17 years ago…
It’s four in the afternoon as I frantically tap away at my keyboard, navigating through menu after menu of soft green terminal text, searching for hidden file caches of the female flesh. Time is of the essence since I still have another hour before my mom comes home from work. And the time it takes to download an image file on my 14.4 kilobit modem takes up to 20 minutes.
At the age of fifteen, I am the only kid in my class with a personal computer. As far as nerds go, I am the king of my school, not to mention a venerable smut peddler dealing in printed porn images acquired from local Bulletin Board systems. What an age we live in, when one can spend the afternoon to download an image of a naked woman straight from your phone line… [click to continue…]
Inspired by a recent Art of Manliness post on various Altoids tin badassery, I decided to make my own version of the Altoids tin survival kit, except geared for those of us who dabble in the pursuit of carnal knowledge.
When I started out this project, the first thing that came to mind was to simply use the tin as a condom case, which by itself works great. It has the ability to snuggly fit up to eight condoms and is a good protective way store your prophylactics, rather than sticking them in a wallet like a sexual noob. [click to continue…]
Hey everybody, we're all gonna get laid!
Though it’s a little bit late for New Year’s resolutions, I thought I might take some time and write out my personal strategery plans for the year. To put it bluntly, this post is really for my own benefit, to get my thoughts written out in a more clear and somewhat organized fashion. However, please feel free to provide feedback and constructive criticism, particularly on the direction of this here blog. [click to continue…]
The bus comes to a slow stop as I give her an awkward hug and a peck on the cheek. “I’ll call you,” I say, just before she boards the number 42…
… It’s been five days now. I haven’t called, not even a text. It’s kind of immature really, but I think I’m justified somehow, that I can do better.
Not that there’s anything terribly wrong with her, though she is quite plain. However, I do like her scuttling around the bedroom in her pink cotton panties. So there are perks, as shallow as they may be.
The issue arises in conversation, or lack thereof. We have nothing. She’s just an average shy girl. There’s no spunk, no sexy attitude, no light banter. It makes me feel like a scumbag, a hypocrite even, when I reject the same type of person I was just six years ago.
This is the conundrum of self improvement – options.
There is an interesting meme circulating the Interwebs recently called Hover Hands. The meme consists of showing pictures of nerdy guys with gorgeous women in which the male’s hands are hovering just inches from the female’s body, indicating the male’s fear of physicality with such women.
This hover hands epidemic amongst the vast majority of today’s beta male population is unfortunate. It clearly shows the lack of confidence and general insecurity of these men when a beautiful woman has her arms draped over them and yet the men are still afraid of resting their hands on the bare skin of a woman’s shoulder or back. It’s quite sad.
Protip: If a woman touches you, then it’s ok recommended that you touch her back.
Here’s a few more examples of what NOT to do: [click to continue…]
