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Shut The Fuck Up

Marcus Aurelius had a dream that was the Manosphere and this is not it, this is not it. So after successfully being brow beaten by Fly Fresh and Young and Dagonet to write more here I am before you, your humble author ready to jump back in. While I stopped writing for a bit I never really left the Manosphere, I was actively tweeting my ass off and reading everyone elses blogs along with Rooshs forum. My problem was boredom, randomly writing about banging girls wasn’t all that interesting to me since banging random girls is a pretty regular occurrence but recently something has caught my eye which finally got me off the bench and back in the game so hang onto your dicks and let’s get to it.

When I first stumbled across this little universe of ours I couldn’t get enough of it, while I’ve never read a book on game I loved everyone’s interesting stories, views on the opposite sex, and being exposed to other like-minded individuals who pushed me to be better. In the past few months though our corner of the internet has become far more polluted with negativity, I recently tweeted about needing to cut some friends out of my real life and feel as if it needs to be done with my online persona as well….but not before one last-ditch effort to save my brethren.

Now I don’t think its a stretch for most people to acknowledge Roosh being one of the most respected guys in the game and I’ve got the same respect for him as most. From his blog posts, to his rarely put out videos (which I actually enjoy the most), to his biggest contribution as a whole…the forum, the guy is a first ballot hall of famer. The hall of fame sports analogy here works perfect because much like people trying to emulate their favorite sports stars I feel as if many guys who look up to Roosh do the same with his opinion of American women. Now its well documented that he’s not the biggest fan of American women and at times I agree with him, a large amount of them are unbearable but not even close to as many as you would be lead to believe by reading through everyone’s blogs and tweets. The problem is while hating the new stereotypical American girl is only a small sliver of what Roosh contributes to everyone it’s all a lot of you have latched onto and your woe is me “American Girls Suck” attitude is a fucking cop-out.

Guys do you want to know why you’re not getting the girls that want to look after you, cook for you, and submit to you as a man……its because you’re no fucking catch yourself. Stop bitching about how shitty American women are and realize how shitty YOU are! Pick up a book, go to the gym, travel, commit wholly to making yourself a better and more interesting person and I can promise you there will be quality women attracted to you. I’m not sure when we devolved into a group of pussies sitting around bitching about the lack of quality women but it needs to stop because it doesn’t matter. If you’re half as Alpha as most of you claim to be or strive to be even with a diminished dating pool  you’re going to go out there and take down the few remaining good chicks because Joe Average dude in America is on just as fast a decline as the women were bitching about. This thing that we have all worked so hard to create isn’t about tearing down shitty women, we all know they’re out there we get it, it’s about making all of us better men so let’s get back to what’s important……us.

We have a saying back in Texas my friends and I lived by…….”Wake Up and Be Somebody”, I hope you all do.

Songs a little old but its a good summertime hip hop song and should at least make you bob your head a little bit.


Cigarettes Dont Just Lead to Cancer

For those of you that have read my profile you know that I am 30 years old. (by years since birth not in terms of maturity) If you are not that age let me explain what that means, you will be going to A LOT of weddings.

I was in the pacific northwest for my old roommates wedding and experienced one of the best weekends of all time. Heres how it went down (kind of a long one but I think worth it for the payoff):

Since I was in the wedding party I needed to be up there a couple of days earlier than the rest of the other guests so I book a Thurs morning flight up there. One of my best friends hates work more than I do so he jumps on the chance to start the vacation early and books his flight for the same day as me. From the very beginning I knew there was something different about this trip.

No, your eyes are NOT deceving you. The guy in the window seat actually broke out a Playboy! I honestly wanted to shake his hand I just didn't know where it had been.

