The “Evil’s Of A High Notch Count.”

It’s not actually “Satanic.” I just like blondes and pentagrams.

No one has ever lamented having had too much sex.” – @RuleZeroDAD

It’s true. I’ve never met anyone that has actually complained that they have had too much sex. I get plenty and from a variety of different women and I still want more. That’s how I’m built and how I roll. If you are honest with yourself, wouldn’t you rather being fucking instead of reading this blog post? I know I would.

But here we are. You are reading, and I was writing this at some point, and to be honest, getting a blow job or fucking while writing is incredibly distracting, at least to me.

Why am I writing about this? Well, Chest Rockwell’s (RuleZeroDAD) quote reminded me of something I read a while back. There is another account of Twitter that knows his shit when it comes to how to dress. The guy is a professional when it comes to men’s attire. Hell, he wrote a book on it that I actually own and if you were to ask me for wardrobe advice, I would recommend this guy, hands down.

But…

His religion tends to get in the way when it comes to… Other things.

Like “the evil’s of a high notch count.” I wish I could remember the exact tweet he made a while back, but it was something about having a “high notch count” is somehow bad. Dude, sit down and stay in your own lane.

I have yet to meet a guy who has told me, “Goddammit Rob, I wish I didn’t have such a high notch count.” Or “I wish I didn’t have as much sex as I have had.” If and when the day comes that I actually meet a guy who has a higher notch count than me, or has had way more sex than I have had, and he wants to extol the negative side of this activity, I’ll actually sit down and pay attention. Seriously, if there’s a “downside” to having “too much sex,” I would like to know what it is. I haven’t found it yet. And I have yet to meet a guy who wishes he didn’t get laid as often as he has.

Personally, I think the whole, “evil’s of a high notch count” thing that you hear about occasionally is a cope. It’s a cope from a guy who hasn’t been laid enough and doesn’t have the opportunity to get laid more than he has. It’s the married guy who is tired of fucking the same woman over and over again because she either let herself go, or he craves actual variety, not just a wig and change in costume or makeup, or he just has no options and has gone “sour grapes” about the whole thing. Note that I didn’t say that you can’t enjoy fucking the same woman over and over for years. I’m not talking about that guy. He’s not complaining about the “evil’s of a high notch count,” and he’s not complaining about his sex life in general.

If you see or hear some person, usually a guy, extolling the “virtues” of a low notch count for a man, beware. You’re about to be sold a pitch. Jesus or some other religious figure isn’t too far behind. Realize that not only is Jesus not too far behind, but the guy extolling the “low notch count way of life” probably hasn’t had too many options in his life and won’t have any more options in the near future. Do you really want to be listening to such an individual? I don’t.

I would rather listen to someone who has done better than me. There’s more experience there to learn from. Choose carefully who you decide to read and to listen to. Be careful what you fill your head up with. Is it getting you more of what you actually want? Or is it getting you further away from what you actually want?

The Forgotten Man

I happened across a book at the grocery store that I was servicing on Friday, and the book was titled, “The Woman In The Window.” I don’t know who the author is, nor do I care. I have no idea what the book is about either. This isn’t a book review. All I know is that the title and the cover art caught my eye.

When there is a woman standing in a window, like there was on the cover of the book, people are going to notice. People always notice women in windows. “Oh she’s lonely! Oh she’s been kidnapped and held against her will! Oh she’s…..” You get what I saying.

Whenever there is a woman in a window, even in silhouette, or even just barely a glimpse of a face, she will be noticed. She will be noticed by someone. Whether a cop on a beat, a detective looking to solve a mystery, some kids out riding their bikes, or Karen across the street looking for predators, that woman in the window will be noticed.

Who doesn’t get noticed though?

Most men.

Men are the forgotten ones. They are invisible until they are needed. I’m not complaining or crying about it, it’s just the truth.

I go from job to job, 10 hours a day, and I’m almost never noticed. In fact, I tend to startle people because they didn’t see me until I am literally right next to them. I guess it’s a good thing for them that I mean no harm or ill intent, because if I did, it would be too late for them to do anything about it.

In a Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley, there are several classes of citizens. The most numerous and the one that is invisible and forgotten is the Epsilon class. These are the gardeners, the custodial staff, the power line workers, the trash collectors, the busboys, the miners, and the sewage treatment facility workers. These are the personnel that keep the world turning and keep the electricity flowing. Without them, everything grinds to a halt.

