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What Should You Do if Your Wife or GF is Turning you Down for Sex?

I came across this post on reddit recently:

It was so good for so long after we had the first talk. Once a week at best now. The number of windows that have to line up perfectly is increasing beyond any real hope. Kids. Dogs. Feelings. How her day went. What’s on her mind. What time it is.

Why am I jumping through all the hoops while she gets to do nothing? How is it that I’ve become the one always asking?

It doesn’t feel like she wants me sexually anymore. Maybe I’m overreacting. I don’t know what to do. If I try another Talk she’ll say that I get this way if we don’t have sex for a week. That I need to wait.

Wait for what?


Buddy, she is giving you the runaround. Jumping through more hoops isn’t going to make her vagina wet and that’s a fact.  The harsh truth is that clearly she has lost most sexual interest. Could be you, could be something to do with her. Bottom line is that pestering her for sex is only going to make the problem worse.

I had a similar problem about a year back. My SO was working a lot, kept blowing me off for ‘work stuff.’ Our sex life wasn’t awful, it was like 1-2x per week.  But still I wanted it to be more of a priority.  These are the things I did that worked.

1) I had a talk similar to yours. I told her that the amount of sex we were having was unacceptable to me. Didn’t change anything.

2) I got really turned off and stopped caring about sex with her. I got really into myself and started lifting weights more than I usually would, did kickboxing, etc. I made it a point to plan things with guyfriends where she wouldn’t be coming. Not to be a dick but just to make sure we had things going on in separate spheres.

3) The turning point came when, one night after I had been really into all of this stuff, she came on to me for sex one night and I turned her down, ‘I’m just really tired tonight,’ I said. She got really upset and worried, because I basically had never turned her down for sex before. I elaborated, ‘Listen, after getting turned down all those times…idk I’m just not in the mood right now.’ I wasn’t trying to be a dick I was just legitimately salty about being turned down so many times and had other things on my mind.

After that there was a noted change in behavior and effort on her part. Ironically, a big part of it came from her noting that, ‘wow, he actually doesn’t care if we do or don’t hook up.’ Any air of desperation on my part was gone.

Remember, if she’s turning you down just work on yourself. You can’t control her reaction to you but you can control everything about yourself: Workout, diet, hobbies, etc. If you have a noted change in behavior she’ll pick up on it.

Godspeed my friend.

Why do People Hate the Red Pill?

I recently came across the deadbedrooms subreddit.  It’s always interesting to read guys in their 40s accounts of how shitty their sex lives are.  As a male in my 20s, it gives me an example not to aspire to.

But what’s more interesting is the hate that the red pill gets in non-red pill parts of Reddit.  In particular, I found one exchange where a guy who wasn’t getting any from his wife was advised to check out the red pill subreddit for self improvement advice.  He declined, saying that he’d ‘never check out anything red pill or associated with it.’

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Why the blind hatred?

The guy whose not getting laid says, “The thought of any form of manipulation seems, just ‘icky,’”

So…you’re expecting sex with your wife to just ‘happen?’

Obviously that’s not been working out for you, buddy.  Self-improvement is not manipulation.

Neither is playing in a band, having a few girls come up to you after the show and give you their number while your girlfriend is watching. But it sure as hell makes your GF realize that she shouldn’t hold sex above your head.

The best way to predict the future is to create it.

So, that is my question to you.  Why are you skeptical about the ‘red pill?’  Really all it is is a bunch of men trying to improve their lives, and yes, lay hotter women.  Last time I checked that’s what men have been hard-wired to do for centuries.


How Game makes the World a Better Place


Feminists and manboobs like to shit on game as a concept, but the truth is that even a rudimentary knowledge of game puts a man way ahead of the fellas who don’t understand it.

You’re just learning game to sleep with girls, say the naysayers. Well, A) yes, and B) so the fuck what? Actually what you are doing is improving your ability to connect with women on a deeper emotional level…which often ends in sex.

This is a story about the first second girl I ever used “game” on. I was never bad at getting with girls, but after gaining a rudimentary understanding of some pickup principles, my ability to escalate with them rose to a new level.