I get into town a bit ahead of my friend and take the train downtown to my hotel which was the absolute tits, great job by my friend who booked it.
Blah, Blah, Blah, rehearsal dinner, mingling with friends and family till around 8. Now this is where the night could have gone one of two ways. Most of the wedding party is staying at my friends parents house in the middle of the forest miles away from downtown and my friend who came up early and I look to be stranded there as well. We both know that is a horrible mistake as we have a great hotel in the heart of downtown and need to be drinking at a bar not sitting around a fire rehashing old stories. (which I love to do just not on vacation) Right as we begin to resign ourselves to our boring fate like an angel of mercy one of the other groomsmen decides to leave with his wife and they happen to live close to downtown, we seize the opportunity and hop in the back seat.
Our hotel happened to have a pretty fantastic roof top bar so we hit the room for a quick shower and change of clothes and headed up there where we proceeded to start banging back Hendricks martinis. If you like gin give it a shot, I’m usually a whiskey guy but for a change of pace these can’t be beat. After about 4 each were both looking a bit glazed over and realize that the bar is closing. For some reason the place closes at midnight Mon-Thurs but in this case its a welcome relief as a change of scenery is just what we both need.
The bartender tells us about another bar right around the corner that’s cool and we take his word and head in that direction. We both need a change from gin so I audible back to whiskey and bee line to the bathroom while my friend orders the drinks.
When I reach the bathroom I hear a light groan while I’m at the urinal which causes me to turnaround where much like a scene from the Wizard of Oz I see two feet poking out from underneath the stall. I’m drunk and find the scene wildly amusing so I go into the next stall over to look at whats going on where this greets me.

My favorite part is his drink next to him. Definitely gonna need that when you wake up my man.

Drunk myself and laughing hysterically I meet my friend at the bar where he has clearly been hit over the head repeatedly by the drunk monster. His eyes are open but he’s clearly incoherent so I tell him he should probably head back to the hotel and crash and that Id be fine on my own. He looks at me with equal parts relief and gratitude and he stumbles on his way back to our room,  ahhhhh going dolo once again. Alone with my whiskey and his I sit back debating my next move.

Excuse me bartender, I'll have a whiskey and a whiskey.

After sitting down for a bit I get the sudden urge like so many others when highly intoxicated that I really want a cigarette. Across the street is a convenience store so with new life I walk across the street and pick up a pack of grits. Now while sitting by myself I had noticed two girls at the bar, a strawberry blonde with nice fake tits and an athletic looking brunette and as I come back across the street the blonde is outside smoking. Through years of study I have found out that girls who smoke are much more likely to fuck me after just meeting me so I seize the opportunity to talk to her by asking for a light. We make small talk over the smoke and go our separate ways inside, I could tell she was interested so I didn’t really pursue her and just went back to my table. After some repeated looks and smiles from her and her friend she walks over and asks me to join them which I accept.
Honestly at this point I’m on absolute auto pilot and have pretty much no recollection of what I’m saying but I know its working. Before I know whats going on its 2am and time to leave.  As we walk outside the brunette says I should come with them to her parents condo for a nightcap. The girls live about 45 minutes away but her family owns a high-rise condo downtown that’s empty where they are staying for the night.
As we make the walk to the condo I am in the middle of the two girls and grab both of their hands, hand in hand we all walk until we get to the condo. We go upstairs and the brunette opens a bottle of wine and we make our way to the patio where the blonde sits on my lap. While so close to the finish line this is where things get bad for me as every martini and whiskey hits me head on and I’m greeted with a rather large case of the spins. I tell the girls I need to leave and they insist on calling me a cab which I refuse knowing we are so close to my hotel so the girls ask to at least walk me out.
After we get to the lobby of the condo I realize this is where champions are made and I need to get my shit together because one of these girls is for sure getting fucked tonight soI say to hell with it, let’s go back upstairs. As we’re standing in the kitchen talking we all get exceedingly closer to each other and you can cut the sexual tension with a knife at this point then out of nowhere BANG we all start going at it and making out like crazy.
We make our way back to the bedroom and clothes come flying off in a blur and in a moment of clarity I realize what is about to happen, Im about to smash both of these girls. Some nights the alcohol can kill your sex drive and other nights it can fuel you for the sex olympics this night was definitely the latter. For the next couple of hours I proceeded to bang these girls like the future of the free world depended on it unleashing pretty much my entire repertoire.
By the time we finish up it’s around 6am and I leave the girls in a naked heap on the bed and throw my clothes on. In a drunken, disheveled, champion like glow I stagger into the streets with no idea on how to get back to my hotel. Sparking one last victory cigarette for my walk to bed I randomly pass strangers at bus stops waiting to go to work having no idea of the night I just had. I make it to my hotel room and pass out instantly.
Now at some point me and the blonde must have exchanged #s because when I wake up around 10am I’ve got this voicemail on my phone. (my favorite part is my friend laughing in the background at the end as we listen to it. Oh that and the fact that she’s married! Theres a few dead air spots so you couldn’t hear the names. Sorry I’m not as brave as Roosh or VK.) So the next time someone tells you cigarettes lead to cancer tell them to shut the fuck up and that they also lead to threesomes.
Songs about 5 years old but I’m sure alot of you have never heard it. It reminds me of summertime sex and in the dead of winter who doesnt want to think about drinking mojitos all day then banging some hot chick listening to this song? Roosh is  big fan of brazilian girls not sure if he likes “Brazilian Girls” Sorry its a shitty live version but the official ones wont play on the blog. Take your ass to Youtube and listen to the official version here. Its fucking awesome and if you dont like it may whatever supreme being you believe in have mercy on your soul.

