I wanted to further dissect a snippet from /u/RedPope's Field Report, "Dirty Sheets". It is an excellent field report, and you should definitely read it if you haven't already. Mr. Pope displays an excellent example of amused mastery and frame control in the face of female sluttery.

https://archive.is/fOQ7T

The part I wish to dissect a little bit is this, which will (should) be obvious to the veterans but may still be a bit hazy for the newly unplugged and the lurkers:

"I don't even like him!" she protested. "It didn't mean anything. I wanted you, but you weren't there!"

It used to mystify me, in the days of my blue pill slumber, how women could say this after cheating. I literally couldn't wrap my brain around it. I couldn't understand how women could just nonchalantly dismiss allowing another man to spray her uterus, whilst in the middle of a (supposedly) committed, long term relationship, and then upon being discovered for the tramp that she is, simply dismiss it as:

"IT DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING.", or in the case of one of my past blue pill LTRs, "IT WASN'T A BIG DEAL."

But that's the rub, see? And it's a rub that you simply can't understand until you start looking at the realities of women through a red lens rather than through the aqua colored delusion that our "Women are Wonderful" society feeds us. That rub of reality is simply this:

All sex, be it sex with you, sex with Chad, sex with Brad, or sex with Thad, is literally meaningless and no big deal to women because, quite simply, sex is orders of magnitude easier to obtain for women than it is with men. It is common; far more common than a blue piller or newly redded man will either admit or acknowledge. Common like dirt or air. And as we all know, things that are "common" are taken for granted. You don't get ecstatic over eating rice, because rice is common and cheap. You don't savor the air in your lungs because it is common and quite literally free. And things that are common and easy to have are not appreciated.

This is what sex is like to the average American modern woman. After 12 years on the carousel, it's very cheap and common to her.

Even the most adonis-belt, six-pack adorned, monied, good looking HB9 of a stud male will not have anywhere near the access to immediate, at-will sex that even the most average HB6 of a woman in her early 30's will have. There's a saying we used to have here that I haven't seen in months, and that saying is you are never going to out-slut a slut. She will always have access to more cock than you will have to pussy.

"So JP," you ask, "that's all well and great, but what is your point with all of this bloviating?"

My point is that there are valid reasons why we say committing to post wall women, namely older than 30 to 32, is a terrible, terrible idea. It's not some random postulated theory that we Vanguard fucks cooked up over a pot smoking session to make fun of muffin-topped 30-somethings.

An unmarried woman at that age (early- to mid-thirties), who's been riding the cock carousel for 12 to 16 years, has completely divorced the act of sex from the concepts of love, commitment, and passion. Sex is no different than smoking weed, drinking her mimosa with her girlfriends at Sunday brunch, or riding with the top down in her Mazda Miata convertible. It's just another source for serotonin release, and nothing more.

See, that's ultimately what /u/RedPope's girl was saying to him when he confronted her about the dirty cum stain on her bed. The explication was that sex with her weed dealer "didn't mean anything." However, the implication of those words is that those five months of, what on the surface looked like "passionate" "loving" sex, was also, ultimately, meaningless to her. If she wasn't gonna get dicked by Mr. Pope that day, a substitute would do. See, dick for women is what economists would call a fungible good. Google it if you don't know what that means.

A woman who reaches 33 and is still single is single for a reason, and 99/100 times that reason is cock carousel. A woman that old, who is even mildly attractive, has undoubtedly turned down multitudes of "good men" who tried to lock her down into an LTR.

Remember how we say watch what they do and ignore what the hamster says? Well, a 30-something may say that she's "not like that anymore" and that she's "ready to settle down". Well her history demonstrates otherwise.

Take heed, beware the post-wall hamster, and remember AWALT.