@MrE_mssg I think Girls that don’t take care of themselves always look better at 18 compared to 25.
But the ones that care and are conscious of their looks almost always look better and peak looks wise in their early to mid 20s. Maybe I just like cougars
@Pat_Stedman@MajesticPLion These stats are all irrelevant anyways. One guy can bring out a different personality/sex drive in a girl that another guy can’t. Compatibility goes a long way.
@rombinzoncrusoe Haven’t seen a big enough sample, but I think I’ve noticed the ones whoring out of necessity, (actual trauma, bad daddy issues, etc) come out more normal after realizing they’re being retarded whores.
The ones dabbling in it for no reason seem to have sticky damage.
@MrE_mssg “sex feels good” aspect is gay. But something to be said about being deeply in love with someone and fully comfortable with each other, which you’ll never experience during first time sex.
when you own a girls soul, the experience and the spark peaks during foreplay anyways.
Happy Valentine's day to all the women in the world
Not the woman you show everyone, but the other one
You see, every woman has a much smaller girl secretly hiding inside her. Like a tiny creature who crouches at the very back of a cave
Who watches the entrance for the smallest movements with big scared eyes
She is the realest thing about you
But you are more afraid than anything of showing her to the world
She has no defenses. She has no cleverness. She cannot perform or deflect or charm or argue or joke or protect herself in any way
She has no armor at all
She is the oldest part of you
She’s the part that still somehow believes that love is real, despite all the pain and the ways life has hurt her
She’s open and soft beyond all reason
She is the one who still believes in magic
When you were 4 years old, she ran towards her parents and friends with her arms outstretched and told them she loved them
She's the one who looks up at the starry night sky and feels so impossibly small that she might collapse
She cried for a week when she stepped on a ladybug by mistake
Her heart was wide open
So open that even the smallest things could make her laugh or cry, helplessly, without being able to stop it
Then something happened. It was gradual. Almost too slow and imperceptible to notice happening
You began to build a woman on top of this girl
Layer after layer. You began to learn ways you needed to perform. Ways you needed to seem clever, witty, funny, more professional, more beautiful, more graceful, more anything
Ways you needed to seem like you had your life together and project an image to others that you're going somewhere, doing something, being something
Ways you needed to pretend you weren't needy, weren't hurting, didn't actually care, all while inside it was something utterly different
All the ways you needed to hide yourself behind a wall
The tests, the boundaries and the self-protective philosophies you adopted to help reduce the chances you would ever be rejected
And by the time you were 18, that girl was buried under so many layers upon layers, that you scarcely even remembered she was in there
But she didn’t go anywhere
She was the one who built all these layers because she was so scared that she felt she had to
She is the one who cries herself to sleep in bed alone at the very end of romance films or novels, when nobody is watching
She is the one whose hands tremble before first dates, as she pushes herself and hopes beyond all hopes that this might her person
The one she’s spent her whole life waiting for, so she never ever needs to go through this awful process ever again
She’s the one who pours her heart out writing, then deletes it all
Because it’s too impossibly open, too vulnerable, and therefore she can’t risk a rejection because he whole existence would be crushed into nothingness
She is the one who says "I love you" in the mirror late at night to practice saying it, but can't actually do it in person before it's said to her, because not hearing it back terrifies her to the core
Every woman reading this knows who I am talking about
You can even feel her stirring while you're reading
That slight feeling of recognition behind your eyes. The slight tightening in the chest like you've had a secret exposed. That's her
Modern women spend their lives hiding this secret girl, trying desperately to make sure nobody can see her
They believe this is wise and safe
They believe the walls they've built are what keeps her from getting hurt beyond repair
They even come to believe the walls, the layers, the systems and the self-protective mechanisms are what attracted love and give her the means to keep it
But the truth is she's totally suffocating, somewhere deep in there
She feels the full weight of the walls and the layers pressing down on her
All these things are supposed to protect her
But somehow, they're just pushing her further and further from what she actually wants most deeply
Because this girl doesn't actually want to be protected in the way she's learned
She just wants to be seen exactly as she is
It's not the one with the perfect yoga body and the sophisticated skincare routine and the cultural learnings
It's the one with absolutely nothing. The one who is completely naked, in the deepest sense of the word
Who really wants to walk up to you, trembling, and say "here I am, I love you, please don't hurt me"
She wants to stand in front of a man with no armor, no strategies, no learned routines, no preplanned defense mechanisms to eject first, no backup plan
And simply be that small creature that is hiding at the very back of the cave, out in the light of day, for the very first time
All men know when this girl appears
Every good man who ever loved a woman was not in love with her walls, her performance, her hardened layers, or the self-development routines she built upon herself to try and secure love
He was just waiting
He saw her, for brief moments, at the very back of the cave. and he recognized her
Even if she forgot herself
He knew her
Everything else, all the walls, the castle that was built to keep her hidden, the soldiers that guard the gates. None of that was every interesting to the man
He sees the way she built it all to avoid the hurt, because she slowly learned that it was necessary
Just the thing you're supposed to do
And he saw, through it all, deep inside the innermost room, the girl alone with her knees pulled up to her chest, watching the entrance with her big, scared, yet curious eyes
And he he knew her. That's her, that's the girl I want
But the tragedy is that she's also the one most women abandon first
When life gets too hard, or when love gets too frightening, or when someone gets too close
She's always the one that is exiled first to an even deeper part of the cave
And she's the one who is last to be let to return, if at all
Yet she's also the holder of every hope you were too afraid to say out loud. She's the one who would rather be totally destroyed by the truth than saved by a beautiful life
She's the one who believes that love is real
And she's the one all good men fell in love with
They loved this girl, deep inside, so much, that they'd wait years through all the storms just to see a single glimpse
A glimpse of what they first fell in love with when they felt her heart
The bravest thing a woman can do isn't starting a business, or running a marathon, or growing a social media account, or fighting a war, or publishing a book, or climbing a mountain
The bravest thing a woman can do is let out out the girl at the very back of the cave
And this is also only thing she's ever needed to do
Because when she stands with absolutely nothing, naked and trembling. No walls. No performance. No routines. She is the most lovable thing in the world
Happy Valentine's day to this girl
Reality is. If you’re a standout guy in 2026, in a relationship. You’ll find yourself enriching and donating more to your girls soul than the other way around.
Not because she doesn’t want to, but because she’s lost the capacity to.
@colejaczko I guess you’re right if that’s what men found attractive, but most don’t.
It’s true that most men are now losers, but most women are now soulless.
@rombinzoncrusoe True, I’ve had same feelings of disgust even when they’ve only been with one guy before, you’d think a lower number would help u cope, but its all the same.
It’s all cooked.
@rombinzoncrusoe Have had the highest compatibility and biological urge to impregnate chicks that would normally be opposite of what I’d want on paper, red flags, etc, but who am I to ignore my biology.
@EagleCrypto_@MrE_mssg Canadians don’t fuck with Americans bc Canadians are retarded. We have essentially the same cultures/traditions except Canadians are the pussified version in every way.
@MrE_mssg At this point, the only solace lies in choosing one that’s obsessed with you and likes you more than you like her.
That seems to be the only “win” left in this part of the world.