Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Things you don't know (2)

Part 1 is here


You were so macho, so protective when I went to talk to her. I understand you. I would do the same thing if I also did not have the information that you did not have. That girl that you were protecting me from, who was your territory, you ever wondered later that night why she is so sore? I, the bringer of news, tell you it was not because of you. Rewind to around 1 am previous night. Oh hello, back to the past? Welcome to my humble home. Yes it is her. Yes, I opened the door naked. So, with this info, what would you do? I may have retreated, or moved on to greener pastures, but the lands you conquered, -maybe re-conquered-, have been burned by my retreating soldiers. Don't worry, grass will grow there again.


You are holding hands with her. You are having your honeymoon time. I know this because two weeks ago I was given the ultimatum that your woman wants more from me. It did not make sense then, but now I know why she pushed it. Well, I had to let her go, and I see she has gotten hold of you. I wonder if you would be so happy with knowing that she is only with you because I did not agree to commit. And I wonder how many times was I in the place you are now, not knowing that while I was holding hands, I was indeed Plan B. Or C. Or D. ...Z?


Your girlfriend just came home. You woke up, got out of bed, went downstairs, opened the door of your white picket fenced house to give her a welcome kiss from her girl's night out. Funny taste? Yea, she just blew the cab driver. No, I am not the cab driver.

There is always a reason

Why does a girl send me a message at 4 am, when it is clear she will not come to my place, and she will not invite me over to her place, since her sister is staying over. She texts me only to tell me that she is going home?

Even of her friend saw me leaving with the girl I spoke all night with.


She behaved, but she knows I've noticed her talking to other men, and knows her value will drop if I consider possible anything other than her going home alone. Because, she is.

So she is making sure I think she is going home alone, to protect her value, and my interest.


She already banged one of those guys, at the time when I met her sister and friend. A time when she was nowhere to be seen. So she is trying to counter any possibility of me adding 2 and something together and come to 2 plus something is something else than 2.

So she is making sure I think she is going home alone, to protect her value, and my interest.

Both cases aim for the same result:

Me knowing that she is going home alone, and me staying interested.

Both cases are oblivious to my assumption:

If she is not f#¤king you, she is f#¤ing somebody else.

Endnote: Unless proven otherwise. And in this case it seems likely she is actually not shagging somebody else, but the reasoning still will be valid most of the time.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Foreign food neither means good food is served nor a possession of culinary taste

So, was studying some finnish and these two sentences were written in the book "Teach Yourself Finnish":

"The multitude of pizzerias and kebab houses along the high streets show that the Finns travel a lot these days and prefer foreign food when they go out to eat. This is unfortunate from the point of view of a foreigner in Finland who would like to taste Finnish food"

To make such an error in logic requires some exceptional logical talent.

How many of those high street food joints serve actual food? How many serve some middle eastern version of pizza, how many sell that crap called kebab? Real kebab is 50% lamb, 50% beef, minced, on a skewer. The kebab sold on the high street? 30% potato, 30% soy, 20% parts of the animal that the lions would leave to the vultures, 20% part of the animal the vultures would leave to bugs.

I have heard of stories where dogs turned their nose away from that kebab thingy.

I do not eat kebab. Whenever I ate it, I shat like the sewer pipe of a Haitian village for three days.

Not all are like that, there is a Finnish owned pizzeria that I visit now and then, and a Middle Eastern eatery that has the best smashed spicy tomatoes in the country. There is a sausage cart that sells blood sausage, and there used to be that Malaysian Rastaurant who made everything on front of your eyes, fresh. A German sausage&beer house is also a pleasure to visit.

Now what do all these have in common?

The price. 10-15 euros for a dish. Maybe higher.

What do most of the places in the high street that supposedly shows that Finns like to travel have in common?

Shitty food, diarrhea, hairy men, and cheap food.

Cheap being 5 euros.

From this there are few things to deduct:

Finns prefer to pay 5 euros for crap instead of paying 10 for real food.

Most the foreigners who come here have no skills other than being able to cook crap, and sell it to people. Anyway, you either got highly skilled tech people coming here or people who barely can write. Wonder which one is the majority, which one sucks from the country, which one has some benefit?

Finnish food has real ingredients, and they cost.

Any eatery that wants to do things by the book, not employ workers off the books, not evade the tax, cannot afford to provide a dish under 10 euros.

