It was a late night at a new grimy club in the too-cool-for-school section of DC. I was chatting up an OK-looking chick made cuter by her sexy accent, youth, perfectly round ass, and the strong possibility of pulling a same night lay. But not a girl I’d consider long-term material.
An hour later I made the requisite bounce with her to another nearby dimly lit hipster hole in the wall (venue changes = compressed dates into one night engendering false feeling of intimacy). Couples were going into the bathrooms to do bumps off keys and grope against piss-splattered walls. On the “dance”floor (more like swayfloor) I saw a girl I knew. She was shitfaced and way too happy to see me. My mind started to race. Switch targets? Make the other girl jealous? Attempt threesome?
As I’m ignoring my first girl, my wingman leans in and barks “Focus!”
I focused. Back to the original plan. With renewed purpose, I felt myself entering the zone. The Zone is when you are taking the lead on everything, being the man, enveloping the girl in the musky shroud of your masculinity, and you are not apologizing for any of it. You are a stalking leopard about to pounce. And she is following without hassle and you can see the deep attraction in her eyes. She will put up token resistance, sure, but you’ve been here before… you know it means nothing. It is the resistance of a woman who is secretly happy to surrender to forces beyond her control. The outcome is preordained.
It is the second-best feeling in the world.
The next morning all I could think was how to hustle her off without hurting her feelings. She roused herself from sleep early and, after a blowjob reveille, looked at me with a serious face.
“I’m leaving to go back home to [insert faraway foreign country here] this afternoon.”
Godsend!
“Wow. Wow. Well, that kinda sucks. I’ll walk you to the Metro.”
One more flag added to my flag count, and 90% of them were gotten within five blocks of my place in DC.
So, I’m asking honestly here… as a guy, do you ever have concerns that you’ll catch something? I’m assuming [of course] that you used protection during the actual deed. What I’m getting at is …blow jobs are fun and all, but unless she’s sucking on your schwang with some latex as barrier, you still run a [high] risk. Again, it’s an honest question and not at all meant to incite anger/annoyance. I’m just really curious.
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S&M is your favorite, no?
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“It is the second-best feeling in the world.”
I’ll bite; what’s the first?
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I’d say you owe that AWSOME wingman a drink……… at Dan’s….. next time you guys are out (next weekend).
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the best feeling is when the girl conveniently has somewhere (far far away) to go the next day.
note: only applies to girls you’re not keen to see again.
vk – you know it. dan’s next weekend. cheap ass horse piss beer on me!
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An observation: It seems in the process of procuring the service you desired, that you engaged your mind and hands (so to speak) but not your heart. The marketplace has no real need of your heart-though it pretends to offer this and that to put us more in touch with our hearts-in reality it’s a hindrance to creating more and better cogs in the wheel. (I’m a big consumer myself, by the way.)
She-on the other hand-might have been indulging in gooey sentimentality. In other words, the imaginings, illusions, dreams and hallucinations of the heart. If she was catching a plane that same day though, it sounds like in this case she (like you) knew exactly what she was doing.
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The very best feeling in the world is when you really have to go to the bathroom, and finally go.
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Roissy!
What is best in life?
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I dig the blog, man. Read it often. But I think you have a problem, not a big problem but it’s there. You have the mentality of a guy who doesn’t get laid. I believe that you get laid easily, based on your posts, so I don’t understand why you have this bitterness.
My friends and I get laid, no problem, my dad did too before he married my mom, and he taught me something that is part of my and my friends’ creed: leave a woman with her dignity. Take care of her heart. Yes, you’re going to break some hearts having sex with so many women, but learn the skill to get laid without hurting them. It’s part of being a guy, protecting them.
It’s like, in your mind, women are the enemy to be conquered. Guys that don’t get laid have this mentality, they don’t know any better. But you spend time with so many women, you have sex, I don’t know why you don’t see that they need affection and basic human decency.
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Jake said it well. You are a master at bedding women, Roissy. So why regard them with such contempt, even if you conceal that contempt successfully? Women are lovely creatures. Enjoying their companionship carries the responsibility of respecting them and protecting their feelings. Even if you don’t let on that you are seeking to “hustle her out without hurting her feelings” it’s curious that you have these thoughts in the first place.
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@jake: that’s a great observation. i wonder if roissy will explain for his curious readers.
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I think you are all taking this too seriously. Roissy’s blog is entertainment. Besides, it’s quite obvious that he is not as confident as he pretends to be. That’s why he has to talk about his exploits so much, and make himself out to be a stud. We’ve all met these types.
Take it with a pinch of salt.
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My, my. 9, 10, 11, 12 restores my faith in humanity.
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I have two theories:
1) This is Roissy’s writing style, aimed at the audience of sexless men. The audience also reads Rooshblog, so yeah.
2) Roissy is anorexic aka a bit too in control of his seduction techniques, making him less happy than if it was a natural seduction.
or I’m wrong. either
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1) makes the most sense – who else would be into this, besides insecure girls who are gluttons for punishment or locals drawn in by the title and staying for the local references. ?