Crabs In a Bucket

Most people who read this don’t follow me on twitter. (shameless plug) Go follow me now, I’ll wait……….ok good your back. My follower count had damn for sure better be higher when I log in next. The reason I mention twitter is I apologized for my lack of writing due to demands from the real world which obviously none of you give a shit about soooooo on with the show.

For those unfamiliar with the expression Crabs In A Bucket just click on the link for a good explanation of the theory or I’ll give you a half assed one here if you’re too lazy. What it basically boils down to is when crabs are placed in a bucket rather than let one crab escape they pull each other back down into the bucket. Being from the city I’ve never really witnessed a crab bucket battle royale but I’ll take their word for it on that’s how it goes down.

Since I've never seen it personally I'm going to pretend the crabs transform.

Now I was recently out-of-town with some guy friends for a reunion of sorts when what turned into a simple joke with a girl lead to the inspiration for this post.

Obviously none of you know me so you’ll have to take my word for it on this one(much like me taking the word of the crab bucket battle bots) but I flirt with almost every girl I meet. I look at every girl I meet like I want to fuck them. Now the reason I say this is because what lead to my wingman epiphany (ahhhhhh, get it, the crabs are the metaphorical wingmen) was completely and utterly harmless. Our annual guys trip this year was to a friends cabin and while on the way we stopped at the only store within miles to pick up some last second booze and food. The girl working there was maybe a Utah mountain region 6 which basically equates to a San Diego 4 if the math on my abacus is correct. As she rings us up she tells us about the impending snow storm and that there was a chance we could get snowed in at which point I joked about hoping she had a spare couch for me to crash on as opposed to being stuck in a cabin with all these dudes. Her response was that of silence coupled with a look that I proposed an all anal gangbang, not my finest hour but I was honestly just making a joke and conversation and so what if this mountain chick didn’t find me funny. After we leave the store a few of my friends set in on how she couldn’t have reacted any worse to which I definitely agreed. This was funny and I definitely deserved to be made fun of and needless to say I was but it also got me thinking how often some of the guys I’m with are so quick to make fun of those of us that pull girls whenever we don’t hit a homerun on an actual approach.

