My First 130 Women: What I’ve Learned
As I approach the big 4-0 in the coming years, I look back on half a lifetime of relationships and sex with women and what it has taught me about them. It has been a quest to find out what every man wants to know about women – what makes them tick. Those experiences are the fuel for the Truth About Women half of this blog. I started keeping a list of women I had sexual relations with about 10 years ago when the list of names of my conquests started getting too big for me to remember. At that time, as an attractive but clueless guy, my count was about 30.
The list just clicked over to 130 women this month, 100 new lays marking a new milestone a few short years after learning the principles of Game from RooshV and Heartiste, among many other fabulous men’s blogs. So, I would say by mere dint of experience as both a Beta and a Sigma male I am more qualified than most men to draw a few conclusions about the most manipulative of the two sexes. You could describe this new chapter in my life as me delving in, getting my hands dirty, conducting hands-on research in the quest to find what really motivates women – and to see if there are indeed any of those fabled NAWALT unicorns out there.
I’ve had them all. “Good girls” like the daughter of an executive who I wouldn’t marry even though it would have (at least temporarily) meant a better financial future for me. (Seeing so many men wasted in the divorce meat grinder was the motivation behind that decision). Then there was the Army sergeant who turned out to have a secret boyfriend in prison she was waiting for while we shared some good times fucking around, and the hardworking Mexican girl I dated for a number of years who was probably the highlight of my entire dating life, and not so good girls like a coke whore who I really enjoyed hanging out with just because she was so laid back and we had fun getting high together. Then there were the threesomes, with me and two girls 7 different times. (You have to instruct women what to do in a threesome, as they’re lost most of the time. That’s coming up in a future article.)
Then there was the cheating girlfriend, cleverly hiding her tracks from her Beta provider after I came over to visit her. One of the standouts was a girl I met online and drove to Miami to spend an afternoon in a hotel with having some of the nastiest, best sex of my entire life with. I got off three times in a row with her in only a few short hours. I had a girlfriend at the time but was able to keep the incident on the DL. Since putting the power of pick up artistry and hypergamy to work for me, I’ve been having more sex with more women than I care to think about. About the only thing I haven’t had a lot of is fat girls. Somewhat ugly girls, yes, there have been a few. But fat I cannot abide by. I take care of myself and so should you.
As I look back at “The List” of bangs, there are memories of big titties, little titties, saggy titties, firm titties, big asses, little asses, tight pussies, loose pussies, dark skin, light skin, women that are good in bed, women that suck in bed, women with rythym, women with no rythym, dead fishes, live wires…all encompassed in the journal I’ve kept detailing my experiences with each one.
Most of the girls on “The List” have been aged 20-30 years old, but there are exceptions like the 46-year old, stacked, black hotel manager (who incidentally had a sister in the WNBA) when I was in college and working on the road who told me “I just love white guys like you.” Next thing you knew we were getting down and dirty in the conference room after midnight. I later met her boyfriend by accident as I was a frequent guest at the hotel, the man I just cucked who was very good to her from what I could gather. Then I met her son who was only a few years younger than me, also by accident. Little did I know, I was just getting started with experiences in reality that were sometimes stranger than fiction.
My sexual experiences have spanned several races and ethnicities – black, Latina, Asian, and white – and I draw on my experiences with them and the experiences of my friends in dating and marriage as “research” for this blog. I also paid attention to what happened to other “good guys” and “bad boys” my entire life amongst colleagues at work. In almost all circumstances, the relationship script adheres to the great work of Rev. Lawrence Shannon and his book The Predatory Female. The one constant among all these women, whether “good girls” or “bad girls” was dissimulation, a concept brilliantly detailed by the philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer over century ago:
For as lions are furnished with claws and teeth, elephants with tusks, boars with fangs, bulls with horns, and the cuttlefish with its dark, inky fluid, so Nature has provided woman for her protection and defense with the faculty of dissimulation, and all the power which Nature has given to man in the form of bodily strength and reason has been conferred on woman in this form. Hence, dissimulation is innate in woman and almost as characteristic of the very stupid as of the clever. Accordingly, it is as natural for women to dissemble at every opportunity as it is for those animals to turn to their weapons when they are attacked; and they feel in doing so that in a certain measure they are only making use of their rights. Therefore a woman who is perfectly truthful and does not dissemble is perhaps an impossibility.
