As I wrote before, I only date women between ages 18 and 25—never any woman older than 26.

I don’t because once they hit 26, in my experience, their attractiveness diminishes to the point where their flaws are greater than their virtues.

You see, I don’t mind putting up with a whiny, flakey 22 year-old hard-body. But a whiny, flakey 28 year-old who’s beginning to get baby-rabies? Who is no longer as attractive as she used to be? I’ll pass, thank you, but do help yourself if you’d like.

/smirk

As to dealing with some woman who has a kid? Are you high? It doesn’t matter if she’s a 20 y.o. hottie who is a unicorn in every department—I’m certainly not going to spend any of my resources, be it time or money, on someone else’s brat. That’s just non-negotiable—as non-negotiable as, say, my unwillingness to have unprotected sex with a decomposing corpse.

Now, with women over 30 who are single and without a kid? They are a disaster! Baby-rabies has likely made them insane, and they are likely Career Gurlz! who want to challenge me at every opportunity, no matter how trivial the issue, just to show to themselves that they are “strong”. And who needs that?

So 18-to-25 year olds it is. My sweet spot is 20-to-23, but that’s neither here nor there.

Now, the reaction I get from other people is interesting. Let’s divide these reactions by demographics—but non-traditional demographics which Normies won’t get, but which people here on TRP will recognize and understand instantly:

  • Alpha males of any age.
  • Beta males of any age.
  • Women under age 25.
  • Women over age 30.
  • Feminists.

Feminists hate me, plain and simple. When I walk down the street by the hand with my current gf (24, 5’11”, hot), their eyes shoot daggers at me. (I can recognize Feminists by the unnatural hair colors, and those nose rings that make them look like baby cows who have miraculously learned to walk on their hind legs.) One time, a Feminist called me a misogynist for dating younger women. Again, /smirk: I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise. But for the most part, Feminists don’t really bother engaging me, probably because of how I look and dress: I come across as a card-carrying member of The Patriarchy. So they know better than to waste their time with me.

Women over age 30, interestingly enough, try to hit on me—at first. They are often quite blatant, if they are even remotely attractive. They flirt outrageously, they keep touching my clothes and my hand and my arm, they keep giving me these heavy, soulful, doe-eyed glances.

But when they realize that I’m not vibing to their pitch, they drop all pretenses and get incredibly bitchy with me, saying that I’m a sick man for going out with younger women, that I’m too much of a weakling to deal with a strong woman my own age.

That whole “You’re too weak to deal with a strong woman like me” hamstering is huge with women of this age group. I usually agree-and-amplify, which is pretty funny once they realize the implications of their bizarre logic, and get that “Oh shit” look to their faces. But one time, I was being particularly annoyed—and I was feeling particularly cruel—so I answered a particularly annoying 40+ woman who was hassling me with something along the lines of, “I date younger women because I want to have children, and I don’t think a woman of your age is fertile any more.”

That was inexcusable, I know, I know, but . . . it shut her up. Finally.

More than once I’ve been told by these women that I have serious psychiatric issues, that I should see a shrink. One of these women actually said that I should check myself into a clinic, because I am so obviously insane.

Really. They think it’s a sign of a psychiatric disorder, for me to want to fuck younger women.

Women under the age of 25, however, look at me curiously. They notice the girl I’m with, and by the look they give me, I can tell what they’re thinking: “How did this old guy get with this young girl who’s my age?”—and as if by magic, they all of a sudden want to get with me. No surprise why, to anyone here on TRP. More than once, some younger woman has surreptitiously given me her number—or called me herself—solely based on the fact that I date someone their age.

Beta males of any age act exactly like women over age 30 act—but with a difference: The concern trolling from these beta boys is strong. “Don’t you think there’s something . . . wrong with dating a girl young enough to be your daughter?” They throw around that issue a lot: The fact that the girl I’m with could be my daughter. “But she’s not,” I say. “Yeah, but she could be,” they reply. “But she isn’t.” “Yes, but . . .”

A lot of “Yes, buts”.

The other word they throw around a lot is “inappropriate”, as in, “Isn't it inappropriate for you to be . . .,” blah-blah-blah. They’ll go on this tack for hours on end, if I let them. Even if I’m civil to these betas, and give them good reasons why there’s nothing wrong with dating someone young and hot, they’ll say, “Yes, but . . .,” and go on and on and on . . .

. . . yet there’s a clear look of wistful jealousy, in the eyes of these betas. It’s not aggressive, or butt-hurt. The true betas just look at me as if I were a lottery winner: They envy me my luck—or what they think is my luck. They don’t admire me—can’t admire me—because they don’t believe—can’t believe—that I worked to get this hot young thing beside me. They think she just dropped out of the sky, onto my lap—just as if I’d won the lottery. So they envy my luck, but they don’t envy me. More to the point, they certainly don’t think that they’ll ever be so lucky—so they never try to improve their luck.

Of course, they cannot accept that luck played only a minor role in my reality. Their mental constitution won’t allow it.

Alpha males, on the other hand, have a completely different reaction: They don’t notice the age gap. They take it completely in stride. Interestingly enough, so do their wives, regardless of the age of the wives. In fact, now that I think about it, the wives or gf’s of alpha men—whether these wives or girlfriends are young or old, whether there’s a big age gap with their men or not—don’t even allude to the age gap between me and whomever I bring along.

They act as if it’s just the way things ought to be.

TL;DR: Blue-pilled people freak out that I (49M) refuse to date “age-appropriate” women, and instead date in the 20-25 y.o. bracket. These blue-pilled people think I’m clinically insane, or else that I’m too weak to deal with a “strong, independent woman”. The only ones who don’t even notice the issue are alpha men and their mates.

If you want to see what I look like and hear more of my rantings and ravings, check out my YouTube channel, “Coach Red Pill”. Thank you.