The march of life can be summed up as a quest to get the best deals whilst trying to save face.
Here’s how women do it: Beauty is a conquerer. No matter her station in life, a beautiful girl has the world at her feet. A pretty peasant girl, gazing in the right direction, might capture the attention of a prince (read: wealthy, powerful man) and abandon her shanty for a life in the palace. Women leverage their beauty for a life of luxury. Women’s dual-mating strategy is part of it. In their prime, they’ll have sex with an assortment of good-looking badboys. They’ll even sire kids with said men. And just when girls start noticing their looks fading or attention from guys waning, they’ll dupe a wealthy inexperienced guy into marriage.
Men on the other hand tend to cling to concepts like honour and fairness. A former peasant, after getting rich, will in all likelihood marry an average-looking chic.
And that’s the problem.
Money is a problem solver. It can get you the best healthcare. It allows your children to go to the best schools. But it rarely – if ever – changes a beta mindset.
From his hekayas, one can tell that for much of his life, @Agwambo lived in the shadows with regard to women. He was disappointed in love. Women never gave him a second look. He’d buy pizzas for his college crush and deliver it to her room, only to find her deep in the sweaty arms of her bearded boyfriend. Desperate and distressed, @Agwambo started masturbating into a sock.
His fortune however changed and he was able to snag a little wealth. And what’s the first thing he did? Right, he married the first average girl who gave him a little attention. After marriage and the birth of his daughter, the sex waned and he started seeking solace in the arms of dirty luthuli hookers. He drowns his sorrows in alcohol.
What would a shit-lord like yours truly have done differently?
I would fùck like a rabbit to make up for the lost years.
I’d probably meet a girl or two who’d make a good wife. But I’d remind myself that marriage is a stupid choice. I’d continue fùcking like a rabbit with any pretty bimbo who tickles my fancy.
Stuck in passionless marriages, most of my depressed married friends would envy me. I’d continue fùcking like a rabbit.
I’d buy a cool sports-bike and spend my weekends traversing the country and drinking tortoise soup. I’d keep on fùcking like a rabbit.
I’d notice that most female acquaintances my age have morphed into wrinkly old hags. I’d ask a twenty-year-old cashier for her number and fùck her like a rabbit.
Society would hate me. They’d launch into a monologue about family duties, and immature men and “growing up.” Suprisingly, I wouldn’t give a shit. I’d keep on fùcking like a rabbit.
After noticing the approaching shadows of old age, I might contemplate marrying a hot twenty-three year old chic whose vagina smells like vanilla. Then I’d remind myself that this is the only life you get and the only life you’re ever gonna get. Fùck society. Fùck customs. I’d then buy a large tract of land and start studying butterflies. Whilst fùcking like a rabbit. As my life wanes feebly to its inconsequential end, I’d console myself with the thought that I never – never, at any single time – played by the rules. I was no one’s useful fool.
That right there is my philosophy. I’m out here banging hot young women after leaving a sexless marriage, gaining some muscle mass, and growing my income 15x in about 3 years. Money gives you options as a man, and it’s your God-given right to exercise those options for as long as you want, however you want, wherever you want. Meanwhile, my married friend is sleeping on the couch in his own house, goes for weeks without getting sex from his wife, and has resorted to banging low-hanging fruits, aka landwhales, to quench his thirst. I’ve tried talking to the man several times, but he’s still deep in the blue-pill matrix. I see how envious he is when I pull up with a fine 21-year-old fresh meat. I genuinely hope he frees himself cause I’ve done my part trying to educate him. Anyways, men get a little wealth and let society shame them into marrying a woman who exercised her options all through her 20s while you were in the trenches building yourself.
Never attempt to redpill someone. Philosophy is self-starting.
Otherwise, superb comment. Men are attracted, above all else, to youth, beauty, and purity. Beauty and youth alone can get a girl sex. But men with options (a.k.a high-value guys) will balk at the idea of commiting to a girl with a shady past. You don’t give commitment in exchange for what others got by swiping right or buying drinks. You don’t commit to a pùssy that has been fùcked and tossed away by other men. You simply fùck it harder and toss it to the next guy.
Facts, I stopped trying to redpill him. But I like to buy him alcohol and listen to his tales of marital woes for comic relief and to serve as a constant reminder why I should never, under any circumstances, get married.
Maybe one day I’ll write a hekaya. But all I can say for now is the easiest and fastest way to get a woman to lose respect and attraction for you is to marry her. Once you give her your commitment, all the incentive for her to satisfy and respect you goes out the window.
a.k.a Briffault’s law. When the female can derive no further benefit from association with the male, no such association takes place.
After she achieves her goal (marriage) she has no further incentive to please the man.
It’s comical how girls may lead a guy on for years and never fùck him. A guy will simp and tolerate all manner of indignities under the faint hope that he will get pùssy. Which he never will.
The best revenge is to give such women a taste of their own medicine. By dating them and having them believe they have a shot at marriage. Then after wasting their fertile years, you dump them and go for their younger counterparts.
I’ve seen those looks of disapproval from some older women whenever an Uber drops a fine young thing at my gate. Married men and older women HATE it when they see a man rotating younger women. The truly blue-pill men will even try to shame you wakikwambia unapenda immature women. But you know deep down they wish they could even sniff the girl’s panties cause kule nyumbani their fat wife doesn’t put out. Misery loves company.
My rotation right now is too big to tolerate a woman who wants me to jump through hoops. Any sign of disinterest or playing hard to get and I delete that number and move on to the next young thing in line.
I can relate. They are just jelous we dont have to rent Airbnb on weekends chini ya maji to fuck the tightest women. We can do it in the open without giving a toss.