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A giant Capt. Picard facepalm is called for

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Nov 092009

What I’m about to talk about required the Capt. Picard double facepalm. I’m going to try my best not to bite all of your heads off.

Only some of this will apply to you. I’m trying to respond to a bunch of people at once without using names.

Many of you have been following my experiment and commenting on it here and elsewhere. I’m really surprised by how much push back I’m getting on it. Is the world going to end if I have sex? Am I the one who causes all that destruction in 2012? Did the Mayans in their 2012 end of the world prophecies (which don’t exist) say that a male virgin would appear who would be told he has a small dick by crazy women responding to a science fiction article and that for the world to live he must not have sex at all costs? (If that’s the case send me the evidence. If it checks out, I won’t have sex ever. I’m willing to do that for the world.)

Getting back to the point, I’m getting a lot of “DON’T DO IT” for various quarters. Whether I am supposedly “selling myself short” or that I should “wait for love and not lose it with a skank” or that the whole thing will “confuse me”, etc. it’s all the same. Without some practical knowledge, this is just saying “never have sex in your life”. If that is what you want to say then SAY IT. Anything like that is not helpful since what are “better” women and how do I reasonably find them? Don’t say church. I will take you to lots of Catholic churches and point out all of the unmarried couples having sex. I can do the same with other conservative churches such as the Southern Baptists too. What you are really saying is that I should convert to some ultra-conservative faith and marry an 18 year old. That wouldn’t happen since despite being fairly conservative myself I would look like a progressive radical hippie, and they would think something is wrong with me for being 31 and never married.

Just because a woman is politically conservative does not mean that she is sexually conservative so don’t tell me that either. Several years ago I read an article about documenting this, but I can’t find it now. I have direct experience with this scenario. Kristen, one of the women I’m seeing, is a fairly hardcore conservative woman. Since you’re reading my blog you know that it didn’t stop her from wanting to have sex right away.

Frankly, I find this lecturing on sexual morality (whether its waiting for marriage or love) to be hypocritical from most of you. There are some who can legitimately do that like Hestia, but most of you are in no position to do so. You’re not so pure. There’s no reason why I and I alone should be some paragon of “purity”.

As for being worried about STDs being “unhealthy”, shouldn’t I take my health seriously? If I tried to find any virginal women, they would be way too young. Unfortunately, this is the reality on the ground. What you are saying is that I should never have sex. If you want to say that, then JUST SAY IT.

Many of you are worried that I will expose your pretty lies if I continue this experiment especially if I have sex. You might get lucky, but probably not. I’m on to your attempts to stop it. Chances are I will discover that there is no difference between being a virgin and not, that virgins know as much as non-virgins, that losing your virginity doesn’t make your more successful, etc. I can tell when this is your real motive.

And for those of you trying to build some tortured explanation why I’m unique so you can continue to believe your pretty lies, it will be a lot easier to admit you’re wrong.

That being said if you have something meaningful to say I’m willing to listen. Just remember that platitudes aren’t helpful, and I can analyze your motives. Also remember I’m dealing with the reality on the ground. If you want to say that I shouldn’t have sex ever, I won’t be insulted. I just ask that you give some reasoning (that doesn’t have me questioning your motives) and most importantly SAY IT DIRECTLY.

The Experiment: A woman admits she’s wrong

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Nov 082009

Here’s an update on the experiment. I saw both Rachel and Kristen again. There isn’t much interesting to say about Rachel except that things went well with her. One thing that I have noticed about her is that she definitely does have an overinflated ego which is pretty typical for women. This is also a hazard of where I live, the greater DC area. There are lots of people with an overinflated sense of their own importance because they have an insignificant job in the Federal Bureau of Uselessness or the Department of Sucking Money into a Black Hole. This is Rachel’s exact problem. As annoying as this is, I am going to continue with her since positive data is more useful than negative data.

Things with Kristen also went well at least up until a certain point. I suspected before that she would be willing to spread her legs really quickly. I ended up confirming that. No, I didn’t have sex with her. We were having this heavy makeout session that was about to lead there. Since I’m not going to stick my zucchini in a petri dish even with a condom, I put a stop to where things were going since Kristen didn’t have recent STD test results. She didn’t like that very much. It made her mad, and she started going on about how she had been with only a tiny number of guys. (We all know what that really means.) At this point I was ready to kick her to the curb since I don’t need crap from a woman. Then Kristen decided to apologize to the point of saying, “You’re right. I was wrong.” I’m sure there’s a lot of guys reading this, not to mention tens of millions of men out there not reading this who have not experienced a woman saying that she was wrong. Many of you are probably in shock. At any rate I’m going to continue things with Kristen because like with Rachel positive data is more useful than negative data. It also means as soon as Kristen’s STD results come back that she is going to want sex so I will have to be ready for that.

