A Virgin Mormon’s Journey To Game

A reader who shall remain unidentified sent this story about his first time in a girl’s pussy. Names, venues and locations were changed by the reader to protect the privacy of those involved. I can’t vouch for the truthfulness of this tale. As is usual in these circumstances where anonymity is necessary, the policy is “what you read is what you get”. You may choose to believe or disbelieve.

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Dear CH, this is my story. It is all true and has been edited to ensure real names, venue names and locations are not revealed. I’m not asking for feedback because there is much to read and much to learn from CH, and I simply have a lot of reading and learning to do.

I gift this story to you. I thought of you mid-pump. I could feel your god-like presence looking down on me with a look of patronistic-pride. [ed: no homo!]

Feel free to post any of this on CH, in fact it would be an honour, but I’m satisfied with the hope that you’ll read this and hopefully smile like a father watching his son ride a bike without training wheels for the first time. [ed: i know that feel, bro.]

The following interaction occurred in a country like England or Australia or The United States or New Zealand or Canada. I am 24 years old and recently made a big change in my life; I divorced my affiliation from the Church of Latter Day Saints (Mormons), my ultra-conservative Mormon family and 95% of my Mormon friends. I’m more or less on my own and the ‘moral’ floodgates are open; everything is fair game. This isn’t my excuse for not getting my fuck on earlier though. Had the hot and heavy opportunity landed in my lap (heh), I probably would have seized it. So I’m no saint as I have more than my lion’s share of really big fuck ups, but the few rules I tried to follow were related to drinking, drugs and pre-marital sex, etc. The ones your parents generally care about.

This is a true story with names changed or censored.
This is how I parted ways with my virginity.
You really can’t make this shit up.

(Note: All my life I’ve been a beta/nice-guy/just-friend, I’d never kissed a girl or anything beyond that… I’ve read the beginning of The Game by Neil Strauss up until the part where the NLP guy is doing shit with the sauce bottles. Prior to these events, I had frequented the Chateau less than a dozen times and felt like none of it could work for me… Looking back, I applied maybe 1% of things I had read and what my friends had advised me to do with girls, etc… In the last 3 months I’ve spooned with 3 different girls, the last one of whom I fingered and sucked on her tits (lol, yes, they were all awake and sober at the time also). Ha, the girl I fingered however… Man oh man did I suffer a terrible case of the blue-balls because of it… I could hardly walk or sit down, for the rest of the day. Fuck you 8th grade sex-ed teacher for saying blue-balls is just a myth. Up until the events as detailed below, I was a ‘classical’ virgin to all purposes and extents.

My dear friend Adam said to me after I retold these sordid events to him, “You did what you did as a beta. Imagine what you could achieve if you worked on your inner game and became a lesser alpha…”

Imagine it. Done.

The Dawn of my non-Virgin Self, by “m”.

23 August 2012

It was a Thursday evening and the weather wasn’t great. It had been raining for most of the day, grey skies and general gloom. Fuck it, I’m going out if anyone else is. By the time the night rolled around the weather had changed a little for the better. It was still bitterly cold which is very much par for the course in this city.

At 5:28 pm I texted Jane Stevenson: hey Janey, let’s go out tonight. celebrations are in order 🙂

I went and had a shower in anticipation for the night ahead. No plans were in the making other than the hope that Jane (Janey) would reply to my text and meet me in the city for drinks. At around 10:20 pm with no reply, I called Janey hoping she’d finished her basketball game (she plays basketball on Thursday nights) to see what she was doing. My call rang through to her voicemail and I hung up.

At 10:23 pm Jane Stevenson texted me: Hey! Sorry, I meant to text you. I’m at a 21st at Titanium, so we’re already out. What’re your plans? And what are we celebrating!?

At 10:24 pm I texted Jane Stevenson: haha, don’t bail, i’ll tell you what we’re celebrating when i get there 🙂

I promptly got dressed and fixed up my hair before heading out to the city. I parked in the “Horsing Around” car park and walked to Titanium Bar. Janey and her friend Hannah were standing next to a wall opposite the far end of the bar. I approached them and she noticed me and as we made contact, she put her arms around me, hello, blah, etc. She asked me what we were celebrating and I told her it was somewhat bittersweet… I told her that a job opportunity had come up in the capital city and that I not only got the job, but I was the preferred candidate for the role, “I’m moving away”. Janey and I have only met a handful of times but there has been obvious chemistry each time we met. I should have escalated things with her prior to tonight, but hindsight can go fuck itself in this particular instance. She said something to the effect of, “well I’m sure I’ll see you when you come to visit and I’ll try and come up to see you too”. This I liked. She introduced me to some of her friends and the 21st birthday boy, “[redacted]”.

Being the inexperienced drinker that I am (because of my prior “Mormonism”), I ordered a Tequila on the rocks (Jose Cuervo Especial) and it tasted of unwashed Mexican feet. It also cost me $9. Janey and a couple of her girlfriends were playfully giggling at me because of my drinking inexperience and the faces of pained disgust I was exaggerating. It was all cute, really. I went back to the bar and ordered a Red Bull to clean the flavour out of my mouth and thought I’d mix the two to see if it got any better. It did get a little better, but not by much. The Red Bull cost me $7. Janey advised me to stick with vodka and that I won’t regret it. These fucking prices also, goddamn.

It was decided that we would all leave Titanium Bar and go to McFadden’s Pub. When we finally got there (it’s about 4 blocks away) we were told by some members of the group who had left earlier that it was dead inside and the music was shit (they play the top 40, what were you expecting?), and we proceeded to return to the main nightclub strip. All the while we were walking to McFadden’s Pub and now back again, I was walking beside Janey, talking shit and applying a little kino when crossing the street. I was going to jaywalk in front of oncoming traffic (I would have made it across without issue) and Janey grabbed me by the torso and pulled me back into her, to save my life perhaps (lol). I put my arms around her and said, somewhat mockingly, “what, you care that much for me?” to which she replied, “I don’t like to see people get hurt.” I smirked at her and she smiled. We got to the front of Minq and waited for the birthday boy who had apparently gone off with a girl to get some food, however after having stood in the cold for 5 minutes his friends started calling him to see what was going on. Apparently he’d gone home (I don’t know if the girl went home with him or not) because he’d had a big enough night. Mind you, it couldn’t have been later than midnight at this point. “Some 21st”.

24 August 2012

When we got inside Minq we went to the dance floor and proceeded to dance in the fashion that SWPL youth dance. After about 15-20 minutes we left the dance floor and went to the bar overlooking the dance floor. I ordered a Vodka Red Bull (Red Bull Silver Edition: Lime). It cost me $10. After I finished my drink, Janey grabbed my arm and told me she and some of her friends were going downstairs for a cigarette break. I joined them so as not to be left alone in the club. During this cigarette break, some acquaintances of Janey’s joined us (apparently they were Canadian and [White] South Africans studying at a private school). Though I cannot recall his name, perhaps for lack of caring to, one of the South Africans I will refer to as WK had a keen interest in Janey. To my dismay (beta feelings), she seemed to reciprocate his advances and they kissed openly in the street. He was clearly the AMOG and applied kino aggressively and effectively. He also ‘seemed’ to be quite drunk. When I was introduced to him I simply told him to call me “m” as I ‘own that alphabet’ (and there are instances where I don’t want certain people to know my name). This stuck. Good.

It was then decided that we all go to the upstairs level of Horsing Around. There was more dancing and trips to the bar and more of WK and Janey making out. I tried my best to project an aura of idungivafuq but on the inside I was dying. Being a sports bar, Horsing Around had a promotional ‘snowboarding’ competition where competitors had to ride a mechanical snowboard for as long as they could to win some kind of prize. The mechanical snowboard works in a similar way to a mechanical bull. I got in line as I fancied my chances and managed to steal most of the group to come and watch me. I thought this would be a good chance to demonstrate some alpha athleticism so in my mind, I had a lot to lose if I failed… Behind me in line, I noticed an accent that seemed far from its native home. I turned to see a girl wearing a grey dress, black skin-tight lycra-esque-pants(?) and grey suede heels. She seemed to be 5-6 inches taller than myself (heels included). I said hi to her and enquired as to her place of origin. She told me she was a New Zealander and we started chatting; she was travelling the world and was currently based here working as an Au Pair full-time and as a barmaid part-time. We discussed our chances on the mechanical snowboard and she revealed to me that she has been snowboarding somewhat regularly, “at least a dozen times” back home (this was later evident in her performance). She asked me about my boarding experience and I told her it was minimal at best, but having been long boarding for a few months now, I have a general level of control on a board.

One of the men in charge of operating the mechanical snowboard approached us with a clipboard to sign the indemnity form in the event we should hurt ourselves whilst on their equipment; I think it was also to go in the running for some kind of bar tab prize. Riding the board had a no shoes, no socks policy and after a successful ‘practice run’ I motioned to the operator to let loose. In 15 seconds or less it went from cruisey, curvy sways to actual bucks as if you were going over a mound-field. The third one got me and I fell into the air-filled jumping-castle-like surrounds. I put my shoes and socks back on as the New Zealander girl was getting ready to have her go. She stayed on for over a minute. After she got her shoes back on I congratulated her on her superior snowboarding skills and asked her for her name. She told me her name was Samantha. I said to her, “hey listen, since I might not see you again tonight, give me your number cause you seem like a pretty cool chick”, to which she replied, “but I have a boyfriend”, to which I replied, “well maybe I just wanna be friends…” and shrugged with a look of nonchalance on my face. It did the trick. Perhaps it also had something to do with the fact that she was leaving the club to go somewhere else with her friends and there was a sense of urgency about it all… She didn’t know what her number was by heart but had it saved in her phone. She found her own contact and I typed it into my phone and saved the contact as Samantha Newport (Kiwi Chick). She left and my friends and I carried on for about an hour (drinking, dancing, smoking, etc.) and when we were satisfied that we had had enough, we went to Macdonald’s.

