You meet a girl. She makes you horny. So you like her. But you know she’ll bug the fuck out of you. Sooner or later.
How do you not push that moment. When you are “good with women” you force yourself to make it happen too fast. You look for flaws in her to gird yourself. Make it so she can’t get to you. Love is a fight and you stay on top by loving the other person less. You get to where it’s like this right away. From the first date. First minute. You get girls so you can feel something. But you can only get girls if you feel nothing.
This girl, though. It felt like nature meant for us to breed. Her armpits smelled like our kids would be immune to some ancient parasite. I want to rut with her and fill her soft belly full of babies. I like her accent. Her eyes. But she will bug the fuck out of me sooner or later. The “game” part of you pushes for that moment. Too fast.
Don’t push it. And don’t pull it back. Just feel what you feel. But you tell yourself: snap out of it. This is fleeting bullshit, your mind says. You know it will end so end it now. There’s no free lunch and you can’t break even. Love is a made up story. If you like them they don’t like you.
What can you do. God is evil. She will bug the fuck out of me.
Sooner rather than later.
delicioustacos 
“You get girls so you can feel something. But you can only get girls if you feel nothing…If you like them they don’t like you.”
catch-22.
something about the way womens’ minds work, they love contradictions.
you’re a fucking genius. stating the obvious. keep writing. keep drinking (not to excess, but easier said than done)
I spend so much time trying not to care. I wish we lived in savage times and I had to protect a woman through overt violence so she would know I gave a fuck and she would respect my murder on her behalf. I wish I had to kill other rapist/suitors to protect her honor and ” shit tests ” were a distant hope of hers in a world not governed by violence. But alas this is not modern reality, food comes for Whole Foods, and safety from police and government. My inclination toward protection and respect makes me unfuckable. So I pretend to be aloof, have recreational drugs, and let her talk to other guys to ” keep my alpha frame” . I am a 6’4 gym rat , 240 pure muscle , intimidating frame and half negro just pretending I do not want to give a fuck about a girl, while she shit tests me about not texting her back immediately when she was upset about a rescue cat that needed vaccination . Bitch I can kill with my bare hands , give me doggie style sex with my thumb in your butt. Fuck, right?
HAHA start your own blog man
I wish I was as talented as DT , then I would.
You wrote one good paragraph. Repeat that 3-5 times, once a week.
Bam, you’ve got a blog.
Before I started blogging, I thought it’d be more complicated than that.
It’s not.
Another vote for start your own blog. Then comment here so people can follow you. Also, it’s all good and well to protect and respect people, but you gotta realize, those things are earned. They are not a default state for anyone you could protect/respect.
“Her armpits smell like our kids would be immune to some ancient parasite.”
That’s the stuff I come here for!
❤ ❤ ❤
Glad to see you fucking start writing regularly again
I do love when he writes this frequently.
church.
>Love is a fight and you stay on top by loving the other person less.
Why does this have to be true all the fucking time.
Amen.
Most of us swingin dicks, we keep trying like fools:
“This girl, though. It felt like nature meant for us to breed. Her armpits smelled like our kids would be immune to some ancient parasite. I want to rut with her and fill her soft belly full of babies.”
Dude, I know this feeling. I met a good woman, red pill. Yeah she annoys me sometimes. All women do. But I’m her man, and she’s my woman and I’m about to say fuck it and buy a ring (I’m christian, we still do that). I gave up looking for a soul mate and I’m just looking for a mate. And she’s a damn good one and she wants my body every night.
I think it’s a good deal. Don’t overthink yourself bro. Love people where they’re at. Kill this darwinistic shit where it stands and emote.
“You get girls so you can feel something. But you can only get girls if you feel nothing.”
It’s so sad but so true.
Women only care about the men who don’t care about them.
Women are attracted to guys who care about and pursue other things, like making apps, making money, success, a political career, invading a country, making music, surfing, skateboarding, whatever.
Showing a woman you care for her, somehow that triggers her hindbrain into thinking you’re unworthy, that you’re not superior to her and other guys.
The moment a man shows he cares for a girl is the moment she starts looking for the next uncaring guy.
I can attest to DT’s lamentations about bartenders getting all the pussy. I’ve been in 2 situations where the girl I was talking to was all dewey-eyed over the guy behind the bar pouring drinks and ignoring her entirely.
DT would get drastically fewer girls if (1) he didn’t/couldn’t write well, (2) didn’t have that picture of him at the Oscars, (3) started caring.
Caring is for nuns and Peace Corps volunteers.
For the rest of us, who want success and pussy, thrill and less stress in life, just get used to not caring.
Well said.
this here had nothin to do wit horse cock.
im disappointed.!!!
preach
I know how you feel.
First of all I would like to say wonderful blog!
I had a quick question in which I’d like to ask
if you do not mind. I was curious to find out how you center yourself and clear your head prior to writing.
I’ve had a tough time clearing my thoughts in getting my
thoughts out there. I truly do take pleasure in writing but it just seems like the first 10 to 15 minutes are usually wasted
simply just trying to figure out how to begin.
Any recommendations or hints? Kudos!
I remember this.