As it’s too damned hot to hit the village or even make a beer run, I’ve been doing some mental inventory of all the women I have dated in the past year. It’s made me realize that either I have a shitty memory or it’s just too easy to forget all those women.
This realization came about as I struggled to remember the name of the very attractive Californian woman with whom I had a very good date about two weeks past. It was a good kiss close on the sofa date. Naturally, being a Californian, she went “poof!” with only a couple of desultury texts afterwords. I remember being annoyed at the flake out but I struggled with remembering her name. I had to go on Plenty of Fish for a mental slap in the cranial lobes.
Darlene. Her name was Darlene.
Then more faces flooded into my neurons. Yet few names were associated with those faces. Even turning to my cell phone contacts proved a useless exercise. Shit, my phone turned up more names than faces. Damn. Have I really been dating that much? Have there really been a few dozen women in just a few months? Before you readers think that I’ve been having sex with all these women, think again. Most were just first dates. Backstory here.
Perhaps this is the conundrum of Game and online dating combined with an older, more mature demographic. It’s relatively easy for me to meet very nice women. A big caveat here: relatively easy in that I spend a lot of time surfing profiles, writing messages, running day game, etc. I cast a fairly wide net and that does take time and effort. But the results are fairly consistent and I can usually have at least one date every weekend.
But so many dates. So many women. So many forgettable women. In all fairness, they likely forgot me just as quickly. It’s dating 2.0. It’s combat dating and I’m on the front lines and in the thick of battle. I am both a casuality and a victorious warrior.
Must it come to this? Where and when did our society take such a wierd turn to where assholes like me are rewarded with copious amounts of female attention? Yeah, I know, hypergamy and feminism. Look, I’m just a middle-aged asshat with too much time, a desire for feminine company, and who is reasonably good with words. Dating is fun but shows no end in sight.
Remember this post? I wrote it back in February and it’s still true for me. Yet the merry-go-round of my dating life is increasing in speed where it should slowing down to where I can safely climb off, holding the hand of a wonderful woman. This hot weather makes me all contemplative.
Fuck this, me and the dog are going down to the beer store to get some cold ones. You guys want anything?
johnnymilfquest
/ July 10, 2011“Where and when did our society take such a weird turn to where assholes like me are rewarded with copious amounts of female attention?”
I think that women have always lusted after self-assured men who know what they want.
theprivateman
/ July 10, 2011And so I have kissed my beta ass goodbye.
whiteboykrispy
/ July 10, 2011I’ll take a 12 of high life botts, your turn to buy right?
theprivateman
/ July 10, 2011Yeah… I’m buying.
Check your email for the beer.
Next time, your turn.
wingman
/ July 10, 2011Just keep enjoying the freedom and the opportunities. Here’s an existential question: Does the nature of being a red pill man and engaging in numerous liaisons diminish one’s ability to differentiate between women, and therefore make it more difficult to pick that one you would have as a LTR?
Since I am personally limited in opportunities and logistics, the “just keep fishing” lifestyle looks good to me. But maybe being too good a fisherman gets in the way of deciding which one to bring home and mount (on your wall). Am not sure on this question – just throwing it out there.
Arch
/ July 10, 2011It’s combat dating
Best imagery ever.
The Quest For 50
/ July 10, 2011This is one of my biggest obstacles– remembering what you talked about with who, and all other personal details about different girls.
It honestly helps to make a spreadsheet, listing the girls you’ve seen, the last time you saw or talked to them, and a few pertinent details. It’s a necessary tool if you’re trying to build a legit harem.
Looking Glass
/ July 11, 2011Well, you could have my problem and be horrible with names. If I can see a face (and the name), I can recall most every experience I’ve had with the person, but I’ll be damned if I can remember a name with just their face.
I’ve found I’m not the only one like that, so maybe that’s a bit of it. Need to start taking pictures of faces and saving them with names somewhere?
pamelablair
/ July 11, 2011I was recently introduced to your blog by a male friend of mine who knows that I think feminism has done nothing but create lesser versions of both genders. I’ve been enjoying what I’m reading, aside from one nagging question that I can’t seem to find an answer to. Maybe I need to read more blogs, but I’d rather just ask. How do you honestly feel about women? You date, I assume, to find something substantive. But you’re awfully critical of women.
As a side note, I sincerely appreciate the alpha qualities you write about and seem to have. It’s an uphill battle to find a man who doesn’t apologize for his masculinity at my age.
theprivateman
/ July 11, 2011I am indeed critical of women. I offer no apologies for that. I hold all individuals accountable for their actions and decisions, especially women.
Of course, I absolutely adore women but only those with truly feminine characteristics such as softness, pleasantness, caring and nurturing. It seems that the social expectation is for women to behave in the exact opposite manner, hence all the “strong and independent” women I see on the various online dating websites. Seriously, what moron came up with that idea and why have so many women (most, actually) bought into that notion?
I do recommend you read all of my blog posts.
Jennifer
/ August 22, 2011“I think that women have always lusted after self-assured men who know what they want”
There’s a difference between being that and an asshole. The latter rarely have healthy LTR’s. But you don’t sound like an all-around asshole, PM.