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Yours truly made a mistake in the third edition of The Grown Man Hour, one that no writer should ever make. In my haste to "get to the game", I did not think about the fact that the audience for this is growing, and they don't know what Real Talk Sessions is all about.
It is my job to assume that the reader is completely ignorant to the point of this series and the messages of the individual sessions, and I'll make sure that doesn't happen again. These special editions usually come about because I don't have one particular topic in mind, and I just want to talk about a variety of subjects.
I think now we can get to the proceedings.
Youth
I feel qualified now to talk about my younger years as the clock continues to tick on my twenties. One thing I've learned about my teenage and early adult years is that a lot happened in a very short amount of time, and I didn't really process any of it. My belief is that I wasn't mentally or emotionally developed enough to process any of it. I no longer feel that way, so it's much easier for me to now look back and understand what was really going on.
When I was younger, I was girl-crazy. I loved women. To this day, I still love women. I was curious about conquering their minds and experiencing their bodies. I loved the interaction with them because it felt natural to interact with women in the way that we interact with women. I've always enjoyed talking to them, listening to what they have to say because they talk too much and inevitably give up the game, and if you pay enough attention, then you realize what their weaknesses are, and you can conquer them.
When you connect with them mentally, they become emotionally invested, and that's when they surrender their bodies. What you do once you get their bodies will dictate how the interaction goes forward.
I started having sex at a very young age with mostly older latin women. I was more physically and mentally developed than the average male teenager, so it was easy to not be viewed as a kid. Even with that being said, some 30 year-old, 40 year-old woman knows that she's fucking the shit out of a child, that's why she's getting off from it so much, and she literally can't stop.
My earliest memories were that, getting the shit fucked out of me. At first it was weird, perhaps even painful, until I got used to it, and then turned the tables by fucking the shit out of them.
The first time an older man called my parents' house and asked them to ask me to stop fucking his wife, I probably should have realized what was going on, but I just laughed. She was buying me shit, and I was learning how to please a woman's body, and he wasn't going to do anything to me physically, so it kept going until it stopped.
In my college years, the sexual perversions went up another notch. One day, I was at a grocery store when two older women approached me, "You look like a football player." Being an athlete had always made the game easier, but this was different. I was invited to a party at a mansion, where there were a bunch of young men, who had similar physiques and similar skin tones, along with a lot of older white women who you could tell in their public lives were "classy socialites".
On that night, they were anything but.
Many of them had tattoos of a black spade somewhere on their bodies, usually in a place where it would be hidden by clothing.
It was the first night that I had anal sex with a woman, and found out that there's an art to hitting that right. By the end of the night, this place that could be the setting for a presidential announcement, reeked of all kinds of smells that one could only tolerate at their horniest and most primal of states.
On my way out this lady stopped me, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and thanked me for being so gentle and affectionate, and let me know she had fallen in love with me. She handed me an envelope. Inside was a card with her name and number on it, along with one stack.
The next day, a couple homies hit me up, they were going to earthquake the mall. I chose to stay in the dorms and open a Fidelity account.
I saw that lady again, a few other ladies, and went to a few parties here and there, I always saved the money.
Then, one day I was introduced to someone who society would deem "important". At first, the conversation was about my background and how I was doing in school, and how proud I should be of my accomplishments.
It ended with him asking me to have a 3-way with him and his wife, and of course, I'd be financially rewarded, more money was on the table if I allowed him to record it.
So this was who I'd become?
Value
One of the recurring themes of Real Talk Sessions is "value". Most women out here today have values that are lower than Circuit City stock.
Most men have no idea what their values are.
Men have to have value because they're dependent on it. Women's values are derived from whatever men see them as. Low-value women will struggle, while those deemed to be of higher-value will drive a Porsche Panamera to a 10:00 spin class while hubby is at work making sure he can pay that car note.
Surely my parents didn't send me off to college to become somebody's fuck toy. That wasn't my value. I was a three-sport athlete and an honors student. I had to see myself as such. But when you're young, things are happening, but you don't process any of it, especially when money is being put into your pocket.
