Biggest Mistake Men Make With Women.

by Jonathon on September 26, 2009 · No Comments

biggest mistake men make We spend our lives distracting ourselves from the noise.

That noise that is constantly droning in the background, telling us we’re not good enough.

That we’re living a life of mediocrity and we know, we god-damned well KNOW that we’re wasting our potential.

Distracted, waiting, filling in time.

Filling in time for what? Waiting for what?!

Nothing.

There’s no guarantee. We’re not promised one single second more than what we have right here, right now.

So why do we do these things?

You think that a “HB10″ you just plastered with your seed is going to fill you?

You think conquering gorgeous woman after gorgeous woman is going to fill you?

Threesomes, foursomes, the more the merrier, right?

As long as I don’t have enough time to contemplate what a fucking god damned waste my life has been up until this very point, everything is happiness.

Numb the damned pain. Drink it away, sing it away, fuck it away, fill my mundane life with meaningless task after meaningless task just so I don’t have to sit by myself in that silence.

That silence.

The one that judges me, that lets me know that no matter what, no matter how many conquests, how ‘far’ I travel, how well I travel, how stylishly I do it – it means nothing.

Reaching, grabbing, rubbing, screaming. FUCK! All that noise: for what?

What about those people whose lives I affect? Fuck them, they earned it… right?

It doesn’t matter – those hot girls fucked us over in high-school, right? We’ve been victimized all our lives. It’s only fair that we give some back right?

As long as we’re distracted enough to not notice that sense of inferiority when we’re forced to sit by ourselves for 5.… fucking….. minutes.

Or maybe it happens on those nights – those nights when that routine didn’t cut it.

That night that everybody else, even me, saw through it for once. That night I had to forcibly sleep on my own because I couldn’t nail it with that FHB12 with the legs that I swore were going to be my salvation.

Nobody will save us.

We’ve crawled too far, too deep, and for too long for anybody else to comprehend our dilemma. And damn them if they ask us to justify ourselves.

We earned our right to conquer, to claim, to feel good for those few minutes… maybe hours, of glorious, glorious fuck – to build up all of that energy, to rattle our own bones in search of that 10 seconds of absolute bliss…

…floating

….drifting in absolute nothingness. Bliss. Forgotten and nourished, for 10 whole seconds.

Was it good for you?

She can’t even talk, and she nuzzles herself into your chest. Warm, radiant, soft; beautiful. And everything is OK….finally – this is what we’ve been searching for.

That sense of contentment, feeling like a God on top of the mountain, looking down and feeling safe, secure, warm, and happy.

How long does it last for you?
One night?
A week?
A month?
Until the honeymoon period is over?

What then?

What do you do when she finds something brighter, shinier, happier, better? And you’re left behind because you don’t know how to keep pushing her attraction switches?

What do you do then?

Next.

Unto what end?

Rinse and repeat.

Fuck.

How did we let it get to this? FUCK!

And all we ever had to do was look inside, ask an honest question, and give an honest answer.

And WE FUCKING KNEW THAT?! Right? On some damned level, we fucking KNEW that THAT was the real answer.

And yet it seemed so much harder than slaving away for hours learning skill, after routine, after stack, after neg, after banter..

After comfort routine, after AMOG, after LMR blasting, after threesome routine, after high, after low, after superiority, after inadequacy…

only to finally (hopefully) end up realising that we need to ask ourselves an honest question, and give an honest answer:

Who am I…really?

Beneath all of it, what is my own magic, and why do I believe somebody else will be able to see it better than myself.

Where the fuck is my cup? And why does somebody else need to pour my magic into it?

It’s time to give it up – all that trying just to impress everybody else around us so that we can feel what it’s like to be accepted, to be showered as heroes, to be appreciated.

Do you think you’d need that if you accepted, showered as a hero, and appreciated yourself?

Do you think you’d seek that if you yourself knew your own magnificence? And knew it enough to be able to enrich and fulfill the lives of all those around you?

Wouldn’t THAT be real magic?

…..who are you, really? And what is your magic?

Don’t look at me, I can’t show it to you.

There’s a truth in there long forgotten by you, and now is the time to dig deep, past all of those skeletons and ugly memories in search of your own buried treasure trove.

When you find it, that light is going to shine so brightly that even the darkest corners will know it’s beauty – and they will dance, brought back to life by your power…

All of them…

…and so shall you.

Jonathon