Deep throat disallowed in bathrooms

“Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching.” — Satchel Paige

. . . . . . . Dance clubs are hotbeds of social innovation and churn. We go there to celebrate our bodies and the naked night itself, and to meet others of the opposite sex. But it’s time to face facts: chicks just like to go out and have fun and dance the night away; men want to fuck. They want to fucking fuck.

. . . . . . . Now, it’s obvious that chicks are the barrier to this plan. The default statement for women is to say “no” to sex. I’m a good looking guy, but I’ve been turned down more than I’ve been accepted. Usually, for me, the soft sell is the best option. For example, once I was on a university campus and I asked if she wanted to sleep with me. Then I said I was going to the bathroom for 5 minutes. I gave her time to think in a no-pressure way. When I came back, she said yes.

. . . . . . . But in general it’s going to be a soft “no.” I say soft “no” because you can always convince a girl to sleep with you, but you’re starting from HER DEFAULT POSITION. You’re pushing the dial to the left from no to yes. And you can’t hardcore it. You’ve gotta be pushy, but in the right way. At the dance club, with all those hormones in the air, women double down on their “no” vibe. They’ll let you whip our your dick and rub it against their raging backsides (I’ve done this, not proud to admit it) but actual penetration takes talkative talent.

. . . . . . . When you’re with a chick, your ability to use your tongue is paramount. And I’m not talking about disgusting cunnilingus. I’m talking about TALKING. A girl wants to be talked to. Nothing is a better indicator of general intelligence than fluidity in speech. But you can’t be anal-retentive and nerdy in your talk. You have to talk expansively, of far-flung things, in a conversational, sophisticated way.

. . . . . . . Now back to dance clubs. It’s become clear for some time that their utility is drying up. Night game practitioners are turning away from the club venue in favor of the street during daylight. There is such a thing as “resting bitch face” but in daylight that takes energy, and girls are lazy. What most girls are during the day is authentic. They are pensive, they are hurried, they are on their way to and fro. All you have to do is put a hand out and interrupt her. This is really easy to do. You can start out saying “Excuse me…” and take it from there, but I prefer to be less formal. “Hey, beautiful!” is an effective opening. Girls don’t believe they’re good-looking, even when they manifestly are, and this makes them swing their head around in surprise and seeking-confirmation-mode.

. . . . . . . The dance club is too noisy. Too dark. It’s designed to get people drunk and to lose their inhibitions. On the street, during the day, there is no curtain separating you from hard reality. But hard reality can be soft, if you play it right. Girls want to be approached by half-decent guys. The key is half-decent. There are a ton of loser-boys out there who don’t deserve to meet girls, much less procreate. If you’re tall and white, and easy on the eyes, you should give it a try, meeting girls on the street. You’ll make her day.

. . . . . . . Just note: You’re not doing this for her ego. You’re doing this to get slippety-slidey inside her va-jay-jay. Don’t be afraid to cut your losses real soon if she’s just soaking you for her ego and maybe she has another man. Nothing wrong with cheating with her on her beau but that’s only if she’s going to go for the gold, sexually speaking. If she’s not, part company with her.

. . . . . . . It should be easy to tell if you’re going to get to home plate with her. She should giggle or laugh uncontrollably, even if nervously, in your presence. She should play with her hair alot. If she’s tugging her forelocks, she’s down for the nasty deed. Heat and blushing come to a girl who’s been thinking about sex alot at night but hasn’t gone through with it, because she hasn’t met the right guy. It’s surprisingly easy in the big city for a girl to pass like a ship in the night ahead of other alpha males who might have piqued her interest otherwise. She can get lost in those concrete-and-steel canyons. The glass windows throw back our reflections, often, and nothing else.

. . . . . . . Next, there’s the issue of condoms. I avoid using them whenever possible. Ideally, you should be sleeping with non-sluts and non-sluts don’t carry a lot of disease. Also, you’re fucking young chicks who haven’t been around the block 100 times. If you’re sleeping with average nice girls who aren’t old enough to have ridden the cock carousel much, you can dispense with the condom. Condoms are revolting, disgusting, nasty. And by the way, AIDS is for junkies and twinks. It’s almost impossible to pick it up in the general population of single white females. The distortion for these information campaigns is incredible. You want to hold your cock and shoot your load directly inside a woman’s wet recesses. That’s the end-goal and the only goal. It can be fun to talk and socialize with a girl, and that’s something you want to cultivate because it makes hangin’ with the chicks that much easier. If you like being with girls outside of sex, you’re ahead of the game. Remember, girls can be annoying. Don’t be afraid to interrupt her stupidity-nonsense meter called a woman’s mouth. The best thing to be is an extroverted, socially inclined guy (like me) and to enjoy hearing the sound of your own wonderful voice. You’re entertaining her — but you’re also interesting yourself. If you’re a writer, you can glean bits of female personality from all the chicks you’re meeting, and put this into your fiction. (But writing about girls should be done in very limited doses. Too much femininity on the pages of a book is also revolting.)

. . . . . . . My father was a big-time dancer, and I inherited the dancing gene from him. I like dancing. So for me clubs and the street together are win-win-win. Life is good, and it should make you happy to be alive. Chicks complement us. They are the yin to our yang. (Or is that yang to our yin?) A woman is more than just a pair of spread-open legs. She’s also a set of fun-to-play-with titties! Ha. I kid. No, girls are all good. Just when you get sick of watching chicks eat, you see a girl running at dawn out in the mean city and that gets you feeling good about girls in general. GIRLS ARE FUN. They’re not scary parasites. They really mean well. It’s sharks like me who are the real dangers in life, not the typical girl. Luckily for girls, the vast, vast majority of guys aren’t like me. If women only knew the dangers of going out with a guy like me … but you know, I think they do knowand they dream about it. Girls fantasize alpha males like me into existence. It’s half the reason or more that they move to the big city from Little Shitsville. Girls want to be plundered and fucked hard. And like the slut’s t-shirt reads, “Nice Guys Can’t Fuck.”

