The Mindset Which Always Gets Me Laid

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Mind over matter will help you get the bang

Jack Ronin is a Politically Incorrect Correspondent for The New Modern Man. He also runs The Savage Lifestyle.


When I was in my late teens and early twenties.  Much of my actions were centered around appeasement and trying to “fit in” among social groups. Even though it did not feel natural for me at all.  Everyone seemed to agree that you needed to fit in to get what you want out of life.  I found there was an unspoken consensus among my peers that you must fit in even if meant lying to yourself, lying to others and generally behaving like a weak, supplicating bitch.

It made me sick whenever I attempted to go along with the herd.  Whenever I took their shallow advice as something to be learned I always felt an overwhelming sense of self betrayal.  This caused a lot of inner turmoil and self loathing.

When it came to the opposite sex, I never ever experienced success when I took the advice of the weak and attempted to convince girls I was some great guy who had it all together.  A polite and eager chump who was ready to listen to her stupid problems or treat her like an intellectual equal.  Again it absolutely disgusted me to think, this is what it takes to get laid?  To completely abandon the instincts inside whispering “Fuck this shit”.

Failing Like The Rest

I didn’t realize this at the time but most of the advice I was taking was from people who I would laugh in their face now should they attempt to counsel me on anything.  While they may have been able to maintain relationships with the opposite sex to varying degrees.  It was at a cost to their spine and a payment of their balls which I found utterly appalling.

Even as a young, confused and lost boy I knew deep inside this was not the way for me.  The hardest part for me to overcome was finding true belief in my own self, trusting my own instincts and maintaining a zealous faith in my own abilities.  This however did not come easily.  I first had to experience the true nature of women without the rosy colored goggles handed out like condoms in high school.  Also I had to sit in the church pews of some seriously deranged evangelical churches, filled to the brim with gelded males and slutty women.  Churches whose members behaved as if they were drunk and spouting gibberish from their mouths like they have fucking turret’s syndrome.  These same morons would then proclaim with boundless enthusiasm how this was some gift from God.  Imagine if you will the utter debasement I felt actually believing these idiots!

I was led to believe that all my natural instincts were wrong and not to be trusted.  For this was “the flesh” and everything from the flesh is abhorrent and not from God.  Yet putting females up on the podium to instruct the church, lauding single mothers as some great gift for lovelorn men and otherwise behaving like disgusting fake fucks was to be praised as holy.

Perhaps they just had more faith than me right?

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Developing a carefree attitude is key to getting the panties to drop

Countdown To Detonation

Having to suffer through an endless parade of circus clown freaks and incessant preaching about the beauty and purity of women while chiding males for not being man enough was the ticking time bomb waiting for the lit fuse to ignite it’s explosive content.  Still a part of me wanted to believe that I was wrong and could somehow become like the rest.  Having the things they have.  To be happy like them which they seemed to love flaunting to the world.

I even had a young “Christian” girl around my age who manipulated me, telling me she loved me while seeing another guy.  My weak ass fell hard for the emotional blackmail and allowed her ego to swell by having two males dote over her.  She ended up marrying the guy and when their relationship started to have trouble she wanted me to move in with her at another place.  Thankfully I said no to her childish demands and coy remarks that she could make me if she really wanted to.

I couldn’t believe myself for behaving like such a chump.  I was absolutely disgusted.  When I finally realized just how low and pathetic I had become.  I fucking snapped.  I realized if anything, none of this ever felt natural to me and what I really wanted to do was tell them some straight up real talk.  Then I could finally be free of their claws.  I came to the point that I’d rather be completely alone than suffer the wiles of these women.

Doorway To Another World

I had seen briefly the antics of guys who didn’t seem to care one iota about women.  Yet they always seemed to be surrounded by them.  I wrote them off as I was thoroughly indoctrinated.  I completely wiped any reality based truths from my mind that did not mesh with my fantasy ideals.  Finally when I said fuck this and just wanted to be left alone. I discovered another world right in front of me.

I’ll never forget one of the defining moments of my personal breakthrough.  It was my birthday and my good buddy wanted to visit this strip club where we had a friend or two who worked as bouncers.  I really never cared for strip clubs and I had no desire to get blue balls from some mediocre broad.  He kept cajoling me and finally I agreed since we had nothing better to do.  I had been to strip clubs before only this time I didn’t give one fuck about the girls.  Our bouncer friends let us sit in a VIP booth and we had some beer brought to us for free(I forget how that happened).  I remember distinctly that because I didn’t give two shits about being there my body language was completely different.  My arms were spread wide across the booth and I had a look on my face that must have said I simply don’t care.