The group walked in and sat at a table, I stayed outside and spoke with a street musician as I’d met him on a previous night out and had heard his life story through song. I feel like we’re more than strangers in an odd sort of way. After some chit-chat, Janey came outside to join me and have a smoke (I don’t smoke by the way) and I introduced her to my Liberian street musician friend. He told her she was very beautiful and that I was very ‘lucky’ to have a girlfriend like her, which made her blush. Neither of us corrected him. I tossed some money into his guitar case and asked him to play a Bob Marley song. Going from the best to the worst wingman ever, he played Redemption Song instead of Is This Love. WK came outside and AMOG’d me by being all handsey and kissyface and whisked Janey away back inside. After he was done playing his song I shook his hand and told him to have a good night. I went inside the Macdonald’s restaurant and everyone was eating a burger or whatever. WK had ordered a side of Janey and was yet again busy eating her face. The awkward thing for me throughout the whole night was that Janey was the only person I knew beforehand. After 10-15 minutes everyone was feeling tired enough to go home. I think it was around 2:30 am. Janey was about to get into a taxi with WK and I called out to her. She came to me and hugged me good night. I told her, “I don’t want you going home with him…”, but she gave me a pained expression and got into his taxi anyway. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that interaction.  I’m not going to assume anything happened or didn’t happen, I simply truly do not care for had this not happened, The following would not have occurred:

Feeling defeated, I did a very beta thing…
At 2:42 am I texted Jane Stevenson: </3
There was no (immediate) reply.

I felt like a loser because I was. I lost the girl I wanted for the night to someone younger than myself, younger than Janey, and I felt ashamed. I decided I’d solo the rest of the night and see how things turn out. I went back to Minq and just as I got up the stairs and walked in, I noticed Samantha the New Zealander girl walking towards me, but she didn’t recognise me (or maybe didn’t want to) so I called out to her and she turned around. I asked where she was going and she said something to the effect of, “I’m trying to find my friends, I think they’re outside or something”, to which I replied, “well text them to come here and stay here and party with me”. She had a look on her face that said “but I need to find my friends, some shit’s going down” and she said bye and left.

At 2:58 am I texted Samantha Newport (Kiwi Chick): come back to the club, i’d love for you to chill with me for a bit

No reply. I felt defeated again. I stayed in the club and watched some well booty-endowed African girls dancing while I sipped my Red Bull. I finished my drink, left the can on a table and walked out into the lonely cold.

DESPAIR

Despair was starting to break me so I went to ground level Horsing Around, a nightclub renowned for being home of the easy pump and dump. It’s not actually that bad and I’d say the whole pump and dump label was applied because of a particular patronage that I haven’t seen there in years, but labels stick.

I wasn’t feeling like dancing or drinking anymore, I’d had 2 (count’em, 2!) drinks and wanting to be safe, I wanted to just chill for a bit to get the alcohol out of my system before taking the road home. I sat at one end of a corner table that some 30 something year olds were sitting at and I watched some drunks playing pool. It was entertaining enough. Directly ahead of me I could see the dance floor and there were still some nice looking girls dancing and whatever. I have to mention this because I witnessed first-hand a truly disgusting thing. A fairly decent looking 40 something year old Asiatic man with a good build and friendly face approached a white girl probably in her early to mid-20’s with thighs as thick as… fuck… my waist? 32 inches? She was by no measure (heh) a small girl. He approached her with a jig in his step which was appropriate for the music that was playing at the time and tried to lean in to talk to her and no doubt invite her to dance with him or join him for a drink. Sitting with her hotter looking friends, she refused him with a look of polite disgust so as not to elicit violence but to also get her message across. This was no child though, being the man he was, he turned around, devil-may-care, and continued his dance walk away from her and back towards the dance floor. As he passed where I was sitting, I called him over and said to him, “What a crazy place we live where girls like that shoot down handsome men like you *wink* (no-homo)”, he laughed and shook my hand and went about his way.

Another 5-10 minutes passed and as luck would have it, I saw Samantha on the dance floor dancing with some guy. She and some guy danced literally towards me and I just sat there, trying to look cool and aloof (dead eyes, left thumb hooked in pocket, right arm stretched out across the top of the seats, etc). I’m not sure where the guy fucked off to, but he left and I poked Samantha in her right ass cheek with my left index finger. She turned around and saw me, realised she’d run into me again and started chit chatting about stuff I can’t remember. Not sure if I can call him an AMOG gorilla or whatever, but this African guy came out of nowhere and started dancing with her all up close and personal and intimate and shit, and I just sat there, cool look of detachment on my face as she stared back at me. After a minute or so, it started to look painfully obvious that his advances and adventurous hands were no longer appreciated, so I motioned with my right index finger a ‘come hither’ to Samantha much the same way you would to a kitten. She came and sat next to me and I put my right hand around her waist (DTF lol). African guy had this hilarious look of ‘what the fuck?’ on his face and though he didn’t say anything, he tried to dance her back into his arms as weird as that sounds, much the same way a peacock would probably try to display it’s feathers more alluringly to a pea-hen that’s been taken away from it. She sat next to me and I didn’t say anything to her or look at her, and she finally said, “I feel so threatened sitting here with you”, to which I replied, “ha, and why’s that?”, and she moved away a bit and said “because you’re being so distant. I moved in closer than before (remember, this is a night club with loud music, conversation is mouth-to-ear with centimetres in it) and said, “I’m distant because you’re cold”. Something in her changed and she moved in and rested her head on my shoulder and told me she was tired. I took her hand and drew circles in her palm with my index finger and when she asked me what I was doing, I told her this is how I get to know the girls that I like. She laughed and I asked her where she lives, she told me and I told her “I can drive you home if you like, you’re on my way”, and this seemed quite agreeable to her.

We went to the dance floor, she said bye to her friend who was dancing with some other guy and we stepped outside. I took my jacket off and wrapped her in it (she had her arms crossed) and she protested, “no it’s okay, blah blah blah”, and I told her to shut up and accept chivalry when it’s given. No further argument. I’ll skip some of the detail here because I don’t want this to be on par with Lord of the Rings. We got to my car, drove to her place, I pulled into her driveway. I said to her, with the engine of my car still running, “I don’t want this to be goodnight”, to which she replied, “what do you want?” … She leaned in close to my ear, her breath heavy on my neck and I said after a slight pause, “I want to spend the night in you”. She started kissing me and was quite bitey which I found quite funny, that is to say, she was biting my lips and not particularly lightly either, and it should be noted that this was my first kiss. We made out for about 30 seconds and I knew I had to escalate shit fast. I gently pulled away from her and my lips finally left the vice-like grip of her teeth and I switched my car engine off. I got out of my car walked around to her side. She’d already opened her door and I gave her my hand to help her out, she got out, started making out with me in the street and I pulled away again to lock my car. She led me to an intercom panel to gain entry to her complex where the key to her house was biometric security based; her right index finger to be precise. She walked me through the gate and told me to stick to the wall as I walked as there are security cameras and she’s not allowed to have company in her house.

Everything at this point felt surreal. Here I was, having just had my first kiss(es) with a pretty good looking girl and she was leading me into her bedroom. I knew I was going to get my fuck on tonight, I could just never have anticipated things would have been like this. We got inside, went up the stairs and into her bedroom. She started profusely apologising for the mess in her house (she later said she’s OCD about tidiness and even a few things here and there drive her crazy) and I told her it didn’t matter. We sat on the edge of her bed and started making out again, but having read my friends’ sisters’ girly magazine with him when I was 12 or 13, I knew about girls having this erogenous zone or something that goes from the lips to the neck to the shoulder, kind of like a triangle. I started working that area with my lips while I had a hand on the small of her back and another between her legs on her upper inner thigh. She started moaning so I assumed I was doing it right. Haha, women’s magazines actually serving a purpose for once.

She asked me how many girls I had been with and I told her not to freak out or panic, and I made a zero with my thumb and index finger. She didn’t believe me and I told her this isn’t the kind of thing I’d lie about, especially in this particular setting… She got upset and said she didn’t want to ruin me, that it wouldn’t be love or real, that I deserve to be in love with the person I want to share my first time with… I deflected all of her concerns telling her she couldn’t ruin me because I have a strong heart, that it didn’t get more real than this and what we were about to embark on was love itself, etc. Pretty much anything to get around her negative emotions and get her back in the mood, and never mind her boyfriend whom she loved, his name didn’t come up once. Retrospectively, I find it quite funny how beta I acted as the crescendo of the night was in progress, statements like, “omg ur so bewtiful” and “i’m so lucky 2 b here wit u”… The heat of the moment I guess. Now, this was an unplanned adventure so it was raw. Later it got rough, but it was all certainly raw. And had there been a condom in sight, I still probably wouldn’t have used one, but having learned mid fuck that this girl was into EVERYTHING, I wish I had had a condom to explore her rectum with my hardware.

We undressed each other and these motions of pre-programmed human-ness took over. I don’t want this to sound clinical or overly nerdy, but it felt like two machines were interfacing with each other to perpetuate the operation of a greater task, it was awesome. We started at around 4 am and I felt like I was in a porno, we did everything; missionary, her on top/grinding down hard, cowgirl, doggy, sideways, lotus… My mission objective once shit was starting was to get her to cum which was on a psychological level very important for me. A few months ago I watched a how to video on youtube and the girl advised the digital insertion the index and middle fingers with a “come-hither” motion. I think I felt her g-spot and I focused on massaging her insides with that lump as the base of operations. Again, through observation of my subject, I can only conclude I was successful in my endeavours; she kept rolling her eyes into the back of her head, she was biting the skin on her upper arms, her torso and legs were convulsing… Shit was cash. Between her uncontrolled movements and bodily shudders, she looked up at me as perplexed as a betrayed friend and said, “how the fuck is this your first time?” I didn’t bother answering but I can only say it had something to do with watching lots of porn, reading parts of e-books that deal with this subject and actually caring for her sexual needs instead of getting hasty and just sticking it in. I did want it to be a little special after all.