Elevated so much, in fact, that after spending just about 3 hours total with a Chilean girl one night, she later wrote me a 20 page letter to me detailing how our encounter changed her life for the better.

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I was lonewolfing in Santiago, Chile on one of those touristy bar crawls you find in capital cities where you pay $15 to drink for free for a few hours.

Fresh out of my 2 years of Peace Corps service, I was accustomed to not speaking English for weeks at a time. Thus I was looking to meet some cool locals that night. However, at this barcrawl, there were zero Chileans. It was all tourists—mostly Americans. This disappointed me.

A few minutes after the bar crawl started, a camera crew appeared with an attractive news anchor. I observed her as she walked around the bar with her crew, trying to interview already drunk Americans in the bar. She would only stay with each person for about 30 seconds.

After about 15 minutes of this, she walked to the front of the bar and sat down, looking bored.

I walked up to her and spoke to her in Spanish:

“That’s a big camera you got there. Are you making a movie?”

“Oh, I’m supposed to be doing a story on the bar crawl and interviewing people, but no one here speaks Spanish… wait do you speak Spanish?”


She smiled. “Oh. Can I interview you?”

“I suppose so” I said with a smirk.

I ranted about how I thought this was the dumbest barcrawl I’ve seen, that the one in Buenos Aires was way more fun because there was at least some cultural exchange with Argentines, and if I wanted to get drunk with all Americans I could do that anywhere in the U.S. She then tried to figure out what I was doing in South America, what the Peace Corps was, etc. Eventually she just turned off the camera and kept asking me questions. I told her she should join us and have drinks. She said no, but she would show me around the city the next day.

The Date

We met the next day in the centro, and she showed me around a little bit before we headed to a pizza place. I decided that during this date, I would apply stuff I learned from Bang and I The Game, both of which I had just read while on my trip.

While we ate pizza, I tried out some routines on her. I guessed which number she was thinking of between 1-10 (7) and then ran Roosh’s “Strawberry Game” on her. For strawberry game, you basically tell a girl to picture a field of strawberries, then ask her questions about the field: “How high is the fence? How many do you stop and eat right there? What do you say when the farmer accuses you of stealing his strawberries?” and then the answers are interpretations of how open she is with her sexuality. Girls love this shit.

As I spoke, I almost started to trip over my words as I noticed that Liz was, staring at my eyes with her mouth half open, hanging on my every word. She was riveted.

“Your fence is a little high,” I told her. “You find it difficult to open up to people, especially sexually.”

“Oh my gosh,” She replied. I honestly thought she might slap me since I barely knew her and was making assumptions about her.

“That is incredible,” she said.

Holy shit, this shit works? I thought.

We exited restaurant. She began to walk ahead of me. I decided to try another one of Roosh’s maneuvers.

“Ahem,” I said. I pointed to my arm, extended in the ‘grab onto me’ position.

“Oh, okay,” she complied, and grabbed on to my arm as I walked her back to the subway.

“We’ll just go to my place for few minutes. I need to show you something.”

I had to skype with another girl so I made her wait in my lobby for a half hour while I went up my room, aka the apartment where I was couchsurfing. Eventually she came up, I showed her some youtube video, then we started going at it, making out. Clothes were coming off.

I tried every LMR tactic in the book to make something happen, at least a BJ, but I couldn’t break through:

“I…I can’t,”

“Why not?”

“You’re leaving in just a few days.”


“….And….I just broke up with my boyfriend of 5 years,” she started tearing up a little bit.

Is that who keeps calling you?”

“Yes…but it’s over. I told him it’s over…”

“You are so amazing,” she continued. “You’ve made me believe in love again. You have no idea what you’ve done for me. You were so right about the fence around my strawberry field. It’s up high right now.”

Seriously. Nice job Roosh.

I said goodbye after our experience with little intention of ever talking to her again, especially since I was living the country in a few days. She would send me emails every few days, and I ignored them all.

About a month after I had left, she sent me a 20 page word document narrative of our experience together and how it changed her life, titled “Strawberries: Nothing is the same since that day.”

The interesting thing is that it includes her perspective of all of the events that took place, including how she felt when she had ‘game’ and ‘routines’ run on her.

