Roosh v dating
A good writer lets his stories was just about perfect on this front.
But I suppose I should have seen this coming with all the short stories he’s been posting in the past year, all of which have some kind of hackneyed moral or lesson.
His best by far is “The Rat Mobility Experiment,” mostly because it’s the only story that is handled with subtlety.
Poosy Paradise is unfortunately on the other side of the pool, wearing kiddie floaters and splashing water all over everyone.
A lot of sex often sucks out all of your horniness and motivation to bang more. Or it puts a big dent in your wallet, forcing you to focus on work. Or, more commonly, your standards go up to where girls who were beautiful before are only average now.
The 6s you banged were great, but why bang another 6 if you can try for the 7?
You can’t go and stay in Ukraine hoping that you will pick up local women without talking in Russian or Ukrainian.
For Roosh, Poosy Paradise represents two steps forward and one step back. Poosy Paradise is a good book, an interesting book, a well-written book.
It’s a book that displays Roosh’s evolution as a man and a social critic. In contrast to the straight-shooting, unpretentious style of Roosh’s previous memoir didacticism.
After the kiss I said, “Let’s go for a walk this way so we can grab a drink.” I conveniently left out the fact that the drink was at my apartment 15 minutes away.
It would be a tall order to get her back, but why not try? There’s no anger when they flake, no disappointment when they play stupid games, and not even much pleasure when it finally comes time to bang.