I ate her out and she tasted of lemons and limes (she said it was because of her diet), she sucked my dick and I realised I am extremely ticklish around my upper leg area, she left scratches on my back that led to some high-fives in a steam room at my local pool when the question was raised. After I missionary’d her for a while, she took out her dildo (not sure if I was being inexperienced with her goods or if she wanted double penetration, but I watched her operate on herself which was quite a visual experience. At one point when I was giving it to her from behind I spanked her and she managed to say, “*moaning* ooohhhhhh, oh, oh, oh… oh baby, c’mon, you can hit harder than that, C’MON! *moaning*”. When I had her on top grinding down on me, she put her hands around my throat and started to choke me, and then she realised what she was doing and apologised. I would have laughed but I was too in awe of the hilarity of the moment. At another point I told her I wanted to try a porno move on her (throat-fuck) so she lay on the bed with her head hanging off the side and I docked my shuttle with the international space station. The best part was when I pulled out and that throaty mucus was dripping off my dick. Towards the end of our romp, I still hadn’t cum, not from lack of trying mind you. I have this dangerous desire to fuck a woman in the hopes of getting her pregnant and never seeing her ever again, only to be confronted with my bastard years and years later in an angry, violent confrontation. First world problems I guess. Anyway, I would have blasted inside of her with even greater recklessness as I had discovered a foreign object inside her which she told me was a Mirena, an IUD that provides 99.91% protection from conception. She also told me not to fuck around with it because it cost her $7,000 to buy and have it inserted. Back to me, I’m done with her and I was jacking myself as furiously as possible because I really really really (obviously) wanted to at least cum on her on in her mouth or pussy… I had actually tired myself out. At this point in the morning with the first rays of the sun lighting up the sky, we were both dry; inside and out, tired and sleepy. She tried sucking and jacking me off, and I would get close to climax, but it was like trying to start a car with engine problems. My legs were shuddering in a way that doctors would probably describe as exhaustion due to extreme physical exertion. My kingdom for temporary pre-mature ejaculation… Anyway, we cleaned up, got dressed kissed goodbye and she walked me to my car. Just as I got outside the gate, I turned towards her, placed my left hand on the small of her back and right hand down the front of her jeans with my fingers back inside of her. I took my fingers out after a few pokes that made her roll her eyes back (again), put my fingers in her mouth and she sucked them clean. I kissed her goodbye.

A phone call some hours later and she told me she had been too tired to go to work and had got in trouble from her boss AND that she felt extremely guilty for what had happened because she loves her boyfriend.

Although I didn’t get to deploy my weapon’s payload, it felt like a complete victory for a first time combatant (kind of like the snipers from the movie ‘Jarhead’).

As I got in my car to drive home, I checked my phone…
At 6:25 am Jane Stevenson texted me: Ahhh! I was one of those awful drunk friends…sorry! We’ll have to catch up again when I’m not being retarded 🙂
“Catch up” indeed.

Post-script

Having read the recent CH article ‘Hot Girl Crazy’, I can confidently say that Samantha lives in this bubble others have constructed for her. She says this about herself, “I’m a confident girl and I was so sure of my self I felt I had to step out of my comfort zone to find some insecurity to secure”. She lives a very good and easy life (the top 0.00001 percentile in my opinion); she resides in one of the most executive suburbs in my city, drives an expensive European SUV, has her apartment serviced daily (cleaning lady, refrigerator is restocked, etc) and this is all paid for by her employer. She is the most glorified nanny I can think of. Fran Drescher’s ‘Nanny’ character doesn’t even come close.

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“M”‘s story sounds plausible. A man’s first time is never as smooth as he imagines it will be. Halting beta missteps peppered with brilliant flashes of accidental alpha attitude typically characterize the virgin’s introduction to the world of vagina. There were some truly cringeworthy beta moments in his recollection, but on the whole his strategy was sound: he kept up the physical and emotional escalation while deftly handling the logistics. And he never let the AMOG blowout of his oneitis suck the life out of him like it does for so many recovering betas in similar scenarios; his mood remained engaged and his attitude positive.

I do think this young ex-Mormon, having now tasted the fruit of the tree of knowledge of poon and pickup, will awaken to a world of wonders, and will probably get married a lot later in life than his religious brethren who stayed in the fold. And he will never look back.





Comments


  1. I also had difficulty to cum in my first times.

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    • It does happen to some guys. I came just fine the 1st time, but I do have a friend who couldn’t come with his 1st girl, in fact for his first 3 times. Seems to have been doing fine since then, though.

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  2. If I had to pick the top underlying reasons why guys take my class it would be

    #1 – Religious upbringing leading to crippled adulthood.
    #2 – Borderline Ex-GF leading to weird ideas about women.
    #3 – Computer science major.

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    • on September 5, 2012 at 3:42 pm Great Books For Men GreatBooksForMen GBFM (TM) GB4M (TM) GR8BOOKS4MEN (TM) lzozozozozlzo (TM)

      If I had to pick the top underlying reasons why guys take to da gbfm’s ass it would be

      #1 – Religious upbringing leading to crippled adulthood.
      #2 – Borderline Ex-GF leading to weird ideas about women.
      #3 – Computer science major.

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    • Just for those guys who don’t know what I mean when I say “Borderline” I am referring to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borderline_personality_disorder

      I bet 20% of you have dated someone like that.

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      • on September 5, 2012 at 7:53 pm obviouslynotanonymous

        Recovering from one myself. I have certainly lost a great deal of my sanity, and have been struggling to regain it since the long, drawn-out, soul-destroying, madness-inducing, horrifying experiences with a BPD. The BPD women….man, I can empathize with those who’ve suffered similarly (seems like our experiences with them are 99% alike, from what I’ve read). It’s very difficult to describe, let alone comprehend. Part of what makes it so damaging is just how confusing it all is, how difficult it even is to describe things, and then what terrible shit one is able to describe, how sick or bizarre or simply wrong it is revealed to be, which makes it that much worse.

        No one should witness someone they “love” slashing at their wrists with a sharp object, bleeding all over the place, and eventually cutting you in the frantic process of not-knowing-what-the-fuck-to-do and trying to stop her; and then being blamed for the threats turned into reality “because of you” or because “it’s your fault” (as one example I wish I didn’t have). And how it all happens, out of no where, and then how once the event has transpired, it’s as if, or assumed, or appears to be, as if nothing at all happened….just onto the next thing, diddly-doo-dah, blow jobs and pancakes, and then the next explosion, much like the Hot Girl Crazy post’s list (if that’s the one I have in mind), so much crazy shit so constantly, like one HUGE SHIT TEST with so many different mini shit tests thrown in that you’re literally busy and completely consumed to the point of retarded exhaustion with trying to make sense of whatever the fuck is happening in the relationship that you can’t do anything else all the while whatever energy you have and whatever personality is being sucked vampirically out of you as you acquire super shitty negative traits they project onto you to make you worse and feel like you are in fact wrong for whatever and are to blame, etc…

        And it’s always too late with them, by the time you’ve been able to identify the insanity, it’s like you’ve lost your very Being, and don’t even know where to find What you think once may have existed as You, and you feel bad about it all, feeling like you are wrong, and have been the cause and reason for this other persons pain taken out on you, which you haven’t been wrong about (or have you?), but you still feel like it, and then the sex, the connection you feel (or want, or desire to have again; reality just topples, and everything changes), the rewards, the projections, the idealizations, and then you’re just fucked because now you have your guard up, but also have let your guard down and are more open to just viewing all women as fucking nuts, and you basically become narcissistic and will be one of the men that cause women like her to exist in some roundabout way, and so continues the cycle, one thinks, and I could go on, but that doesn’t fix anything, now does it?

        I thought the Mormon’s story was interesting. His attitude was generally and pervasively positive, reactively speaking. For his first time, it sounds like he did well enough, even if he couldn’t bust his nut. Or, sounds like she was pretty into it, at the very least. Good job.

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    • That was my first girl, super crazy, very on/off, dtf one moment, cold the next. God, it was a nightmare, but I finally realized the truth of girls after getting over that bitch.

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    • I think # 2 is more common, but good list.

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  3. In other news, an ultra-conservative Mormon man would rather fuck cock-carousel sluts who’ve welcomed untold numbers of penises into their vaginas than live in a society where it’s ok to practice polygamy with a bevy of 17-year old virgin brides who will serve him faithfully.

    The grass is truly greener on the other side.

    [heartiste: there are two false premises embedded in your comment. i’ll let the readers figure out what they are.]

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    • False premise n°1: Not all non-mormon girls are sluts.

      False premise n°2: Not all mormon girls are virgins.

      Do I get a cookie?

      [heartiste: actually, you got one i missed. both of yours are correct, plus there are the additional false premises that all mormon sects practice polygamy (they don’t), and that every boy in a polygamous mormon culture will grow up and marry multiple wives (he probably won’t). simple math disabuses us of that last premise. if one man gets, say, four wives, then three men will get no wives. the odds of our intrepid ex-mormon reader, then, of going wifeless if he stays within the polygamous mormon fold are 75%. leaving the religion to game random girls in the outside world sounds like a better deal.]

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      • “the odds of our intrepid ex-mormon reader, then, of going wifeless if he stays within the polygamous mormon fold are 75%.”

        i don’t think very many men have more than one wife … so his odds of getting married were probably better than mine … still he chose to do what he did. what an idiot.

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      • Also keep in mind there are only 10,000 members of the “Fundamentalist” LDS Church, and no more than 60,000 offshoot Mormons who advocate polygamy (and even fewer who practice it). The actual LDS Church has a membership of 14 million worldwide, and they stopped performing plural marriages in 1890. So the polygamy issue is really out of the question. The real question to ask: is the possibility of finding a less slutty, more accommodating Mormon girl worth the sacrifice of (likely) having to wait until marriage to get laid?

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      • It is a running joke between my wife and myself that when we hear someone married a mormon girl, that she will be a) Obese and b) blond. We’re right on both counts about 60% of the time, and right on at least one count about 90% of the time.

        So your 17-year old virgin thing means nothing to me if she is a fat blond land whale.

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      • I thought Mormons were known to be generally attractive. All of the Mormon girls that I knew from high school have had a couple of kids already, but they are all still skinny.

        And even if their belief system is even weirder than most other religions, Mormons are usually very nice. All the Mormon girls I knew have blogs about their families and are really into Etsy and cooking and volunteering and other legitimately nice things.

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      • Well, I must admit that I’ve only known about 300-400 Mormon women, and only had sex with 3 of them, living in California, Utah, and Nevada. So my sample size is rather small.

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      • Happened to a Mormon lieutenant I used to work with. His wife was cute, fit and blonde when he married her. Two years later, she was forty-fifty pounds heavier, and not so cute anymore (still blonde, though). But then, I’m constantly amazed at how many military guys have wives blimp out on them like this, so maybe it was more that than the Mormon bit.

