Some teenage boys have natural game.
Others get laid through luck.
I suppose I was a lucky natural.
I was aggressive as a kid.
But, I was also in the right place at the right time.
The American East Coast during the early 1990’s was a fruitful time for a horny young man.
I lost my virginity when I was just 13 years old.
I continued hooking up throughout my teen years.
Of course, I didn’t bang all these girls. But I consistently got oral sex, hand jobs, and the occasional lay.
Later, two different older women statutorily raped me. Two separate times.
I felt little empathy toward these women and girls. I mostly used them and threw them away. I focused on my pleasure.
My parents tried to control me, without much luck. We always had a good relationship. But they didn’t provide much sexual guidance. I never learned about sex or girls from them.
I figured things out on my own. Through trial and error.
Thankfully, I never had a problem hooking up with attractive females. Pussy was easy for me. I’m not tall, but I’m good-looking. I also lifted weights heavily when I was younger. It helps. I relied on my looks to bang women. I never had to try to get pussy. It just happened.
But, because of that, I never bothered to develop game. That would be a bad mistake.
I took a step back from womanizing in my 20s. Part of it was feminist societal brainwashing. I believed in the fairytale love story endings. My parents have been married a long time and they expected the same from me.
I wanted to get married, so I became a serial monogamist. I got into long relationships with women and went beta.
I went through grinding dry spells after the inevitable breakups.
But then I got familiar with the Manosphere.
I took the Red Pill.
I finally remembered who I had been as a teenager.
I compared that to who I had become.
I did not like what I saw.
I chose to revert to my natural ways….and that’s how this blog was born.
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