I'm 40, fat, broke and single. And I admit it's 99.9999% all my own fault. But I wasn't always this way. Back in my day when I was 20, I wasn't sitting around on the internets trying to figure out how to talk to girls. I wasn't bitching and moaning about feminism and I wasn't all staying home watching star trek and jerking off. No I was out living life. Yes I know it's a different time and the landscape has changed. I get it.
I lost my virginity at 19 after my high school sweetheart informed me she was no longer a virgin and was dating her best friend (male orbiter). I was so beta that I wouldn't even hit it. I was still trying to hold on my to my spiritual beliefs and remain pure. When she told me that, it's as if the veil was lifted. In one fell swoop I ended my desperate attempt to hold on to my religion. I ended up banging the slut around the street from her that she hated. That's how I came into the game.
I went back to college and went on a pussy spree. I moved off campus and got a car with the money I had saved and the new job I got on campus. Why? Because my freshman year, all the freshman girls banged dudes who had cars and apartments/houses. So I started banging freshmen girls. I started hanging out with two players who lived down stairs. These guys had women coming and going. They would trade girls, photograph them, make them do threesomes. These guys would constantly trade notes on what worked and what didn't work. They always were refining their game and what to say to bitches. I soaked up game from them and got my own girls.
I wanted more money and I saw how my boss was using my skills to make extra cash on the side. He was making thousands under the table off of my work. I started my own company, I went out as a 20 year old kid and landed a job for 10 grand. It was more money than I had ever earned. And the money kept coming for several years (I ended up quiting college to start my own business a year later.)
At 20 I had it all. Money, clothes, a nice car, a nice crib and different girl every other night. I banged two cheerleaders, a couple of dancers and even our Ms.university.
Thinking back on how I thought then, I realize that I didn't think. I didn't think as much as I do now. All I thought about was how to get money, does this outfit look fresh and damn that ass is fat. And you know what? I got money, looked fresh and yes, that ass was fat. No overthinking. Just a machine.
Over the years I lost that mojo/swag and life handed me a series of failures, helath issues and challenges that shattered my confidence. The funny thing is this, it didn't even feel like confidence until it was gone. It was just how I was. I did what I wanted to do and if I failed I just kept trying until I won. I wasn't scared of what could happen, in fact I was more like let's see what will happen! Anything was better than nothing.
I say all of this to say to you young men, you are only young once. You have to go for it. You need to rock it out while you still can. Don't wait. Life might not be kind down the road and at least you can look back and say that you lived when you were young. You went for it and you made it happen.
I won't be replying to this post. This is my last post under this name and I'll be unsubscribing from the sub before I log out. I may come back under a different name as I like to change my screen names frequently. As for my future, well I'm in a deadened low paying job, so I just started a new business. I got over my what-ifs and decided to just see what will happen. This will be a crazy adventure and it will be fun to see if I can do it again. I'm going to focus on my money and my health. Good luck to you all, may you all be Red Kings Rising.