This one stripper who was devilishly hot came over and wanted to hang with us.  We talked for a moment but I really couldn’t be bothered that much.  I was gonna get fucked up, not spend a dime and enjoy myself regardless.  At some point my buddy leans over and tells me

“She just said you look like fun”.

My boy being a true friend completely pumped my image up to her while I was sitting across the booth with a devil may care grin.  As the strip club is reaching closing time she tells me she will be waiting outside after she changes because a stripper isn’t allowed to leave the place with a patron.

Sure enough she is there when they kick everyone out and follows me home.  Funny thing, she even said “we can’t have sex” as we are heading to the bedroom.  30 seconds later I had some of the best sex of my life.  I fucked her all night.  I literally felt like this girl was fucking me like I’m the last dick on earth.  At one point I’m fucking her from the side and she is leaning off the bed pushing herself up from the floor onto my dick.  That was impressive.  I released all the pent up sexual energy I had on her and was absolutely 100% in the moment.  Perhaps the joy I had in fucking her gave her the impression that I really cared or something.  I fucked her two times and I was done.  I mean hey, it’s a fucking stripper.  I wasn’t trying to hang out or anything.  Apparently she got really butt hurt over this and told my bouncer friend how much of a dick I was while he played the nice guy beta and cuddled her precious tears to sleep.  Never once getting laid.  LOL.

After that experience I morphed into a fucking savage.  All the elements were there for me to become a Beast, yet I had been running from my destiny all this time.  Remember the manipulative church girl?  She called me one day to say she wanted me to be the Godfather to her child and how she was just telling a girlfriend how I am this great guy.

I could only laugh at this point.  The maniacal laughter of a man who has become the Villain.  I told her hell no I don’t wanna be the Godfather to your children and don’t be telling people I’m such a great guy because guess what?  I fucked a stripper the other night and it was god damn great!

I stopped talking to her shortly after that and it felt good.  It’s good to just say fuck you sometimes.  From there I went on to have many many other hilarious stories.

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Becoming a savage isn’t easy, but it will take you much farther than being Mr. Nice

A Savage Reigns

All this shit about being a “good” person is superfluous to me.  Fuck your ideals.  Fuck your beliefs and infantile opinions.  I’m not a good person and if that matters to you.

Go fuck yourself.

This is the mentality that gets me laid and after all these years I’m still surprised at times.  I remember another time when I was bouncing at this bar and some random hot college blond comes up to me with a dumb look on her face and says “I don’t know anyone”.

To this I looked at her and said plainly  “Yea who fuckin cares!” while I  made the motion with my hand like I was jerking off on her.  She storms away and I’m giggling to myself.  About 3 minutes later I shit you not.  I see this chick in the crowd and like a laser pointer her eyes are focused intently on me.  She makes a b-line right to me.  Comes up to me with this look of needful expectation.  Then she literally collapses into my arms.  So I start making out with her hard, pulling hair, grabbing handfuls of ass.  Eventually some friends pull her off and seem really surprised claiming they’ve never seen her act this way before.

I didn’t give one fuck.

As for the modern woman.  I’ll fuck her.  I’ll play with her.  I’ll enjoy the fleeting caress of female flesh.  Then it matters not to me if I ever see her again.  If she were to get hit by a car and die when she left.

There would be zero tears shed.

Zero feelings of pain.

ZERO FUCKS GIVEN.

This is the world the modern woman has screamed and shouted for.  I am going to shove it down her fucking throat with aggression.  Choke on that shit.

Strangely this open disdain and utter satisfaction with myself is the mentality that has never failed to cause women to notice, to swoon, to have their feeble little hearts melt over a man who no longer gives a shit about them.  I’d rather sit alone and ponder deep things than listen to her basement level opinions on issues completely insignificant to me.  I am openly averse to everything she says she believes in.  Every piss weak ideal she proclaims with baseless fervor.  I take a gigantic peanut filled shit on everything her fairy princess world is made of.

Fuck her and fuck anyone else who by hook or crook drowns in the stagnant sewers of mediocrity. I was in the shit once.  Know what?  I rose up out of it with my own hands and my own strength.  I won’t lift one finger to save your bitch ass.

I love to make it abundantly clear just how little I think of nearly everyone.  I love the looks of faux indignation.  The sneers.  The whiny butt hurt.  Yes YES!

Say hello to the motherfucking bad guy.

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3 comments

  • That was GOLD my friend… pure fucking GOLD.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Thanks Vic. Knew you would like it

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  • Backdoor to Hollywood

    Brutal yet honest!! Become your mental point of origin, as Rollo would put it.

    Like

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