Quite possibly most of you already know this or have thought about it before but I don’t think it ever really struck me till this past weekend. When most men hear the term wingman you usually think of your buddy jumping on the grenade or your friend who’s great at entertaining a group of people while you play Sgt. Swoop on the girl you’re trying to get. This past week though another wingman service was brought to my attention. You want guys around you that are going to keep you in the right frame of mind, guys who are going to build you up not tear you down,  and preferably guys with balls who are also going to try to talk to girls rather than sit back in the cheap seats and criticize your every move when they don’t have the balls to even get in the game

Associate with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation; for it is better to be alone than in bad company- George Washington

(well said George, that’s why the title of this blog is Going Dolo)

(I’m sure my man The Rookie will give me grief for my selection of another emo rap song this week but what the hell, I love Kanye and his new album is dope)


Got back from Vancouver last night and the city was an absolute blast, one I highly recommend. Landed pretty early in the morning and took the train from the airport to my hotel (just get on without paying, it’s like 10 bucks but no one checks your ticket. I didn’t pay for it again the rest of the time I was there)  Decided to  stay at the Fairmont Pacific Rim (kinda pricey so definitely not for everyone but work picks up the tab for me) which is near the waterfront a few blocks away from Granville (street filled with bars) and another slightly more sketchy bar district.

I’m clearly conditioned to Americans both men and women and was blown away by how nice Canadians are. If you go up there and you’re not an asshole the people there will wholly embrace you. It was really easy to start a conversation with any girl simply by politely introducing myself and then asking what other bars were good since I was from out-of-town. They would of course ask where I was from and once I told them “the states” it was on and they instantly wanted to talk more.

The first night I met two Canadian girls outside of a bar smoking a cigarette with the opener I used above and they invited me out for the night. First we went to some sketchy bar called The Cambie then to a house party where I got stoned out of my mind. Seems like EVERYONE up there smokes and you can do it just about anywhere with little worry. There seem to be two very different scenes in Vancouver one slightly resembles Scottsdale and the other reminds of Seattle. Needless to say the house party I was at with the weed flowing freely was more the Seattle crowd which usually isn’t my type of girl but this girl was really cute despite her hippy demeanor. We got high and made out for a while I think she was as happy to have a story about hooking up with some random American as I was about hooking up with some random Canadian hippy. Meh, either way I didn’t give a shit.

The next night I went to Granville which is the main drag of bars in Vancouver and started at some random bar whose name I don’t remember probably because the place sucked and the only cute girls there were the waitresses. They said this club down the street called The Roxy was cool so I decided to check it out. The place was absolutely packed with a live band playing (I think, Id had a lot of Kokanees by that point. Canadians do NOT play around with their beers) and there were a decent amount of girls there but it seemed like they were all in big groups. The place seemed kind of dumpy to me that coupled with the noise levels and how packed the place was I left pretty quick to some bar across the street where I figured I would fare better. Across the street is  “The Speakeasy” it had a pretty laid back feel to it so I grabbed a chair next to a table full of girls and set up shop. The waitress was cute so I hung out with her for a bit feeling out the girls next to me. I decided to go out front and grab a smoke and figure out my in when two of the girls followed me outside to smoke as well, they bummed a light and my problem was solved. They turned out to be 6 Au Pairs from all over the world who all lived in Canada now. The one who asked me for the light was from Wales and was clearly interested but I didn’t know what to do with her friend. My isolation of a girl is pretty much TERRIBLE so I just sat there making conversation with both of them till we went inside. We went inside and they asked me to join them so now my problem is even worse seeing as how I couldn’t isolate her from one and now I was up against five more. I made conversation with the table then excused myself back to the hotel whiffing on one that was teed up for me. (any suggestions on isolation would be welcome)

Every one says Americans have a bad rap in foreign countries which I think is true but you can use that to your advantage if you play your cards right. If you tone down the cocky attitude that you would use in a bar back home and just act genuinely nice you catch people off guard with their built up perceptions of what most Americans are like and the next thing you know they’re bending over backwards to help you……or for you.