Along the way, there are things I’ve seen that can’t be unseen. Like the divorce of my best friend from a domineering tyrant who ended up being a bitch who cheated and destroyed the marriage, the divorce of my uncle from a useless gossip and subsequent award of his home to his ex-wife, the home he spent a lifetime at a blue-collar job paying for, the divorce of a clueless (about women) co-worker of mine, a brawny Hispanic guy willingly letting himself be cucked by his Anglo wife, and the miserable marriage of another professional colleague that’s currently in separation because he got fed up with her bullshit and denigration. In all of these cases, these men are the “good guys” of society who do not deserve the treatment they get from women.
The conclusion I’ve drawn after a lifetime of experimentation with and observation of women both of high and low socioeconomic status: everywhere I turn there are women using men as utilities and not treating them as human beings worthy of love and respect. They may feign love and respect, but only when the man she is with is providing a benefit to her and a better meal ticket has not yet presented itself. Call it the advantage of having the Golden Vagina, nature’s credit card that women use to the maximum that their figurative credit limit of youth, beauty and fertility will allow.
In my lifetime of ups and downs and sideways, I tried the Beta “nice guy” thing from high school on through most of my 20s only to be repeatedly used. Up through around age 30 I had bedded about 30 women and played by all the rules of society. Since I adopted many of the ideals discussed on this blog and amongst MGTOWs, PUAs, MRAs, and others, and stopped approval seeking, becoming my natural self, a Sigma male I’ve seen my count shoot up by 100 women in that short period of time.
Perhaps what has been most interesting about my writing and blogging experience so far is the unadulterated hate Realtalk generates from certain corners of society for things I see as nothing more than inconvenient truths. It has been said that truth undergoes three stages: first it is ridiculed, then it is violently opposed (we are currently between the first and second stages in the manosphere) and then it is recognized as being self-evident.
When we tell the truth about women as we see it, it’s bound to piss a lot of people off. As Aldous Huxley said, “You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad.” Reinhold Niebuhr knew, the masses of people need potent myths, potent oversimplifications and illusions to keep them on track. In the case of Anglo society, the myth we in the manosphere are assailing is women are all perfect goddesses and men are all evil oppressors narrative, as well as the careerism makes women happy gnome. (It doesn’t and I have been documenting that fact.)
There are those of us who can’t live a life based on a myth, and for whom only the harsh truth will do. Philosopher and historian Oswald Spengler wrote at the end of his great work Man and Technics: Optimism is cowardice. Indeed, it is the brave man who dares think outside the box, not becoming a pessimist but a realist. I find reality is neither optimistic nor pessimistic – it just is, and as I grow older I truly see life as one big cosmic joke being played on all of us. We take it far too seriously. And we overanalyze life, just as most late stage, declining societies do.
No matter what political and popularity contest costs, there are those of us who insist on searching for truth and sharing our findings with other men who can handle the truth. My experiences with such a large and growing number of women have taught me more than any feminist lecture or high minded ideals and societal myths ever could. I share one man’s opinion about my experiences with women from virtually all backgrounds so other men perhaps can learn from my lifetime of experience and “research” dating and bedding women. When dealing with women, aloofness and caution is advised. Don’t get tricked by the fleeting emotion of love only to end up being used.
I have yet to find the “unicorn” even though I’ve been all over the map in my life. Frank Sinatra illustrated the type of diverse life experience I’ve had in his classic hit “That’s Life.” I’ve lived in areas with black majorities, Hispanic majorities, and white majorities in addition to having spent time living in two foreign countries (and counting). I’ve been in the so-called “high class” social circles (which always made me cringe because of their sophistry and courtier game playing) and in the ghettos having a good time with people there who were suspicious of me at first but later said, “This white boy is cool as fuck.” I have been all of these things in Sinatra’s That’s Life:
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I’ve been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
To paraphrase Errol Flynn, if I have any genius at all it is a genius for living. And I’m here to share those experiences with you and create a dialogue for the uncowed and awakening men who are an endangered species in the early 21st century. Experiencing my first 130 women has been one of the best and worst experiences in my life. I’ve learned a lot about women, and none of it was what I expected. But, I’ve been having a good time. Here’s to 130 more, and the ups and downs and life lessons they will bring.
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