        To Sally’s point below, Mormons tend to have a more traditional approach to raising daughters – marriage, kids, domesticity, at any cost. Ever heard the jokes about BYU?

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      • I lived in a heavily Mormon city for a while and went to majority-Mormon high school in the late 90s. Mormons are generally good-looking and fit. While there were quite a few chubby girls, very few of them were fat and none of them were obese. They certainly took better care of themselves than the non-Mormon white girls. I will agree with you that most of them were blonde.

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      • Mormons on average live 11 years longer than other Americans, have fewer social pathologies, more wealth, and better health. I’m not a Mormon, but they’re doing something right.

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      • I used to work for a mormon, and went to a few mormon weddings. Every single girl was

        1) HOT
        2) already married by 22.

        Most of my experiences with mormons since then have been similar.

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    • I come from a conservative background and my life plan is to fuck as many cock-carousel sluts as possible, and then settle down with a virgin. For that purpose, I still have a strong bond with my family, and I can afford to live a double life because I’m in another city.
      Family and family’s family and friends of friends of the family can be useful to help me spot a pretty virgin bride in a few years when I’m ready.

      My only concern is not to saddle her with an incurable std. I still got morals.

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      • Too late. You’re fucked. Happened to my grandmother. Grandfather rode the cock carousel, married virgin grandmother gave her an STD. She lost the second child died of cervical cancer very young (HPV?) Grandfather’s house had all the clocks set on the minute to her death until the day he died.

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      • My biggest fear is marrying a guy that has ridden the vagina carousel. I’m already too old to not marry a guy who hasn’t been around a bit. I’d hate to repeat my grandmother’s fate.

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      • I’m actually quite bitter at the fact that I’ll probably get HPV from any guy I marry.

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      • If you’re 26 or under, you can still get the vaccine for that. Although there are plenty of other nasties out there, and yeah, I worry about that myself too. I’d personally rather not marry some guy who’s been gorging himself silly on the feminist idiocy of our gender for the past decade, but as a virgin myself, I’d like him to have at least a little experience.

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      • Do you really think those guys are the marrying type? The difference between the women on the Cock Carousel and the men on the Vag Carousel is that the women still expect to get married. Most of those men have no intention of doing that ever.

        [heartiste: there is no such thing as a vaj carousel. there is only the price of the vaj ride that a man can afford. cock carousels, otoh, are free to most women willing to step up and go for a spin or twenty.]

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      • Vagina carousel? lol
        Compared to cock carousel, it lacks that je ne sais quoi. And it reeks equalist retardation.

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      • It ain’t a vagina carousel… it’s more a water slide.

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      • I have to admit I lol’d at that comment.

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  4. didnt read the whole thing… sex without love is gross and feel sorry for these two people who did that …

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    • stay away from sharp objects

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    • Sounds to me like he loved the hell out of that poon. I only feel sorry he didn’t cum. And in my experience, the people who say “sex without love is gross” usually aren’t very good at either.

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    • I agree, Maya… a man should have some genuine affection and feelings of possibly settling down with her before he gives her the high, hard one up the ass.

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  5. I’m a 20 year old college student virgin who has also never even kissed a girl. This story gave me goosebumps. Truly awesome and inspirational.

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    • It was cool, but let’s draw some limits on the awesomeness, shall we:

      The main strategy seemed to be that an early twenties male hung around a dancing hotspot all evening up past 2:30 during which he’d lost a hot acquaintance, Janey, to a younger male she’d just met but whom she clearly ended up having first night sex with (she was up past 6).

      I’d have to see what Janey and the birthday boy’s girl looked like in comparison to Samantha before I’d call all this awesome. I’d like to read the field report of the AMOGer who got Janey and see some photos. 😉

      The lesson learned is that some au pair girls intend to get laid when they go out dancing but often decide to make their decision based on what men are available after 2:30 when she has to work, take care of kids, in the morning.

      It’s apparent that giving her phone number out does not cause a girl to stop her subconscious plans to get laid by someone who doesn’t just take her number. That is valuable insight.

      If this guy had just kept her number and called it a night, like most guys would, he would have missed out. He got lucky this girl was irresponsible to her employer as well as a slut.

      He didn’t deliberately stay either. He wanted to get sober enough to drive.

      Very few men would want to go through the mind-numbing process of hanging around a dance venue with the smoke and crazy loud music trying to play a girl who had already given her phone number to him.

      I guess the lesson is that, if a woman gives you her number, keep on gaming her for the SNL as if she hadn’t done so.

      And that might be a very valuable piece of advice indeed. Lots of PUAs advise men to get the number and clear out of there fast. I disagree and this post vindicates my belief that one shouldn’t clear out so fast after securing the digits.

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      • In fact, this story is depressing.

        I have normally made sure that a woman who gave me her number at a dance venue went home before I did. This story confirms that, with those who seemed like they were just getting started on the evening, I may as well have thrown away their numbers right there.

        With Samantha having to be at work in the morning, her being up and looking to get laid at 2:30 shows not only an outrageous character problem but it must have been like she was ovulating and had a strong physical urge that needed to be satiated, but only by the man who could stick it out and watch her dance with other men the longest, the man who could behave most like Velcro.

        In a non-feminist country, maybe she’d have been doing the employer and getting a good night’s sleep so she could care for his children. That would show better character. 😉

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      • “With Samantha having to be at work in the morning, her being up and looking to get laid at 2:30 shows not only an outrageous character problem but it must have been like she was ovulating and had a strong physical urge that needed to be satiated, but only by the man who could stick it out and watch her dance with other men the longest, the man who could behave most like Velcro.”

        1. Wanting to get laid at 2:30 is a character flaw? She’s a goddamn au pair. What’s more important — getting paid dogshit to babysit brats or getting laid???

        2. The male that outlasts all others is the male that gets laid. Watch National Geographic, for crying out loud.

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      • on September 6, 2012 at 3:32 am Mr. Pointyface

        She’s obviously fucking her employer, if she’s really an “au pair” at all.

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      • on September 5, 2012 at 10:43 pm 3rd Millenium Men

        “the main strategy seems to be that an early twenties male hung around a dancing hotspot all evening up past 2:30”

        Yes but that’s not the main issue at play here. It’s that the kid went from being at a standstill to banging an awesome girl. Ie he went from 0-60. That’s a MASSIVE change. It’s not that he went from pulling 7s to 8s. It’s that he’s thrown off the last quarter century in how he’s been raised and casting those beliefs and that way of life aside for pussy.

        I’m interested in what led him to make those changes.

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    • Enroll in Ballroom Dance 101. Work your way up from there.

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  6. tl;dr

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  7. When guys write these long stories, occam’s razor says they’re probably true.

    The idea that a male would feel the need to anonymously brag with lies doesn’t make sense and I’ve noticed over time that those most likely to say “this can’t be true” are often the lurkers such as married guys and older females who don’t practice game themselves and feel envious or left out when they see actual field reports of success instead of theory.

    Field reports often go into detail that a liar wouldn’t make up.

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    • I’m not obsessed with the idea of spotting keyboard jockeys. If it’s obvious that they’re making shit up, I’ll just laugh it off. But if the story sounds halfway plausible, I just take it at face value. Who cares anyway, you’re not gonna remember everything that you ever read when you’re out talking to girls. You will just have your fundamentals to rely on. And reading PUA forums or blogs like this one do slowly reinforce your fundamentals because most of what is written is simply true.

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      • Even then, what you may have found “obviously made up” may not only have been true, but something you could have gotten your best lesson from.

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    • Nobody is claiming this story is false because it is very obviously just an average “guy gets laid” story, albeit in excruciating detail. Nothing outlandish or unbelievable here at all.

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    • Here’s a true story. Every time I ran some game on a chick and she dropped trou without putting up a fuss of some sort, my dick wouldn’t get hard. Just would not compute with the erectile machinery I guess.

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    • Why are you so sure it was written by a guy?
      The deliberate attempt to hide where this occurred was also suspicious.

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  8. Where does this man live? I’m trying to figure out why it was bitterly cold in August.

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  9. Question that is somewhat relevant: how should you treat an ex who cheated on you? What if she says she wants to make up for it somehow? My approach so far has been complete freeze out with no remorse; with the added benefit that she knows I’ve been with other girls. it seems to me that anything less would be uncivilized, but open to suggestions.

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    • 3 months, anal only.

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    • Keep her as a fuckbuddy / FWB and never take it any further.

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    • Just don’t put her in the freezer.

      It doesn’t take the authorities long to find the perp when they discover a body frozen solid on the side of the road in mid-July.

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    • If you really invested in her and truly loved her etc… suck it up and leave. Just leave, never talk to her again, and drown your sorrow in other girls’ vaginas.

      If you didn’t care about her that much, keep her as fwb. Living in abundance is cool, but wasting free pussy is a shame, especially if you’re not tired of fucking it.

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  10. would so hate to be kiwi girl’s boyfriend right about now

    but would so love to see his story on reddit.

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  11. Long and boring. Not useful. He lucked into it, no deliberate actions, the girl he really wanted got her guts pounded by an alpha youth.

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    • That’s the field report I want to see.

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      • Alpha guy report:
        Went looking for some weekday strange after fucking my gf in the ass an hr ago. Ran into uber slut Jane in some bar. Took her outside while some weird guy stared at us from across the bar. Lol I think he texted her while I was fingering her up against the wall. She gave me head in the cab and I came in her hair while texting my gf. We had a good laugh when she told me he said “I don’t want you going home with him”. White knights gonna white knight I guess.

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      • Ice cold.

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  12. Janes’s next… bend over, baby, here comes Christmas!

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  13. The inability to blast a load is on the unbelievable side, though maybe he was drunker than he realized. Or maybe all the Red Bull created a cocaine-dick like effect. Otherwise I’m guessing he had the stereotypical “this is awesooogrunt!” experience shortly after he entered unsheathed.

    That chick has the most expensive IUD in the world.

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    • That IUD remark made me instantly not envy this guy because it means she was used to having a lot of sex, whether just with one guy previously or not.

      I will occasionally do a non-virgin, but along the lines of “he and I experimented when my parents were not home on two weekends”.

      Mormon Guy didn’t estimate the counts on these girls. Was Janey low count? Was Samantha low count?

      But about not being able to blast, that can happen often enough.

