Not enough into data to get a STEM degree like him
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Shes probably one of those girls with a journal rating every dick she's had in her
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Shes probably one of those girls with a journal rating every dick she's had in her
Quote: (02-03-2018 06:20 PM)Jetset Wrote:
Those eyes bug me the fuck out. They look there used to be a much bigger disparity between them but she had them surgically corrected, and it just...didn't...quite...turn...out.
Imagine getting your dick sucked and having those staring back up at you.
Quote: (02-04-2018 05:47 AM)CynicalContrarian Wrote:
Quote: (02-04-2018 04:50 AM)Batka Wrote:
I have banged worse.
You are brave for your honesty.
#SoBrave
Quote: (02-04-2018 08:20 AM)IveBeenFramed Wrote:
Quote: (02-04-2018 05:47 AM)CynicalContrarian Wrote:
Quote: (02-04-2018 04:50 AM)Batka Wrote:
I have banged worse.
You are brave for your honesty.
#SoBrave
I have also.
#MeToo
Quote: (02-04-2018 08:20 AM)IveBeenFramed Wrote:
Quote: (02-04-2018 05:47 AM)CynicalContrarian Wrote:
Quote: (02-04-2018 04:50 AM)Batka Wrote:
I have banged worse.
You are brave for your honesty.
#SoBrave
I have also.
#MeToo
Quote: (02-03-2018 06:12 PM)HighSpeed_LowDrag Wrote:
Roosh, have you ever thought about bringing back the Date Lab commentaries you were doing many years ago? They were always quite amusing.
Quote: (02-06-2018 12:13 PM)Days of Broken Arrows Wrote:
All of this might sound like hyperbole to men in their twenties. But the game changes in a few decades. In my forties, it seems almost every woman I meet my age is like this to some degree -- especially the eternally single ones.
This is what happens when you don't take criticism and when there is no husband around to provide a yin to your yang.
Why don't older men suffer from this syndrome? That's easy. It's because all American women do is criticize men, so we know all our faults and then some from elementary school onward.
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And then, on top of all that, I got to hang out with him AGAIN for a fourth date. I'll keep the details of that one between us though.
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Well, my statistics got even better in Buenos Aires. Apparently, I need be on another continent to have dating success. I actually had six dates in five days with the same person. We met on a Friday and spent time together every day until I had to go back to the US.
#98 is one of three men in over two years that I got to date number six with.
Man, what can I tell you about Jonas?
Well, think of every good adjective you could use to describe someone and that is him:
handsome, nice, friendly, kind, generous, warm, thoughtful, authentic, smart, funny, patient, sweet, attentive, considerate, wonderful, affectionate, special
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There is also a narrative that women are "better" than men. I don't like that either and I think that narrative breeds both misogyny and laziness.
Men are different from women, they are motivated differently, they communicate differently, they have different needs than we do.
So why do we expect them to be like us? And why do we think that if they are not, they are not as good? Why do women act like women are superior to men?
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Oh, and the narrative that men don't know how to express their feelings or communicate? Well, maybe they just do it differently.
And maybe, they really do JUST want/need to have sex sometimes. Maybe that is how they feel loved and appreciated and is the attention that they need and desire. Withholding that doesn't do any favors for oneself or one's relationship.
I know ladies, sometimes the truth hurts. But, like, biology.
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From my experience, men really do want to please women. I can practically see a man's chest puff up when I tell him that a compliment he gave me about my blog made my day or made me smile. They love to make us smile. They love to make us happy.
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I readily admit I am desperate. I am desperate for male attention and male affection. I haven't had a boyfriend in two years, why wouldn't I be desperate? I am a human. I need human contact. And I don't mind admitting that I am desperate for it. We all are at certain times. We have needs. I don't care who knows it.
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In his last message, Ten made it seem like everything was confirmed for me to stop by after 9:30. I messaged him to let him know I was on my way. I messaged him my logistical updates. He didn't respond to my messages. I called him when I got closer. No answer. Ten is usually responsive so I just assumed that he was in the shower or something because I could see that he hadn't even seen my messages.
I got to his place and messaged a last time, telling him I was there and would wait five minutes before heading home to "cry myself to sleep." (that was a joke)
I didn't have to wait long. He showed up a minute later.
With a cute, blonde girl.
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The end of the story is that right after I got home, Number 39 actually messaged me out of the blue. He came over thirty minutes later.
I did end up getting more action than from just my gynecologist, after all.
So there.
