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April 14, 2012

What turns a man off.


This sort of follows on from the previous couple of posts, believe it or not I have a couple of wimminz who are regular readers and also regular emailers.

I don’t know much about them but they can at least talk in an educated manner, and they like me mourn the loss of what was and could have been, albeit they are from the opposing team.

It turns out both of them have been on and off PoF and other dating sites, and they both, in different words, emailed me yesterday to ask what it is that a man who has some “baggage” with wimminz actually wants in a wimminz.

It’s funny and worthy of a post because the answer was there in my head in blazing 12 foot high letters, but I do not think I had consciously thought about it much.

SHUT THE FUCK UP

It really is that simple… if I ask you a question then by all means answer, but please don’t talk at me, I have heard it all before and I don’t give a fuck and life is too fucking short to listen to that same old shit from another mouth.

I always used to give this advice to men trying to get laid, shut the fuck up, because in my observations 99% of men talked themselves out of getting laid because they did not know when to shut the fuck up.

So, I don’t know why I am the least bit surprised that the boot is on the other foot, however it now means I have to re-write my PoF profile to specifically include dumb bitches.

Deaf bitches are not good because they can’t hear me tell them what to do… lol, but dumb bitches, I think this will be a vast improvement.

So wimminz, the advice I give to you is as it turns out exactly the same as the advice I give to men, shut the fuck up if you wanna get laid.

Nothing kills my sexual desire for you as much as you talking.

It just confirms what a dull sack of shit you are and makes it impossible for me to ignore that and play with the flesh.

This, along with loyalty, is why dogs are win / win.

February 2, 2012

The old vs the new.


I will give you a very good example, in my case it happens to be literally true, but it is so easily transferable to all of you out there experience and empathy wise that it makes for a great example.

I have two laptops sat in front of me, one is a “desktop replacement” big heavy and powerful that is about 2/3 years old spec wise, but still a capable beast, 1920 x 1200 19 inch screen driven by a gig of Ati, 4 gigs or ram, terabyte of hard disk etc.

The other one is much smaller, and it has to be said, quite powerful, high end “business” class, 14″ screen, but this baby runs off a Solid State Disk or SSD and not a spinning platter Hard Disk.

It doesn’t matter what I do on the new one, even the most trivial task on the old one now seems painfully slow and cranky and awkward and embarrassing and painful and ah fuck it… so much so that even something trivial in computation terms as typing this text is being done on the machine with the smaller screen and the not as nice keyboard but also with the SSD.

I give this example because SSD is the “red pill” computing analogy to having been fucked over with the police / courts / state by an ex and her psycho skank ho false accusations…. no matter how high end, luxurious, super specced, delicious, young, new, fresh every other thing about the package is, in your mind sitting on top of it all like the lord of creation is that sluggishly slow spinning platter mechanical hard disk… you simply will not be able to ignore it.

So as we all know, by far the most sexually attractive wimminz is the one you created in your head, where all was perfection and nothing was flawed,  and the best antidote to that rampant sexual desire and fantasy is to inject a note of real world fact, the true nature of wimminz (see last post about home truths) or a home truth fact red pill, just as the computer porn is ruined by the thought of a spinning mechanical hard disk inside that powerhouse computer.

Tomorrow night I am going to go to a hotel, the room has been booked and paid for by a skank ho that I have fucked before, so she has been trained well, her orgasms of sexual pleasure are not a factor, mine is, she will do anything I require, without limit, including spending an hour licking my asshole clean if I so desire, and she will not speak unless spoken to, or express any desires or wishes of her own for the 15/18 hours we shall be together.

Like the red pill and SSD, once you have had a skank ho wimminz demonstrate to you just who does actually hold all the cards in the legal system today, the only sort of wimminz that you can tolerate fucking are the SSD wimminz, who pay the expenses, who do not talk, who seek to please and serve, and most importantly like the SSD are invisible for all those majority of times you have no use for them, and minimally intrusive into your porno fantasies for those times when you do have a use.

Tomorrow night’s skank ho has about 1,000 times the IOPS (lmfao) of a steady girlfriend.

 

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