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      • But for virgins? I lasted about thirty seconds my first time and friends reported the same, but it’s been a while. Maybe the young guys are more hardcore and the younger and hotter aren’t so tighter anymore.

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      • I squirted on contact. I lasted about two strokes my first time.

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      • Two pumps and a shiver, heh.

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      • I couldn’t cum on my first either, which I adjudge to these factors:
        – Condom
        – I used to jerk off often, so my dick got disensitized and prevented from premature ejaculations
        – I was tired from walking all day long

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      • I couldn’t come my first time, or second, or third pretty much, all raw as well. Extremely drunk each time, and circumcised, so extreme lack of sensitivity. It’s 50/50 even at the best of times.

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      • Haha I hadn’t even jacked off once in my life before my first time way back in hs.

        Came the moment I stuck it in

        The look on her face still cracks me up

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      • I can remember a couple of times in my teens when I had to fake it because it was less than 12 hours since the last time and I just hadn’t reset yet. Ah, youth — when you could get an erection even if you didn’t really feel like fucking!

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      • Based on Janey and Samantha’s end-of-the-night activities, I can’t imagine either of them being low count by anyone’s standards. Also from what I’ve encountered, South African guys (both white and black) have a very sleazy, sexually aggressive style of game that would scare most “good girl” types, so sucking face with one in a club is another count against Janey.

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    • “The inability to blast a load is on the unbelievable side”

      Nah that happens a lot. It’s just psychological. The guy goes into the whole thing thinking too much about how his performance will be (esp if he’s 20+ and self-conscious about his lack of experience, plus porn makes real women less exciting, plus often these guys have religious/”moral” beliefs about sex which is why they were virgins for so long etc). So in his head he starts worrying and stressing himself and then when he doesn’t come in the stereotypical 30 seconds he’s supposed to come he spirals down into thought-loops like “why aren’t I cunning? Omg what if I can’t come? Everyone said I’d cum in 30 seconds the first time! Am I doing it wrong? C’mon cum dammit cummmm fuck she’s probably wondering why I haven’t cum yet c’mon c’mon c’mon”

      And it just gets worse and worse lol it’s perfectly normal, it’s just a result of focusing on psychological headspace noise instead of shutting off the brain and just being “in the moment”.

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    • Maybe he couldn’t blast a load because of the oddball circumstances.
      Who the fuck goes from virgin to porn star in one night like this guy? I think most of us fooled around with girls in middle school… phasing through kisses, handjobs and blowjobs before starting intercourse.

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      • I had a pretty pornographic first experience..but the way she was moving just didnt get me off. Takes practice to get everything going right..and to find a girl who knows how to blow your socks off.

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  14. Jesus wept…

    No, not that Jesus…

    I’m talking about Hey-Soos, the maintenance man who was banging this slut on the nights she came home empty-handed.

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  15. There is much in this story that sounds authentic: who would make up being unable to come?
    That doesn’t mean that the story is accurate in all details. What smells fishy is that “She seemed to be 5-6 inches taller than myself”.
    What kind of virgin would have the heart to pursue a giantess who stands head and shoulders over him?
    But let’s be charitable: 5-6 inches might be a gross overestimate. Maybe he doesn’t even know what it’s like to look up to somebody 5-6 inches taller.

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    • He was depressed and hanging around to get sober. Like jiggling a loose tooth, he watched the slut dance with other men and not know what she was doing the entire night until she was tired enough for him to offer to drive her home. His main alpha move was saying “I want to spend the night in you”. A lot of guys would let her out of the car after making plans for the next night.

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    • Giantess, or regular girl in heels and he’s a little short.

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  16. This is a very plausible scenario for a rAFC (as it’s a prototypical night on most college campuses), but since it happened to a Mormon virgin who never even kissed a girl before, I’m a bit skeptical of its authenticity. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Sluts gonna slut, Mormons don’t bust a nut and the world turns.

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  17. In his inability to cum, he nonetheless provided sufficient material for many of the readers here at the chateau.

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  18. on September 5, 2012 at 4:06 pm theislander829

    Seems plausible to me. I can totally relate to the parts in which he’s dying on the inside while trying to appear aloof. When you don’t have real abundance and have to fake it, this is what happens.

    I remember an instance where I’d just broken up with a girl I dated for years. My friends would all go “ah, you’re fine, dude, look at you! It’s like you don’t even care”. Meanwhile, on the inside, I was dying.

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  19. This story sounds very believable to me. The first time that I got laid as an adult, it was at about 7 in the morning (after a night of swigging from a gallon jug of smirnoff and oj.) Between the perils of drunkenness and the rudimentary push-pull game that I’d been playing with this half-black/half-Japanese candy raved, my body didn’t know what to do when we finally crawled off together. We weren’t as extreme as the OP (IIRC, we stuck to missionary, both cowgirls, then doggy), but she eventually made me come by sucking my balls and playing with my frenelum. At about 9 AM. Drunkenness+masturbation trained dick=increased stamina.

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  20. One does not need to verify that current Christian religious teaching tends very much towards beta behavior. Or if its needed, let me verify. “Sexual sin” is scandalized while gluttony is encouraged with donuts in the basement for the after church party which annihilates the only God sanctioned avenue of a chaste wife turned fat slob. You also got to stop jerking off pronto cause God is watching you. No one steals, curses, murders or drinks, but every college boy thinks he is at the gates of hell “struggling with lust”. Age appropriate singles groups also encourage dysfunction. Hows the 34-44 group sound?

    The plus side is you are more likely to find a virgin before marriage and before 22, very likely.

    I too was under this rubric early in life. I was not an old virgin since I strayed but also “reformed” on and off only to realize that all and all, it was an insane existence.

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    • Just curious, as I can relate, how have you come to grips with things after existence lost meaning? As in, what’s kept you sane?

      I have never done well with authority, so naturally the church (in which, or through which I was raised; private christian school and all – required I test in at 7th grade when I transferred form a private Catholic School I’d attended since kindergarten; was one of 15 children who passed the test that day to be allowed admission into the school – like hardcore & weird shit now that I think about it – testing into a super expensive Aryan Christ-cult School, taught by lunatics, and ran like an asylum breeding ground for rich whites – there was one black kid, and about maybe 5 asians when I attended) and the Christian community didn’t fare well with me from a young age, however I drastically wanted to understand and believe what these people who appeared to be so happy did or had (which I was made to believe was REAL Faith – which apparently I didn’t have, because of whatever they’d tell me – I was getting in trouble as early as 2nd grade with the Church, eventually not allowed to participate in religion class, because what questions I’d ask or argue would apparently frighten or hurt other good Faith-harboring children’s perception on Christ and the Church – which, eventually, also thanks to my parents divorce and no longer being allowed to participate in communion or the weekly Confession with the priest, prevented me from being molested by what was learned years later to be one of the typical little boy fucking catholic priests of our era – I mean I didn’t understand later how lucky I was in a roundabout way that I didn’t have to go talk to that weird old man in the special room like everyone else, Confession started the year my parents divorce happened, so I wasn’t allowed, and instead was also sent to the school counselor, where I’d be read a picture book about The Divorce Dinosaurs or something along those lines, and talked to about how I was going to be OK, and that even though what my parents did was wrong, it wasn’t a reflection of how bad I was – all shitty ideas I didn’t have until they were suggested by counselors in the first place.

      Anyway, I wanted to have faith, to experience G-d, and to be a Good Person. But I never could; always getting in trouble, everything I did was always wrong, and I was always punished, and didn’t understand why, what made me so terrible to be treated how I was vs. the other kids who were dumb as the rocks they were throwing at me who were applauded for their natural inclination to do exactly as they were told, which translated into an eventually short-lived all-important high school football career, acceptance to expensive colleges, and early marriage via the church and church-community, with some high-paying executive position doing what they probably don’t even know they’re doing via the connections of their already established family name and business associates, etc…

      So, after you’ve deleted G-d (this is the issue I’m struggling with right now) I don’t see what else there is to hold onto. I’ve tried to separate myself from my ingrained belief system, but find without it my Mind has no foundation for Reason. I mean everything has become void of purpose. Existence is a burden. I see no positive things that can come from living. I simply feel like I’m waiting until I die, after I suffer for some time whatever I will suffer. And I feel that even to complain about it is wrong.

      I remember feeling bad when I’d do certain things that I knew were against the church, however I never understood why I felt wrong for doing what people outside of the Church could and did do without consideration.

      I think the church is half the reason a lot of us are fucked up. It ruins your ability to function. You basically are raised to either fall victim to the Church, or to be a victim of having to deprogram yourself from the very thing that kept you going and accepting of your every shitty experience until that possible moment you decide it’s bullshit. Then, the realization that it is bullshit, in a way, gives it a certain appeal, that I find confusing.

      I feel like in knowing that I am an Atheist, I can now become the greatest Christian if I wanted to; I could be so great of a Christian, that I could start a church, write books on how to live, and spread a message to save others from their sinful lives, and turn them to Christ, via my platform of spreading massively potent manipulations to those in need.

      So, what I’m asking, is in growing up with G-d and Faith and returning and leaving the Church or the community or the ideals, eventually dropping all of it, what keeps you sane in that regards, spiritually, as it was apparently something which you were in the least curious about, however aren’t any longer?

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      • You speak of great dissapointement. I too see what is going on in the Church, and how they are using it to their own ends, but i’am telling you today that that isn’t the Church that He had in mind, and i bassically hate it as you do. What i do not hate is God, and those that belong to Him, and that is a radically different to what you have witnessed to be a Church.

        I was sinner before and He had turned me to His ways just before it became too late for my life to normally continue(would be endiing in a correctional facility, dropped out of school…). He opened my eyes(I hate too, when this phrases are used all the time by the people that didn’t experienced nothing, and that just looks pathetic…), to see His light. Shortly after i became “the victim” of that false morality that you’we felt on your skin, and after some time started to look how things really are, and started to change, and while douing so even felt encouregements from The Lord, even when it all seemed at odds with the “Christian morality”. it wasn’t all good but i had to experience the bad, to feel it on my skin, and to see into the consequences myself, since a lot that is forbiden shouldn’t be forbiden in all of circmstances.

