Tales from the Crypt: The Aging Player

Professor Mentu in 2030

I’m in my mid-thirties, and am often told by my mother and sisters “You can’t do this forever.” My standard reply is “Do what?” which usually causes them to pull up a chair and start listing the gender crimes I perpetrate on a daily basis (they give me much more player credit than I deserve). My mother seems to think it’s my God-given moral and ethical duty to take some used up cunt off the market and give purpose to her few remaining and swiftly degrading eggs, but I let her get by with her meddling because, well, she’s my mother and I know she means well.

But at times even I wonder if I can do this forever. When I look back on my “love” life, I think I’ve had a pretty good run so far. I’ve banged my way through Arizona, California and Texas, and though a good amount (roughly 65%) of them were just “cute” or what I’d call a true HB5, there's been some rather stunning ones along the way and I've never once slept with a woman I’d be ashamed to go out with in public or post her pic here on this blog for your critique.

Yesterday on my drive home from work, I started comparing 2025 to the mid 90s with regards to game. I surprised myself a bit when I realized I only had three new lays in 2025. I started thinking “That can’t be right. Only three? Betas can accidentally stumble on more ass than that…”

But what I realized is, while I really did only get three new bangs in 2025, I slept with 11 different women. It seems yours truly has perfected the art of being the guy women call up for a grudge fuck the nanosecond their new boyfriend steps out of line. Even though my 2025 new bang rate would never earn me a player card in the manosphere, it was still a damn fine year for my dick and I’m not ashamed. In any given month, I'm with two or three different women I find attractive, and that's plenty for me.

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Here’s how my game and interaction with women has changed over the past 15 years or so as I’ve aged; a realization that the answer to my question is “yes” I can do this forever:

1. I just don’t work for it anymore. It’s not that I’m tired or giving up, it’s just that game has actually become a part of my personality. I even game girls I have no chance of banging (cashiers on duty at the airport in a city I don’t live in, etc.) To quote a married coworker, “You’re always ‘on’ but not in a bad or overbearing way. You’re a philanderer by nature, you sick bastard.”

2. Under no circumstances will I put up with a bitch. I don’t care if she’s an HB10 with a twin sister who wants to double-team me on video then bring me a steak; I will not spend one ounce of time on a total bitch. This is by far the biggest departure from my younger self. I swear to you on all things holy I will go home alone and jerk off to porn before I’ll wake up the next morning and share the air in my apartment with some mouthy-ass cunt. I simply do not have the constitution for it like I did when I was younger.

3. I do what I want, when I want, where I want, with whomever I want. This is probably the reason I only had three new lays last year. When pussy is there, I game it. When it’s not, I don’t go for a venue change. If I’m there to hang out with my married friends, eat chicken wings and listen to them bitch about their wives, that’s what I do and I don’t feel like I’m missing out.

4. Most of the time, just knowing I could bang her is enough. I can’t believe I just admitted that, because I know for a fact that 22 year old me would kick my ass for saying such nonsense. I can’t even count the times I gamed a girl, got a kiss and a number, and then ditched her ass to shoot a hot load in a 24 year old brunette who just happened to text me at the right time. Part of the reason for this may be laziness on my part, but to me, fucking a girl I haven’t seen in three months who I can raw dog and not worry too much about a pregnancy is way better than risking catching some shit that won’t wash off from a girl who’s no better looking or exciting to be with. On that note…

5. I work in the medical field, which gives me a new perspective on “dirty.” I’m an executive administrator, not a Medical Doctor, but the stuff I’ve seen and heard about from my OB/GYN coworkers scares the living shit out of me. I’m talking about white upper middle class and even wealthy Christian girls with genital and anal warts, HIV, persistent bacterial vaginosis, molluscum contagiosum, and a host of other things I’d rather not have growing on my cock.

6. I have mastered harem management. The younger me would never sit on a couch and listen to a woman ramble on about her relationship woes, but older me will show up around 7 pm for a home cooked dinner, listen to her whine about the man she’s currently dating (yeah, I said currently dating), blame all of her woes on him, help her rationalize away what she’s about to do, get laid, watch TV, get laid again, then go home and fall asleep in my own bed. Rinse and repeat. If I’m in Houston, San Antonio, Austin, Dallas or Abilene, all I have to do is send two texts – three at the most – to a few different women and my sexual needs will be met.

7. I’ve lost the hatred for women that once drove me to study game. More of them than you could ever imagine, and more of them than will ever admit to it, are sad. The happier they seem and the stronger they act, the sadder they are. The government really needs to start putting Prozac in the water. And no, I'm not just talking about the low self esteem or mentally troubled chicks, I'm talking about the vast majority of unmarried women over the age of 25.

8. I double-dog dare you to find a woman (in the past five years) who has anything but good to say about me. I've figured out a way to make them think I’m sad too; a lonely maverick longing for the woman who can awaken within him the ability to love and to care. Yeah, it’s a first-class mindfuck, but they like it that way; makes them feel like less of a whore when they swallow.

9. Regardless of what 6, 7, and 8 lead you to believe, I bang a much higher class of women than I once did. I’d say 90% of the women I’ve been with in the past 5 years have a Master’s degree or higher, and I’ve banged more second and third year med students than I can count. Yeah, a stripper made the list late last year, but that was a fluke and I didn't know she was a stripper when I met her. Oh, and just in case you’re wondering, yes, smart women are just as dumb as dumb women.

10. I’m a cheap motherfucker and a generous man. I’ll go for months and not spend a dime on the women I’m banging, then turn around and decide to take one of them with me to a medical conference in Santa Fe complete with upgraded executive suites, spa days for her while I’m in session, and three or four days of wining and dining. I never do this with a new girl, but once she’s put out consistently (between boyfriends of course... well, for the most part anyway) for a year or two, I’ll take her with me because I enjoy having a companion. It also helps me socialize with other medical professionals when I’m standing there with a woman 10 years my junior who looks like a million bucks.

So that’s how my game life has changed over the past several years. It’s not really slowing down, but it has certainly changed quite a bit. I'm sure 10 years from now I’ll see a shrinking of the harem to two or three girls in their early 30s who need a sponsor after their first divorce; I’m not looking forward to it at all, but it’s better than the marriage alternative.

This post was not meant to offer advice to younger players, but rather to offer encouragement. Things won’t be so bad 10 or 15 years from now if you stay in shape, earn a decent living, and keep working at your game until it is goes beyond something you do and becomes a part of who you are.