……Scheduling is a mite tricky…..
The link below is a Post that I made last year:
Having a stable of women
……Scheduling is a mite tricky…..
The link below is a Post that I made last year:
Having a stable of women
Nice post… I seem to have stumbled onto some of that already in my strategizing. The one is about 45 minutes away. She is busy and will be disinclined to drop in.
The primary dangers are the local girl (10 minutes away) dropping in when I have the out of town one here… my daughter (the youngest) saying something stupid (she’s only here on visitation and I keep her away from the out of town gf so my daughter thinks I only have the local Asian gf) and thirdly if I were to be out with one at the Garden they both have a membership at. When I go to that garden, I make SURE I know where the other gf is.
One difference between this and the similar scenario I had in 1995 is that I have no emotions towards any of them. No romantic feelings. They are just objects in my environment that interact with. If they become a net negative, then I will dump them with no remorse and go back to my 8-lb Nina Chan fake pussy that I purchased on Amazon.
I’ve studied them in depth. The one who would have a temper is the Asian one. The white one would be more likely to off herself in a depression than me.
I read about 50,000 pages of psychology of love, women, marriage, relationships etc from about June to September. After the ex cheated with the 3rd person, I decided to hook up with an exotic Eurasian woman I talked to online, since I figured what is good for the goose, is good for the gander. Back then I was more beta, and when she was drinking that night and saw me change and shave and all that, she started crying when I told her where I was going and said she didn’t know why, when I asked her “why are you crying when you have said for the past few years you don’t love me?”. Like a beta, I stayed home that night because I felt bad.
Years later, after a return trip from out of state from her “boyfriend” she left me for, to get more of her stuff from the house, she went after the untouched bottle of rum I left in the bedroom, and we humped like rabbits. And the funny thing is, she got all weepy and emotional, and said she still loved me, and kissed me, and she had been unwilling to kiss me for years during sex. And it wasn’t the booze, because her behavior had been consistent for years even with booze. I had formulated a theory before I slept with her, based on my understanding a couple years after the previously mentioned incident where she cried.
The first instance was her not having an established branch to monkey branch to, and me going to see another woman might pose a threat to that. Thus the crying. We feel physical pain because injury represents a threat to survival and emotional pain is similar. The second instance was her laying (what she thought, consciously or more likely, unconsciously) the groundwork for reverse monkey branching back to me if her boyfriend didn’t work. I wanted her to think that she could come back, so that my daughter wouldn’t be 1,800 miles later.
The reason she said she loved me in that second incident, is related to cognitive dissonance and the “Benjamin Franklin effect”. Essentially, to reverse monkey branch back to me, she brainwashed herself into thinking she still loved me. That is where I finally realized that emotions, particularly romantic feelings are stupid illusions.
I worked for a few months on desensitizing myself to emotions. I can now see pretty much anything (e.g. video of a vigilante mob burning a teenage girl alive in Guatemala — on Liveleak — with gasoline after beating and kicking her repeated) and it doesn’t bother me. I have gotten to the point where I have trained myself to feel nothing. Its not suppressing emotions, like the Vulcans on Star Trek are depicted doing. There is nothing to suppress. They are gone.
I’m probably the first person that had Asperger’s to reason and train their way out of it, and become essentially the polar opposite: a sociopath. I personally don’t think there is anything wrong with being a sociopath. Another synonym (at least for sociopath’s with intelligence, discipline, and self-control) is Winner.
The funny thing is now, I seem to have much more success with women after programming myself to be a sociopath than I ever did with Asperger’s. The few “charming” things I did then that appealed to certain types of women I simply repeat where appropriate. Its like a black box: I have no emotions, but I take in the same inputs I did years ago, and can churn out an acceptably romantic response. The black box seems to respond the same way from an outside perspective, but the internal workings are all different. I guess that makes me the a little like John Searle’s “Chinese Room” or Plato’s Allegory of the Cave.
All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.
Ranger One 2 years, 10 months ago.