        Lord has told:”blessed are the meek”, but was He meek in pursuing His will and rebuffing the Pharisees? NOT. He said:Love your neighbour as thy self, indeed, and yet: “Be wise like a serpent”, so do we have a contradiction in here? Nope. So how to be this and that at the same time? read about lifes of the saints and you’ll see what all of that actually means, and what means love thy neighbour like thy self, it’s really not all as it seems on the first glance.

        Another thing is that “nobody can come to Me if hasn’t been pulled by my Father”, so i wish to you best in your life, and that you come to know God, and His truth.

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    • Wow!
      Can’t agree on that… Jesus was the dominant guy everywhere He went after age of thirty, look at how He shamed, and moraly beat the authority of the Jews, and got thousands to follow Him. True that He hadn’t had a woman, but than on the other side, there were many woman that followed Him.
      Do you know what was probably in their subconsciousnes?

      It’s the particular Church that advocates such things as you described, but Christianity’s history is full of alpha like behaviour, saints mostly, of earlier Church esspecially, i mean agressive, dominant and thus very hot. And if you’re to be Alpha in Christianity you would found your examples in plenty, starting with Jesus Himself.

      True enough you wouldn’t find “sexual” alphadom but would really find encouragement to be dominant, agressive in pursuing your life, and strong. Pussy, WILL come once you’ve mastered these. This “restrictions” if applied corectly, after time, will give you immenense mind power that will make your inner game unflinching, and strong. Especially if you had spiritual experience of the Holy Ghost and continue in His ways, He’ll provide for you – along with your own effort to learn game and keep His commandements.

      It’s great shame that if you believe it to be true, but quit it because you can’t get pussy as early as you would like. If you believe Him, don’t walk away. He knows that you need girl, He’ll send some, but even in that circumstance you can always ask for what would in your opinion be “better”, and continue to put effort to that “better” girl/s, don’t be afraid to ask anything.

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    • “you also got to stop jerking off pronto cause God is watching you”

      This causes my testosterone to reach bad-motherfucker level (in an aspie virgin context, of corse). I’m surprised church guys aren’t more alpha.

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  21. “My mission objective once shit was starting was to get her to cum which was on a psychological level very important for me. A few months ago I watched a how to video on youtube and the girl advised the digital insertion the index and middle fingers with a “come-hither” motion. I think I felt her g-spot and I focused on massaging her insides with that lump as the base of operations. Again, through observation of my subject, I can only conclude I was successful in my endeavours; she kept rolling her eyes into the back of her head, she was biting the skin on her upper arms, her torso and legs were convulsing… Shit was cash. Between her uncontrolled movements and bodily shudders, she looked up at me as perplexed as a betrayed friend and said, “how the fuck is this your first time?” I didn’t bother answering but I can only say it had something to do with watching lots of porn, reading parts of e-books that deal with this subject and actually caring for her sexual needs instead of getting hasty and just sticking it in. I did want it to be a little special after all.”

    This fucking resonated into my mind. It happened the same to me, but she didn’t ever know she was my first. On the other hand, I used a condom, which made it impossible for me to orgasm. She was flabbergasted, and now I understand that in the precise moment, her hamster went on overdrive, like RooshV says:

    http://www.rooshv.com/it-doesnt-matter-if-she-orgasms-or-not

    Some time later, she told me she was on the pill and that I could go raw. I did (as risky and stupid as it sounds), and I can now say it’s one of the best feelings you can have, ever. The only thing that can compare is a blowjob from a talented performer.

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    • Meh, try getting circumcised and then see how good it feels.

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    • “she looked up at me as perplexed as a betrayed friend and said, “how the fuck is this your first time?” I didn’t bother answering but I can only say it had something to do with watching lots of porn, reading parts of e-books that deal with this subject and actually caring for her sexual needs instead of getting hasty and just sticking it in. I did want it to be a little special after all.””

      lol ya this was pretty much my experience. I actually stopped telling girls I had recently been a virgin because they just wouldn’t believe me and thought I was lying because I was getting them off so well. So like my 3rd girl had thought I had been with dozens of women lol

      But it was the same reason for me, I was a virgin in my computer room watching porn and reading articles and ebooks and guides and shit on how to get a woman off because my exact thinking was “it’s going to be so rare that I’ll ever have sex with a girl that when I finally DO I’m going to know EXACTLY what I’m doing damnit!!”. This was before I found PUA stuff.

      The knowledge has served me well lol once again I highly recommend Squirting 101 and David Shade’s sex stuff (the “deep spot” etc)

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  22. I enjoyed this story as it reminded me A LOT of my own early PUA days.

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  23. O/T, but for some reason I’m curious about the effect of single mothers on their sons. Do you think boys raised by over-nurturing single mothers grow up to be pure-betas or higher-betas / lesser-alphas?

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    • When I was younger my mom kept trying to betaize me. I think it depends on the mother. I notice if the mom is bitter with men, particularly alpha males who pumped and dumped them, they try to make their sons soft. Even though women compete with each other on a individual level for men, I notice they have an ability to come together for the collective good of the female gender to fight against men. I believe my mother was thinking she didnt want me hurting women when I grew up, so she would try to do team women some justice by making me beta. She felt like she was making the world a better place.

      I truly believe my mother, and some other single mothers have such a spiteful and resentful hate for alpha males who didnt commit to them, that they will neuter their own sons to

      1) Get back at the father who refused to commit by lowering my chances of passing on his genes.

      2) Protect other women from men even if its their own sons.

      3) Easier to control their sons. This may only apply to women with high testosterone. My mother is a high T women who is good looking symmetry wise, but has masculine facial features. As expected, she likes to control, and has a nasty temper when she doesnt get her way.

      Fortunately, I have her temper and refused to be tamed by her. Oh, I was still a beta male for sure as I was afraid to talk to girls, but I refused to allow her to make me a beta male. At the time I didnt know any of the terms like beta and alpha male, but I could sense my mother trying to suck my masculinity out of me. As I said, at the time I was perfectly fine being beta if it was of my own doing, but something about allowing my own mother to make me beta never sat well with me. I was the beta male with everyone else, the stubborn alpha male with her.

      In conclusion, some single mothers are simply so spiteful, they will neuter their sons and sabotage their own flesh and blood to get back at the father, and maybe men in general.

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      • Thanks for the reply.

        Now I’m wondering what an unspiteful / undamaged woman’s effect on her son would be. Like if she was a military mom who lost her alpha husband in a war or something. I wonder where her son would most likely end up on the alpha/beta scale.

        My mother was also a spiteful woman who had to settle with a beta husband and had a deep hatred for all things male. I also lacked identity / masculinity growing up and was a beta until I learned game.

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      • I think there’s a good chance they may still turn out bad. With no male role model and testosterone beginning to surge at puberty, they will begin to have strong urges to gain status. Depending on the neighborhood they grow up in they will join a gang to gain status. Just about every gang member comes from a single mother home.

        With no father to tell them they should gain status in more productive ways, they turn to criminality, or sit in the house playing video games all day. The thing with single mothers is they dont have the physical strength or aura to intimidate a 14 year old who is intent on doing what he wants to do. On the other hand take the father who has a deep voice, much more upper body strength, and the aura to make a teenager back down without throwing a single punch.

        The soft voice and body language of a woman just isnt convincing. If the teen of a single mom become a trouble maker I admit that doesn’t make them beta, but bad as in a menace to society that very well could end up with them in prison. Imagine the father showing him game, and teaching him that he doesnt have to go down a dead end path to be alpha and get women.

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      • “My mother … is good looking”

        So do you fuck her?

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      • Oh of course

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      • No offense, bro, but I think I want to fuck your mom.

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  24. It is really common for someone out of their teens to have difficulty orgasming on their first experience.

    The good thing is that now that this experience is under his belt, his belt will be unbuckled by women on a regular basis.

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  25. The punishment for infidelity should be death.

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    • Well go and live in Afghanistan where it is you dickhead.

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    • Agree.

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    • But only at the husband’s discretion… and by his hand, if that’s the verdict.

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    • For women and betas.
      Women of course because of the heavy price of female cuckoldry.
      And betas because being with a beta is excruciating enough for the woman. If he cheats, he can go to hell.

      But alphas should get away with it. Or just let it be at the woman’s discretion. Alphas will naturally be spared, except if they abandon their primary partner.

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      • Should have been more clear.. I was referring to female infidelity.

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      • “Women of course because of the heavy price of female cuckoldry.”

        Heavy price for whom? Society? What if the intended provider is on a short, overweight and timid side while lacking in extraordinary talents, and his woman cheats on him with more intelligent, assertive, talented and physically fit men? Clearly, such a woman would benefit society as she’d find a way to pass on more genes from superior men while having those offsprings provided for by the genetic undesirables. That’s what most of the birds do and their species are better off for it. Slavic village men were also required by the elders to honor and support the women of the village who spent a few nights on the ships of the invading Vikings (usually by choice) by marrying them and raising any resulting child as their own. It’s perfectly logical. The village benefited from the strong Viking genes in the next generation, and the most that could be done by the shmucks who couldn’t even keep the Vikings away in the first place was to help raise the village’s own viking warriors which was a much better contribution than whatever would come from the shmucks’ own sperm.

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  26. on September 5, 2012 at 5:34 pm stevie tellatruth

    Heartiste,
    True story or not, this kid did a good job writing this tale. Might take your job someday.

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    • You’ve got to raise your standards… most of the reading was the equivalent of hearing nails plow furrows on a chalkboard.

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      • I personally can’t understand why, if he was a virgin, he never blew his load. There must be something else going on.

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      • I’m guessing guilt and nerves. the little man inside kept whispering to him “What the hell are you doing here?”

        They say a stiff dick has no conscience… but it’s always attached to an even bigger sex organ… the brain.

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  27. Although I lost my V in my 20s (religious upbringing) I had made out, etc with plenty of girls. Since I am a charismatic dude, inevitably girls would ask how many partners I had in the heat of the moment. I managed to dole out a great line and have stuck with it ever since:

    “There’s no way I can tell you. You’d freak out if you knew the number.”

    -M

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    • Same story. Religious upbringing, Lost the V in the 20’s, yada yada…

      The funny thing is, in the years right after I lost my V-card, I purposely never kept a notch count because it was embarrassingly low. Then I started racking up notches but never started counting. Now people call BS on me when I tell them I have no idea what my # is. (Although I can extrapolate based on yearly averages, et, but it’s still at odds with the players who’ve recorded every single one.)

