There was a time that I believed that my lack of “whoredom”, (meaning my very few amount of lovers) made me a loser. I looked at my friends and aquantances and saw how they dated, mated, and rated … so to speak. And while that’s not a lifestyle I choose, I often wondered if I was missing the boat somehow. I wondered if their freedom and lack of boundaries was really a result of shimmering confidence. Because, come on. You really have to be pretty secure in yourself to put it all out there. Right? (Right?) Let’s face it: time marches on and waits for no man. I was in my thirties and my (well meaning) friends (who tried to turn me into a whore) kept reminding me that I was not getting any younger, (thanks, guys) that I was going to lose my looks, (awesome) that men aren’t attracted to mothers (strike one) who have no lives outside of their children (strike two) and who don’t have a certain number of lovers by a certain age (strike three) because it says they are somehow undesired by other men. (and there’s the killing shot. This was fun.)

Years later, here I am, (still not a whore) and I have found myself with a full prescription of Red Pills. One day, I asked John, “So wait, men prefere women who have had several men, because otherwise it means they are undesirable to other men?” John looked over at me from the couch and said, “Where’d you hear that?” From upstairs, Glen calls out, “Nobody wants a girl with the Thousand Cock Stare.” “Nope.” John responded. “What is … what is it? The what?” I queried. “Thousand Cock Stare,” Glen said as he came downstairs and strolled past us, tossing his phone on the coffee table. “No way,” he finished. “Nope,” John said again. “Well what is it? Do I have it?” I asked. John chuckled. “Am I with you?” “Yeah … ” “Then obviously you don’t have it.” “Well, what IS it?” I asked. Glen came back in and sat on the ottoman, and bent over to tie his shoes, turning his head toward me. “The Thousand Cock Stare is that glazed over look that certain women have, you know, when they’ve had a lot of men. They’re emotionally vacant. Empty. They’re unphased and absolutely not girlfriend or wife material. When they smile, their eyes are dead. They’ve had too many men. It’s tangible. And it shows up when they try to talk to a guy in a bar or wherever. She’s also very often, if not usually, a gold digger or looking for a sugar daddy.” “You have friends with it,” John said. “No I don’t … oh … wait. Hmm.” I realized that I do have friends with it. And, sadly, they have had lots of men and it really has changed them. It made me sad. “Wait a minute,” I said. “That’s pretty unfair, you guys.” Glen and John responded simultaneously: “No it’s not,” “Why is it unfair?” “Well, hold on,” I said. “Men don’t want a girl who’s slept with too many guys,” “Noooo we don’t,” ” … but men will contribute to her number, you know, screw her or as that guy on Red Pill forum said, ‘Pump and Dump’, having sex with her but then essentially punishing her for having had too many men. See? Right? So they’ll add to her number since they don’t want her anyway? That’s terrible. I mean, come on.” Glen stood up, and in his characteristic way, tilted his head, raised his eyebrows and began twisting his wedding ring around his finger. He shook his head and said, “But Shannon, listen. It takes a certain kind of woman to reach that status. Nobody wakes up one day with it,” I didn’t like this. I mean, seriously. “Glen, come on,” and with a shrug, he said, ” … see, just because a dude asks her to come to bed with him, doesn’t mean she has to.”

Red Pill, down the hatch.

“Shannon,” John spoke and he laid his hand on my leg. I felt the weight and warmth of his hand, and I was glad to have him, to be near him. I truly adore him, and in light of this conversation, I felt sort of guilty that I did have him. Because it was sheer luck, at all. “You don’t have the Thousand Cock Stare because you decided not to. That’s really all there is to it.” Well that is true, and I have definitely had opportunity. But is that fair? Don’t circumstances sort of dictate how we respond? Don’t these girls have a story? What made them that way?

So I said just that, and Glen said with a short laugh, “Well, that’s a whole other issue right there. Rule … of … thumb. NEVER date … ” and the two of them finished the sentence together, “a girl with Daddy Issues.” “What?” I said. God almighty, is there an end to this?? “Women with Daddy Issues are absolutely 100% undatable. Period.” Glen said, as he walked out of the room. I looked at John. “Period, period.” He confirmed .

Women with Daddy Issues are undatable? Why?

This is The Red Pill. … to be continued …