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"Women always have a cock carousel available to get fucked. Sad. So lonely but all you have to do is call one of 50 men for some dick. Yet you get mad when they get with CBG. You're a fucking whore."
"Anonymous, you sound very angry and bitter, probably because you are not having your own sexual needs met. I am surprised that rather than identify with and show empathy for my own desperation you chose to take out your anger on me, a complete stranger. Trust me, maybe women can have sex more easily than men if we want to but not necessarily with the partners that we want. I am rejected CONSTANTLY. It is frustrating and confusing and yes, you are correct, very lonely. You are incorrect in your statement that I got mad, if you read this post more carefully and the next three parts of the story, you would have seen that I actually in no moment got mad. The whole point of this is empathy. You are welcome to read my work and welcome to comment on it but I would appreciate you doing so without using such insulting language. My parents read my blog too and it isn't really fun for them or for me or for probably anyone to read your curse words and insults. I am actually not a whore. I am a human with feelings. I think you owe me an apology."
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“I road my bike from France to Italy,” is what I told you.
“Technically, that might not be very far,” you responded. Ha! So sharp and true.
Guy with Game
I didn’t expect to like you, from your photos you looked like such a bro.
Good looking successful man in New York with Game! Younger means in his 30s or even younger than that!
I was so surprised when you turned out to be the opposite though.
All I had wanted was to meet you one time, just sit across from your handsome face,
And then finally we set a date and you suggested the place.
To eat more burgers and pizza that year was a resolution I had made,
So our first date was Pizzaria Paradiso and you generously paid.
Guy could have let her pay and she would have gladly done so.
You made me nervous and I didn’t think the date was going very well,
But the fact that you didn’t end it after dinner, that conclusion you dispelled.
We went to Bar Dupont as our next place,
And that was where you first made my heart race.
You were wearing a t-shirt and I was dying to touch your muscular arms.
So we have a tall muscular good-looking guy in his 30s with some Game and good Frame. Essentially he is the male version of the 21yo HB9 super-hot girl who is also nice and has a great ass while being pursued by countless men.
After a few more drinks, you finally started to turn on the charm.
“What kind of engagement ring do you want?” You asked me flirtatiously.
I almost fell off my chair, you made me so giddy.
His Game is not learned and he has not learned Red Pill. None of us would invest that long in such a woman at least in his 30s being very good-looking, also the escalation would be going much faster. What he did is what we would call massive deep-conversion Game where you make the hamster fall in love with you fully. Some here don't especially favor this kind of thing, because it is dishonest especially since you know that you will never ever give a broad 10 years your senior any engagement ring!
We talked about where to honeymoon right on that first date.
That’s the kind of flirtation I like - all of a sudden it was going great!
A high market value man making you feel all like a teenager - no shit. That must look like the Hypergamy lottery jackpot.
And then you just swooped in and kissed me and caught me by surprise.
You were the absolute best kisser and I thought I would just die.
From then we went on ten perfect dates,
Until you decided our age difference would seal our fate.
You told me you were “committed to this not going anywhere”
He banged her long enough and decided to tell her the truth - the truth that he knew all along, but was willing to play along in order to fuck her.
Which I understood, but I wished you didn’t care.
How the fuck should he not care? You are a woman in her 40s and he is a prince? Maybe if you were in your mid-20s, then he could have imagined things, but it's too late for you cupcake!
We had one last date before saying goodbye
And the weekend before it, all I did was cry.
But, I only wanted you to see me strong and happy,
A positive image I planned to leave in your memory.
And then that was it, you didn’t want to see me again
And for so long I tried to make my heart mend.
But I missed you and thought of you every hour of the day,
And no matter what I did the feelings just wouldn’t go away.
I liked you so much, I needed you to at least be my friend,
So messages of politics and jokes and updates I would send.
We never lost touch because I wanted you in my life,
Despite the fact that not being with you caused me so much strife.
And then fifteen months later, suddenly you were on your way to my place
And I couldn’t believe that I was going to get to see my favorite face!
When you showed up at my door, I couldn’t even breathe,
And after fifteen months of missing you, I finally had a short reprieve.
Nothing was going to change between us, things were still the same,
But I was unbelievably happy and grateful that you came.
Being near you filled me with so much energy and peace.
And still five days later, I needed a release.
So, I sat down to write out my feelings in a love letter,
Not to send, just to make me feel better.
And then I read it and I was like, “Wow.”
“This is the beginning of a book! I need to start writing it NOW.”
So for 23 days I wrote straight,
And in the end, you inspiring a book was actually our fate.