Cappy has a long post about the true amounts of effort that men put in attempting to woo women.
Like Roosh writing “Game,” The Red Man Group bends over backwards to investigate, understand, and accommodate for women and women’s psychology. Again, I ask, “where is the female equivalent of such accommodations to recognize and accommodate for men’s psychology?”
We could go on, but in nearly every case, blog, podcast, or vlog in the red pill community, men are spending inordinate amounts of time, labor, and resources trying to figure out what women want and delivering that to them.
In my twenties I put in an inordinate amount of time, effort, and money chasing women. Then I got a job as a rafting guide and suddenly getting women required hardly any effort at all. I would go to work on a rafting trip, there would be pretty girls, they might or might not be in my own raft; it didn’t matter, and at the end of the day I’d suggest to one that we got out for a drink, and she’d say yes, and that was about all it took.
Seriously boys, if you want to get laid on a regular basis just pick a profession that deals with chicks while they’re on holiday and they want a story to take back to the girls in the office. You’re the story. I didn’t take up rafting to get laid, I did it to see the world and because I’ve been a whitewater nut since I was twelve. But a side benefit of rafting was the fact that it gets you into shape and chicks dig it.
Of course I still needed to put in some effort to my appearance, but I do that anyway because I do it for me not for them. Honestly, I find the fact that men will run around and dedicate themselves to ridiculous levels of pursuit and in the process take up just about any fad available just in order to get laid to be not only embarrassing but the entire point as to why they’re mostly unsuccessful in the first place.
Girls want interesting men but if you’re only doing a certain activity just to get girls then your superficiality will shine through which completely undermines your supposed level of being interesting.
Now that I am older and divorced the idea of spending my extremely valuable time, not to mention money, chasing women is anathema to me. I simply cannot be bothered. I am tired at the end of the week and I am doing other stuff; trying to complete my next book for example. I am naturally able to both charm and fascinate women but I know when I meet a woman and she is both charmed and fascinated by me that I will still have to play the game and do the dance if I want to have sex with her, and after all these years I just don’t want the sex that badly.
In all honesty, it gives me more of a thrill to know that I could sleep with a hawt twenty year old that I just met down at the gym if I tried than actually having to do all of the work that actually leads to that process. I’ve slept with loads of hawt twenty year olds in my time and it was great but at a certain point it loses its luster, mainly because I have grown up.
What would I want out of a woman now? What do I need from a woman now?
Nothing. I simply can’t be bothered. And I’m in the prime of my life. Girls, it was already hard enough dealing with you, but you’ve all gone and made it so hard that it’s not worth the trouble. Add to that the fact that the vast majority of you are seriously damaged goods but you reckon that you’re goddamn princesses and we’re talking about a major imbalance between fantasy and reality. The goods that are on offer are not even close to the asking price. For the vast majority of you, your sexual market value for me is a big fat zero. Actually it’s in the negative; I wouldn’t take the time to get to know you if you paid me.
Kinda liberating really.