The moral of the story is that game changes lives, my friends. Take those emotions into your own hands. And enjoy the ride. If you haven’t already, I would definitely recommend Roosh’s Bang as well as Niel Strauss’s The Game to get you started on your journey. Not that you should take both books 100% literally and start running routines on girls. But you have to start somewhere. And who knows, you might change a life!

I’m including the document as a way of verifying this story.  It’s in Spanish.  She even titled the document ‘Strawberries’ when she sent it to me. Even just a little game can put you far, far ahead of the curve, gentlemen.

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Patrick Syndrome: Why Being a Nice Guy Doesn’t Get the Girl Anymore

At the restaurant where I work, there is a great guy who we’ll call Patrick. Patrick is 23 and got a job as a busboy during his post college year, while he applies to Medical Schools.
Patrick is everything a girl should want in a man. He is tall, handsome, stays in shape, is very intelligent, and gets along with everyone. He is so friendly and likeable at work that he just got promoted from busboy to bartender.

Patrick likes a girl, Jackie. Jackie is a cute 19 year old hostess who works at our restaurant. I often see Jackie at a local bar I like to frequent, and as I have a girlfriend do not care to hit on her. She is very attractive, and is always getting hit on aggressively by some dude who is way below her league. From what I know about her, she seems like a sweet girl although I am not so sure after what she told me when drunk the other night: “I love tinder because I’m an attention whore—I don’t even like going on dates with those guys.”

To reiterate, she called herself an attention whore.

Back to our good guy, Patrick. Patrick has been trying to hook up with Jackie for the last few weeks. Unfortunately, it doesn’t appear that Jackie is very much into him, even though they did make out a few weeks ago. I asked Patrick how his date went the other night, and he actually texted me back an emo response, very uncharacteristic of this happy-go-lucky guy: “Nonexistant, she bailed but I did end up getting pizza and doing the crossword.”

Ouch. I felt for Patrick. I’ve been there too. I think we all have: friend-zoned by that one girl who seemed to be the best ever.
Patrick’s situation reminded me of the time I had the biggest crush on a girl, Kathy, during my freshmen year of college. She was attractive, smart, and liked to party and smoke weed—all of the qualities I was looking for in a girl at the time. I tried to bed her, but to no avail…she said we were better as ‘friends’ and ‘studybuddies.’

I found out a year later that she had been banging a deuschy, tattoed guy who was into shooting guns and drinking exclusively 40 ounce bottles of malt liquor because he was too cheap to go to bars. First I was angry, then I was just confused.

But years later, I now understand exactly where Patrick and I went wrong with our respective girls.

As a general way of understanding where we went wrong, we gave approval too fast. Once the girls stopped wondering if we liked them, there was no need for them to chase or go further—the mystery was over. Any tension of attraction between us and our ladies had evaporated.

This theory was confirmed by Jackie herself a night ago when she was very drunk when I ran into her at a bar, and thus speaking with zero filter for political correctness:

“So many guys just give in to me and do whatever I want…but I actually like it when guys don’t put up with my shit.”
Ah, the problems of the very hot girls. Guys bow to them. Probably because they take advice from girls on how to deal with girls. Yet they actually want to be denied.

How many times have you heard the following, in reference to romantic success:
1) “Give them what they want.”

2) “Tell her how you feel.”

3) “Be nice to girls.”

On the surface, these might not seem like bad ideas. But in general, these are what friend zoned guys with Patrick Syndrome do.

1) Friend-zoners take girl out to a nice dinner and buy her drinks before she has demonstrated that she is worthy.

2) Friend-zoners tell a girl right up front that they like them while barely knowing her real personality (this always works in the movies, not in real life)

3) Friend-zoners do not correct girls and tell them that whatever behavior they are exuding is great (e.g. getting hammered, being slutty, not responding to texts), and stick around even after the girl has made it clear through her actions and/or words that no sort of romantic relationship will ever happen.

How to treat Patrick Syndrome

It’s long process, but I can get you started. Essentially, a man should do the opposite of the above.

1) A man does not invest a significant amount of time or money in a girl unless she shows, very clearly, that she is interested in you romantically (i.e. puts out) and that she is a quality enough girl to be worth it. This means the first date should be something like drinks at a cheap bar or dinner and a movie at your house. No expensive dinner dates until she earns it.

