There are a lot of false impressions circulating about the motivation behind men’s Darwinian struggle to fuck the most beautiful women. Of course, the cultural explanation is gibberish so I won’t bother to address that here. What interests me is the oft-repeated claim, mostly by women but also by some men with beta issues, that the primary drive for men’s unstoppable lust to score only the hottest girls is to boost their ego by being seen in public with arm candy.
This is not true. The essential motivation for scoring the best-looking women is the visceral pleasure signals it sends to the reward centers of the male brain. To gaze on a beautiful woman’s face, admire the curves of her body, and make love with her all night long is its own reward. The little bit of ego-massaging that comes from walking into a crowded room and showing off the hot girl in your company pales in comparison to the ecstasy of privately kissing her lips in a quiet room with the blinds drawn.
I suspect the people who think that men chase hot girls the most feverishly so as to lord it over other men have an agenda. They want to believe that human nature is not immutable; that with the right amount of peer pressure and fist-shaking at the media juggernaut men’s desires can be altered — tamed — to accommodate their conceit. And pride is malleable where thermonuclear blasts of lust are not.
If, on the other hand, men pursue the best-looking women at the behest of hidden compulsions buried deep in the reptilian cores of their brains, then there is nothing can be done to change this fact of manhood and what it means for less attractive girls.
How your body responds to a woman during sex tells the tale. The hotter I find the girl, the better the sex is, all else being equal. Since men remember sex acts with crystal clear clarity, it’s easy for me to recall the exact specifications of my sexual encounters with each woman in my life. Not to put too fine a point on it, but my jizzbombs were heavier and the distance ejected farther with the prettier girls. Since this is something I cannot consciously control, it is proof of the innate characteristics of the male sex drive.
In the interest of science, I’ve put my beauty-to-cumload comparison in a handy chart:
hotness of woman size of load squirt distance
0 * *
1 * *
2 * *
3 pre-cum only had to be squeezed out
4 droplet dribble
5 <5 grams 2 cm
6 fills bellybutton 3 inches
7 1 tbsp 8 inches
8 2 tbsps 1.5 feet
9 1/4 cup 3 feet
10 gallon** 5 yards**
*insufficient data
**extrapolation
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