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    • “There’s no way I can tell you. You’d freak out if you knew the number.”

      I like that line. Good way for a virgin to answer if he is ever asked.

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  28. If you are a late virgin dont tell it to the girl while you’re about to fuck her. The girls in this story freaked out, he handled the situation so he can fuck her anyway but he also could have stay virgin that night. Never tell it to the girl.

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  29. Sure, he nearly failed many times, but he never gave up and ended up with a great outcome. Right the fuck on.

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  30. OP’s is a true story I tweeted about recently. I have no idea why in the christ he added so much excruciating detail, but the guy was obviously happy with his little achievement here. If tl;dr, I do urge you to skim through and pick out the details.

    Cliffs for the lazy:
    1. Beta virgin
    2. Cool kid, but beta life, religion, pedestalization and inexperience really fucks with a guy
    2a. Even no experience in the vices, thanks to religion
    3. After learning just a few snippets of game, he already had contacts for a number of cute girls in circulation.
    4. Beta spirit may die hard, but can be overcome with flashes of alpha.
    5. Night out on a solo mission, he lost his virginity in a same-night lay to a solid 7+/10
    5a. While at the same time, getting her to cheat on her boyfriend

    6. Heartiste’s summary is correct
    7. Cliffs longer than OP, fu

    For all the downsides, and there certainly were some, remember that this is his first ever lay. I think it’s a pretty good start.

    Oh and fun followup, his first introduction to the hamster too – After sobering up, she sent a scathing text message to him for ‘taking advantage of a drunk girl’. Yes, the virgin who was also drunk that night.

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    • on September 6, 2012 at 3:01 pm RappaccinisDaughter

      A “drunk” girl who somehow managed to strap it on tight enough to sneak him past her boss’ security system. Riiiight.
      No wonder so many of the commenters here don’t seem to think much of women.

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  31. Nice exercise in creative writing.

    btw IUD insertion doesn’t cost anywhere near $7000

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  32. Great post. More posts like this please. You must get lots of e-mails like this. So please post them.

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  33. Wow…liquid courage led to sex with a slut. Give that man a Pulitzer for this writing.

    I was more disappointed with his approach with the other girl. That was the one he wanted to be with.

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    • Wow…liquid courage led to sex with a slut. Give that man a Pulitzer for this writing.

      -1 for the sarcasm but LOL anyway.

      Women today are unpaid whores searching for a pimp to “dignify” their “liberated” lifestyle.

      Enter the phenomenon of game.

      Without the strumpet pandemic there would be no power of the PUA.

      [heartiste: faithful, non-promiscuous men and caddish, promiscuous men are attracted to the same righteous T&A and the same kinds of beautiful women.]

      So while they denigrate sluts, they depend on sluts, are pointless and impotent without sluts.

      [you are trading in the tired, hoary cliches that feminists and omegas grease their egos with — sluts are not magically different than nonsluts. women are fairly universal in the kinds of men and male attitude and traits they find sexually attractive.]

      Cognitive dissonance. Hence the hypergamy corollary: science says it is impossible to require a woman to control herself, all women are secret whores waiting for a hustler to coax the skank to the surface.

      [some women can restraint their impulses better than others. and given strong enough incentives from a plethora of high quality options, it will be the rare woman who can keep her inner whore caged.]

      I’m just trying to figure out the etiquette. Do we encourage women to be sluts or discourage them?

      [even the virgin girl relents and sullies herself.]

      Matt

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      • “Sluts gonna slut” so a man might as well benefit from it.

        Pointless without sluts? Nope

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      • Sami probably has a manjaw too

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      • Matt, unfortunately there are times when a gathering at the chateau reminds one of nothing so much as the party scene from Metropolis, the energetic crowd of PUAs and sluts gleefully shouting:

        “Wir wollen zusehen, wie die Welt zum Teufel geht!”

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      • That’s corrupt human nature talking. I read all this stuff so I can get a hot wife who’s attracted to me without having to convert to some stupid religion. Being a virgin because you can’t get laid is quite different from abstaining until marriage because you want to.

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      • Everyone believes in “some stupid religion”… ironically, often the godless beliefs are the most stupid of all, as modern history shows.

        That said, I wish for you a good wife… if she’s hot as well, then skoal!

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      • Everyone believes in “some stupid religion”… ironically, often the godless beliefs are the most stupid of all, as modern history shows.

        Oh yes, I count SWPLism as one too, don’t you worry.

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      • you are trading in the tired, hoary cliches that feminists and omegas grease their egos with — sluts are not magically different than nonsluts

        Nothing so hoary or whorey. To assess PUA power properly, an honest analyst would have to control for the fact that women’s clothes are halfway off already. It is easy to bewilder a woman who hasn’t gotten the proper anti-bewilderment training in her childhood, a training that prevents the sexual war of all against all we are enjoying today.

        even the virgin girl relents and sullies herself.

        Okay then. “Encourage the slut” it is. Resisting the inevitable is a pious charade. When’s the next Slut Walk?

        I don’t blame you for not having the requisite vision to square this circle. But the inconsistency makes for grand confusion among your mid-pump-dreaming fanboys.

        It’s obvious enough: we shouldn’t just be discouraging the sluts, we should be openly shaming them (as you do in the abstract even while you’re reaping the fruits of their sluttiness). Sure, that would make the PUA job harder, but what alpha isn’t up for a little challenge? The added benefit is society won’t disintegrate forever.

        You will not own up to the limitations of hedonism, despite occasionally/unintentionally writing against it in your sociological treatises. You could unite your formidable skills to an effort greater than your own self-pleasure if only you would pause for a moment and consider that unity a possibility. “We are met on a great battlefield” in a war of creative destruction. There is plenty of destroying left to do, if only you had the moral imagination to realize your selfish ends could be elevated to the means of a new creation.

        We have to clear the field of every last feminist runt and slut before making a world worthy of our sons and safe for our daughters. Who better to perform the slut sweep than a man who has made an art of dominating women against their conscious ideology, and more important, has led other men to do the same?

        Don’t go out a snarky, fey bard sniping at men poolside, like Truman Capote squealing to get his dick sucked. Rather, take arms as a leader of the Fuck Corps come to visit systemized comeuppance on a generation of whores who still smugly believe they “can have it all.” Enough of the aging gadfly shtick, it ill-becomes you. That was fun for a thirtysomething. It’s time to rise to the moment. Your generalship is waiting, as soon as you find it within yourself to put down the umbrella drink.

        Matt

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  34. He’s lying about at least a few things…or she did. Chicks don’t pay for their own IUD’s. Nice try.

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  35. And they only give that type of birth control to women who’ve already had at least one kid. But, uh this kid has better fiction than Barnes and Nobles.

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    • on September 6, 2012 at 12:32 am Rihanna Deserved It

      IUD’s are only given to mothers? Someone please explain.

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    • Not true. Nulliparous women can get an IUD, just fairly difficult in the US. Partly due to the Dalkon Shield debacle leading to infertility fears, and partly because as it’s a uncommon choice in the US, doctors often don’t have enough experience inserting IUDs through a never-opened narrow cervix.

      Europe/China/Australia, no problems. Bullshit it cost $7000 though.

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      • on September 6, 2012 at 10:35 am RappaccinisDaughter

        What struck me oddly about the story was both the price of the IUD, and her enjoining him to “not fuck around with it.” IUDs are generally fairly difficult to remove. They don’t just come out during regular intromissive sex.

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      • She was probably talking about total cost, ancillary expenses associated with fucking every good looking guy she came across, such as abortions, STD treatment, and maybe even the therapy to tell her it’s all right to be a slut.

        The “don’t fuck around with it” was meant as symbolic communication, meaning “don’t try to really reach me, I want to remain a slut but you’re kind of affecting me…”

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      • LOL, that’s some good accounting.

        On another note, I have a friend who got an IUD. She’s married with 3 kids but she wanted to delay having any more for a few years. She still got pregnant… why do people assume they’re golden if there’s an IUD involved? Imagine if she decides to keep any spawn resulting from their tryst. Yikes.

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  36. John
    When I was younger my mom kept trying to betaize me. I think it depends on the mother. I notice if the mom is bitter with men, particularly alpha males who pumped and dumped them, they try to make their sons soft.
    ——————————————————

    Yep. Single moms try to make their sons into the nigga they should have married; full retard beta.

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  37. Kiwi chicks are such whores.
    Good story though.

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    • lol @ banging a kiwi chick raw dawg. The dude probably has some green stuff growing on his dick right at this moment.

      Never fuck a kiwi.

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  38. I’ve never had a woman ask me my “number” right before I banged her. Does that really happen?

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  39. I’ll dissent… the post was NOT far too long; we need detailed field reports so us recovering betas know how “it’s” done. We don’t need them all the time, but having this type of post once in a while can be quite helpful.

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    • Agreed.

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    • I didn’t read it cause I skimmed it and realized it was like 20 pages just to read about a guy getting one awkward lay. And not even a guy that anyone here can probably relate to (any virgin Mormons learning game reading this?).

      There are good field reports out there, but this reads more like a romance novel than a structured breakdown/analysis of solid game to learn from.

      It might get newbies who’ve never gone out to actually go out though, if they read this and realize that they could be having random adventures themselves by going out and approaching girls. Unfortunately most newbies are content with just living vicariously through reading romance novel style reports like this.

      Good to have some field reports here but an FR by a Tyler Durden type is light years ahead of an FR by a newbie where how he did on the mechanical snowboard is worth a paragraph of details lol all good tho, at least it’s not a race discussion

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      • I agree that having intermediate and advanced (and not quite so long) FRs to fill out the picture would be valuable.

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      • “at least it’s not a race discussion”

        Actually I was just about to say that I don’t have issues with mormons, but niggers can go fuck themselves.

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      • Amidst a gasp from the genteel crowd, Melanie Hamilton Wilkes fainted dead away.

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  40. This story is fake. But a good read nontheless..

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  41. Girls from New Zealand are massive sluts. Just sayin.

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  42. FWIW-
    A Mirena IUD device (a Bayer product) costs a doc about $800. Most mark it up to about a grand or a bit more. The typical charges for an IUD consultation and the insertion run approximately $150 each. Total, on average, a Mirena install would run, from soup to nuts, approximately $1300-1400, and that’s a pretty good average in the US. It’s my business to know this stuff.