2) A man gets to know a girl’s real personality before complementing her. When you tell a girl after a first date with no chemistry, or in a bar before you’ve been on a date, that you like her, do you know what she is thinking?

This guy doesn’t even know me. He’s just trying to sleep with me. He probably just likes me for my boobs.

However, when you tell a girl, after a series of dates where you’ve had a fun time/and or conversation together and you say with a big smile, “Hey you are okay Jackie. You actually have kind of a nerdy dorky side…it’s cool though I like it,” you know what she is thinking?

Wow. I think he actually likes me for me. And he gets a side of me that not a lot of people get. We have a great connection.

3) A man does not put up with a girl’s unacceptable behavior. You decide what those standards will be.

Do you still want to try to see a girl if she cancels on you twice?

Do you want to try to be the boyfriend to a girl who enjoys having one-night stands with guys she hardly knows from Tinder?

If a girl takes 2 days to answer a text of yours, do you think she is dying to talk to you? Are you going to then desperately text her back a response within 15 minutes?

The Intellectual Bro-clusion:

The game has changed, my friends, and conventional romance advice no longer works the vast majority of the time. This is not my Grandfather’s day when he could go fight honorably for our country in World War II, meet my attractive young Grandmother at the sock hop, and blow her away with his and then plan on a lifetime of commitment (still married 62 years).

But you know what, my Grandfather also doesn’t put up with my Grandmother’s shit.

Young Man Red Pill Reader Stats and Ridiculous Longtail Keywords

I’ve never posted on the statistics of my readers yet, but I think it’s time.

As of right now, I average 200-400 hits per day on days when I don’t post anything new.  When I get linked from vivalamanosphere, I see a noticeable spike in traffic (a la yesterday).  Here are my wordpress statistics

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As readers who read me regularly know, I post somewhat sporadically, mostly because I won’t post if I don’t have something interesting to say.  But I’ve still gotten 100,000+ views in about a year and a half of blogging.

Perhaps most interesting are how I get about half of those 200-400 hits per day: Google searches.  In particular, a post I wrote about how you should fuck your girl hard gets a ton of longtail keyword traffic because I am on the first page of google for many of the terms.  Here is the wordpress summary of search terms from the past 30 days:

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I seriously do indeed pity the guy who is googling ‘how to fuck wife.’  But I think there is a greater point to be made here.  The manosphere IS having a real effect on men’s lives.  When a young man is afraid to ask a question to his feminized teacher or father a question, how does he find the answer in 2014?  He googles it.  And, viola, he’ll find this network of bloggers seriously hellbent on self-improvement and being real men in a society that now seems to actively discourage true masculinity.  He breaks down the preconceived notions he had about attraction between the sexes and discovered how to destroy the friend zone.  He reads shit that makes him cringe at first because of the feminist sensibilities instilled in him…but then he realizes he is reading the truth.

The Results of the Red Pill

I swear to god, taking the red pill, for all of the struggle you go through, makes your life better.  After some tough times last year, I’m now doing precisely what I love and want to be doing: improv, standup comedy, and writing.  I found a job that makes me more money than teaching, and has far less hours.  I’ve worked on my appearance through lifting, buying new clothes, and just getting a damn haircut to a point where I routinely have girls come up to me and buy me shots in bars.  I don’t have to be shitfaced to talk to beautiful girls anymore.  I take my mom out to dinner more often.  I make an effort to get out and see my dad and play music with him.  I concentrate on the important things to me, and I’m better for it.  It’s a positive feedback loop.  And there is just something about having a blog that inspires you a little bit more to action.

A Thank You

I’ll end this post by saying thank you to the readers and the linkers of Young Man Red Pill.  All in all, just over half of my 122,000+ unique hits have come from the U.S.  That is a ton of international readership.  So thank you to my readers in the U.S., as well as the U.K., Mayalsia, South Africa, and Germany.  Thank you Haiti, China, Argentina, and the one guy who stumbled across my blog in the Faroe Islands.  And rest assured, this blog will always be purely about writing and personal development and completely free.  I have no plans to come out with an ebook on anything any time soon unless I feel incredibly inspired like I have a very unique point of point to share.