Finally, an original hater

conspiracy nonsense, Game/PUA, haters, humor, Joking About Being A Reptile Alien, Penn & Teller, the experiment, video 13 Responses »

Nov 042009

The group of people who hate me is ever growing. If you want my head then you need to get to the back of the line which is somewhere beyond Brent Spiner and John Scalzi. One thing all of my haters have in common is a lack of originality. It’s always the same. They say that I have a small penis, that I’m morbidly obese, that I’m a loser virgin, that my dad beat my mom (don’t ask me to explain this one because I can’t figure it out), that I’m gay, etc. My science fiction article at the Spearhead is still getting the occasional comment such as this one by “jody”. It’s basically a long winded way of saying I’m a loser because I’m a virgin. (Since there’s a strong possibility I might lose my virginity in the next few weeks, I bet her head will explode when that happens.) So far the most original insult I have received was from Brent Spiner who called me an asshat….At least until today.

Surprisingly, I don’t receive that much hate e-mail. My e-mail address is easy enough to find. I give you directions to find it. Plus, you can send me e-mail through the Spearhead website. I guess only a few special people care enough to do that.

Today, I just received this piece of hate e-mail from “Alex”:

Look motherfucker. I aint standing for it. We aint falling for your little trick to get us killed at our own fuckin waco. I’m on to you and your little psy ops operation to get rid of us who know the truth about you. Yes I’m on to you charter member of the Illuminati aka mr. reptile alien. I said it reptile alien. You are a fuckin reptile alien. I am on to you lizard and I aint standing for it. I know the spearhead is one of your psy ops operations to piss us little humans off. I aint standing for it. Humans treat our ladies with respect.

I am a proud reptilian resistor. I aint standing for it. You Bush Cheney Obama Clinton and the rest of you reptile aliens GET THE FUCK OFF MY PLANET. I know you are gong to disappear me soon or poison my medication or eat me. Fuck it. I aint standing for it anymore even if you fuckin snuff me out.

I aint standing for it. Come and get me you fuckin reptile.

I did not edit anything except paragraph formatting. I guess he “ain’t standing for it” whatever “it” is. I shouldn’t be surprised by this with the V remake starting yesterday. (For those of you who don’t know it involves reptile aliens posing as humans.) As nuts as this is, its refreshing for its originality. Here is my response to “Alex”:

First, if you keep your mom off the streets, I will stop fucking her. Second, why is it you conspiracy theorists and related nuts are always on medication? Take a look at Part 2 from the Penn & Teller Bullshit! episode about alien abductions. (I recommend watching the whole thing.) Go to 8:36 on the video below where Penn & Teller are talking to an alien abduction support group who all admit to taking medication. (Yes, I know they are “conspiracy theorists” but its close enough and I’m sure they believe in some aliens are working with the government conspiracies.)

All right, I’ll come clean since “Alex” figured me out. I’m a reptilian alien and a “charter” member of the Illuminati. That’s right. I’m one of the guys who runs everything on your planet. I hang with other reptile aliens like GWB and the rest of the Bushes, Dick Cheney, the Clintons, and President Obama. This blog and the Spearhead are massive “psy ops operations” that I created. (They’re not just “psy ops”/”psychological operations”. They’re “psychological operations operations”. That’s how big they are.) The founder of the Spearhead, Welmer, is a front human that I completely control. The other authors are just people who I have “convinced” to write about game and men’s rights. The “psy ops operation” is an experiment to see what happens when you widely disseminate game and men’s rights ideas into the human population. Because I’m a reptilian alien, the experiment I talk about on this blog is not about finding out if I can pick up women. It’s about finding candidates for hybrid experiments involving direct impregnation from myself. (My fellow reptilians will abduct the babies soon after they’re born so I won’t have to worry about child support.) If you wonder why I refer to my genitalia as my “zucchini” a lot its because with green scales, it does look a lot like a zucchini. And despite what you have heard we do not eat humans. You guys taste horrible. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to recharge my multi-orifice probes. I’m going to be abducting a human tonight.

