honestly, i was on a kind of hedonic treadmill dealing with grief in my 20s. i slept with a whole lot of women in the UK, and then an order of magnitude more in asia. i just kind of got bored of dating and constantly chasing tail? after my ego had been stroked with bagging a dozen 10/10s, and as soon as i had sufficiently proved to myself that i could settle with just about anybody i wanted (i was hooking up with a princeton phd classics professor who teaches at korea's most prestigious university for a while, there was a wonderful ivy'd life opening up in front of me, rich with possibility ... and innumerable tedious dinner parties), it just kind of scratched that itch and turned off that compulsion, you know? i'm not claiming i'm a supermodel or anything, but i've never been lonely and never wanted for female company. i just kind of ... glutted myself, and then had enough.
now it's nice to just stay in, be a little bit domesticated, spend my money on simpler pleasures and new memories with an all-round good person. maybe not the same thrills as being with the merciless ice-cold killer queen with 100k instagram followers who gives you athletic sex and keeps you constantly on your toes ... i had my fun with those, and decided to get off the ride. too many loops on the rollercoaster can make you sick. (at one point, when i was staying in taiwan for a few months, a japanese girl who has about 70 million views on her solo PH channel and was making 5 figures a month on her OF flew ... to me, to stay with me for 2 weeks. she fell in love with me there. i could have had sex with a literal solo-amateur pornstar for the rest of my life and lived off the fat of her simp army.) but all those enticements get old.
just to state it as baldly as possible, i've sampled pretty much every type of woman, from every continent, race, ethnicity, religion, class and profession, walk of life, whatever. my count is well up into the middle 100s now. at one point in korea, in those fervid post-pandemic days when everyone was re-emerging into public after months/years of isolation, i was sleeping with 4-5 women a week. sometimes 2 in one day. it felt like running a dental practice or something. i just had enough of that. there is nobody out there now that is going to pique my interest that much. i already know ahead of time how it's gonna go, how the chase will play out, and how it'll all feel.
i genuinely believe anyone can grow out of that phase of life after a while. it's not particularly deep or nourishing. it's a young man's game and i got to the end credits. that's okay with me. "no ragrets" etc etc. as regards to your quandary with 'so much choice': yeah, there will always be someone else you're compatible with and feel attraction to. it is endless. that goes for her side of the bargain, too, though; in fact, it's probably objectively easier for the woman to meet and be carried off with someone else. they seldom have to initiate it or express an interest. that girl whose shoulder you're continually looking over when lusting for someone else probably has
more options than you do, dingbat. you decide to be with someone because you're building something worthwhile. you can't really do anything about the fact there's probably about 15,000,000 other women alive on planet earth right now you'd happily partner with. are you going to stay in the casino your whole life, tugging on that dopamine-lever at the slot machines?
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