And if you’d like to get in touch with me personally, feel free to drop me a line at youngmanredpill [at] gmail.com for advice, linkage or anything else.

I’ll end this post with a picture of Young Man Red Pill readers around the world:

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Whatever You Want

A friend of mine, who doesn’t have a knowledge of ‘game’ persay but who has banged tons of hot girls (he went to ASU) recently told me a bang story I thought was funny and worth sharing.  It’s super-bro, but it’s a nice example of giving the girl freedom of choice, which can result in some pretty kinky shit:

“Had a pretty crazy night this past summer. Met this Brazilian chick at Big City and we decided to go for a walk at 3 am in the morning.  I drunkenly had us sneak into someone’s backyard.  I whipped out my dick.  This is after having met her 15 minutes ago.

She stared, wide-eyed, not knowing what to say, probably because she didn’t speak English very well.  “What are you doing?” she managed to ask me.

“I dunno…whatever you want,” I said.

“Oh, okay,” she said, and then went down on me for a while until I turned her around and fucked her doggie style against someone’s backyard table.  Pretty crazy lolz!”

I think sometimes in the manosphere there is this piece of advice that says, ‘Alpha up hard! Take charge all the time!  Say dirty shit like ‘suck my dick you hoe!”

When the truth is sometimes that attitude can backfire, especially if it’s not congruent with your personality.  Sometimes, the best course of action is just to play the ‘I don’t know what the fuck is happening but you’re hot’ card…Don’t overthink shit if you are already drunk in someone’s backyard…after a meeting a girl at a bar at 3 a.m…

The hook-up has already been decided at that point.  It’s basically yours to screw up.

The Shedded by Summer Challenge

In JSpoosh’s latest podcast episode he issues the shredded by summer challenge–a comparison of selfies between now and April 20.  Maybe it will be Summer in Cali by then, but in the midwest it’s still snowing so I’m giving myself until the first of June to hit my targets.  I’ve been on a roll lately with lifting so I am indeed throwing my pasty Irish-American ass into the ring. Here are two current selfies:

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My lifting goals for the start of summer:

1) Bench 225 (current 205)

2) Squat 265 (current 245)

3) Weigh 200 lbs (current 186)

4) Once I have 1, 2, and 3 down, Up the number of reps and go for more definition.  Ideally I’d look like this:



But ya know, that’s probably after a few months of straight salads and protein. Maybe a cocktail now and then.

I’ll post a couple more selfies in the coming months to chart progress.  I know I look pasty as hell in these pics–I’m going to blame my white skin b/c I’m in pretty decent damn shape right now, been getting a solid amount of looks. A solid amount of them are from girls too, so that’s a plus.

It’s been a long winter, boys.  Can’t wait to hit those Chicago beaches this summer.




8 Things I learned from Living with a Beta Roommate

This past October, I quit my job as a high school teacher and moved to a large city where I have been making more money working as a server than I did as a teacher in a much easier job.  Unfortunately, all of my friends already had apartments, so I was forced to get a craigslist roommate.  I moved in with two dudes I didn’t know; one of them is a solid dude, and the other is the definition of Beta.  When I wrote the post 11 Signs you’re a Beta, I was basically just describing what he does every day.

I’m moving out next month and I’m pumped.  But every shitty experience is also a learning experience.  Here is what I learned from living with one of the Beta-ist Betas to have ever Beta’d:

8) A lot of guys are loyal to girls who aren’t even their girlfriends.

I asked my roommate, who we’ll call Frank, if he had a girlfriend and he said, ‘well no.’  So are you looking for a girlfriend?  “No. There’s this one girl I kind of like.  She lives a couple of hours away, but hopefully I’ll see her soon.”

Are you shitting me? I mean, this isn’t fucking junior high where you can only date one girl at a time or everybody gets their panties in a bunch and starts gossiping. Girls in their 20s get it; they date a fuckton of guys before they settle down.  They’ll do like 5 dates a fucking week with not an ounce of shame.  And who can blame ‘em?  They need to find a suitable mate, and they only have so much time to do it before they hit the wall.  Which is men need spin plates as well, and drop this fantasy paradigm of waiting for that perfect girl.  The only reason to be monogamous is if you have had a very serious chat on the subject and are fucking routinely. 