But it has nothing to do with Finns traveling. If they were really tasting the culinary specialities of the places they go to when they were travelling, these kebab and pizza places would have gone out of business long time ago.


I would not have written this post if for every one quality foreign eatery there would not be twenty Crapbab and Pisszerias.

Foreplay perfected

I knew I was making a mistake, considering the blue balls I would have the next day.

But one, I wanted to torture myself, to relive the highschool days where I would shake in pain with every step I took,
Two, I wanted to torture myself, to once again prove to myself that being "special" is a curse
Three, I was really curious if she could sleep, like she said she would.

I was going home with a girl, under the pretense that we would just sleep.

That up to this point we have not slept is totally caused by me not giving a girl hope for future relationships, just in order to get laid. So, call it masochist torture, ball pain inflicted on ones self.

But then, I was going home with a girl, who got a phone call

3 A.M. It was -17 degrees, and blowing like the sky had eaten a truck of beans. My ears were frozen, my nose was frozen, my chin totally ice, but I could overhear the conversation

"I am going to spend the night with one man"


"Yes, I know him"


"We have been texting"


"How old are you?" she asks me, I tell her,

And she hands me the phone,

"Hello, I am SleepyGirls Mom"

"Good evening"

And even the rest of the conversation, the next fifteen seconds were not enough to prevent my blueballs.

In the end nothing could stop my mission of torturing myself.

She managed to sleep, I managed to smile to my pain.

Smiling now.

Cause I'm a creep.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Pickiness causing wallflowering explained

As an example for the women that are the reason for

Why I sometimes turn into a wallflower

Girl, gorgeous.

Girl, invites friend to a party.

Friend want the girl's friend.

Friend calls me.

"Dude, tomorrow there is this party of this gorgeous girl."

"Allright. Where, when and who?", I ask, interested,

"You know the girl."

"I do?"

"Yea, she is the Secretary"

"The one who was dating MiniStallone?", seriously the guy looks like Stallone minus the muscles,

"Yea. They broke up. She is free. Looking for a man."

"I would not poke that woman who got poked by MiniStallone with someone else's dick."

"But she is gorgeous"

"Yes she is. And she is a single mom. Thanks for the invitation."

"Man, it is your decision, I tell you she is ripe for the picking"

"Cool. Let somebody else poke her, pick her, whatever. It will not be me"

Yea, turns out MiniStallone did prison time for drugs, to add to the issue.

Woman is gorgeous, that is true, but her sexual value for me, zilch.

Had I not known of this information would I have ravaged her like a savage??

Why I sometimes turn into a wallflower

Because sometimes looking around I feel like

But for some reason, I am not willing to change venue.
When I observe women and their choices and the men they flock to, the games they play with some men and the ease they offer themselves to some other men, who would me nauseous even if they only would brush past me,even knowing why, knowing the dynamics, and benefiting immensely from the utilization of this knowledge,

After a little observation, this:

Turns into this:

Sometimes I see a girl, she looks into my eyes with passion, but my gut tells me there is something off. So I decide to let that one slide. I wait. I wait so I can see what was it that was off. And I wait only to be proven right, when she is all over some guy who I would not approve of. And in my life that is the only thing that matters. My judgment. She may be in love at first sight (as she was with me), but for me, I see that as her slumming it.

Maybe she will come to regret it in the morning, and that "maybe" seems to be more like "more and more often", judging from the "All men are assholes" rant I hear from almost all girls.

It is not my responsibility to prevent women from making bad choices, from shagging dudes they will regret later (and rationalize it anyway), and from women getting pumped'n'dumped by assholes.

It is not my responsibility to protect women from their own choices.

If my guts tell me this girl will make that choice if I do not offer my company, I will not offer my company.

One thing I learned from being sexually active, fuck'n'forget does not work, as inevitably you will get to see the men that you shared a pussy with, and that takes away a piece of your soul. As usually is the case, a sexually active woman finds attractive the men that you would use double gloves to shake hands with. And these women surrender to these men, take them and their juices inside them. Hopefully wrapped.

The very few times this has happened is enough for me to do my best to eliminate the chances of it happening again.

Upon realizing the girls looking at me will make choices they will regret, and later still rationalize by "it just happened", "it is just sex." - Years later that will amount to:"All you want is sex", when some good man enters the picture. - I happily turn into observation mode, as there is so much to see, without it causing you to lose pieces of your soul.

What it does is that it also creates extreme pickyness which leads you to better quality, and more valuable interactions, sadly they get rarer.

