Pussy.

The main and most important reason that men even speak to women,

is available for purchase in every city on Earth.

From Moscow to London,

Toyko to Lagos,

and every city, town, or village, on the planet:

A man with money can buy the affections of a beautiful woman, or several women, for as long as he wants: the evening, or for days at a time.

He can have whatever type of woman he likes, and do whatever he chooses for the right price:

blonde,

brunette,

redhead,

Latina,

short,

tall,

curvy- absolutely anything.

A man with a credit card can place an order for a woman as easy as as ordering a burrito at Chipotle.

Sex For Purchase

Years ago, I fulfilled my dream of traveling throughout Asia.

I lived in Ha Noi, Vietnam for over a year.

I loved every aspect of traveling:

experiencing new cultures, food, people, and languages.

I would walk out the door of my apartment in central Ha Noi, and be swept away by exotic colors, sounds, and smells of the historic Asian capital.

On a typical morning, I would start my day by venturing out for coffee and a bowl of traditional, spicy noodle soup, called pho, for breakfast.

In the humid mornings, barely awake, I would be approached by a young man before I had my first cup of cafe sua da, rich Vietnamese coffee.

“Hey mister!” he would call out to me, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “You like good time? Want to meet my sister?”

I would laugh and decline, eager to fill my grumbling stomach with a breakfast before heading to work teaching English classes.

I was 27 at the time.

A handsome, young American doesn’t need to buy sex in a country like Vietnam. Truth be told, a handsome 37 year old doesn’t need to buy sex in the US either.

Women of my generation believe that thot and “WAP” culture are “empowering”.

As such, the value of female intimacy has never been lower, in all of human history.

I invite women back to my house, and my bed, after a few rounds of drinks ($30- 40) and some charming, well rehearsed banter.

If they decline (which doesn’t happen often as I’ve gotten pretty good by now) no problem. I simply move down the list of messages to the next one that will.

(The key to sex on the first or second date, is filtering out women who aren’t interested in you, who will just waste your time and money. See my post "How I Get Laid On the Second Date").

Every morning, and every evening, as I moved about the city, the same thing. I would be approached by enterprising men, or women themselves, eager to trade affection for currency.

This got me thinking.

Women are available for purchase. Young, and not so young. Beautiful, and less beautiful.

Whether the price is cold hard cash, or time and dates, men can EASILY buy the sex they want.

But where can a woman purchase commitment she needs?

Anything That Can Be Bought Is Cheap

Earl Nightingale wrote “Things that can be purchased are actually quite cheap and can easily replaced.” It’s the things that can’t be bought that are priceless.

In the realm of dating and relationships, this is blatantly obvious.

Here in the US, a man can purchase a beautiful young woman for a few hundred dollars. He can have a different woman every night, if he can afford it.

A woman desperate for male commitment can only get that from a man willing to provide it, and nowhere else.

The only currency men will accept is youth, beauty, and femininity. None of which can be earned as easily as a man goes to work and receives payment from his clients or employer.

Who Is “The Prize”?

This argument rages on in certain sections of the internet, most of which I typically avoid.

It has an obvious answer. Only delusional feminists, who have been lied to their entire lives, even bother to dispute it.

A man can live forever, happily, on his own. He invests in his hobbies, fishing buddies, family members. He stops by the massage parlor on the industrial side of town when he feels the itch.

He has all the peace and quiet he needs.

Freedom is priceless.

-Solitary Beast