his websites) talks about how he learned game through years of recording his attempts and his techniques.

All this is to say that, after the gym today, wherein I meticulously logged my workout, I had the revelation that I should be doing the same thing for game: meticulously recording my attempts, breaking each interaction down into its smallest, most logical components.  I observed the progress I had made with my body merely by forcing myself to write down when and how I had worked out each time.  I’ve done more pullups and heavier squats now, a mere three months after beginning to log, than I ever did before.

This also comes at a time when my game has been terrible. I haven’t had the balls to go and talk to women, as other personal things going on in my life have really gotten me down, and any interaction that I do have with women has been really bad. Low confidence is not a turn on, as any gamesman can tell you (or any female, being honest). A game log would function the same way a gym log would: forcing/motivating me to workout (my game, not my body), to talk to women, to work through this rough period, to show improvement.

So I’ll give a game log a try.  And then report back.

How to Stop Being a Girl’s Beta Orbiter Without Her Knowing It – In Seven Difficult Steps

January 20, 2014

I, like many of the manosphere, am a recovering beta. In my time, learning the dark arts and feeling the red pill’s burn, I, like many addicts, have had relapses and backsliding; we all do. They are old, familiar, nay, ingrained patterns of beta-ness, and we are merely struggling mightily to overcome them; sometimes, we fall short. If you’ve ever known an alcoholic, a fat chick working to thinness, or someone with a “manageable” addiction, this will all be familiar to you.

Now, as part of this relapse, I backslid into becoming a “friend” of an attractive girl. My rationalization — a classic addict’s tact — for just staying friends with this girl were numerous:

  • I had just come out of a relationship that went very badly (depression)
  • we worked together (same field, same company)
  • she had a serious boyfriend who was a semi-buddy of mine
  • she was flirty/tarty, and I wouldn’t have been able to handle her behavior
  • age difference (she was younger)
  • I didn’t currently have a female friend around, and someone (another girl) told me I “needed” one

Most of these would be fine reasons to cut off any relationship with a girl other than keeping her as a mere acquaintance. Heck, I would advise anyone that simply working with a girl at your serious job is a valid reason not to hit it and to avoid anything more than a professional demeanor around her.

But that’s not what I did. Instead of refusing to have any relationship with the girl other than co-worker/acquaintance, I decided I would make her my friend. Why? Based on the facts that I was in need of female validation due to depression from my breakup and that I listened to the idiot advice of another girl.

Now I’ve had female friends before, and there are still a few who are “friends” with me, though I haven’t seen them in years and they live far away. But they fell into one of two categories:

  • Too fat/ugly to fuck
  • Girl’s I’d fucked already

The former category needs no explanation. As to the latter, once the sexual tension was gone, I’d lost a lot of attraction to those girls; yet, in speaking with them, they weren’t complete morons. Generally, these were the libertarian-type girls –one of them actually told me that she’d resolved to sleep with me when I started quoting Milton Friedman. (These girls were down to be fuck-buddies after the fact, natch).

Anyway, I digress. This girl at work — I’ll call her Anna — was definitely attractive. Not overtly so; more of an office 7. Her personality was bubbly and feminine, and she dressed well for her fit, thin, youthful body. She fed my need for female attention while keeping me at arms length. Finally, as a capper, she was from an ethnicity that I’d long desired to bang.

So, with my mind in full denial, I decided I could just be friends with this cutie. Bad move.

One evening, she carelessly broke plans with me — plans I’d been looking forward to all week– because she “didn’t feel like going out.” I got tremendously upset at this and got wildly drunk that evening–and, in my drinking, realized that my emotional response was way over the top to a “friend” situation; I had a full blown crush on this girl while she was getting all the ego benefits of a puppy dog’s love without ever having to pet it.

Fuck, I realized. I was a beta orbiter again.

So I needed to get out of her orbit. The wrinkle was, however, that I couldn’t just cold turkey break it off with her; this is because I dealt with her at work every day, and we had mutual work-acquaintances that were important to my job. Any meanness or coldness could redound against me professionally; unlike, say, Roosh or Captain Capitalism, whose enviable careers allow them the freedom to cut off such emotional vampires, I did not have that luxury. Plus, I felt the guilt of one who invited this problem in — I sought out the friendship with her; thus, I couldn’t be as ruthless as if she had tried to do it to me. I knew better than to let her in.

So below is the plan that I followed to excise this emotional vampire out of my life.  I successfully stopped being her beta orbiter without her knowing it–and thus incurring no job-related consequences. Note that we still work together at the office in a friendly, professional way, and never speak of our closer times –but I am not suffering oneitis.