And this pickyness is not to be mistaken for the pickyness that women are so proud of:
"I am extremely picky. I don't f#¤k every man. Just every man I find attractive"

The Fallout of the Sexual Revolution 3 - Things that make us proud

One of the sweetest girls I've met in a long time, Kitty.

She is just not playing difficult, she is clearly showing me she likes to take things slow.

She calls our mutual friends "Fast", she says "I am not like them.", she says "I think different about sex", she says "I like to take it slow", and more. Our mutual friends are also two of the sweetest girls I met in a long time.

She asked me what my notch count was, I said

"Who counts notches at this day'n'age?"

She nodded her head like a little girl caught stealing cookie from the jar, and asked "How many?"

I told her "If I say 3, it is wrong, if I say 30, it is wrong, if I say 300 it is wrong, so even if I knew, I would not say it"

She says "Hmmm, true, but still, what is your notch?"

"Apparently one of us was counting. What is your notch?" I ask, with a smirk

She looks at me with the pride of the girl who managed to steal cookies unnoticed,

"I don't know but under twenty"

Bulls#¤t. She knows the exact number, but she otherwise she is saying the truth about the range of the number.

It is under 20. But not under 15, or she would have said so.

I am the firm believer that usually you need to modify the number you hear, like multiplying by three, or adding a 1 in front of the said number, but in this case, her being a proud slow one, told me she was telling the truth.

The next sentence I say with the full disclosure that I am willing to see this girl again, she did not drop into the Pump'n'dump bucket, she will get me to go out for a drink with her, and enjoy her feminine company. Nothing changed.

At this day and age, women can be sincerely proud to have less than 20 partners by 25.

20 x 16 cm, kinda around 3 meters. (How dare I think this way. I must hate women. Me, I am a misogynist.. Bwaaaaaa bwaaaaa buuuuu huuuuu)

Talking to myself: Makes you rethink the wisdom of the ancients who wrote religion. The wisdom you belittled so many times before.

Monday, December 06, 2010

Do not bonjorno me you little Cameleffer

This little rascal was walking in the bar, hunting.

The slimy little f#¤ker was dressed to the hilt, shiny gray shirt, a vest, shiny white shoes, shiny black belt, and added to the image the Palestinian scarf around his neck, just like a few other middle easterners in the bar. Apparently one guy got laid with that scarf, and now it is a trend.

As he is walking by me, the shiny little f#¤ker looks in my eyes, smiling like a shithead.

He thinks that I will be intimidated by the fifteen or so middle easterners behind my back.


So I look back, no emotion, just a curious stare.

He comes up and with his slimy smile,with an arrogant stance


I look at him, with a yea right look, and go

"Bonjorno, bonjorno"

The he recites some memorized sentence in italian,

I shake my head, shit eating grin,

"Bonjorno, ya ya, bonjorno" in the same tonality I would say Vafanculo

The real Itallian Stallion.

Then he asks me if I am russian, upon hearing a "What?" he asks me where I am from,

I tell him only about my southern, west of the middle east, half, that the middle easterners historically hate, and as predicted, he leaves immediately.

And some of you Finnish women, fall for the "Bonjorno". Or "Ola", "Ciao"... Think you are with an Italian loverboy.

I still do not know where he is from, but not Italian, that is sure.

This fact was proven to me half an hour later, when I saw him making a Kamikaze attack on an out of shape woman ten, fifteen years his senior, and and continuing to try her after he got shot down.

I have yet to see an Italian man swoop that low.

But the eastern neighbors of my southern half, oh man,

It is their thing.

Just like the late twenties Apachi (well groomed, well styled CamelF#¤ker, not to be mistaken by the native tribe, the Apaches) smooching this 45 year old woman who was maybe 1.50 tall, but definitely had a jeans size more than her height;

Just like the young Apachi, 24-25, long footballer hair, begging this 40 year old blond at closing time, only to hear "Ok, I go now, good night"

Like the very handsome 25ish Apachi holding hands with this older gal whose clock is ringing from miles afar.

All in the same night, all in front of me. What went on unseen by me, possibly is worse.

Got to admit it, some of these guys do shag/date very good looking women, but these guys are the minority, and the women usually have been in rotation between the gang.

Off topic: What I think about what goes on in Palestine or Israel is irrelevant. That these guys who are supposedly feeling for the Palestenians are using their national symbol to pick up chicks, is low, independent of my political views.

