The guys over at 3rd Millenium Man are committing next week to script flipping on the women in their lives and calling on our fellow ‘spherians to do the same by flaking on the women in their lives. The impetus via Mentu at UMan and the major details can be found here.
The Society is full in accord with 3rd Mill’s sentiment and prerogative on this one, however, there is a missing element for a number of our fellow brethren are crotch deep (yeah) in LTRs and marriages. For these few the initiative is somewhat lacking as the initial call hones on date flaking. For this reason I am suggesting the sex flake. As Deti has explained in great detail numerous times (most profoundly here) women are the gatekeepers of poon. For the LTR/Married man this makes for a particularly potent opportunity to flip and flake. There is hardly an event more hamster nuking, infuriating, and ego destructing than rejection, and, moreover, there is nary any opportunity greater than rejecting your woman’s advances.
Society rules and stipulations suggest that one prep his woman first with a date of high order. The Red Pill Room contains numerous Alpha moves and suggestions for anyone shy of ideas. One warning, if you are the sort who often does dinner then switch it up; be busy with work till late and meet for drinks. If you often catch drinks at your local try surprise picnicking. The purpose is to rev her hard and early; run hard Game; guarantee the lay; start early, escalate hard and fast. If she doesn’t need a change of clothes before crossing the threshold home the Game is nigh lost.
Timing is the essential of the final leg of FOG (Flake On Girls). One needs ensure the approach comes from her. She should be primed so that one need only a window. Most LTRs conform over time to a routine that can and must be exploited. If she is one to change after a late night be there first.
To complete the flake one must not break frame. The brush off must maintain consistency with the night. Never in this circumstance should you apologize. No, “Sorry, I’m not feeling well.” Say, “I’m tired.” Then hit the pillow and awaken to the blissful smell of burnt hamster in the morning.
Nota bene: I suggest sleep after the brush off. A primed women is a persistent woman and the cock don’t lie. The hamster will not rest until the nuke is complete and the night lost. She will put on the dirtiest show a man can imagine to rebuke the flake. Sleep will remedy this. It is the only way.
This is the way of wisdom: (H/T Bill)
My son, attend unto my wisdom, and bow thine ear to my understanding:
That thou mayest regard discretion, and that thy lips may keep knowledge.
For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell. Lest thou shouldest ponder the path of life, her ways are moveable, that thou canst not know them.
Hear me now therefore, O ye children, and depart not from the words of my mouth. Remove thy way far from her, and come not nigh the door of her house: Lest thou give thine honour unto others, and thy years unto the cruel: Lest strangers be filled with thy wealth; and thy labours be in the house of a stranger; And thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed, And say, How have I hated instruction, and my heart despised reproof; And have not obeyed the voice of my teachers, nor inclined mine ear to them that instructed me!
Veritas numquam perit,
After four weeks of trying to get close to her, every evening, and every day, by touching, caressing, brushing, grabbing, no slapping, a time when I had not taken any pill but the fucking bright neon blue one, and in every conversation about the context, getting to hear that I am touching, caressing etc, just to get sex, at last even the shiney blue pill dulled out.
After four weeks of rejections multiple times a day, and following the shit of a advice society gives, “be more sensitive, do more of what you are doing etc”, at last I got fed up.
I was not going to cheat (but was getting close, as women seeing me out in town were basically eye fucking me when she was around and when she was not), so I resigned myself saying, I’ll let my dick rest.
After four weeks of hell, just when I had found bliss in a sexless relationship, oeace and happiness in my own retreat, letting the ground rest, the woman decides she wants sex.
The way she shows me is a touch on my shoulder, to which I, without turning reply “yea?”, and then a five second caress, which, the apparently insensitive me, fully enjoyed for what it is, the feeling of a loved one touching, and fell asleep.
Next day was the shitstorm on about how I did not love her, how I did not want her, basically I went through an episode of Psycho Girlfriend (youtube).
Yea, should go back watching Zack and Miri make a Porno and think that sex is just an unimportant part of a relationship, after she has distributed it like it was the last day on earth.
The joke about shopping and the man not paying about the counter is more effective, if the woman is expecting sex, (see, not wanting. there is no wanting if something is taken for granted), and the owner of the dick refusing to comply. Buttfucking the hamster into orbit.
Great post and thanks much for the linkage!
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What a devilishly brilliant plan. It’ll be like WWIII with all the nuclear warheads being dropped on unsuspecting hamsters all over the world.