There’s a lot to be said for cutting out the middle man and getting straight to the point, and when it comes to dating women, that means learning how to get a sugar baby. I talk a lot on this blog about the principles of “game” and what it takes to convince the fairer sex that you’re the kind of dude they should want to spend their time with, and I do think it’s important for just about all guys to be familiar with those strategies. But sometimes you just want to sit back and let your money do the talking.
Looking back on human history, we’ve always had sex dolls. I mean, how could we not? Nothing on Earth is going to stop a teenage boy from getting it on with his pillow, and before pillows were invented, you just know those horny little caveteens were carving holes in whatever fruit had the softest, warmest pulp inside.
From there, it’s a small step to building vaguely human-shaped figures out of pillows or fruit, or whatever, and going to town on those. We’ve just been getting better and better at making these increasingly lifelike ever since, with the advent of currency certainly helping things along, because there is some serious money to be made in sex dolls. So much, in fact, that by today we are real good at making fake women.
It’s hard to imagine an anatomical issue that men get more energized, passionate, and anxious over than the size of their own penis. It’s a bit odd, if you think about it. Despite the fact that neither effort nor skill could possibly be factors in this equation, tremendous pride is derived from having a generous endowment below the belt.
Traditionally, picking up girls and hunting for a girlfriend have been about as easy and enjoyable as giving a lion a dental cleaning. You somehow gather courage from you know not where to approach your target, pour your most genuine effort into impressing her and getting her interested in you — and then, nineteen times out of twenty, experience the worst sinking feeling known to mankind as you realize she knows what you’re doing and couldn’t be less interested. It’s her rejection that’s responsible for your misery.
For better or worse, I find it reasonably obvious that full immersion virtual reality is the future of human sexuality. It isn’t going to happen overnight, and I don’t even think it’s going to happen over the next few years. Technologically, we just aren’t there yet. But we will be soon, probably sooner than most people think, and when we are, the upsides are hard to ignore.
Not having a girl is tough, man. I know, I’ve been there. You’re lonely, the only thing you want is not to be lonely, and yet you try and you try and meet nothing but failure. Then you get to go out, alone, and see all the happy couples around you, some of them hitting the PDA so hard, it would be classified as abuse, if PDA were a person. At times it can feel like the game is rigged against you, personally: why else would everyone else get to have a partner, while you don’t?