I was asked to join the debate club in high school. When they explained it to me, I flatly refused to participate. They give you a viewpoint and then randomly decide if you’re going to defend or disagree. I found this unacceptable. I can only argue for what I believe to be true.
Marriage is supposed to cement financial security and sexual fidelity, but does neither. People who are naturally non-whorous and non-thieving will conduct themselves accordingly without it. Horny hardcore poonani trappers and crazy party bimbo nymphets will spread and sprawl and plug every cavity even if the prenup is the size of Codex Gigas.
Large SUVs driven by 5’3″ (160 cm) women are passed down to them by boyfriends and husbands, no woman buys such a car for herself. It insulates her in comfort, so she wouldn’t oppose an ongoing affair. Ruthless guys give the car straight to the other woman, so she can visit her long-distance lovers too. Whatever the deal is, a small-framed woman in a giant car is bad news. For her. I know of two concrete examples and I extrapolate on the rest.
Exclusivity should not be discussed. Expected, but not enforced. I’m a good-natured guy, and if you slip up, I’ll leave, sit at home, and feel sorry for myself.
For this reason, I don’t believe in amicable splits. People who announce these are liars. Oh, you have split so amicably, right? Such good friends, so much mutual respect. Then stay the f**k together!!!
When you sleep with 7 women, you remember every single detail, you recognize them on the street from afar and hide in a building or a car with tinted windows. When you sleep with 70 men, they all get muddled together. Not only do you not remember most of them, every new boyfriend is less and less exciting, and when the tip touches the lips (whichever ones), there is no “I can’t believe this is happening” effect.
And when you have too much sex with too many people, nothing does you in anymore. You tried all the positions, all nationalities, several at once, outside, at gunpoint, with schoolmates, waitresses, hairdressers, secretaries, friends’ spouses, you wanted to capture hearts and souls, but you just invaded holes. Now you feel numb because, as anybody can tell you, drugs feel amazing only when you don’t do them.
I, on the other hand, haven’t had sex for… what’s today… Saturday… 10 years. If I had it now, I might become comatose with a beatific vision on my face.
GRUESOME SEDUCE ‘EM admitted to me that life is overall a lousy experience, but there are flashes of good times and it’s worthwhile to strive for those. I only had cold flashes every time she had to go somewhere overnight.
I don’t understand how I could put up with her. I feel stupider than after reading an athlete’s memoir.