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Roissy’s attitude belies his vulnerability. Some of us tend to toughen up when we’ve been hurt and deny that we ARE vulnerable, making us hard hearted and more likely to hurt others. There’s a subconscious expectation of being hurt which makes it likely to happen again. Am reading a book called “Emotional Wellness” that’s helping me understand what it takes to transform emotional illness/negativity into emotional wellness and regain the true courage it takes to be vulnerable and intimate. We have the false idea that toughening up will protect us somehow and it simply does not.
Appreciate the chivalrous/protective comments. Admittedly women are highly confused and conflicted on that whole issue. Being emotionally protected & provided for by a man feels wonderful, but then we get mixed messages from society. The “You don’t need a man!” and “Why aren’t you married?” messages.
I say if it feels good do it, and what feels good changes with experience, but follow your emotions, not ignoring your head because what you think effects your emotions.
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Roissy!
What is best in life?
facials.
leave a woman with her dignity. Take care of her heart. Yes, you’re going to break some hearts having sex with so many women, but learn the skill to get laid without hurting them.
spare me this new age seduction community bullshit.
no one who beds women regularly does so in order to hurt them. the joyful exciting experience is a mutual one. that does not mean to turn a blind ignorant eye to the reality of psychological differences between men and women.
So why regard them with such contempt, even if you conceal that contempt successfully?
you are mistaking contempt for clear thinking.
Women are lovely creatures.
especially if you know how to turn them on.
Enjoying their companionship carries the responsibility of respecting them and protecting their feelings.
would you say women who enjoy my companionship are responsible for protecting my feelings?
i don’t.
Even if you don’t let on that you are seeking to “hustle her out without hurting her feelings” it’s curious that you have these thoughts in the first place.
the foreign girl in this post left with a warm glow and a smile on her face.
to the studio audience: try not to see what is obviously not there.
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The contempt probably comes simply from experience. I get the feeling that Roissy, like a lot of guys, grew up as a romantic. He read the stories and watched the movies about two people who are meant for each other overcoming all obstacles to be together and falling in love for all time.
And then he grew up. And saw how women behave in the real world, saw that what they claim to find attractive in a man — decency, loyalty, humor, and affection — is often at odds with what they actually respond to — confidence, status, resources, and a certain air of disinterest that implies you have other options at your disposal. The gulf between the two is the source of the bitterness and contempt because ironically, I think Roissy wants to have the sort of love he imagined when he was growing up. He wants to be in a relationship with someone who loves him for who he is, not the front he puts up to attract her interest, and who he in turn loves as an equal, not someone he successfully manipulated into sleeping with him by employing game tactics.
But that’s not likely to happen, even if he meets that person, because the well has already been poisoned. And I can’t say it’s entirely his fault. I know because it happened to me. My contempt doesn’t run nearly as deeply, but the more I live, the more I observe how women respond to men who have game — including my own relatively limited skills — the more it grows.
But enough of my amateur armchair psychology. Roissy, quick — think of an insult for Hillary that starts with “x” and uses less than seven letters.
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Roissy wants to have the sort of love he imagined when he was growing up.
understanding what it is about being a man that women fall in love with is not necessarily a prescription for bitterness.
or: just because i can see the forest for the trees doesn’t mean i don’t still savor the beauty and majesty of the forest.
think of an insult for Hillary that starts with “x” and uses less than seven letters.
xunt.
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18, Reggie: ” the well has already been poisoned.”
WE are the one’s who’ve been poisoned and we can become unpoisoned by being willing to look honestly and brutally if need be, at our own contribution to the poisoned well and becoming better in our own eyes for doing so. We attract everything based on the view we have of ourselves.
Here’s something completely from left field to ponder or dismiss as bullshit. It made sense to me; there exists a schism in 99.9% of us where we think their is a separation between us and what we feel. For example “I am angry”, “I am horny”, “I am jealous”, “I am worthless”, “I am loving.” So instead the advice is this: say instead “I am anger”, “I am horniness”, “I am jealousy”, “I am worthlessness”, “I am lovingness”, etc. A simple switch of the mind and see how it feels. It’s a emotional wellness technique that removes the possibility of taking anything personally, especially when you apply it to others as well.
Like I said, left field, but I’m digging it.
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i’m searching for the motivation for writing this blog, rather than psychoanalyzing.
i write my blog because it’s an outlet for creativity, vanity, and the only place i feel comfortable standing on a soap box
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I have a strong suspicion most of roissy’s “stories” are fictional.
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Forget facials, it’s to crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of the women!
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Way to go Roissy !
These guys talk like you are dealing with delicate romantic flowers, and not first night f***ing independent sluts.
If a girl is able to travel abroad, go to a night club and sleep with a stranger in the same night, she does not have to be treated like a flower. Give her equality.
keep up the good job.
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