I went from being a kissless virgin just six months ago to spending two weeks with my apartment functioning like a revolving door for five different girls who took turns fucking me every night of the week.

While I was whining and bitching about how no girl wanted me, my negative self-talk became a self fulfilling prophecy, and lo and behold, no girl wanted me.

I had to remember who I was. A man with goals, ambitions, a panzer with tunnel vision, a machine programmed with one command.

I’m a musician, photographer, and graphic artist. I’m a fitness enthusiast. I’m a maker. Creating is the most important thing to me. Building my art and my body. Not girls. Not the fleeting amounts of serotonin that result from getting laid.

I started pursuing my goals, going in heavy. I opened a website and got a camera. I started traveling and taking pictures. I started making connections, getting around. I started practicing guitar and getting paid to play at parties. I got tatted up and put on ten pounds of muscle. I slowly ascended to the top of my world.

My confidence skyrocketed.

Next thing you know girls were walking up to me and giving me their numbers. Next thing you know old friends I haven’t seen in while where coming out of the woodworks wanting to hang out. Next thing you know girls I’ve never met were adding me on Facebook and telling me to meet them for drinks. Next thing you know my female friends were looking at me different. Cheating with me inside their boyfriend’s truck. Repeatedly telling everyone at a social gathering that we’re just friends, only to ride back to my apartment and inhale my face as soon as I so much as lean in. Next thing you know I’m fucking some hippy girl in a grass field under the stars. Next thing you know I’m railing a girl from the back while she checks up on all her orbiters and texts them bullshit about her day, all while laughing at their futile attempts to get her in her pants.

I had a girl over while I was recording music. I’d fucked her the night before, and there she was in my bed, waiting for round two. My mind was on my music, so I told her to get out so I could concentrate. She gets up and walks right out. Next day she’s giving me a blowjob in her friend’s motel bed, giving zero fucks about being caught. I had a girl walk two miles to my apartment because my car had broken down. She got pissy and whiny over something dumb and told me I wasn’t shit, so I ghosted her for a day. The day after, she’s blowing up my phone with “I miss you” texts, I go see her and she’s a fucking angel. She’d realized that her temper wasn’t worth losing me. I had a coworker attempt coming over to my house three nights in a row. I blew her off all three times because I don’t fuck with coworkers. I have the privilege to say no now. I’m not desperate. There’s no need to break rules because I can’t get pussy anywhere else. I have plates spinning now. If one breaks, I have others. If I lose the ones I have, I can always acquire new ones.

There’s a lot of red pill rhetoric floating around, and with all the information available, it’s easy to get overwhelmed and freeze in the field. If I could offer you one bit of advice, it would be a quote from Rollo Tomassi. “The person with the most power in a relationship is the one who needs the other the least.” Get yourself to a point where you don’t need these girls, and they’ll fall right into the palm of your hand.

Trust me. Build yourself first. The women will follow. Quickly, sometimes aggressively. You’ll go from a virgin neckbeard to someone who literally has to tell girls no because you can’t keep up with them all. You’ll catch feelings. Then you’ll get your heart broken. You’ll become angry once you realize that women will never be able to love you the way you want them to. You’ll notice that they are, in fact, all like that. And you’ll probably be depressed about it, maybe even bitter. Then you’ll get numb. You won’t get attached, you’ll move on quicker. Then you’ll realize that other things give you more pleasure than sex.

Then comes the euphoria. When you accept the game and realize you know exactly how to play it, and win it. It’s a happy kind of nihilism. You learn what you want and you go for it. Lots of sex is just a happy by product.

There’s nothing better than walking into a room and knowing you’re the baddest motherfucker in there. I’m not even twenty yet and I’m running circles around men twice my age.

Define your mission.

Become a superior male.

Regards,

  • UpperRedSide