7) I can relate to girls who are driven insane by their unmotivated husbands.

When Frank was not at work (he works freelance, mostly just the occasional night), he would be either a) Playing video games, b) watching TV, or c) surfing the web, all from the same position in our couch living room. For example, on a normal day I might leave my house at 9:30 a.m. to work out, and he’d be on the couch watching TV.  I come back at 11, he’s in the same spot on the couch. I shower, shave and eat a steak for lunch.  He’s there.  I leave our place and hit a café to work on writing for several hours, come back, and he’s still there.  I go to work for 7 hours and get back around 12, and…you guessed it…still there.  I felt this huge resentment just building up inside me.  Why doesn’t this guy work out?  Or get a hobby?  Or read a fucking book? Or go pick up chicks? I felt sorry for his girlfriends, past and present. I saw them screaming at him ‘why don’t you DO something’ as they fucked some ambitious guy on the side.  Yea, it must suck to be married to an unambitious blob who does nothing.

6) To be Successful, surround yourself with successful people.

His laziness started to affect me, especially in the middle of this cold-ass polar vortex fucking winter.  I would opt to stay in and watch TV instead of go work out in the morning.   I longed for the days when I lived in a Frathouse with dudes who were always up for working out, debating intellectual topics, or brainstorming money making ideas.  Luckily, I realized how he was affecting me and nipped the negativity in the bud.

5) To greet people, look them in the eye and call them by name.

When I got home, I would be greeted with the pothead stare-ahead, not at me, and some sort of indecipherable grunt.  This is not how you should treat people in your life.   If you believe you are important, people should notice when you walk into a room, and you should notice when other people walk into a room.  The proper, accepted greeting for men is to make eye contact and at least acknowledge the other person with an audible greeting.

4) Call people out on their shit immediately.

When we moved in, Frank told me, “Hey man, if you want to drink the vodka in the freezer, I think it was left here by the girls who lived here before.”

Say no more–it was gone in a few weeks after my friends and I demolished it. A few weeks after I had finished it, he brought it up: “Hey why did you drink that vodka?”

“You said it was for everyone.”

“No I didn’t, why would I say that?”

Okay, what I didn’t realize what that Frank was probably too high to remember our conversation.  So I figured maybe I had heard him wrong and replaced the vodkas I had drank.  Nice thing to do, right?  Wrong.

I had given Sr. Beta an inch of niceness, and like a crafty female he started making other requests and complaints:

“I need to get in the shower, NOW!” (imagine a girly, nasaly voice)

“Why is this window open?  What did YOU do?  Why would you leave the window open?” (I had just arrived home from being out all night).

His blaming and bitching continued until a breaking point incident until I flipped my shit and started yelling at him (an extreme rarity for me).

I blame myself for not drawing the line in the sand earlier.  But I learned my lesson.  Never again.


3) If you don’t improve yourself, you’ll get low quality girls

His girlfriend came and stayed in our place one night, and she was pretty much what I expected from a dude like Frank: Rounded and ugly.  Additionally though, she was super bitchy.  My instant thought was, How can this girl be fat, ugly, and have a horrible personality?  I mean I understand hot and bitchy, since no one calls you out on how you act since they want to fuck you.  His girl was a bitchy landbeast who yelled at Frank to do the dishes. While being a fucking guest in our house.  Good god.  But when you have no options, low self-esteem and are not doing anything to improve yourself, this is the kind of woman you must put up with.  

2) Pot is the opium of this generation

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good toke as much as the next guy, especially as a nightcap. Hell, one of my best friends in college may or may not have been a proprietor of illegal substances…But Frank is waking and baking every single day.  In a fucked-up way though it has a sort of logic to it: his life sucks, he has no girls around, so he has to fill the hours with something.  Why not pot and video games?  It eases the pain. At age 18, whatever.  But bro, you’re 27.  Get a Life.  Which brings me to point #1…

1) Instead of Doing NOTHING, do SOMETHING

The easiest improvement you can make in your life is doing SOMETHING good for you instead of doing NOTHING.  It’s truly amazing how much this simple rule can transform your life. For example:

Instead of sitting here not talking to that cute girl, say SOMETHING to her.