For those of you too dense to figure it out and lacking a sense of humor, the above paragraph IS A JOKE. Even after stating that directly, I’m sure I’m now the one and only subject of Alex Jones’s next DVD.

Seriously, I found this piece of hate e-mail very amusing. I really did appreciate its originality. It was a refreshing change being told I have a small dick and morbidly obese and gay and a virgin loser.

The Experiment: Some success over the weekend

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Nov 022009

Here is what you guys have been waiting for, a report of what happened over the weekend.

I went to a Halloween Party over the weekend which is something I usually hate, but I went because this experiment isn’t going to happen without doing everything I can to meet women. It was very worthwhile because I hit it off with two women. I’m going to call them Kristen and Rachel (not their real names). Kristen is older than me, and I think she’s about 36. For those of you who watch Saturday Night Live she kind of looked like Kristen Wiig, which is why I chose the name for her. Rachel is a bit younger than me. I think she’s about 28. She reminded me of a girl named Rachel I knew in high school so that’s why I chose that name. (The party was big enough that I don’t think that Kristen and Rachel knew about each other.)

I have to say things were just way too easy. Initially, it felt like my brain was on overdrive trying to deal with them and other women. All you guys reading this know, I don’t have much experience in the way of picking up women. Once I started doing it, it just became so easy. Frankly, I was expecting to have to climb a mountain for each step. (Maybe it wasn’t that easy, but it just felt that way since I was expecting it to be hugely difficult.) I had women laughing at stupid jokes I made. It was unbelievable. It was like they we’re programmed to respond favorably to me. Kristen and Rachel were both responding to me pretty directly (in flirting terms). For instance, Kristen kept touching my chest and shoulder. It wasn’t much of anything, but I was shocked that decent looking women actually wanted to touch me.

Still, this was all too easy. Have I just developed enough effective masculinity and/or absorbed enough game and/or become dominant enough? I guess the answer must be yes. I’m successful in the rest of my life, and people who know me IRL associate me with being successful with women. I figure I must have been this way for a while since I have been successful in the rest of my life for quite a few years.

I’m going to be seeing both Kristen and Rachel later this week (not at the same time obviously). I really don’t want to be juggling two women, but I don’t want to drop one either. Things might not work out with one so I don’t want to lose the other.

The next thing on my mind is sex. With Rachel, I’m sure the three date rule applies. With Kristen I think she may want to move even faster. She is a bit older than me, and I suspect that she is looking to get laid more than anything else. I may have been able to nail Kristen Saturday night, but I didn’t even try that since I was not prepared for sex either mentally or in a practical sense. (There might be some pumaish aspects going on with Kristen. A puma is like a cougar, but with less of an age difference.) I’m going to do some “research” so I’m prepared if and when anything happens. It’s not going to make me a virtuoso at sex, but at least I should look like I know what I’m doing. I am going to demand that Kristen and/or Rachel get STD tests if things get that far. I’m sure I will have to get one too. This will buy me a bit of time so I’m better prepared, but more importantly, I don’t want to stick my zucchini in a petri dish.

I will keep you guys posted. As always, suggestions and comments are welcome.

The Experiment: Sooner or later tortured logic will arrive

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Oct 312009

The primary goal of my experiment is to see whether or not I’m attractive to women. In other words, it’s to test what most people believe about me who I haven’t told that I’m a virgin. However, this experiment will have a side benefit. There are three ideas that I have fought:

The idea that a (male) virgin past a certain age (18, 22, etc.) is a complete loser at every aspect of life.
The idea that sex with a woman (or a relationship with a woman) yields some sort of knowledge about life.
The idea that going after women will always lead to generalized improvement in a guy’s life.

(All of these ideas are connected with each other.) Assuming that I really am attractive to women and this experiment goes the way I think it will go, I am going to be dropping a nuclear bomb on these ideas in proving them wrong.

These arguments are extremely problematic as the proponents of them seek ways for them to not be testable. Otherwise, they have to deal with cases like myself who are successful in many other aspects of life. I can’t exist according to them so they invent nebulous ideas about what being with women does to a guy. In other words, they are based on what is essentially mysticism instead of reason and verifiable experiments.

Assuming I don’t crash and burn in this experiment and that I’m correct about my beliefs, all three ideas will be proved wrong. In this experiment I’m doing it as I am right now (since I’m testing whether I’m successful with women as I am right now, not after some nebulous improvement). This means that idea 3 will be on the chopping block if I’m successful. I will be able to tell you if I gain any meaningful knowledge as a result. If I am correct, then I will be able to prove idea 2 wrong as well. My current existence already disproves idea 1.

