Younger Women Are More Fun
Gentlemen,
In this post, I’m going to call bullshit on a common Red Pill commandment, discuss my experiences, and caution other men to take everything they read and hear with a grain of salt.
The purpose of my life is to help other men live the most fulfilling lives possible.
The common thought in Red Pill spaces is that men reach their peak sexual marketplace value (SMV) in their mid to late 30s.
I had my 38th birthday just a few days ago, and so I feel uniquely qualified to discuss this with other men in the Solitary Beast community.
Many creators in the Manosphere speak to this, but I’ll credit Rollo Tomassi, and The Rational Male book on being the origin of this precept.
Within the Red Pill/ PUA/ Manosphere, we are told that a man’s peak SMV is mid-30s.
At that time, a man (that has invested in himself) can look forward to beautiful women throwing themselves at him.
This belief is used as encouragement to younger men, who are experiencing the most difficult time in their lives in terms of SMV.
Without the confidence, money, and status that attracts women, young men must helplessly watch as their most desirable peers chase successful, older men.
At 38, I did everything Rollo said I should do:
I’m lean, muscular, and have visible abs.
I own a successful business, my own home, and have no credit card or student loan debt.
I mastered “game” and consider myself good with women.
I can get laid when I want, however, it’s not as much fun as it would have been in my 20s.
Women aren’t as attractive as they were when I was younger, and they are entering the relationship with an agenda.
Dating In My 20s
I dated/ got laid/ etc in my 20s.
I was in the military, and traveled all over the world.
I had beautiful girlfriends of all different ages and ethnicities: a tall blonde from Sweden, petite Portugese woman, I was even a third to a Dutch lesbian couple.
I didn’t know what I was doing with women, but I got lucky through trial and error, and sheer willpower to talk to enough women until one would give me her number, go on a date, and eventually sleep with me.
Back then, everything was just FUN.
There was no serious talk about long term plans, commitment, or moving in.
If a woman and I liked each other, we spent time together, with no agenda.
Dating In Your 30s
At this point, women are playing a game of musical chairs.
Women understand that the older they get, the fewer eligible men will be willing to buy what she’s selling. All women know a bitter old, single woman who waited too long, and aged out of the dating pool, left to die alone.
This scares the shit out of them.
Terrified, they race the clock to find a man to rope into commitment, cohabitation, and marriage.
You’ll see many 30+ women on dating apps proclaiming they’re:
“Looking for a real relationship”
“Done with the games”
and,
“I’ve had my fun now I’m ready to settle down”
It’s hilarious that women think any of that sounds appealing to men.
Nobody has ever told women that men don’t exist just to serve THEIR imperatives, to their own peril.
Contrast the demands for instant commitment with the excitement of taking a young, sexy woman to a backseat, under the bleachers, or back to your hotel room on Spring Break in carefree days of high school and young 20s.
A woman’s early to mid-20s are the best time you can have with her, in my opinion.
After that, women instinctively understand that the clock is ticking. They know their time is running out, in terms of marriage, children, and a family. They no longer select men out of pure lust, like the men they fucked at the college party when they were 21.
Getting “Vetted”
The women I deal with will fuck me enthusiastically, but I always feel they have one eye open, “vetting” me for potential as a provider for all their Disney princess dreams.
I invited a woman over for Netflix and Chill on our first date.
She was a sexy, fit Black woman (statistically rare) with a runner’s body and a shapely Georgia peach on her rear end.
She had just turned 30: smooth, perfect chocolate skin, full lips, and curvy hips that Black women are known for. I fucked her within an hour of her showing up at the front door.
Prior to bringing her to my bedroom, we chatted on the couch before I made my move.
I fed my dog a treat, then pulled a blanket over him on his dog bed.
“You’d be a good father…”, she mused, as she watched me dote on my old dog.
Her FIRST time at my house, and was she ALREADY talking about raising children.
I deflected with a textbook CNF (Cocky and Funny) comment, then returned to the couch to pull her close, palming her voluptuous ass, bringing her soft chocolate body next to mine. She made other observations while we half-watched a movie on my big flat screen.
She was impressed at how clean my house is, she liked the way I decorated (despite living as a bachelor, I have plants, art, and books in my cozy living space).
An hour later, I was fucking her in my bed.
We pillow talked a little after, playfully teasing each other.
After she left, I had an annoying feeling that she was evaluating me, and probably drawing conclusions about my prospective finances, credit score, and employment.
So as I said, even though she gave up the pussy, I started to wonder if she fucked me more because of what she imagined I can do for her, rather than just being attracted to me as an individual.
In Conclusion
I’m writing this to advise younger men to not just sit out your 20s, and wait to peak at 35. Frankly, you NEED the experiences and failures of your younger years to be the mature version of you that is confident, great in bed, and good with women.
You have your best years to look forward to, if and ONLY IF you are able to stay in shape, build financial success, and grow as a man into a better version of yourself.
Best wishes
Solitary Beast