JTF-Bravo wrote:
Women understand, on a visceral level, that mongering is a threat to their monopoly on vagina. They are like union members that despise 'scab' replacement workers, short term contract employees, and companies that relocate "their" factories to lower cost venues. You are taking resources they feel entitled to (time/money/entertainment they get from dates, gifts they demand as "girlfriends," your salary when they expect as wives) and diverting them to more competitive laborers. ... Imagine how much "I don't give a Phuck" pheromones he could have exuded with his freshly drained balls that would have gotten the round-heeled blonde neighbor into his bed in months and not years....without having to do all the chores/favors/"loans" she reserves for friend-zoned beta-male orbiters...People tell you to be yourself. Are you a better version of yourself when you have gone hungry for a few days? Are you a better version of yourself when you have been denied sleep for a few days? So why aren't you a better version of yourself when you monger a couple times of year?
Truer words have never been written, JTF. Mongering helped me understand that pu*sy is a worldwide commodity, with American puritanical culture constantly constricting the supply of pu*sy which, with either steady or increasing penile demand, causes the "price" (what men will do for a steady supply of pu*sy) to rise.
I've been a round peg trying to fit professionally and culturally in America all my adult life. I put my balls on the shelf and my manhood on the side (beta-male style) to try and make marriage and family work. Two divorces later, I finally understand that at age 60.
A few years ago, the chicas tapped into a "berzerker" side of my personality that had been dormant too long, then unwittingly sent me home to handle my business. The result? I made some difficult business and family decisions to cut off some toxic relationships that should have terminated much earlier. For that I'm grateful to the women of HDR, SL, et.al.
In the interim, I've been on 2 "legitimate" gringa dates since I've been mongering--both disasters in my mind. Spent $150 each for drinks, dinner, bullshit conversation (their version of due diligence to determine if you're 'worthy'). All I could think of was that I just blew R/T flights to SJO from South FL and/or 1 TLN with a fave.
I know I was impatient as hell on both dates and at the end, I was trying to cut deals, at least conceptually, like I would do in the HDR-what I want, how often I want it, what I'm willing to do. Both said no, because they wanted to "take it slow." You don't know how badly I wanted to stand up, point my finger 1 inch away from their noses, and say, "BITCH, I GOT OPTIONS YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT!" Needless to say, I didn't call back either one.
Did I learn a lesson? Yes. I should do no-cost due diligence of my own by asking them what THEY want. And if it's not drive-by, get-in-when-you-fit-in sex, I'm gone. Phuck them and their desire for free food and drinks. After all, it's a numbers game and some woman or 2 will eventually take the deal. If not, SJO is 2.5 hours away.
I'm not looking for a long-term relationship, or serial short-term relationships here in America. I'm generally an introverted loner. I'm happy to build SJO into my budget indefinitely just like a mortgage, electricity, etc. unless something better comes along somewhere else.