Too Much Sex and Success with Women Can Lead to Burnout

Steph

That’s my kinda girl, and I regularly bang chicks like her here in Latin America, but no matter how much a man loves women, having too many can lead to burnout

I have had unmitigated success with women since learning the harsh truth about women featured on Return Of Kings, Chateau Heartiste, and other men’s blogs. Through the collective wisdom of men on these sites, I’ve gamed and bedded women all over the world, and enjoyed some real stunners along my path of debauchery.

However, as my notch count reaches well over the century mark, I am finding that the more I know about women and the more of them I have flings or short term relationships with, the less I like women overall. I am not the first man to feel this way, in fact a highly-rated novel was published by one of the great red pill authors (before the term was even coined) in 1978 about this very phenomenon.

Here are some of my favorite lines from the book, and how they have helped me deal with my dissatisfaction with women. They may be of help to you, too, if you’ve found success with women and are drowning in ass but have come to the realization there are no unicorns. We can start our discussion by letting it be known that even 40 years ago the decline in the quality of American women was being chronicled by one of the great writers of the day:

American women drove hard bargains and the ended up looking the worst for it. The few natural American women left were mostly in Texas and Louisiana.

Today, they drive impossible bargains and are destroying the society. This is common wisdom in these parts of the internet, so let’s move on to the dissatisfaction that ultimately comes when a man has more women than he knows what to do with. Reflecting the real-life circumstances of Charles Bukowski, his novel Women vicariously details his own success through the fictional character Henry Chinaski. Much like the real-life Bukowski, at age 50, Chinaski finally sees his star rising, and right on cue here come women out of the woodwork ready to help him spend his newfound cash and revel in his newfound status and power as an author.

After a lifetime of low-rent living on the bad side of town, Chinaski is finally about to embark on a new chapter in his life as his success means more booze, bitches and lifestyle accoutrements than ever.

Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!

Indeed, once a man realizes success or simply learns how to game women, he can find himself going from famine to feast in an instant. He morphs from being totally invisible to having sexy women throw themselves at him. And, it’s like a cascade. The more women a man has, the more women want him. However, the same man may find that he is dissatisfied in some way, sooner or later, with every new woman he encounters. In his experience sleeping with and studying the mentalities of countless women, Chinaski summarizes female psychology with one astute paragraph:

Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost pure beauty in another face, totally and enchantingly female. They had it over us: they planned much better and were better organized. While men were watching professional football or drinking beer or bowling, they, the women, were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding – whether to accept us, discard us, exchange us, kill us or whether simply to leave us. In the end it hardly mattered; no matter what they did, we ended up lonely and insane.

This realization, once a man has it, of male disposability, leads to dissatisfaction more than any other, as well as the fact most relationships end in disaster. In addition to the secret plotting and planning women do, and record keeping of every actual and perceived slight a man does to her that will be released in an explosive tirade of venom and vitriol when the relationship ends, the following quote from Women alludes to the fact women are very good at putting on an act when meeting men. They will tailor their act according to the man they’re trying to lure (Schopenhauer called this dissimulation) until he has no more value to add to their lives. I personally call the female “acquisitive” mode the “tuning the radio” phase of the relationship, and it’s fun to make women jump through a few hoops as they try to find which frequency you are on as a man and adapt their act accordingly. Bukowski writes:

Human relationships didn’t work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death – in a cesspool.

Once the real woman appears and the sex and fun phase has passed, thus begins the downswing portion of the relationship. I have been here many times, as have many men, I suspect. It’s when you just want to get rid of the bitch but she wants payment for services rendered, be it material things or your very soul. Another great line from the book describes how women will attempt to take everything of value from a man, including his soul. (Usually, before placing him into the discard pile.)

And yet women – good women – frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.

These days when I see a man with a girlfriend in tow, I always ask myself I wonder how much that is costing him a month? (Women spend 90% more than they earn, statistics prove it).

Wow

The more women you have, the more you begin to see they’re psychologically all the same

No Woman To Run To, Nowhere To Hide

Rather than the pretenses that come with relationships, to me prostitutes or whores make the goal of fulfilling sexual desire much less bothersome, since a man pays for the interaction one way or the other: by either turning himself into a clown, paying for her McMansion and SUV under the guise that marriage isn’t legalized prostitution (when in fact, it is just that), or just avoiding the sophistry inherent in today’s society and paying her up front for intercourse. “Sophistry,” i.e. the use of fallacious arguments, especially with the intention of deceiving when it comes to our base desires like sexuality and dominance, I feel has become much to big a part of our daily lives. Bukowski touches on this “game-playing” in all areas of our lives in the novel.

I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn’t want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn’t understand T.V. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theater and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.

Of course, it’s hard for a man not to become disillusioned with women once a man has seen the following dark side of the female psyche repeatedly.

Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they’ll spit on you…

After a while, and repeated abuse from women, a man just stops giving a fuck. He goes through one woman after the other because he has seen, perhaps, they are all the same and he will never find that unicorn he desires so much.

Then I gave up trying to please her and simply fucked her, ripping viciously. It was like murder. I didn’t care; my cock had gone crazy

As hard as it may be to believe, Bukowski’s character Chinaski touches on a situation many men will find themselves in after a surfeit of tight, young, nubile ass has spread its legs before him. Knowing what women are psychologically and how they view men is enough to take the steam out of the whole interaction when you’ve had more women than you even care to remember.

My cock was hard, but my spirit wasn’t in it.

That’s quite a feeling, when you just don’t care anymore. When you’ve just had too much ass and you can take it or leave it, even though a beautiful girl is spread eagle in front of you. What strange territory to be in as a man, a sexual cornucopia and tired of sex. (It usually wears off pretty quickly for me. But I’ve definitely been there.)