It is as low as a mosque goer wearing a big golden cross to the bar to pick up chicks. (Seen it)

But then, my eastern neighbors' integrity was never assumed. Kind of also proven by the last Wikileaks leak.


I do not care if you are in looooove, I do not care if you are a chubby chaser, I do not care if you got a blubber fetish, I do not care if you need to stay married to get the passport, I... do... not... care!

You, good looking foreigner man, dark hair, good shape, latino looks, though I guess you are likely from the middle east, well dressed;

Walking hand in hand with that woman who has a face the size of a basketball, has maybe around 30 kg's raw material for soap production, and the "I am the princess" expression.

You, hand in hand, and having that proud look on your face.

After a totally average girl sees what that Beast managed to get to commit to herself, of course she will think she deserves Prince Charming who is a CEO, prize fighter, doctor, artist, model, movie star and rock singer all in one. Plus a 10 inch di...

No wonder they even bitch on men who are more attractive than themselves, let alone the perfect matches. Once the self is deluded, it stays deluded, until she is bitchslapped back to reality.

Either time does it, or some dude pumping'n'dumping her. Since she ignored all men who would think she is dating material, the deluded woman will receive no sympathy from me.

Back to you men, you who are slumming it publicly, and being so damn proud of it are betraying all other men who have some kind of standards.

You wanna dumpster dive, do it in private, I mean there are places where men are shagging sheep, so there is a taste for everything, I understand, but just do not publicly declare that you are proud to be with a Beast. You idiots are destroying the chances of normal men with normal women.

Effing traitor to manhood.

It just occurred to me, apparently times have changed. Too many times I have seen the "The Beauty and the Beast" story turned around.

On hindsight, a human Beast is possibly an upgrade from sheep.





I had planned to write only about this Beauty proud of shagging the beast, but then I saw another usual scene on saturday.

Handsome man, looks like a swedish trust fund kid living on a sailboat. Once again he was leading these two girls to the bar to get the cocktails. Information has it he is "Just a friend"

Three weeks ago, I told a girl to get me a glass of water while she is waiting for her drink on the bar. She brought back my water; "Thanks, WaterGirl, that's nice"; "Hehe, thank him he bought the water", and I then realized that this Swedish Sailor was buying rounds to more than five girls, and he would also have gotten one for me if I had asked her for a 12yrs Bushmills. He also then was "Just a friend".

Not too bad for me, as I got what I wanted, not the water, with no investment. Way before these happenings. And also after that, maybe even aided by the hangover his drinks caused in the ladies.

But bad for anybody else out there who are trying to meet women without going bankrupt for a "friend". It is these guys who set the bar for (not even) getting laid so expensive.


Is always better than "Can I have the honor of paying for your drinks, pleaaase?"


He comes from a country where they f#¤k camels with a ladder.

He sees me talking to these two gorgeous women, and sees me not being successful with my attempt.

He does not know I have been seeing one of these two, until recently when we had a falling apart on what constitutes well behavior.

So I continue on my way, and the girls continue the same direction but at an arms distance to my right.

This CamelF#¤ker holds her arm and starts talking to her with a stern emotion in his face while looking at me.

I look at him, but continue. Will not put myself into discomfort for a woman who hasn't behaved well and for a man who is talking to the most beautiful girl he ever talked to. I know his face and I know his usual targets. Camels would be an upgrade.

I cannot hear what he said, but she smiled and said "Thank you very much"


If he told her how beautiful she is, so what? She knows it. She does not pay for any drink in the bar. How does that affect me? Nada. I am the guy who ignored her. And that, even when I have already been intimate. I have the upper hand.

If he told her to stay away from me, thanks go to him. She is in partying age, and bad advertisement is the best advertisement.

Whatever he told her while looking at me, he was competing with me.

He did not know that I already had finished the race for which he was shopping shoes for, and he just gave me a Ferrari for the next running race.

Betray yourself, a%%hole.

I will be the one laughing, and the only reason I will call her up is to ask "Hey, that night, what did that CamelFucker tell you? It seemed like he was a gentleman",

And the story will surface.

Finnish Independence Day, my respects


Finland, a little country of 3 million people, declared its independence, after being the punching bag for two empires for centuries.

Between the 176 million strong Russian empire,

And the Swedish Empire, then strong, but now likely the first casualty to multiculturalism and feminism; a castrated army lion without balls; and home to the soon extinct Swedes,

Between two strong, big, warmongering nations,

These small people managed to get their independence,

Over the next 93 years, managed to build a civilization in this godforsaken climate.

