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A reader passes along this personal anecdote:
I wrote you about a year ago with a tale about a birthday dinner with a girlfriend where I showed up late, had no present, and subsequently violated her in wonderfully new ways that night as a result. The main reason I wrote at the time was because I owe a great deal of how my life has changed, both at work and with women, to your blog.
Today I have another entertaining story that proves yet again how right your posts are. I’ve been talking to a married woman for about a month now. Her husband is well off, but about 15 years older and has made no effort to take care of himself. He also has very little sex drive. She does modeling and acting. I’ve included a picture so you can make your own assessment of how attractive she is (please don’t post that if you do comment on the blog about this. I’m really not looking to affect her career with this). [ed: she’s sexy.]
I’ve been working her pretty hard the last month. She gets approached by men EVERYWHERE. She even has pro athletes trying to hook up with her. So I had to go a different route and ride that line of being somewhat supportive when she complained about her husband, but frequently make sure she knew I found her sexy as hell, and wanted to violate the hell out of her. Halloween, that tension build-up all paid off. We were both at a party at a bar, friends of hers all over, and after just one drink, she didn’t care who was watching. We didn’t even make it to midnight before I was violating her in the parking garage. The thing that was most striking to me after that, was how hard she was working to try to get some indication of commitment from me to assuage any doubts she had about what had happened. She clearly wants out of her marriage, but that old hypergamy makes her want to know she can jump straight from one secure place to another.
The saddest thing is that her husband effectively all but told her to go fuck me. She’s spent years trying to get him to go to the gym, go do things with her instead of sitting on his ass, and be affectionate to her. He basically gave no alpha, and didn’t even give any supportive beta either. As she’d describe her marriage, he honestly sounded more like your typical housewife (let himself go, believes she should just love him for who he is, etc.) than a man.
I wonder if this kind of thing happened with any regularity in Medieval Europe?
Women simply cannot be trusted to act virtuously. Their sexuality must be constrained to some degree by the operating patriarchy if civilization is to flourish. In times past, the threat of lethal cuckold revenge struck fear into the hearts of whorish wives and alpha male interlopers. Today, the State ensures the cuckold foots the bill for any bastard spawn the whore may have with her itinerant lovers.
How far we’ve fallen.
But I digress. The photo the reader included of the cheating wife was quite telling. Some girls just have the “eye of the trollop”; their intense, smoky glare broadcasts far and wide “I act before I think.” I’m not surprised a rich man married her; rich men tend to be both ignorant of female nature (they can’t be bothered to learn) and hooked on the thrill of possessing a dangerously sexy trophy wife. Rich men are under the mistaken assumption that their wealth is enough to keep a wife fulfilled and satisfied. We here who study the crimson arts know better. Perhaps they deserve the cuckolding they get.
The “love me for who I am” platitude has got to be one of the most self-destructive pretty lies a person can sincerely hold. If you believe that, and act in accordance with that belief, I can practically guarantee you will suffer in love. Even the most naturally natural alpha males who strut with conviction that they are Satan’s gift to the world know that women require certain emotional stimulations to respond sexually and to fall in love.
What can we learn from this reader’s story? Well, if you like the idea of fucking sexy, bored housewives in nightclub parking garages, you should be aware of the following:
1. Does she give off that wonderful whore vibe? Watch for the eyes and the walk. Women who love da cockas have a certain way of walking. And if she glances even for a split second at your package, she’s pre-lubed.
2. Has she been drinking? Really, it helps.
3. Does she complain about her husband or boyfriend within the first five minutes of meeting her? Now you may think this is a recipe for being her emotional tampon so she can bitch about the asshole she loves, but the benefit to you depends greatly on how you handle her whining. Too much concern, you’re beta toast. Too little, you give her no excuse to find salvation in your crotch. Also be cognizant of the style of her complaints; if she’s down to fuck around, she’ll sound more coldly dismissive of her husband or boyfriend rather than earnestly despairing.
4. Do her friends all seem like sluts? Slutty female friends are rarely cockblocks. Do you know why? Because sluts love it when their friends are sluts, too. It means no chance of being judged.
5. Is it Halloween? If it is, double your odds of closing the deal on the same night.
Whatever you do, never give your real name, address or phone number to a married woman. The last thing you need is a shotgun in your face when you open the front door.