Since people who believe in the three ideas I listed will want to hold on to them for dear life rather than admit they were wrong in the face of experimental evidence, I am certain we will see some tortured logic to explain me away such as:

That I’m lying about what happened or that I was lying about being a virgin before the experiment. (This doesn’t qualify as tortured logic, but I included it for completeness.)
That in some strange conceptual way I haven’t truly been a virgin for years so my results don’t mean anything
That in some strange conceptual way I am still a virgin after having sex so my results don’t mean anything
That I’m capable of thinking in usual ways so that I already gained any knowledge that I would have had from the experiment long before it
That I’m not capable of learning whatever I was supposed to learn from the experience due to some reason that’s otherwise obviously absurd (such as me having Aspergers syndrome)
Some other reason that I’m a unique anomaly that I can’t come up with right now.

I’m willing to listen to alternate explanations of whatever my experiences end up being, but your explanations better be on solid ground. Anything that is essentially based of the idea that women can mystically impart something to me is not only silly, but fails because it assumes that women are the arbiter of whatever will be happening to me as opposed to reason and scientific testing (as much as can be had under the circumstances).

The fact is that as this experiment goes on, there will be people who will torture logic to create convoluted other explanations of what is happening to me. Remember, you heard it here first.

The experiment continues tonight. I’m going to a Halloween party where I should be able to meet some women. Expect a post about it in the next few days.

The Experiment: Not an auspicious begining

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Oct 242009

I was debating whether to even write this post because what happened to me last night was a bit strange, and it didn’t produce a lot of useful data. I figure that all of you reading this blog will appreciate my honesty even though I’m going to leave some details out mainly for brevity but also for less embarrassment on my part.

Last night there was a get together for one of the guys at my office. It was his last day here, and he’s an all around good and well liked guy. This going away party was at a bar. It’s really half a bar and half a restaurant. It’s located in an exurb that I hate (and I hate exurbs in general). (In case you’re wondering, I like suburbs just fine. Exurbs are a different story.) This particular exurb is filled with money (to a point), and it’s a place where for the most part people go right before or after they get married in preparation for having 2.08 kids, particularly if they’re drones leading the standard upper middle class/lower upper class drone life. Needless to say, all of this money can’t buy intelligence or common sense. Plenty of divorce happens in this exurb so on the bar side of this place the clientèle is made up of plenty of divorced women and men. Most of the divorced women fall into the category of trying to snag a man before they completely lose their looks (and everything else).

I was at the party for the guy that was leaving. I went back to the bar a couple of times to get refills on what I was drinking, and in the midst of this I managed to pick up a woman at the bar accidentally. (She wasn’t a coworker.) I’m going to call her Amanda in this post (not her real name). I’m going to skip some details here for brevity, just to say that I knew even at that point something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what exactly, but it was kind of like the sudden ominous music playing nationwide from this video from The Onion:

Since I’m collecting data for this experiment, I decided to go on even with the ominous music in the background.

As everything went on, it felt way too easy. I should point out here that I have never had this type of experience before. I couldn’t tell if it was just because I was in the successful with women category and ignored it before or if there was something sinister going on, or both or some other reason. (Amanda wasn’t drunk if you’re wondering about that.) There was also the possibility that because she was simply desperate or trying very poorly to play cougar (even though I believe I’m too old to be cougar bait at 31). (I think Amanda was 40 or in her late 30′s.) Throughout all of this I’m thinking why me instead of anyone else? There are plenty of possible answers such as Amanda is trying to relive being 30 years old (why?), but the Onion style ominous music is in the background.

One thing leads to another, and it seemed like I had the opportunity to nail Amanda. I decided to pass. The ominous music was getting louder. I went to the parking lot to go to my car, but Amanda followed me. She then proceeded to use all manner of shaming language on me for not going home with her, small dick, was I gay, etc. You know the drill. Fortunately, there was no one around to hear this. In Amanda’s voluminous verbal diarrhea, she said blurted out something about having a STD. I don’t know if Amanda was saying that she didn’t have one or that she let it slip that she did. Having an STD would explain the metaphorical ominous music. Either way, I wasn’t going to take a chance. Even if Amanda didn’t have a STD, she probably had so many dicks inside her in her life that I was better off. If nothing else, my zucchini would have gotten lost in there.