This is the great majority of men. Keeping the world turning, the oil flowing, the electricity on, the water going, and the internet on which you are reading this, and posting your latest selfie.

Without these men, you would be sitting in the dark, have no clean water to drink or bathe in, no internet to entertain yourself on, no heat to keep you warm in the winter and no air conditioning to keep you cool in the summer.

These men, these Epsilon’s of today are the unseen, unspoken, Forgotten Men. They are invisible to all until they are needed.

I’ve learned what it is like to be Unseen and Forgotten. It’s not a fun experience. It makes you question yourself, and ask yourself things like, “Do I even matter? What’s the point of life? Is my existence simply to show up, shut up, pay my taxes, and do what I’m told? Is my existence simply to be at the service of someone else? Someone else who doesn’t even know I exist, until they need me for something?”

We all want to be seen and heard. We all want to be noticed. We all want to matter. We all want to have a reason to live and exist and it can’t just be about living to serve and to pay taxes until we die. We don’t want to be Forgotten.

We want to be Remembered.

If we will be only seen when needed, how long will it take for us to decide to, say, not show up for work and keep the lights on? Or pick up your trash? Or keep the water running? How long can you last without your creature comforts and your internet before you need us? A week? A day?

An hour?

Less?

I wonder who will write the next book titled The Woman In The Window? I know I’ve seen that title before.

But who will truly write The Forgotten Man?

Are They Banging?

A few days ago, Rollo was out and about with some people and he took the above picture and then asked Twitter, “Are they banging?” He’s referring to the woman and the man in the background in case there is any wonder or confusion.

I’ve seen guys over the years post pictures similar to this one, asking questions like:

“Is this alpha? Is this beta? Are they a couple? What do you think is going on here?” And many more.

Let’s take a look at some of the replies to this tweet:

And the list goes on and on and on… Lots of “Yes they are banging,” and a lot of “No, they aren’t.” Lot of why the person replying thinks they are banging or not. On Twitter, everybody is a fucking expert when it comes to body language and motive.

There was one reply in particular that really stood out to me though, and I think it is by far the most accurate one of them all:

“We don’t know.”

That’s right, we don’t know. We don’t know if they are banging or not. Maybe this is a father/daughter moment.

And when it comes to her legs being crossed:

Women are incredibly aware of their surroundings. She’s wearing a short skirt, for whatever reason. Maybe she just likes short skirts? She’s sitting on a tall chair at a tall table, her entire body is exposed to the world. Women know when they are wearing something that could reveal the color of their underwear, or the fact that they aren’t wearing any at all.

While we are playing amateur psychologist/psychic, let’s talk about something some of the replies are showing. Projection.

Good grief.

“Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one. Your table is ready.”

And to round it out, a woman decided to join in on the fun as well. I happen to like her reply:

The honest to god truth to Rollo’s question is: “We don’t know.” We don’t know if they are banging or not. This is a snapshot of a moment in time. We know nothing about this couple other than they are most likely a man and a woman.

If we are going to be honest, we need more information. Was Rollo there before they showed up? Did they leave before he did? Only Rollo can answer those questions. It would have been better to have video footage of this scene to come to a better conclusion. It would have been ideal to have filmed them from the time they entered and sat down to the time they got up and left. It would have been better to have overheard their conversation. Hell, it would have been great if Rollo had gotten up, walked over to them and asked them, “Are you guys banging?” I imagine that he didn’t.

I don’t mind these tweets when they pop up and sometimes it’s blatantly obvious if the people in the photo “are banging” or not. But in this particular case, as with the great majority of the ones that I have seen on Twitter, the only honest answer is, “We don’t know.”

Guys, realize that a picture is just that. A picture. It’s a brief moment in time that happened to be captured. By itself it is useless. You need more information and you need more context. Stop playing amateur armchair psychologist. Stop pretending that you truly understand body language. Just because a person folds their arms or crosses their legs doesn’t mean anything by itself. Stop reading into things that you know nothing about. Unless you were there, watching and talking to the people in the photo, you really have no idea of what is going on. Not even an “educated guess.” Just pulling shit right out of your ass is all you are doing. You need the context and you need more information. All you end up doing in cases like this is you look like an idiot.

While these photos and short snippets of video are fun to look at, that’s all they are. Fun, and nothing more. Keep that in mind.

Let me show you one last photo and ask you the same question that Rollo did.

“Are they banging?”

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