Talk about your dry spells. I mean the 1930's mother of dry spells. At one point I couldn't even get the fat chick from El Salvador down stairs to come up and fuck me even when I hinted I might be able to help her get her papers. Low point, nah, that would be the fat single mother of four who looked at me rubbed my cheek and said, I'm going to do you a favor and not touch you, you're too good for this, you're a "nice guy" and you're just in a slump is all. Yeah, I can thank her now, but dear God did I feel like less than a sack of shit then.
Where did I go wrong? I wasn't the most popular kid in high school. I didn't play sports. I wasn't invited to the cool kids' parties. But I was getting laid. Laid enough. I had three different girls. They were all about 7's, meaning other guys wanted to fuck them too. I had a rebellious IDGAF image and attitude. I was in detention most of my senior year for getting caught with my pants down on occasion. My counselor told me I was a lost cause and would not be accepted to any universities. Hope she never got a job in forecasting shit.
I got accepted to Cal Poly, SDSU, and some others that didn't matter. Once I heard about the SDSU rep knew where I was going. I got laid my second day there. It was the beginning of a lot of memorable times and WTF situations.
Took me a while to get my assignment out of college. And that final year was pretty miserable. I was unemployed for the 100th time, my girlfriend got fed up and left, and as a parting gift she told me how much dick was sucking on the side. Called me a an immature-premature loser. She got in my head in a bad way.
Well I finished school. Because my grades were shit I didn't do an internship. I was a 25 year old college grade with a 2.26 GPA, not very marketable. So I got the first job I could at a call center. The call center was awesome in terms of getting laid. I was having fun again, but had this ominous voice inside me telling me this is how I got into trouble with school. I needed to focus. So I decided it was time to settle down. I married a girl I would not have looked at twice before, but she was the girl with the best work ethic around and I decided I needed that in my life. Needless to say while I was building a better work habit my sex life was going down the tubes but I kept thinking that it would get better long as I focused on improving my work status things at home wicked better because eventually I would have earned her respect. That never happened. And eventually I started messing around. and at this point I realized that a lot of females are attracted to a guy with a ring on his finger. I was getting a lot of ass. I was getting easy ass.
Four years into the marriage my wife asked for a divorce and I almost did a cartwheel in front of her. All I was thinking was that I was going to be getting all kinds of laid. Strange thing happened, all of a sudden all the girls that were giving me that attention stopped. One girl that I was absolutely obsessed with totally dissed me the same way my college girlfriend had dissed me. I also got a different job to a different city and everything was different. During this time I tried and failed to hook up with girls and with every failure the more self conscious I became the more unsure of myself I became until the only time I would even begin to talk to women was when I was already a blubbering drunk. In college I was fucking girls but at some point between the age of 22-24, girls had evolved way past me. They had evolved into women and I didn't keep up with them.
One year turned into two, and two years turned into four years of not getting laid. During this time I really started focusing on work I figured if I had more money I would attract more women, but it did not work out that way. For the first three years of this dry spell I thought about going to a strip club or paying a hooker, but there was a mentality that I had that paying for sex of any kind, even to see a naked girl, was for losers and losers only. Then one day my brother decided we need to go on a Vegas trip and that was the first time in 10 years that I had actually gone to a strip club. I had a blast obviously. My brother was laughing because he could tell that I was still a little stiff around the girls in the club but then I was having a good time which I hadn't in a while. After the second night in Vegas and second visit to the strip club we actually went to a disco club and I stepped up to a girl and eventually walked her back to her room we were making out the entire time, I didn't get ass this time but I did get her to go out on a date (we were both from L.A. as it turned out) and that was the most progress I had made in a while.
And that's when the idea hit me, I was making way too big a deal about getting these women naked, after so much rejection it had become something bigger than it should have been. So I started slowly going to strip clubs. After 6 months of clubbing I finally got laid by a civvie. And another one a month later. I moved to Georgia. I have been going every week since I did. And I've been getting laid on the regular. Strip clubs put it all back into perspective, help me to get comfortable and not so fucking nervous with tits and ass Like I used to be. I expect to see tits and ass and I don't think it's a favor. I learned to look ladies in the eye and not down their blouse because they don't have anything I'm not going to see at the strip club, and that's where I'll probably see the best tits and ass. It's given me my IDGAF edge back. I know where to go when these civvie girls play hard to get, or try to tease, I have my sanctuary my fortress of solitude. I have my girls. Civvie be on notice. I don't need you, I want you. But if you trip then I'll be moving on. You have nothing to offer me but you best attitude. If I want tits and ass. I have my fill. Thank you to whoever invented strip clubs. And thank God I can afford to go.
In the end I got my MOJO back. I found my edge. I have a lot of strippers to thank for that.