I respect and appreciate what your fathers and grandfathers have done, and mothers and grandmothers. 

I stand and salute,

Long live the Finnish Sisu!

Kauan eläköön Suomalainen Sisu!

Finnish Independence Day, also my celebration

6 December marks the Independence Day for this small nation.

It also happens to mark the day where for the first time in years I have no booty call on demand.

Instead of calling it a drought, I will call it independence.

Viva la revolution!

And for cementing the independence, spent my saturday self sabotaging my sex life by burning bridges that needed burning. Felt good.

Clean slate after so many years.

Horny but light.

Thursday, December 02, 2010

The Fallout of the Sexual Revolution 2 – Around the World

The CutiePie was 20

Her looks were good; are still good. Beautiful eyes, and a warm smile.

She was in the bar with her friend.

We got to meet,

And her friend proudly proclaims that the CutiePie, "You know, she slept with men from thirteen different countries!!!"

Allright, so by 25 she would have traveled f#¤ked her way around the world.

And then,
On her 25th birthday the will then state she has changed, and her favorite song now is

"My friend...."
At that moment CutiePie turned into RottenPie for me, and years later, I still fell the feeling in my stomach.

I can with confidence feel pity for the man who will try to raise a family in that One World Government, with that Vaj without borders.

What I may be missing is that if every sperm carries its own immune system strengthening antibodies, this woman will have an ironclad armor against any region's diseases.

Then, maybe that is irrelevant.

Woman's man

The reason I always say that I will judge a woman's choices in men by my own standards is that my standards and women's standards for what makes a man can be worlds apart.

I knew this guy, a big mouth Lothario; doing pretty well with the ladies.

To say the truth, am not sure if he was doing better than me, but he was doing better than 9 out of 10 guys out there.

One night, years ago, we were drinking with few guys. Some close friends, and a friend of a friend.

Changing place ,we were walking in the main street, the others twenty meters in the front, and me in the back with the drunk weightlifter.

Suddenly the guy turns on me and with fear in his eyes, goes

"You wanna kill me." and looks to his hand.

I go "What?"

"You wanna kill me." and again looks to his hand, sfter his eyes looked into mine for a moment, full of fear.

I look down, only to see a shining blade pointed to my midsection, not a centimeter away from me.

It takes a few minutes; I diffuse the situation, no blood spilled, no punches punched.

When I calm the guy down, when I am hundred percent sure I am safe for the timebeing, I go to my guys, as one of the guys knows this lifter better than I do, and he could keep him calm, till all settles.

So me and the lifter walk to the guys who were waiting for our chat to finish, not knowing about the knife pulled to my stomach.

I go up to my man, and tell him to talk down this lifter's fear, as he just pulled a knife on me for no reason. The other guys hear this,

My man goes to the lifter takes him to the side and calms him down, everything settles.

Only, I notice that at the moment I uttered the silent words "Yo, all ok now, but, your guy just pulled a knife on me", and the lifter was still five, ten meters in the back, the woman's man, our Lothario, was breaking the reconrds in the hundred meter dash.

I swear the guy covered fifty meters before I could finish my short sentence above.

I did not meet the guy again.

Back to the first sentence; what I call a scared piece of s#¤t was an attractive penis for quite many women.

That is why, I am the only one to decide if the guy she is/was with was a good choice or not.

Keeping it short 4 – If not you...

Young man,

You are seeing a girl.

She wants to go slow. 

If she is not f#¤king you, she's f#¤king someone else.

Because you are special.

Special. Sucker. The special sucker.

Wake up.


Unless she is a virgin,

9 out of 10, if not 9.9 out of 10, this is the case.

Keeping it (kinda) short 3: Definition of Average

Young man.

You will start to improve yourself, you will get better at what you want to get better at. You will start getting things you want to get. People will start to shame you. The will try to make you feel guilty.

Why? You will ask them,

They will tell you that you are better than the average, and the ones below the average are not living the life you are living.How come you can not feel for the lesser ones?

See, the definition of average - to be exact, median, but we keep with "average" - tells two things:


Half the people will be below average,


Half the people will be above average.


Unless we all become one and same, there will be an average,

You being above average is nothing to be guilty of.

Now go and enjoy the fruits of your sweat, patience and ambition, and maybe luck.

You owe nothing to noone.