I'm going to share with you a cautionary tale from my life.
I know a guy, we will call him Thom.
Thom, he was a legend. He fucked A LOT of girls. Way more than I did. A lot of the pussy I got, was residual pussy that was around from him. Meaning, he'd get a girl to come over, and tell that girl "bring a friend". And they did. So I'd meet friends of the girl that Thom was fucking. It happen like this over and over...bring a friend...bring a friend...bring a friend.
Thom had no problem fucking any chick. I'll be honest, he was reckless, eventually all this sex was going to catch up to him and he'd get something. Even I had limits...I'd indulge a little (have a girl)...then take some time off and leave strange pussy alone. Thom. He had no breaks...he kept going, even when I thought he was out of control.
He fucked them all...skanks...girls who had good career...factory haggard bitches, crazy chicks who liked to lick asshole. I was in awe and frightened for him.
I don't know how many girls he fucked..and even if I asked him he'd lie about the number. I know he started about age 15 and stopped at about age 24. In these 9~ years he lived a fast life. Everything you see in movies and a whole lot you dont because of legality. This man did everything, he has a enough wild stories...most of them no one would believe because they seem too far fetched.
One time. I watched him fuck a girl on an apartment balcony around midnight. I was about 1 foot away from him. I was talking to another good friend while it was happening. We were just chillen while Thom was fucking a girl like it wasn't nothing.
God we were so dumb back then.
His life accelerated my life because I was close to him. It was fun. But it was dangerous. I always thought one of us would catch something, but that's not how things would fall apart.
Remember, I said a few moments ago everything stopped around age 24. But it wasn't because he caught something, or got in a car crash, or died by gun violence.
Something happen, he had a mental break down and ended up in a psychiatric institution. I watched it all unfold. It was sad to see. He spent about 7 months there. He got out and tried to get on with his life, but he was never the same.
Now here's the tragic part about all the wild sex he had.
Yes he fucked a lot of girls, yes he did those things most men dream about. But in all the sex THERE WAS ONE MASSIVE OVER SIGHT.
Remember, he fucked them all, skanks, good girls, et al. He passed up some very worthwhile long term women who genuinely liked him. And this is the crucial mistake he made.
All the pussy was really the chance to find the right one, the one who'd stick by your side, the one who'd love you forever, the one who'd make a good wife.
There was one girl, one he SHOULDN'T have played to the side. She was beautiful, she was a college graduate, she ended up getting into the broadcast field. She was every reason for him to STOP with the pussy quest. In the end, he fucked her and went on to the next girl.
And when the party was over, he was alone, no faithful woman to help him in his time of need. No one to watch him at his weakest.
All the pussy was really the opportunity to find the right one. He had a thousand chances, and a few girls who were really worth stopping for.
There is a reason I know he doesn't like to talk about all that fucking. Because he doesn't want to talk about the mistake of what he did. He knows I see it. I know he's hurting because of it. But there is no going back.
You don't have to believe me that a good wife, house and kids is better than wild sex in your 20's. You will find your own answers. But I know what I've seen. I know what happen. And I see how things can go wrong living that life.
I could flood this thread with stories from the city, stories from the bar, stories from wild saturday nights. Stories of empty sex, rape, fights, period blood. I could tell a ton of cautionary stories. But every man has to find answers for themselves. I found my own answers, and they tell me 'the sex is over by morning and mostly empty'.