Instead of sitting at home, GO TO THE GYM.  Even if you don’t know what the fuck you are doing at first.

Instead of thinking about how out of shape you are, go for a run. Doesn’t matter if it’s 1 mile or 10.  Hardest step is the first out the door.

Obviously your ‘Somethings’ need to be directed at some productive area, I hear the dumbasses saying in the background ‘But Keanu video games ARE something!”

Yea, but playing video games produces no MEASURABLE, POSITIVE RESULT.

Working out results in a beach body.

Writing a blog post results in better writing skills and intellectual development.

Talking to that cute girl results in a fun conversation, and who knows maybe a bang.



That’s it.  Now go DO something.

Why do Young Men Like to Hook Up with Cougars?


This generation of young men in their 20’s enjoy hooking up with older women, “cougars” or “milfs.”  This is a relatively new phenomenon. The term “MILF” only just entered pop culture 14 years ago when the movie American Pie became a smash hit.  Today, I asked a 60 year old man if hooking up with older ladies was fashionable in the 70s.  He replied that for a young strapping lad of 20-30 years old to put his pencil in a 50 year old beast would be disgusting and shameful back then.  But why do young men enjoy hooking up with cougars when, in 2014, there is a very steady supply in the United States of young, nubile sluts who are just as willing and much hotter?

Less Effort

Saturday night, a cougar in her mid 30s, seated alone at the bar, started calling out to my friends and I. An acquaintance of mine moved in to talk to her, and it was evident within about 15 minutes she was DTF, as she sat on his lap at the bar, rubbed her vag on his jeans, and even bought our friend a drink because it was his ‘birthday’ (another great lie to use occasionally).

Reason #1: 100% of the time you get laid, every time.


The Easy Upper Hand: Young Men Have Low Self Esteem

We eventually bounced to another bar and left my friend and his cougar to do their thang. I was surprised at his willingness to stick with the cougar since he was tall, in shape, good looking, and not socially awkward; he could easily have hooked up with a hotter girl.  According to his friend, he ‘does this all the time’ because he likes to be able to be the ‘dominant one.’  This makes sense in a weird way; a beta male can act to ‘cougars’ like he is god’s gift to women, and not put up with any of her shit, whereas he puts the truly hot 20 year old’s pussy on a pedestal and loses his mojo. Ironically, if he were to use this ‘not give a fuck’ attitude when interacting with the hottest of the hot, he would have a higher success rate with actual hot girls.

Reason #2: Good looking (beta) men are comparatively Alpha to post-wall cougars.


High Bedroom Smut Level

I’ve hooked up with a few cougars/milfs in my day.  One was 33 and had the biggest, floppiest natural boobs of any woman I’ve ever hooked up with.  Another was 42, and kept her body in tip top gymnasium shape, and also had huge fake boobs (I was winging for my friend who hooked up with her smoking hot 19 year old daughter, but that’s a whole other can of worms). In both cases, these girls worshipped my dick and begged me to use their bodies however I wanted.  Maybe their parts arent as perky or tight as a 20 year old, but it’s a fun time for a night at least.  It’s game on for all that crazy milfhunter type shit you see in brazzers!

Reason #3: Cougars don’t say “no” to any of that dirty shit in the back of your mind.


Drunk Goggles

What do cougars, fatties, and butterfaces all have in common?  If liquor nor birth control existed, they would all have an extremely difficult time getting a man to shoot their load inside them. Because you would not want your bastard kid to be fat, ugly, or have some birth defect from being born to 40 year old on the brink of menopause.  I’m no exception, either; I can count on two or three hands the number of girls I have hooked up with sober, whereas it takes me at least six or seven to count the total number aka drunken hookup number.  As every guy knows first hand, once you get good and liquored up, your dick takes over your brain and magnifies the singular attractive quality a woman a la: “Yea she’s over the hill but those boobies will be super fun for titty fucking!”  I’ve told many girls the sober morning after a night of drunken passion ‘Hey, that was fun but let’s not do it again, I’d rather not risk our friendship.’

