The Fly on the Wall Reports Back on “Girls Night”. Sluts shame good girls.January 27, 2013
Before i start this post let me just get a couple small items off my list.
1. To everyone asking about my p90x page. I’m sorry, i’ve just been too damn lazy to put it together because i tried giving advice tips and info… when i should have just put up my damn pics and be done with it. When the page is ready, i’ll announce it.
2. I’ve hit a personal milestone on my adventure with braces. I can run my tongue along my bottom row of teeth and it feels smooth with no gaps. It’s exciting to see and feel results. I can’t wait for the finished product. Don’t ever kid yourself. A great smile is 50% of your confidence. Also, i can slip the little rubber christmas tree brushes between all but 2 of my teeth! Whoohoo!
Ok, with all that out of the way.
Last night i had a 4 hour conversation my friend, the one who lost a shit ton of weight and is on her way to looking stunning again. Let’s call her “E”. In a previous post i mentioned my almost FWB who went by the label of “J” and my exwife “S”. Let’s also add the label “B” to my ex’s close friend. Keep these in mind as i proceed.
I won’t recap the entire discussion, too bloody long. Let’s just say i am really proud with myself for how much RedPill knowledge i’ve acquired, accepted and internalized. The information i was giving her, the way i answered her numerous questions, and the way the pieces ‘just fit’ in explaining how human nature works, startled even myself when i left for home. I gave her the unvarnished truth and didn’t hold back, neither her nor her brother denied or disagreed with much anything i said because everything i stated was backed up by experiences both of them actually had throughout their lives.
I put the puzzle together for them right before their very eyes. They saw the real picture of the world, the way the pieces were meant to fit, not the disjointed, misshapen horror they were looking at when they tried forcing pieces together that were not meant to be joined.
Of course it doesn’t hurt that she’s what i call a natural RedPill ready woman. She’s a traditional type that accepts the male leads/woman follows dynamic, the Captain/1st officer roles. She admits she likes being led. For lack of better terms, she knows she’s RedPill, she just doesn’t understand why.
Although she was absolutely and completely naive about the world of relationships, and carried no real comprehension of what men look for in women, why the behave the way they do (aka taking walks to see the sunset not because we enjoy it ourselves, but part of the imperative that says we have to entertain your interests if we wish to partake in sex down the road), hypergamy, women’s nature, sexual ranks, attraction, the wall, aging, etc. I told her things she certainly didn’t want to hear, but she took it all in stride. She also learned for the first time ever that i went through 12 years without and didn’t even conceive of the possibility that men aren’t able to get sex when they want. (apex fallacy/80/20) She didn’t think men felt emotions during sex, that it was no different than when a guy masturbates. She really held her mind open to listening and i saw the gears turning as she didn’t blow up in emotional hysterics but actually digested the information, connecting dots.
Like the wisdom of the ancients being emptied from the Matrix of Leadership to combat the Hate Plague, she was an empty vessel ready to be re-filled with knowledge and wisdom. Of ancients no less. Wisdom her grandmother and great grandmothers before her held. Wisdom erased by 40+ years of feminist bullshit.
As i said, it was a long, deep and honest conversation.. with revelations about me and my own personal supplicating beta behaviour and the things i did wrong in my marriage. She also volunteered that she was cognisant of the fact that men are visual and knew full well that guys were going to start coming onto her again after 4 years of being obese. It’s because she’s venturing off into the world of dating that she started the whole conversation with me, specifically me because she has found me to be completely honest and cerebral with her, pulling no punches. She REALLY wants to learn. I found out she is very much the traditionalist and that aside from a brief bit of experimenting with which she did not enjoy the outcomes of, she is a low number count woman.
It was somewhere in the middle of this conversation that i was clued in on the fact that she had experienced a “Girls Night’ with her friend, my ex and my ex’s friend. And it was during this night when girls do as they do when they get together that they discuss boys, and sex acts, and how many guys they’ve slept with.
What i heard simply floored me on a visceral level.
These ‘good girls’ that i had envisioned throughout my entire beta life, my entire incel period.. were feeding at the trough with reckless abandon and it became much more sinister than just that. And here was more poor dear low count friend sandwiched amongst these “ladies” when the question turned to how many guys they let access their gates.
“E” told me that she sat there as she heard the number 18 and 60 thrown out (Tho who had which number she didn’t say). When the time came for her to answer, she was hesitant because her number simply couldn’t compare to theirs, so she meekly said “5″.
This was met with an instant call of BULLSHIT from my ex apparently, who then grilled her for the next 5 minutes claiming she HAD TO have slept with more guys than that, trying to get her to fess up. To say it was a pressure filled and emotionally charged experience for “E” would be an understatement. She confessed that after she had a one night stand, she really felt awful about it, especially when the guy really didn’t care about picking up where they left off. She said she felt dirty and didn’t want to do that again.