1. Go Sleep With Someone Else

Sounds trite, but it’s true: one of the main reasons I’d fallen back into beta orbiting was because I’d gotten out of good gaming in my relationship.  When the relationship went south, I was both heartbroken and completely out of practice.  I actually had one sub-5 at a bar–whom I’d weepingly just spilled out the story of my breakup–tell me that I would be great to sleep with once I was over it–then she promptly left the bar and refused to give me her number.  Another girl whom I’d engaged in mild text flirting with told me out of nowhere that she’d never sleep with me.  Let me tell you, I was in a bad state, and these rejections were making it worse.

When I realized my terrible backsliding, I resolved first and foremost to get some damn strange. I didn’t have the money for whores at that point, but if I’d had I would have blown my back account on orgies with the good ones.   I became Roosh-like in my quest to get laid: robotic, unfeeling, and hyperlogical in my quest to get laid.  I cut my hair, hit the gym, and bought a fashion magazine to learn the latest styles to shoot for.  I remembered my old, good openers and hit the bars with a a vengeance.

The smell of beta and failure was strong upon me, however, so it wasn’t an instant success. But when I finally got that 6 into her bed and was dick-deep in her –let me tell you, that attachment, that “one-itis” I felt to Anna became more and more tenuous with each stroke. The next morning, I still had the attraction to Anna– but it was now more properly calibrated.  A couple of more midnight successes reduced Anna’s hold even more.

NOTE: I did NOT tell Anna about my travails at hunting (see below).  Very important to note this: if you want to break from her orbit, the girl does NOT get that information.

2. Stop Texting Her

One of the ways I’d been sucked into orbit is by texting this girl nonstop, especially when lonely. It was always ME texting her first.  And they were very whiny/beta texts –“I’m so lonely,” “why did this happen,” etc.  Tiger Woods’s wussiness had nothing on me.  And it was about 3 of my texts to 1 of hers in response.

If necessary, get a phone app that blocks you from texting her at night (aka drunk apps).  However, don’t block her number from your phone; if she sent a text that got blocked, she might get upset –and remember, we’re trying to minimize work consequences.

When I would get the urge to text her, I resorted to TEXTING MYSELF.   That’s right, at a bar, knee-deep in self-pity, vomit, and Jack Daniels, I would be texting messages to my own phone.  It prevented me from breaking silence and allowed me to see the betaness as a received text.  Strange as it may sound, this was actually helpful psychologically–I felt better after each me text.

NOTE: I actually gave my phone number in my phone a different name (actually, it was “Anna”) so that anyone looking over my shoulder didn’t think I was too nutty.

3. Wait a Day to Respond to Her Texts

Anna wasn’t (and isn’t) a heartless girl; I’d merely given her the goose without demanding payment for the bird.  So, when I’d stopped texting her, she tried texting me to see “what was up” and “if I was ok.”

Now, like any beta orbiter, I still urged to jump on these texts as proof of her love for me, and respond instantly.  But that’s a bad move if you want out of her orbit.  However, I couldn’t just not respond because I was tied to her due to work–that kind of coldness is reserved for attention whores who have no connection to your life.

So instead, I would wait a full day to respond to anything she said–24 hours at the minimum.  This was the same response time she’d given me before, natch.  If she asked why, I would always say I’d been busy and gotten a lot of texts.  Any response would be 2-3 texts maximum and then I’d clam up.

Furthermore, I didn’t explain why I was so busy.  The girl-beta orbiter relationship is partly based on her knowing everything about the beta’s life, and his need to give it to her.  That’s part of the gravitational pull.  By minimizing this, it minimized her power over my life—how could she control what she didn’t know—and my attachment to her—why feel attached to someone who has no knowledge of your life?

4. Set your Facebook/Twitter/Social Media Profiles So That You Can’t See her Updates

Part of the pain of this girl in my life was seeing her constant updates of her time with her boyfriend, her drunken escapades, and the hot pictures she posted online.It tortured me to see those images and words of happiness that she wasn’t having or doing for me.  So I set my news feed preferences on Facebook to exclude her updates. BINGO; suddenly, her flirty photos and sweet protestations of love to her bf no longer twinged my heart.

Now, DO NOT (1) stop being friends with her on social media or (2) block her from seeing your updates.  She will find out about this and get hurt—and, remember, this would spillover into work problems.  Fee free to do this to girls not connected to work, but if you’re tied to your career, you have to treat her with kid gloves.

5. Change your Masturbation Schedule Regarding Her

Some guys, if they get one-itis, refuse to masturbate about one-itis girl.  They’ll jackoff to any hot piece of ass they see, but not her. Pedestal, much?

Other guys furiously masturbate ABOUT one-itis girl to the near-exclusion of every other girl. Some feel guilty, like they’re cheating on her, if they jerk off about another girl. And others, even in masturbating about her, will keep it as wholesome as possible: rosepetals, mutual orgasms, etc.