. . . . . . . Oh, and a word about sex. Treat her badly. Don’t try to please her. Girls don’t notice that anyway. They notice general attitude, whether you’re using them and adjusting their bodies into new shapes for your own (male) pleasure. Oh, I’m getting a hard-on just writing about it. Use her. Use her body. Move her around. Don’t ask for or wait on permission. Half the time I got turned down in my younger years was when I asked for “permission” in a nicey-nice way. According to the law, you can’t rape a chick down to the ground, but make her say “stop.” Sometimes a girl will murmur “no” in a sexual, please-tease-me-harder way. No doesn’t always mean no, but be careful you’re not losing control with a girl. But in general girls will definitely let you know where you stand. Don’t be too concerned about this. A girl isn’t going to let you put your dick in her if she’s not in the mood. She’ll tell you. Girls aren’t wilting willows. They’re assertive beings who know what they want.

. . . . . . . It’s strange, though, that girls are never compassionate about sex. Like I said, there are a lot of loser-guys, and they could use some sex-freebies from girls now and again. It never happens. If you’re having sex with a girl, it’s because she either wants you or wants to get something from you. Mostly, it’s because she wants you. (I’m not a rich billionaire, and that’s obvious when you’re with me, so it’s gotta be the sex when it’s with me.)

. . . . . . . Finally, there’s the issue of breaking up with a girl. I prefer to ghost. That is, I just stop calling and texting her and let her use her big brain to figure it out. Why bother being formal about it? Her utility is done. I’m bored with you, get the fuck out, no more talking from me, no more sweet sex-play either. You’re toast, honey. And burnt toast goes promptly in the garbage.

. . . . . . . Especially when her period’s coming up.

Fin

15 thoughts on “Deep throat disallowed in bathrooms

  1. you’ve thought this one through pretty thoroughly; some great hits come from the dance floor: one of my favourites —don’t laugh — is Robyn’s ‘Dancing on my Own’ 🙂

    1. I’m going to YouTube that right now and tell you what I think. *pausing while checking* Back again. The song really gets going with the chorus. It’s pretty good, actually. Although “Robyn” has those age-lines around her cheeks that turn me off when dealing with a chick. You can always tell a woman’s age by the age lines around her lips and cheeks. I’ll pass on the chick singing the song, but I’ll keep the song.

      1. Calum Scott did a cover of this — way, way different to Robyn’s — and took it all the way to #1 in the UK back in 2016; he first performed it on ‘Britain’s Got Talent’ and created world wise vibes; it’s worth a listen to compare the two: I love both equally: they tell a great, universal story in a few lines

        1. That’s a tight, well-written comment, John. Yeah, I like covers. I like remixes even more. Sometimes I’ll pick a random word on YouTube and add the word “remix” and see what pops up. I found that song Emotion (Lonely) that way. Give it a check, it’s pretty good.

  2. I’m in a pretty pissed-off mood. My commenting function is practically nonexistent, non-working, inoperative. When I go to other websites to comment, I enter my thoughts and then hit POST COMMENT and the fucking thing doesn’t work. This isn’t the first time this has happened. I hope it ends by tomorrow, or I’m going to get REALLY pissed. By the way John *blows out breath* I’m glad you know and like the song. It has the girl with giant bug eyes in the video.

  3. I’ve gotten more entries written while I was here, though. (“Posts.”) It just takes a little time for me to churn out another entry. My website is finally looking fleshed-out. It only took a month to do that. I started this endeavor on June 22, and it’s now July 26, 2021. I want to move back to the Toronto area. I’m sick of fucking Vancouver and its halfass cosmopolitanism. There’s a whole world out there and most of it seems to reside in Big T.O.

    When I lived in Toronto last time, I was roughing it. This time I’m going to move in with different chicks and get them to support me. I’ll write an entry about that, I suppose. Headline it with “Rent” a song by the Pet Shop Boys. I love the fact that I combine music with messages on the Cradle. It’s really a very good site. I just had a thought that was sour and dark and it reminded me of how trapped my lifestyle has become. I’ve got to escape this situation. And yet what if I lose out on an experience? That’s the trade-off: the potential gain versus real pain.

  4. Don’t take this the wrong way. But have you thought about writing erotica or romance novels? You have a strong voice in your written form. I’ll be honest I don’t give a fuck about seducing females right now. I’m on my purpose. But, seriously, your a very engaging writer.

    1. Appreciate it, dog. Yeah, I’ve written erotica before to good reviews. When I was in university, I wrote a piece about soft-core porn and posted it on the Net. I had a literary agent contact me and ask if he could rep me. I said no because I wasn’t ready for that kind of life-choice.

      I plan on writing romance/erotic novels to make money in the not-to-distant future. Fuck, I’ve gotta practice first. Writing powerful prose is a chore, y’know? You have to make it smooth and easy for it to be powerful. Anyway, I’ll keep visiting your blog. I like your voice alot. Its urban vibe is just the heavy hitting liquor for the mind I need right now. Seeya Dogg. Catxman out.

        1. *smiling in real life* Fuck yeah. I got a purpose. In fact, I’m like you — I’m not seducing right now cuz I’m on it big-time.

          My purpose is actually two purposes: to get with the program writing-wise, and to increase my personal power. The latter purpose is stalled, the first purpose is taking up most of my time and going real well.

          Dogg, you got something special with your blog. I’d even go so far as to call it a pro blog, and I don’t throw that label around. Keep at it. — Catxman

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