You know, I totally know what
@Outcast9428 means about thinking the notch count thing is gross and stupid, though I wasn't so much against other guys doing it, yet it seemed rather adolescent and silly even if I wasn't being judgmental. Even as recently as I posted a thread about it because I thought it was funny, at that point I had no intention of doing it even though I was like
@Lucas88 in saying "no thanks" on pure monogamy and wanting always to have at least two girlfriends.
But it's actually downright comical how making this silly adolescent decision to lay 100+ new women has wildly improved not only my mood, but my entire physiology: The reaction wasn't a conscious one at all, either, that's why it impressed me and took me by surprise. Obviously I like the idea of having a lot of sex, but its as though my primal physiology is throwing a massive celebration after I made my 100+ new ones decision, LOL.
I already am always thinking about sex and fantasizing about screwing various women, as well as tapping into deeply satisfying recent and past memories of particularly good times, but this is different:
Actual sex, of course, is far more stimulative, but the actual magnified reaction to my physiology confidently expecting to be lining up the women on my toward my modest first 100 has taken me by surprise. (Nice to be taken seriously by your subconscious, LOL, not exactly always the norm!)
I've been enjoying doing longer workouts lifting later at night than normal, my body temperature has risen noticeably even before landing the first run of the new 100, and my fuckin' balls literally feel like they've become twice as heavy and at least somewhat larger, LOL, they're raring to go!
I didn't actually expect this to happen even if I went down this path, because I already am adequately confident about being able to get girlfriends (or at minimum some friends-with-benefits arrangements), and am not sexually frustrated.
Well, "not sexually frustrated," except on specific occasions like when I thought my girlfriend was coming over, but she had to call it off to go help her kid, leading to me being at a complete loss of what to do with myself that night, so ended up consuming adult beverages in quantity and ended up on Happier Abroad in the middle of the night posting some particularly explosive vitriolic polemical tirades against satanic jews and homosexuals.
That's another thing though, part of it's probably a focus shift where there's nothing I can really do about it to stop this nightmare POS USSA to go down like the f-ing Titanic in a mess of globohomo, insanity, drugs, violence, depravity, etc, and I feel like what
@WanderingProtagonist describes a lot feeling bad for everyone and thinking how much better things seemed in the 90s (or in my case remembering 80s childhood where poverty life sucked yet the surrounding country seemed to still have potential promise and opportunity).
What can I say, feeling like a younger and taller and more Germanic but still similarly emo version of Robert DeNiro busting into tears in "Analyze This" every time he gets reminded of something sentimental or something, I've had enough of that shit and am just way way happier to be getting going on my campaign to lay 100+ new women instead.
Also, I wouldn't argue with
@Outcast9428 that you can actually have better sex with a woman where you've conditioned her orgasmic responses and become more skilled knowing each other's bodies and everything for a long time in a relationship of some kind (as well as possibly some emotional intimacy provided you played your cards right with her).
But what can I say, since I can probably do that anyway with girlfriends who accept "open relationships" even if they don't know all the details, deciding to actually go down this adolescent fantasy fulfillment path of laying 100+ new women is getting an unexpected rave review and large amounts of unexpected encouragement from my very own physiology, so I'm on a mission here...
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It`s always easier to give a gal HIV then to get it as a heterosexual male.
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