It is sad that men must travel to one of 5 o 6 places where beautiful, feminine and sweet women still remain. Out of those 4 or 5, 2 or 3 of them will try to milk you for your money until you are left with nothing.
So, depressingly, we are left with 2 or 3 places to go. Growing up in Spain, a country of entitled princesses, one would grow up a virgin, afraid of women almost, until late in life. Then, after hundreds of hours of work, sweat and unthinkable disrespect, comes the first lay. The one you have been waiting for all your life. How underwhelmed I was when several years ago, at the age of 20, I had shit sex with a girl whose personality I despised.
And so the years go, tricking whores into fast sex only to kick them out a couple dates down the line. And then, you travel to one of the remaining "safe-havens" of femininity, only to find yourself lavished with womanness, everywhere. The feeling of being able to lay back and find myself in oneness with a girl, instead of forcing myself to beat her at her own game, was more rewarding to me than sex.
I always asked myself why I could form such strong friendships with men, but not women. An afternoon of beers with a guy could easily make me walk away saying "great guy, I respect him". Not with a woman, even if she is great, the fakeness of the game always got to me. Having a woman lay into me after a kiss was rewarding in a way similar to winning a game of chess.
The only two times a woman has created in me a fierce desire to stay, was when she didn't force me to use game.
So, depressingly, we are left with 2 or 3 places to go. Growing up in Spain, a country of entitled princesses, one would grow up a virgin, afraid of women almost, until late in life. Then, after hundreds of hours of work, sweat and unthinkable disrespect, comes the first lay. The one you have been waiting for all your life. How underwhelmed I was when several years ago, at the age of 20, I had shit sex with a girl whose personality I despised.
And so the years go, tricking whores into fast sex only to kick them out a couple dates down the line. And then, you travel to one of the remaining "safe-havens" of femininity, only to find yourself lavished with womanness, everywhere. The feeling of being able to lay back and find myself in oneness with a girl, instead of forcing myself to beat her at her own game, was more rewarding to me than sex.
I always asked myself why I could form such strong friendships with men, but not women. An afternoon of beers with a guy could easily make me walk away saying "great guy, I respect him". Not with a woman, even if she is great, the fakeness of the game always got to me. Having a woman lay into me after a kiss was rewarding in a way similar to winning a game of chess.
The only two times a woman has created in me a fierce desire to stay, was when she didn't force me to use game.