Eventually this ended, and I made sure to not use a direct route to my car just in case Amanda was watching. I know some of this story might not make sense, but I really don’t want to go into most of the details I left out.

What did I learn from this? Not very much. This wasn’t planned on my part of course. I was planning on going to a going away party for one of my coworkers and that was it. Besides all of the obvious problems with picking up a STD ridden chick, this place would not be a place I would go to pick up women. All I can say for certain is that I’m not completely repulsive to women, and I’m probably better off than that. More data and more testing is needed.

However, it does bring up some interesting side ideas. Game is not a suicide pact (and neither is this experiment). I’m sure there are a lot of PUAs who are laughing at me right now and making fun of me for not getting laid even with the high probability of this woman having a STD. I don’t care. I used my brain and made the right choice, the smart choice. If she had an STD it was probably one of the non-deadly ones, but many of those are very painful. I’m better off with my health.

The experiment will continue as opportunities present themselves or as I can create them. Next time, I’m hoping it involves women closer to my own age.

The experiment is a go

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Oct 202009

I would like to thank who responded to my last post. Since everyone responded that I should try this experiment, I’m going to do it. I have created a label called the experiment which will have all my posts about this.

I will try to keep up with regular posts about my progress, but like with all blogging it might occasionally fall to the wayside.

Always feel free to send me suggestions about what I should be doing/testing.

Should I try this experiment?

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Oct 182009

I was reading this comment at The Spearhead (in reference to my most recent post there) which says:

The funny thing is that not so long ago I would have supported those women complaining about that Sci-Fi post, and totally. Things started to change when I realized that all the insults they used (loser, can’t get a date, blah blah blah) described me and my friends- the very same guys who stood up for them. In fact, I knew even back then that a lot of the guys saying things like Tech, or Roissy said, were getting the girls, and lots of them. That hurt me a lot- much more than I was willing to admit at the time.

Those of you who have read enough of my blog and writings elsewhere know that this isn’t the case for me. (Yes, I know he says guys “like” me so I don’t know if he’s saying that he thinks I get lots of chicks or that guys “like me” do.) Regardless, it got me thinking. A long time ago I realized after banging my head against the wall one too many times in dealing with women that they aren’t worth it. At that point I stopped bothering. That was several years ago.

I only say that I’m a virgin when there’s complete anonymity. I don’t tell anyone in real life so no one knows. IRL lots of people think I do well with women. I have never really cared to think why this is until now. I have made sure that I have never been in absurd 40 year old virgin style situations which isn’t difficult to do.

Lots of people believe that being a virgin beyond age X (where X could be 18, 22, etc.) means you’re a total loser at life, either unemployed or working a minimum wage job, living in your parents basement. I am living proof that this is not the case since I’m the opposite of all those things. While I know this fact, lots of people believe otherwise. In other words, since I don’t announce the fact that I’m a virgin IRL, everything else someone knows about me IRL (since they most likely believe the myth about virgins) would lead them to believe I’m incredibly successful with women since I’m incredibly successful in the rest of my life.

So much of game is really effective masculinity. Even long before I even heard of game I was practicing effective masculinity in my life. This is one of the reasons why I have been so successful in other areas of my life (i.e. my career). This is another reason why people IRL would assume I’m successful with women. Lots of guys nowadays do not demonstrate effective masculinity, and I could tell you lots of examples of this. If you’re reading this blog, you probably can too from your own life.

This has made me curious. Am I really a guy who is incredibly successful with women now who just doesn’t know it because I don’t care? I’m undecided about running an experiment about this. There’s a reason why I get associated with being successful with women as long as I don’t tell anyone the truth about this. I’m curious, but at the same time why should I care? Plus, if I do engage in this experiment, it feels like I’m selling out in the sense that I might be trying to prove all those morons who think I’m a loser, morbidly obese, and have a small dick (like all those hyperemotional girls who responded to my last post at The Spearhead) wrong. As a MGHOW I don’t worry about what they think and laugh at them.

I’m writing this blog entry in order to solicit some ideas from you, my readers. First, should I try this experiment? I’m interested in your reasons why I should or should not. Second, I’m also interested in ideas about what the scope of this experiment should be. For instance, picking up drunk women in bars does not actually test what I’m trying to test. This experiment will also have to involve multiple women (not at the same time) since success or failure with one woman might just be a fluke. How much LTR game will have to be involved? I’m really interested in what others have to say about all these things too.

If you have an opinion on any of this respond in a comment or send me an email.