Hopefully, these lines have been therapeutic for the man who has pushed through to the other side and had too much pussy and too much female attention. This is usually the point self-medicating with alcohol, tobacco, and narcotics comes into play, when a man that knows too much just wants to forget what he knows and enjoy the moment. I find getting baked or getting drunk helps alleviate any concerns I might have about banging so many chicks as they help me turn off my brain for a little while.

Even great authors have found discontentment in success. Which is why a man must have higher goals for himself than women. They may be fun to screw around with, but never look for contentment from a woman. That’s a lesson I’ve learned, and apparently Bukowski learned it, too.

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7 comments

  • I agree with allot of this(I’m currently bored with young sluts) but also it just sounds like you have been thinking about yourself all the time, you’ve made it to the top, enough resources and time to fuck woman to excess, you’ve mastered monkey mode, well done. What about the next level, giving back, or maybe relationships beyond sex. Not an easy path but if you mastered the basics, what else is there to do, just going to fuck random chicks until your old and limp? If your strong and powerful, your needed allot of places, ass will always be there.

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  • I tend to tire of any woman after a very short period of time. The sex will be invigorating with a new chick for around 3 months max and then it feels like more of a chore. And 3 months was with a solid girl that met all my requirements to be a gf at the time. I allowed that relationship to continue for a few years and I completely stagnated. Even having a hot girl 10 yrs younger than me madly in love and submissive was not enough to keep me from feeling depressed and shackled towards the latter half of it.

    In my head after I’ve banged a girl once or a few times….even if I absolutely loved the sex, it just seems to me this hill has been conquered. Time to move on.

    You know I agree on the prostitute part. Though I have not yet used their services save for one time when I was 18 I fucked one on a drunken dare. My logical mind says it is a much more honest transaction and one I might find preferable. As the purchaser of agreed services you are in the driver’s seat as opposed to the varying levels of cajoling, constant reframing and often maddening annoyances which many women do in a last minute resistance situation. I’ve walked out on several possible lays which no doubt would have occurred if I had the patience and in my eyes, lack of personal dignity to put up with her antics for just a little longer. I’ve even walked out on chicks after shoving my cock in their mouths which they were happily sucking but decided half way through that she “cant be like this anymore”. LOL. All she wanted was for me to make her feel a little more comfortable. The problem for me was/is I don’t give a furry rat fuck about making you feel comfortable, you are a worthless skank!

    I know my patience and tolerance levels are razor thin so I’m probably in the minority here.

    I enjoyed learning about game and applying it years ago but at this point in my life I’m insulted at the thought of putting in the effort for such a lackluster prize. It is horribly demeaning to even imagine myself as some pathetic dancing monkey.. Say that I gamed a new chick, fucked her good and I’m feeling the surge of confidence and energy from it. But what did I really accomplish?

    Congratulations Johnny Fuckboy, with your debonair charm and cavalier style you are the 338th penis to enter these well drilled caverns. God damn what a fucking winner I am!

    Professionals(escorts) are honest with monetizing the pussy and probably have had to learn some skills and non verbal communications which would make the man feel good while he spends his time with her. In a situation like that at least the man has his fantasy on his own terms and is well aware it is indeed a fantasy. When the lights come on or the final nut has blown we can go back to what’s important. I am perfectly fine with that.

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    • Relampago Furioso

      Great comment. I’ve had well over 100 women (most of which I did not pay for and the ones I did were in places it’s 100% legal to do so) and I already know what deception is going to come out of their mouth before they even get started. My favorite line is “I’m not like other girls.” I hear that one from every single woman that turns out to be just like every other bitch I’ve ever known, except each has their own unique pack of games and lies and expectations about what she’s going to get out of me.

      Honestly, my patience levels are probably about the same as yours. Why all the pretense and bullshit when what I want is pussy and what she wants is money (or the status and power that come with money – same root thing she wants – money!)

      It’s interesting to see women’s hypergamous instincts on full display when a man travels abroad. What wanton whores they’ll turn into, even the most beautiful women, when they think they can trick their way into a nicer place to live and all expenses paid by some gringo. Western women are so spoiled they only turn this way when it’s a billionaire or movie star. Western men’s Beta bucks insulate them from the cruel realities of the world, so they’re free to cross off every decent man there is from their list. Then, tired of being decent men we turn to the dark side.

      Let’s just call sex what it is, services rendered for which women expect some kind of payment. Paying by the hour cuts the bullshit and emotional torment out of the whole deal.

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      • My experiences have shown me that upon first impressions whatever a woman most vociferously babbles on about in describing herself is in fact the polar opposite of who she is.

        Women also project in nearly every topic which comes out of their mouths. Whenever a woman accuses you of something it is very likely it is because she is the one guilty of said crime.

        If a man listens objectively to a woman and her inane small talk, it is very easy to discern minute details about her personal life and psychology. A man just has to consciously redirect his sexual desire briefly and view her as an unfuckable creature. If he can do that when speaking with a woman he can see all the nasty puss straining out the fault lines of her mile wide and inch deep facade.

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  • Great review. Put Women on my to-read list.

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  • Hello RF … Been enjoying your stuff … and I have to say … I kinda thought this piece might be coming. I wonder if it is the women you are burning out on or the constant low-level … what’s the word … disjointedness of living overseas? I’ve tried several times and just flame out after a while, women or no women. Once I lasted over a year, every other time two months tops …

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    • Relampago Furioso

      It’s definitely the women. I’ve been on top of so many lately it makes my head spin. Well, that and the partying and drinking. I actually enjoy living abroad more than I ever did back in the States. I just gotta slow down a little and find some balance. Too much sex, what a problem to have. Sounds like you might have run into the same thing.

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