I am mostly an introverted person, almost agoraphobic, but I like travel, and pussy. Here is my story.
Originally from Australia, but live in USA– life choices mostly driven by chasing poon.
However, my sex life is like the Australian song “…of droughts and flooding rains…”
I had almost no adult human contact for several years during divorce from extremely wealthy woman in NYC. Certainly zero sex. Was driven crazy by the harassment, lawyers, private investigators, depositions, ruination of my business, etc
Was 100% alone. No family, friends, business – all ruined. Compounded by the shunning and shamming from all women. And no knowledge of the manosphere.
Eventually I “spat the dummy” and flew to Thailand. Banged 5 girls in 24 hours. Then slowed down a bit. Weeks of true fun in BKK, Pattaya, and Phuket. Then flew to Phillipines. Banged 5 girls in 24 hours. Probably with 30 or 40 of these little hotties - all at least half my age and half my weight…
Then back to the drought, and abuse in NYC.
I had been to Thailand many times in my 30 years of world travel . Typically I would stop over in Thailand returning from family visits to Australia. (Would stop into Australia to visit family every time I traveled to Thailand.)
The thought of this paradise is what motivates me to push thru difficult times .
I have a 10 year old kid. Divorce was many years of shit. Most of her life actually. And it never ends. Young guys – DO NOT GET MARRIED (enslaved) - EVER.
Finally found the manosphere 2 weeks ago. Amazing I didn’t find it sooner. Especially when I desperately needed it. Have read most of the “gospels” – and now working into forums. Looked up countless Acronyms. And can personally relate.
Being somewhat shy, and no dance skills (because of lack of confidence) Was unable to capitalize on the 80s dance era. Seemed no skills required, no “game “necessary”: Just dance, then fuck… but it just didn't work for me. Also the noise –can’t hear in there. I found other ways, capitalized on my strengths. Day game for me always worked well, when I had the chutzpah. I didn't want to “settle down”, so traveled the world.
Plenty of female backpackers to enjoy. And then I discovered the NYC bar scene. Small places – well packed. Great atmosphere and fun. Easy to talk. No approach, no dancing. Did well there (for me). And stayed there. Accent didn't hurt either.
Eventually built my own bars. Nothing better than being the owner and bartender of wild crazy bar in NYC!! Sexy, “FIT” college chicks suddenly found me attractive – fortunately I lived upstairs.
Now I am at another crossroads in life. Although divorce ruined my business for various reasons, I don’t have any crippling monthly payments. However, I don’t have any income either.
Although somewhat shy with people I am still a man. And I am my own man. I do what I want. Which is realize my dreams: whether sports, business, travel. Have utterly zero tolerance of shit from women (and men). However, I am not a high pressure salesman, and will not do public speaking. I have sailed a yacht around the world before. And am 3 years living aboard another. I absolutely love the sailing lifestyle. It also solves my agoraphobic/travel quandary – I can stay home while traveling the world.
If I didn't have a kid I would be well on my way to live permanently in Asia.
I have done “blue pill” stupid shit many times, in every possible way. And I realize many women only fucked me for charity. I have always had certain characteristics such as witty cocky funny negs (only learnt the official name last week). So I got pussy, but it was "accident pussy" (I didn't know what I was doing). Physically – I’m 6’1” 220LBS. When triathlon fit – 190 lbs. My perspectives have certainly evolved. When I was 18 we traveled from our poor, rough area to the wealthy area of town. I pulled a rich broad (she cougared me), and she took me back to her (husband’s) massive house in her (husband’s) sports car. She was 30 years old –I was 18. She was so worldly, mature, and experienced. Was the highlight of my life for years. Now that I am 50, I have a 30 year old girlfriend; she is so young, cute, sweet, and innocent.
Presently I spend winters in Miami, summers in the Hamptons. Mostly living 100% for free anchored out on Sail-boat. I love it, but I also have no social life.
One thing I observe every weekend is a boat party near Key Biscayne. dozens of smaller vessel raft-up in parties, playing loud music. Guys mostly sit around nonchalantly while up to 10 girls on each boat dance in Bikinis. There are also other larger mega yachts etc, sometimes with rich and famous do the same thing. I sometimes anchor there just to be among it. I have an awesome yacht - 63' * 30'. And usually alone (Such a loser). Although last week was with my girlfriend - she is great - 20 years younger, and 120 lbs lighter (as it should be). Mostly the women are young and hot and great dancers. Spanish (probably Cuban descent) . And truly hot, as in bikini bodies - never any fatties. Truly surreal experience to sea.
This week is Art Basel in South Beach. I have zero interest in working the scene these days. Plus I don’t have the cloths or “anything” anymore. (Plenty of old Wall St suits in the bilge). I am now a hairy caveman yachty.
Was thinking how I can get the models on my boat. I have done it before with photo shoot locations etc…And intend to create a more formal business for photo-shoots, sunset cruises, etc.
So, it seems some of you guys are experts at pulling “9”s – and South Beach will have thousands of them day and night. Perhaps get a bunch together, or at least keep it in mind while trying to work a group. And offer them to sail on your “friends” yacht. Off course – need to bring a few “8”s for me…
Just an idea. Either way I will be anchored among the bikini dancing crowd. Probably greater numbers than usual and chumming the water.
This site and others are great to have honest, open dialogue with men about travel, women, not-marrying, and not supporting feminaziism/fatties/whitekights…thanks.