Whatever your preference is, do the opposite.

If you never masturbated ab0ut her before, do so now, as many times as possible, and in the filthiest ways possible. Imagine her licking cum off the street corner, getting gangbanged, sleeping with animals, having orgies, being choked and slapped, etc.–anything that gets you off and makes you see her as just another piece of meat to use, abuse, and toss away when it annoys you. Trust me, her bf is actually doing some of those things to her, and she is enjoying them.

If you almost always masturbate about her, STOP.  Masturbate about any other girl, but NOT her. You need to break your obsession.  If you slip back into jerking off about her, at least make it dirty–so dirty she’s knocked off that pedestal.  And, if you masturbate about her but normally somehow keep it filthy, do the opposite: imagine her refusing to do those things you love.

I was a guy who refused to masturbate about a girl I wanted until after I banged her.  With Anna, I started imagining banging her bent over a subway turnstile late at night while her makeup was runny and she was dressed like a whore.  Then I moved on to other fantasies–I think I jerked off 6 times one day to her being forced to eat an entire meal with my cum mixed into it after she jerked me onto it.  After that, I started looking at her as just one girl of may–and a girl with a lot of flaws.

In any event, change how you think of her sexually. Furiously.
6. Have a Script For Her at Work Events

Since this is about a work-relationship, you need to have a script to deal with her.  Just like Roosh and others advocate having some good opening lines and stories and threads to have with girls you are hitting on, you need good lines and stories and threads to deal with her inevitable probing and curiosity–without making her feel too shut out.

You should strive to keep casual conversations with your Anna under five minutes, with her doing most of the yapping.  Keep it to the superficial, and about her if possible: her outfit, the weather, the new co-worker, sports, etc.  If she starts moving to personal stuff–or tries a sexual innuendo–smile, and do one of two things: (1) say its not appropriate at work, but you can talk later (and you never follow up); or (2) smile warmly, but then be called off to do some project out of her eyesight.

It’s like reverse game: make the conversations as boring and unsexual as possible.

Anna tried many times at the office to get us back to talking more closely–which were hard to parry, until I realized the girl had an obsession talking about cruises.  The girl LOVED to go on cruises, so I would talk about the latest packages to Alaska, Hawaii, Caribbean, etc.  The technical aspects of the trips and the price kept her yapping.  Once in a while she tried to drop a sexual note to entice me– “and I could wear a bikini, maybe even a thong!”—to which I would smile and continue saying stuff like “it’ll probably be too cold for that” or otherwise be a Buzz Killington.
7. If She Invites You to an Event, Be Busy or Cancel at the Last Minute

At this point, Anna was at least subconsciously knowing that she’d lost her safe, comfortable grip on me.  So she made a few Hail Marys–she started inviting me out to hangout events at bars, clubs, museums, etc.

Now, bear in mind, the entire time before, I’d scheduled things or offered events for us to do together–to my knowledge, she’d never done it once.  That’s classic beta-orbiter behavior: she just sat back and waited for me to do the legwork.  But when I pulled away, she tried to rope me back in by planning those fake dates with me.

Now, for these dates, I was always busy.  If I couldn’t find a legitimate excuse, I would straight up cancel the afternoon of–or, if it was a group-type invent, pull a no-show.  I pulled a no-show on her b-day party and sent a simple text saying I was caught in traffic.  A short text saying “sorry, can’t make it” or “ugh, got caught up in some drama, can’t come” or “babe, too tired to come, have fun without me” will suffice for most of her planned events.

Conclusion

Many may note that my actions possibly increased Anna’s attraction towards me—the failure to answer her right away, the last minute rejections, etc.  Indeed, outside of my deliberate refusal to have deep or sexual conversations with her at work, this entire plan could be a form of hard-game. But you don’t want your Anna in your life for two reasons: (1)  the risk of falling back into beta orbiter behavior is high, given your past actions around her and (2) you see her at work every day. Unless she wants to be fuck buddies–and she needs to say that explicitly to you—she is out of your personal life.

Anna and I still work in the same office; in fact, she’s right down the hall from me. We interact and chat pleasantly throughout the day, but there is no personal spark, as I now just see her for what she is: a moderately cute office drone with a lot of miles on her.  She’s long been single after that bf–the rumor went around that he caught her cheating on him (no surprise there).  As for me, I’ve worked on my game and am quite proud of my mini-soft harem when I’m going good, and not so downtrodden when I hit a dry spell.

As the Captain says, stay frosty, boys.

Your Theme Song

January 18, 2014

If this is not your theme song for the night, do not bother going out:


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