The Kazaj girl I opened on the bus from Brno was happy with remaining a virgin until he found “the one”. We casually had the seat next to each other and I had opened her first at the pier. Sometimes the Gods give you a hint. I tried to leverage her emotions first (she was attracted). It got me nowhere besides some laughing, mild kino and even milder banter. I gave up.
We still had a couple of hours ahead, so in one last attempt (I’m unable to ever fully give up and it’s taken me far) told her The Chocolate Gambit:
“Maira, do you like chocolate? Of course you do. If chocolate had any proteins it’s the only thing I would eat. Ok, imagine you never tried chocolate. You know the concept because all your friends tell you it’s amazing, you’ve seen it in movies, you feel like trying some when you pass a chocolate shop, but you’ve never actually tried it. You go to the shops every day and read the labels, ask the shop assistants on every little detail: what is the flavor, the texture… You even take some chocolate to feel it in your hand. But you don’t eat it yet. Finally, in a little secret shop you find this really attractive Spanish chocolate that you desire. It takes you days to make up your mind, but one day, you want it so bad you decide to go buy yourself that specific chocolate.
God, it’s delicious. And fun to eat! At first it was a bit sour, but then you realize swallowing chocolate makes you feel really good and happy as a woman. It’s like something inside of you is awaken now, always wanting chocolate. It will never be the same as prior to tasting the Spanish chocolate.
And there are so many different kinds of chocolate in the shop! All shapes and flavors. You can’t wait to try them all.
Now imagine the shop owner who sold you the chocolate comes and says: “I’m glad you enjoyed the chocolate, because you can only eat this chocolate for the rest of your life.”
How do you react to that? How do you know this was the best choice you could’ve made if you didn’t compare? You think life sucks. You will respect the rules and never try another chocolate maybe, but you’ll always regret it, and deep down, a growing resentment will turn you over the years into a bitter old and wrinkled woman.
That is, before deciding what will be your main, maybe only chocolate for the rest of your days, try different ones instead. Get used to different shapes, flavors and feelings. Then choose the one that you think makes you happier and enjoy chocolate, because that’s what life is about.”
She stayed silent for a bit, looking at me with her little beautiful middle asian eyes. She got the message. Then, she said calmly:
“If I never try other chocolates, I will never judge or compare my chocolate. With time and patience, I will learn how to love it more than anything.”
My first thought was: boy, you’re not fucking her tonight. Of course I wasn’t. But then I realized I had no way to counter that. Of course, you can also leverage the “be adventurous, life is short message”, but for that girl at that moment there really was no way out. It just made no sense.
This got me thinking. A lot, actually. It happened more than a year ago.
It’s true: many traditional societies count on women being virgins until marriage and sticking with one man and one dick for all her good years. So far so good.
What if the reason the ancients enforce this law since the dawn of civilization is because they are aware of The Principle?
The Principle that the more partners a woman has, the less satisfied she will be, psychologically and physically, with any of them.
The more sexual partners a woman has, the less satisfied she will be, psychologically and physically, with any of them.
This is the Choice Paradox adapted to women: the more options you consider, the more buyer’s remorse.
Now, I’ve made 20+ (girls who had fucked more than 20 guys) girls fall in love and come. (Have I? And have you?) My currents girls are at least 5,6+, maybe 15top (with the gentlemen’s slack given).
Still, I have no doubt there is wisdom and truth here. I mean, look at the divorce rates in WESTERN SOCIETIES.
Think about it for the perspective of a woman. What’s the difference between imagining through movies or romantic novels how amazing having a lover would be and actually remembering how she got magnificently pounded by a Brazilian hung capoeira dancer or a Colombian salsa instructor?
She can probably play it cool and still be happy marrying Average Joe after that, but there will always be a little something inside of her saying: he fucked better than your husband! And you bet he did. He probably had a bigger dick too. And he reeked testosterone. He took her on a few days adventure in an exotic place, fucked her unprotected in every way like there was no tomorrow, treated her with abundance and masculinity and then never called her again. All of these items in a woman’s mind only feed the myth: with time, she will feel like she’s missing something, specially if you compare that adventure with her everyday’s life, which probably has little adventurous to it.
Let’s face it, once we settle down and live with a girl, we lose a lot of attractiveness. We’re not wild, abundant and free anymore, and that’s-make no mistake about it- one of the reasons they fell for us in the first place. Is it really the cycle of life?
Don’t think all her partners were like that. There were also boring guys, creepy guys, jealous and needy guys, guys who could not fuck her properly and guys who could not make her feel what you make her feel. There’s a reason she’s with you. But she will never forget her summer in Ibiza when she was 22, at the peak of her beauty, and you married her when she was 28+.
Now normally I’m on the lover side, and I belong to the 0,5% (probably even less) so I couldn’t worry less about this. But since I’m getting older and I won’t be this sharp forever (and let’s face it, I’ve found gold) I’m perfecting my hunt to harem material mode: I want 3 to 4 devoted girlfriends, and I want to fuck them all at the same time and have them under the same roof. I also want to take care of them.
Before you raise your eyebrow in incredulity, let me reassure you: read the Mambo Provider Credo.
So it can be done, and beta versions of this have been tried. Read my post about end game to learn more about this.
So how does all of this apply to you?
Your main girl, bottom bitch, or spinning plate, what’s her notch count?
What are your plans with her? Because if you want to promote her to LT, you really should make sure it’s low. Don’t promote girls out of scarcity mindset or out of desperation. The moment you feel you need her with her not deserving it, she does feel that too. While it can be romantic and she can “like that”, it’s the beginning of the end of the attraction curve. Get back on your feet, snatch back the frame or you will lose her along with your masculinity.
You should always screen for low notches girls for long term harem material (and basically virgins for long term monogamous relationships).
Approach and approach and meet girls with low notches, and even if it takes longer to fuck them, chose them over slutty Jane for LT material.
PS: a few months later, despite 0 investment from my part (forgot about her), she texted me when she was in my country on holidays. I didn’t meet her because I was busy, but we’ll never know what could have happened, and that’s the mystery of the game.