Cheers
Originally from Australia, but live in USA– life choices mostly driven by chasing poon.
However, my sex life is like the Australian song “…of droughts and flooding rains…”
I had almost no adult human contact for several years during divorce from extremely wealthy woman in NYC. Certainly zero sex. Was driven crazy by the harassment, lawyers, private investigators, depositions, ruination of my business, etc
Was 100% alone. No family, friends, business – all ruined. Compounded by the shunning and shamming from all women. And no knowledge of the manosphere.
Eventually I “spat the dummy” and flew to Thailand. Banged 5 girls in 24 hours. Then slowed down a bit. Weeks of true fun in BKK, Pattaya, and Phuket. Then flew to Phillipines. Banged 5 girls in 24 hours. Probably with 30 or 40 of these little hotties - all at least half my age and half my weight…
Then back to the drought, and abuse in NYC.
I had been to Thailand many times in my 30 years of world travel . Typically I would stop over in Thailand returning from family visits to Australia. (Would stop into Australia to visit family every time I traveled to Thailand.)
The thought of this paradise is what motivates me to push thru difficult times .
I have a 10 year old kid. Divorce was many years of shit. Most of her life actually. And it never ends. Young guys – DO NOT GET MARRIED (enslaved) - EVER.
Finally found the manosphere 2 weeks ago. Amazing I didn’t find it sooner. Especially when I desperately needed it. Have read most of the “gospels” – and now working into forums. Looked up countless Acronyms. And can personally relate.
Being somewhat shy, and no dance skills (because of lack of confidence) Was unable to capitalize on the 80s dance era. Seemed no skills required, no “game “necessary”: Just dance, then fuck… but it just didn't work for me. Also the noise –can’t hear in there. I found other ways, capitalized on my strengths. Day game for me always worked well, when I had the chutzpah. I didn't want to “settle down”, so traveled the world.
Plenty of female backpackers to enjoy. And then I discovered the NYC bar scene. Small places – well packed. Great atmosphere and fun. Easy to talk. No approach, no dancing. Did well there (for me). And stayed there. Accent didn't hurt either.
Eventually built my own bars. Nothing better than being the owner and bartender of wild crazy bar in NYC!! Sexy, “FIT” college chicks suddenly found me attractive – fortunately I lived upstairs.
Now I am at another crossroads in life. Although divorce ruined my business for various reasons, I don’t have any crippling monthly payments. However, I don’t have any income either.
Although somewhat shy with people I am still a man. And I am my own man. I do what I want. Which is realize my dreams: whether sports, business, travel. Have utterly zero tolerance of shit from women (and men). However, I am not a high pressure salesman, and will not do public speaking. I have sailed a yacht around the world before. And am 3 years living aboard another. I absolutely love the sailing lifestyle. It also solves my agoraphobic/travel quandary – I can stay home while traveling the world.
If I didn't have a kid I would be well on my way to live permanently in Asia.
I have done “blue pill” stupid shit many times, in every possible way. And I realize many women only fucked me for charity. I have always had certain characteristics such as witty cocky funny negs (only learnt the official name last week). So I got pussy, but it was "accident pussy" (I didn't know what I was doing). Physically – I’m 6’1” 220LBS. When triathlon fit – 190 lbs. My perspectives have certainly evolved. When I was 18 we traveled from our poor, rough area to the wealthy area of town. I pulled a rich broad (she cougared me), and she took me back to her (husband’s) massive house in her (husband’s) sports car. She was 30 years old –I was 18. She was so worldly, mature, and experienced. Was the highlight of my life for years. Now that I am 50, I have a 30 year old girlfriend; she is so young, cute, sweet, and innocent.
Presently I spend winters in Miami, summers in the Hamptons. Mostly living 100% for free anchored out on Sail-boat. I love it, but I also have no social life.
One thing I observe every weekend is a boat party near Key Biscayne. dozens of smaller vessel raft-up in parties, playing loud music. Guys mostly sit around nonchalantly while up to 10 girls on each boat dance in Bikinis. There are also other larger mega yachts etc, sometimes with rich and famous do the same thing. I sometimes anchor there just to be among it. I have an awesome yacht - 63' * 30'. And usually alone (Such a loser). Although last week was with my girlfriend - she is great - 20 years younger, and 120 lbs lighter (as it should be). Mostly the women are young and hot and great dancers. Spanish (probably Cuban descent) . And truly hot, as in bikini bodies - never any fatties. Truly surreal experience to sea.
This week is Art Basel in South Beach. I have zero interest in working the scene these days. Plus I don’t have the cloths or “anything” anymore. (Plenty of old Wall St suits in the bilge). I am now a hairy caveman yachty.
Was thinking how I can get the models on my boat. I have done it before with photo shoot locations etc…And intend to create a more formal business for photo-shoots, sunset cruises, etc.
So, it seems some of you guys are experts at pulling “9”s – and South Beach will have thousands of them day and night. Perhaps get a bunch together, or at least keep it in mind while trying to work a group. And offer them to sail on your “friends” yacht. Off course – need to bring a few “8”s for me…
Just an idea. Either way I will be anchored among the bikini dancing crowd. Probably greater numbers than usual and chumming the water.
This site and others are great to have honest, open dialogue with men about travel, women, not-marrying, and not supporting feminaziism/fatties/whitekights…thanks.
Cheers
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