    A Mirena IUD is installed INSIDE the uterus. I’ve never myself been with a woman that had an IUD in her, and am unsure if it’s even possible for a man to feel one during sexual relations.

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    • on September 6, 2012 at 3:03 pm RappaccinisDaughter

      There’s a little string that hangs outside the cervix, for removal purposes. I’m told that some men can indeed feel it.

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  43. There is a short article on body language in this month’s Details and I thought of you guys. CH has talked about this already but this is more a practical how to and less a theoretical why.

    “New research published in Psychological Science reveals that people who spend two minutes in a ‘power’ pose increase their levels of testosterone and lower their levels of the stress hormone cortisol.

    […]

    The best ways to stand and deliver.

    Superman pose, with your legs in a wide stance, hands on hips.
    Sit with your legs stretched out, feet on desk, hands clasped behind your head
    Stand with your legs wider than shoulder-width apart, arms raised in a V”

    This can affect your whole day. Fuck coffee. Do this shit.

    Imagine if you held these poses all the time.

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  44. on September 6, 2012 at 1:33 am Diogenes the Cynic

    Bitterly cold in August? Sounds like anytime in San Francisco after 5:00 P.M. In fact, it is cold most of the time here.

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    • My guess is the virgin Mormon is an Aussie, since he uses Brit spelling and speaks of N.Z.ers and Canadians and South Africans as if they were foreigners. And August in the Southern Hemisphere is like February here.

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    • Pussy. Try living in Kanada.

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  45. Mormons have relatively decent families and social structure… Yeah, you’re gaining access to some sluts, but long-term reducing your chances to have a strong family. To each his own. Also, your desire for bangs comes from your genes wanting to reproduce themselves, but that not actually happening with these sluts. The pill changed the game but nobody told our genes.

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    • Not really – getting some bangs puts him in a better position to attract a suitable mate when he does want to settle down. If you don’t have game, you will be forced to settle for what you get. With game, you are actually in a position to choose.

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      • I agree. Game is crucial for ONS and LTR alike. And yes, getting good game and understanding women before LTR is a good idea. This is not my point. My point is that, if your goal is having a strong happy family, its better to stay within the Mormon community.

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      • “Communities” which abound in good girls hardly exist anymore. If a young man wants a family, he has to become a master of navigating the minefield that is the hookup culture. An inexperienced man does not stand a chance. You have to venture into the dark recesses of your consciousness, to gain experience. Only then does a man stand a chance of finding a nugget of gold in the dregs. There is no way to do this without fucking yourself up. Same way it is not possible to fight a war and not be fucked up – but you gotta do what you gotta do.

        Or the other option is to become a celibate monk.

        There is no third option anymore. esp. if you are 24 years old.

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      • Don’t compare finding non sluts to war.

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  46. What could he had done with that AMOG, when he was there before him, and he was already making out with her, wouldn’t that be strange that she leaves AMOG for him in the same social circle, same night?

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  47. Hannah…. Janey…

    100% He is an Aussie all right.

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  48. Completely believe the story. Have seen people I know similarly leave full-on religions.

    The fact he went from being a virgin to picking up a girl in a nightclub is a massive transformation. Sure he could have been smoother, but who gives a fuck? The first time any of us tried any type of sport I’m sure we weren’t the smoothest people on earth. Michael Phelps wasn’t the smoothest swimmer the first time he got in the pool I’m sure.

    Give the guy time. Heck, if he wants to contact me I’ll train him for free.

    The Mormon church on sex: Within the LDS Church, chastity means more than abstinence from sex. It means to be morally clean in “thoughts, words, and actions.” It also means sexual relations are only permitted between a husband and wife. The church teaches its members that “no one, male or female, is to have sexual relations before marriage. After marriage, sexual relations are permitted only with our spouse.
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_chastity

    “Among the most common sexual sins our young people commit are necking and petting. Not only do these improper relations often lead to fornication, [unwed] pregnancy, and abortions—all ugly sins—but in and of themselves they are pernicious evils, and it is often difficult for youth to distinguish where one ends and another begins. They awaken lust and stir evil thoughts and sex desires. They are but parts of the whole family of related sins and indiscretions”
    http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&sourceId=dbc97befabc20110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=32c41b08f338c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD

    Give the guy time. Heck, if he wants to contact me I’ll train him for free.

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  49. Do they have Mormons in Australia? Anyway, the Mirena IUD is around $300 in NZ and practically free if you’re under 22 or there’s a medical reason to have one.

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    • There are Mormons everywhere. Parts of Latin America and the Pacific islands are more Mormon than the USA as a whole is.

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  50. […] 2. Heartiste writes about a Virgin Mormon’s Journey to Game […]

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  51. I do think this young ex-Mormon, having now tasted the fruit of the tree of knowledge of poon and pickup, will awaken to a world of wonders…

    Zzzzz. The oily used-car sales pitch has gone from sad to banal.

    [heartiste: the truth sells itself.]

    Ease down, “Dark Lord.”

    [talk to alpha men who have decades of seducing young women under their belts. you will not find a one who would trade all those years for marital monogamy tied to a single pussy.]

    It’s not that hard to convince a jumpy young man in his early 20s that sex is good, especially when earnest, pious idiots have attempted to isolate him from one of life’s chief pleasures in the hopes of inoculating him forever. With predictable results.

    [if mormon women are, on average, thinner and prettier than other american women, i wouldn’t be surprised if, again on average, mormon husbands are happier than non-mormon husbands.]

    This dude is thinking about you when he fucks. If you consider this a good development, it is proof your project is about self-congratulation and ego enhancement more than it is about that poor wandering virgin’s well-being.

    [actually, i was being sardonic in my editorial replies. i’m a little creeped out by “acolytes” thinking about me while they plunder new cuntquests. but i understand the gratitude.]

    If your acolyte is swooning over you instead of the vagina with which he has just surrounded himself for the first time, you’ve left him worse off than you found him.

    [i really doubt he was swooning over me while fucking his hot babe. literary license is your friend.]

    You have assembled dependents who imitate your psychological quirks rather than independent men who, you know, think of pussy while they’re in it.

    [i really can’t believe you accused *me* of spergitude.]

    Matt

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    • talk to alpha men who have decades of seducing young women under their belts. you will not find a one who would trade all those years for marital monogamy tied to a single pussy.

      Has the internet invented a handy go-to gif for “straw man” yet?

      I wasn’t composing a brief for monogamy. I was making the case that there is more to life than 1001 sluts, and recognizing that mature fact is not always a cry of the weak.

      i really can’t believe you accused *me* of spergitude.

      I didn’t accuse you of “spergitude.” I don’t use words made-up by other men trying to be cute unless it has gained common currency, and don’t flatter yourself. Asperger syndrome carries with it an inability to read social cues. For you to have misinterpreted that woman’s discomfort as arousal would indicate your deficiency if, as I suspect is the case, you weren’t deliberately ignoring it.

      You have to understand, I don’t disrespect your knowledge or mastery of this subject. I just find your insistence of its applicability to all areas of life dull. First step to building a garden is walling it off. Limit your pontifications to your narrow area of expertise and you won’t degrade your general position — which in turn degrades your expertise — as much.

      Matt

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  52. [audio src="http://www.naturesongs.com/cricket1.wav" /]

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  53. I have it on good authority that Mitt’s college diary reads in a not dissimilar manner.

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  54. Now it’s damaging to call a cheating slut a cheating slut http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mobileweb/nico-lang/trampires-why-the-slut-sh_b_1850940.html

    Let’s normalize slut behavior so no one feels bad

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  55. on September 6, 2012 at 1:45 pm The Chrome Microphone

    Seems believable enough

    But Jesus Christ that writing style

    Ridiculous amounts of clinical detail and awkward comparisons

    More power to him for pulling off the SNL as a first timer but goddamn man, work on brevity

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  56. The story is perfectly believable. Most of my early SNLs were just as awkaward in that they just kind of fell into my lap. Later on you realize (if you’re smart) what you did that led to getting all up on that sweet poon that night. Congrats to our Mormon friend and here’s to a successful life of slaying them sluts.

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  57. First clue this guy wasn’t Mormon (or wasn’t much of one): full name is Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. If you knew how often we Mormons have heard people bemoaning the press’s inability to get our collective name right, you’d know why I think this guy’s a fake. Although the story might still be true.

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  58. “What a crazy place we live where girls like that shoot down handsome men like you *wink* (no-homo)”

    Definitely homo.

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  59. I have a question for any Mormons or recovering Mormons: Is it true that the LDS church dissuades, prevents or otherwise discourages it’s young women from giving it up and/or marrying young Mormon men until after they’ve gone on their ‘missionary’ trips?

    No practicing Mormon I know has ever fessed up to this arrangement, but I do know guys in Provo, Utah who swear to me that’s how the LDS run their shit.

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  60. […] Open Thread: Feminism and the Seduction CommunityI went to the door, bags reflexive said: you are a very special girlOh no… don’t go down to Doledrum…Miss Sydney- A Very Special GirlFor My Special GirlGirls’ Town OrphanageWhere the Girls Are – Putting the Social Into Skiing – Outside Voice – an Origin BlogNo Fear! Food As Fuel From A Local GemHow To Get Girls If Ur UglyA Virgin Mormon’s Journey To Game […]

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  61. Rollo: dissuades and discourages, yes; “prevents” (how?), no. Girls are encouraged to marry a returned missionary. When you first come home you are the object of significant interest for awhile, simply for being the freshest eligible meat on the market.

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  62. i found a vigin on an online game lolzzzzzzz

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  63. Dear Penthouse Forum,

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  64. Use to live in Utah, men! its terrible place so many 7,8,9,10 Rating girls … Atleast 65% of the girls. But none of them screw, unless u hit the jackpot of an out of state girl.

    Shout out to this homie, his destiny is to be Alpha it is written in him

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  65. abstainance only sex ed leads to a first time sexual experience with a person foreign to the country employed as household staff that he met in a nightclub and RAW DOGGED?!

    AAAAAAUUUUUGH GET TESTED DUDE HOLY SHIT.

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  66. Even with the cringeworthy beta moments, that shit was glorious. Kudos to you ex-Mormon guy

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