This is when “B” jumped in and had the audacity to claim that the real reason why “E” couldn’t land and stick a guy was because she was in fact not sleeping around, and that she should sleep with as many guys as possible if she wanted to find that guy who would start a relationship with her. She went on and on about how her finickiness, her making guys wait, her unwillingness to spread her legs on day 1 was the real stumbling block to her getting the man of her dreams.
I just shook my fucking head upon hearing this.
I could see why “E” is confused. “E” is still single and every time she was with a guy in an LTR in the past, none of them ever got to the point of professing love and wanting marriage with her. When i asked her how she escalated.. she gave me a confused look. For her, making a guy wait was blatantly pushing away roving hands, stern responses to any form of sexual advancement, almost a complete shut-down on all counts towards building any kind of intimacy. We finally came to the conclusion whereby she admitted she most likely pushed guys away by not giving any signals of interest even tho deep inside she wanted to tear their clothes off. They had no clue and she watched them walk away. She had no clue about sending out proper IOI’s and giving a man ‘hope’ that it’s leading to something more. Guys need to be seeing results in the intimacy department if they’re gonna stick around.
Meanwhile she sees high N women like slutty “B” getting married and knocked up with kid filling the feminist dream, watching me marry “S” who apparently has a higher number than i was led to believe. “J”.. well she has no interest in marriage so i won’t knock her in this. At least she’s honest.
I can only imagine what “B”‘s husband would think if he knew how many men she let into her prior to him. He comes off as the quintessential beta, and i feel bad for him. He was a single dad with a daughter, great provider type. With the exception of the kid, they’re the perfect match. I won’t put up their real pics for obvious reasons, but if i did.. you can imaging it looks something like this:
But enough about her marrying an herb.
This was truly perplexing to “E” and she kept drilling me saying “But look at them, they got what they wanted and all of them slept around huge! Maybe i am doing it wrong.” I had to continue telling her that:
- If B’s hubby ever found out her real number, if he had any balls, he’d be sick to his fucking stomach knowing he was basically a tag on the ‘take a number’ roll
- That being a ‘slut’ in order to attain getting a man makes her feel awful inside would destroy her over the long term (as the rawness states men should not become p&d dark game artists looking to fix deep seated issues in their lives. You don’t put a band-aid on a ruptured artery
- That if she found a man, a decent kind man who did not play the field and wanted a girl who was very selective and treated her sexuality with the respect it commands.. he would balk at learning she slept around because others told her to
- my marriage to “S” disintegrated in no small part to her pining for her last emotionally unavailable boyfriend prior to me entering the picture, her 5 minutes of alpha caught up.. not to mention inability to bond after having more cocks than i was under the impression of.
I dunno. Is this something that should just be expected? This happened during a time when “E” was obese, but years earlier she was thin and great looking (as she is displaying again).. but let’s just look at the other 3.. all of whom i put in the ‘very good looking’ category. Birds of a feather i suppose… the beauties stick together. So in a room full of good looking girls, who have options galore, and abuse that option mercilessly with wanton abandon.. the sluts are actually ‘Chaste-Shaming’ the good girl, actively encouraging her to become a whore, telling her that her lot in life won’t improve without it, that she is WRONG for not wanting to cough it up and embrace casual sex.
This is what’s happening behind closed doors folks. The sluts are on the offensive, counter shaming naive young women into becoming sluts, even if it’s against their better judgement.
Because once you put it into the minds of men that every girl is a slut… well then.. guess men will just have to give up chasing an extinct species, like the unicorn or the dodo.. and just accept the sluts past. What other option would you have?
If every woman were a slut, can’t complain about numbers now can we?
Heaven help us..
I have a future series of “I need feminism because…” pictures i’m working on to submit to
…because i feel it’s time to take the Roosh approach and not bother actually debating these retards any more rather just poke fun at and ruin their days just because you can. Fighting against feminism with logic and reason is a losing proposition. I prefer Roosh’s approach of simply making a game out of it, like having a contest about who the ugliest one is, or determine which one is more fuckable than the other. Nothing like stoking the internal fires of intersexual competition amongst these dumb birds.
I also have a post in the works as a direct rebuttle to that fat sow with tits, David “I am a woman trapped in a man’s body” Futrelle with his ridiculous diatribes against Ian and Vox. And i’m going to do it using Roosh methodology because i’m going to have fun with it as only i know i can. Because he’s not debate worthy. He’s scorn worthy. He’s ridicule worthy’.
A Man with Boobs. I mock it.