Commenter jack rips a page from Heartistian dark magic texts and presents his own mischievous thought experiment.
I posed this question to my blue pill friends.
Let’s say you’re going to die tomorrow. (Your wife/gf) doesn’t exist. You can have sex with one girl tonight as a grand finale to your life, but she will be random and the ONLY thing you can choose about her is her age.
Nobody picked an age higher than 19.
I said 16.
The interesting thing about jack’s question is that it left the issue of the woman’s beauty unresolved. If you as a man have no idea how a girl will look, you’ll pick a younger girl because you know that whatever a woman’s looks relative to other women, she herself will never look better (read: more fuckable) than when she’s in her late teens. That’s the way to bet.
The law can come down hard, feminists and their manboob flipfloplickers can howl with indignation, white knights can insist to the contrary while steadfastly ignoring the boner putting the lie to their words, but the biological facts of male desire will go on unchanged and irrevocable.
Now, if the question had been posed with the hypothetical girl’s beauty added as a variable, the answers men give would be different:
“a hot 17 year old”
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