The moment of clarity for me was real. Some guy wanted me on video smashing his wife while he massaged my balls or some shit. It was no longer about women, sex, whatever, it was about my manhood. It was about how I saw myself.
You choose your own value.
Your value isn't based off what someone else thinks of it.
Remember that the next time some chick blows you off because she has ten other guys who are ready to take her out at a moment's notice.
Remember that the next time some chick is blatantly disrespectful towards you because her opinion of you is so low that she thinks you'll just deal with, all because at the end of the day, you still want to get her pussy.
Confidence Killers Part III
Men who choose to deal with fucked up women get no sympathy from me. You know the saying, "Misery loves company"? Have you ever heard the saying, "Your life improves when you deal with someone who's miserable"?
Yeah, neither have I, because it doesn't exist.
Fucked up women get off on bringing other people down to where they are. I guess men think it's in their nature to save women, and it really shouldn't be. A lot of these women who you're dealing from bars, clubs, social media sites, are completely fucked up. You may not experience the totality of it, but that's dependent upon how quickly you eject from the interaction.
A lot of men are in too deep.
There's a lot going on, and you're not really processing it.
If you allow them to, a woman will mentally abuse you like never have before.
The thing is their mental abuse is subtle.
I don't have a problem telling a woman she isn't shit to her face.
There are some women out there who will tell you you aren't shit to your face.
Most won't.
They'll quietly despise you. Even though they may still be in your presence, they'll hate you for every moment of it, for a variety of reasons, who cares what they are.
When they're miserable, they'll make sure that you end up at best just as miserable as they are, and at worst, even more fucked up than them.
Those of us who have boxed know that the #1 rule is to protect yourself.
Just like inside the ring, in life, you want to win, but even in the course of winning, you always have to protect yourself.
Don't let your value, feelings, view of yourself, be dictated by a woman who wants to destroy you.
Most men leave their relationships with women in shambles.
Now maybe you understand why, don't be one of them. If you have been one of them, don't let it happen again.
Confidence Killers Part I
Confidence Killers Part II
See The World Through Your Own Lens
Another one of the recurring themes of this series is the idea of thinking for yourself.
My opinions are often on the side of the minority, and I say what I feel because that's what you'd want a real friend to do. It's easy to be fake. It's easy to tell people the shit they want to hear, but that doesn't help them at all.
I rather be helpful.
I notice PUA/game guys constantly talking about "fighting the system", "taking the red pill", "fuck marriage", blah blah, but when these guys reach a certain age, they all seem to wife someone up.
It makes sense to me that we have experiences when we're younger, and then when we get older, the game changes, our mind changes, we're clearer and honest with ourselves about what we want, and we make decisions to meet those ends.
I'm just not a fan of mixed messages.
Maybe the marriage argument is against American women, but you still have to provide for the Asian woman, the Russian woman, the Colombian woman, and if she comes from an impoverished background then she will be totally dependent on you for money until the day you die.
I mean, we have guys who don't want to get a chick the chicken fingers at Happy Hour, so it's hard for me to understand how the dynamic fits.
I see a lot of men talking about how they don't want "careerists".
I feel you, I wouldn't want a woman who is more dedicated to her career ambitions than she is to her man ad her family, but I'll be damned if I'm going to be with a woman who doesn't work nor have any resources to be able to make money.
That shit just doesn't make sense to me.
Women "burned their bras" so they could get theirs, if they're doing so and contributing to our collective efforts, then that's what's up.
I've always had women buy me shit, I'm glad they can do so.
Minority men should have the same mindset. Most of us come from humble beginnings. Our parents did the best they could, even got some of us to college, but we're building everything we really have from scratch. That is very difficult to do. If you're going to build something with someone, it only makes sense to do so with someone who can contribute to the building, not someone who just comes along and enjoys it after all the work has been done.
We can't all possibly see the world through the same lens because we're not all playing the game under the same circumstances.
This isn't a right or wrong issue, it's simply what thought process makes sense to me given the life I'm leading? Given my circumstances?
I implore you to look at the world with your own perspective, it will help you make an honest assessment about what you want in your life, and you'll make the best decisions that you can so that you can get there.