Reason #4: Men are led around by their dick when they are fucked up.


The cougar/cub phenomenon is real and by my observation is steadily increasing.  A recent trip to the shadiest of the shady bars in my home city of Chicago included a run in with far to many 40+ over the hill women out to get straight LAID (sidenote: why is it that if 40+ year old men were in these joints, they would quickly be shamed as ‘creepy’?).  As much as LaidNYC wishes that eligible men would stop giving cougars the time of day, it doesn’t seem like it will happen.  Thirsty, drunken betas line up at the troth looking for easy, slutty cougar sex because they don’t have the balls to go after an actual hot girl their own age or younger like they should. Recall that Finch, the one who hooks up with Stifler’s mom in American Pie, is the clear loser of their group of friends.

Cougar/cub hookups are a signal of how our society is “progressing.”    The mainstream media tells us that these women are ‘empowered.’ I have found that in general, they are mostly bitter because their husbands either left them or lost attraction for them, or they felt ‘unhappy’ in their marriages and left.

Deep down these cougars know that any man of real, true value knows uses cougars only for their loose vagina, and probably somewhat regrets it the following day when he is sober. And they are actually embracing this and calling it empowerment.

Another interesting aspect of this situation is the entitlement to these old ladies with faces like catcher’s mitts have to hook up with men half their age.  I believe it’s a phenomenon of western culture.  Several times when I have experimentally hit on Latin American cougars (both in South America and in the U.S.), they have literally told me point blank to stop fucking with them and go hit on their daughters, who were in the same club and ‘much prettier’ (I don’t know why all these moms are going to the club with their daughters, also weird).

Readers, feel free to share your cougar experience/observation.  Have you hooked up with an older lady and if so, why?

The Month of Money

I have decide that, for various reasons, February will be the month where my #1 focus is to make and save ton of money.

My goal is $3700 gross income (after taxes). My monthly expenses will probably be around $1300-$1500 after loans, rent, bills, and groceries, leaving me with $2000+ in savings.

Why? Because February sucks anyway.  I’d rather work my ass off now than in the summer when I plan to be enjoying the good life.

How do I plan to do this?

#1: Working a ton.

Yea yea yea, we’d all love to make $1000 per month with passive income, but I am a server at a restaurant where I average $150-$250 in tips per night, so I exchange my hours for dollars.  During the first four days of this month, I have made $565 in tips working just three days. If I work 5-6 shifts per week I could make anywhere between 2600-3700 depending on my sections/tables. I’m lucky I work at a busy damn restaurant—Even in Febraury.  I’m also signing up with freelance catoring company to fill in days when I don’t work with my home restaurant.

#2: Not drinking alcohol.

I am not drinking alcohol in the month of February.  After I kept track of my drinking tabs in January, (thanks MINT!), I realized that I could pay my $300+ per month student loan bill if I simply didn’t drink alcohol.  So I just don’t see a point—what am I celebrating? Being in debt?  Not drinking is also easier if I am working a ton.

#3: Cooking from home/not eating out.

My breakfast every day is eggs, toast with butter, and avocado. Delicious, healthy, and cheap.  I made a big pot of chili yesterday, and that is four solid meals I have saved for myself now.  I will not be drinking coffee at Starbucks.  I will be bringing tea bags to Starbucks when I have to do work, and asking for a free cup of hot water.

#4: Passive Income sources.

Almost a year ago, I created a hosting reviews website that Optimizes for one longtail keyword in particular.  I’ve made $260 from the site a little over 6 months, which isn’t much, but it isn’t chump change either.  So I’ve decided to expand the site and optimize for multiple keywords to see what happens.  I’m treating it like a fun game.  Instead of going out and getting shitfaced, only to wake up and feel shitty, I could possibly wake up and find that I’ve had another signup and have some more money in my account. What’s the worst that could happen? 

As much as I would like to focus on other goals right now, they are just going to have to take a back seat for the moment.  I need to finish writing and producing a screenplay I wrote.  I need to keep working out.  I need to pick up the guitar in preparation for when my band’s busy season hits.  Those won’t disappear.  But February, this shitty, snowy, short month, will be primarily for making money.