This is the next installment of the book I never published regarding my history with women and the lessons I learned from it. If you haven’t yet, you should read parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 11, 12, 13, 14 and 15 before you read the article below, so you can be up to speed on where the story picks up. Everything below is all 100% true to the best of my memory, journals, and spreadsheet records, though all the names of the people described have been changed.
We last left off about ten years ago, in May of 2009, when I finally achieved my goal of having four women on rotation at the same time…
I had done it. At age 37, just two years after my divorce, I was finally living my dream. I had both dating skills and non-monogamous relationship management skills pretty much in the bag. I had four solid, reliable women on rotation, all of whom were attractive and young, relatively easy to acquire, all of whom I really liked, and all of whom I saw regularly.
Darci – Blonde 23-year-old FB college student I saw about twice a month.
Emma – Physically fit 25-year-old single mother MLTR I saw about three times a month.
HBM – 19-year-old inexperienced Asian FB I saw every week who also cleaned my entire house when she came over.
Sadie– Highly intelligent blonde Russian MLTR, age 23, I saw two to three times per month.
This is when shit really started to get insane. I was frequently seeing four women at the same time plus I was still bringing in new women.
Why? Because I was a maniac back in 2009. After a lifetime of being a beta, finally obtaining this magical power of being able to use online dating to bring in new, hot, younger women, quickly and easily for virtually zero money, whenever I wanted, and be able to date many of them at once without having to promise any of them monogamy…
…it was just so new and god damn wonderful that it started going to my head. I started having weeks where I would have sex with three, four, sometimes even five different women in one week. I started having days where I had sex with two women in one day (and later, three women in one day). Some of the women I started to trust and I stopped using condoms with those.
This was on top of me hitting the dating sites and scheduling new women via first and second dates. I wanted more, more, more!
It was insane.
I was having a fantastic time, but I was also extremely out of balance. I started to gain weight (and none of my women seemed to care; some even hinted that they preferred it). I cut back on my work hours for the first time in my entire life. My business suffered even worse in 2009 than in late 2008 when the crash occurred. Just about every part of my life started to suffer except my woman life, which was rocketing into the stratosphere, ever higher, every month. I didn’t care about anything else.
As always, LSNFTE eventually started to occur. Emma was the first. After just a few months of starting to see Emma, I went out on a first date with a hot blonde Dominant I’ll call Shelly. I had already engaged in several longer IM conversations with Shelly before the first date, which was an exception to the rule, so she already knew about my multiple-women lifestyle. She had no problem with it, but she was a Dominant and wanted to throw her authority around a little bit.
So, the day after the first date she went right to my personal Facebook page and plastered a sexy pic of herself with the message “Hey Caleb! Thanks for the great date last night!”
Great social proof for me, but a little too blunt, and she knew it.
Later that day Emma sent me text asking who “that girl was” on my Facebook page. She was polite and not angry; she just asked. I don’t remember what I said but I blew it off. We had a brief conversation about something else, and then as of the next day, boom, she was gone. She ghosted me and stopped responding to my texts.
Sadly, Emma then made a terrible mistake. I’ve mentioned this story before. In her anger, she immediately went to a dating site (I think she used Match.com), found some random guy, went out on a long first date with him involving dinner and drinks, got really drunk with him, went back to his place, and had unprotected drunk sex with him.
Two days later, her vagina started bleeding and she started throwing up.
She went to the doctor and they gave her the bad news. The guy had given her Herpes II, the bad one with no cure.
She confronted him over texts. He played dumb, they argued, and he blocked her number.
She suffered through her initial outbreak and went into a deep depression for several weeks.
A few weeks later I sent her one of my resurrection messages over Facebook (she had never blocked me or anything like that), and she responded with some sad messages about how “reckless” and “stupid” she had been, how she shouldn’t have reacted that way since I had always been honest with her about me dating other women (which was true, of course), and how she was “tainted goods” and how “no man would ever want her now” because of her disease. (She had no idea how wrong she was; men will eagerly take anything, but I’m jumping ahead in the story; more on that later.)
Although everything she did was her fault (you don’t have unprotected sex with a random stranger on a first date while drunk; Jesus!), I still cared about her and felt sorry for her. I told her that I couldn’t have sex with her but if she wanted to come over and just talk, I would be okay with that. She did so, and one afternoon we just talked on the couch and I held her as she cried.
There’s much more to her story, but it all happens years down the road. More on that later.
Be Alpha but be nice. Don’t take women’s crap, and never hesitate to soft next them when you need to, but also treat them with affection and kindness. These things are not mutually exclusive.
While all of this was happening, HBM and Sadie were getting more serious, both at the same time. HBM was only an FB, but she was so fun to be with and so drama-free that I started thinking about upgrading her to an actual MLTR. She was starting to learn to really like sex, and soon I had her orgasming for the first time in her life. Being a Filipino, the horniest women on Earth, her libido went on overdrive and we started having sex a lot. I still kept to the once-a-week rule but I greatly expanded the length of her meets. HBM was one of the few women from my entire history that had the same level of sex drive that I had. And she continued to clean my house.
We started going out to eat, and when I told her I didn’t want to pay for it, she started paying for it herself(!). That clinched it. I made her an MLTR around the end of the summer.
Sadie was already an MLTR, and we started getting really serious. She wanted to introduce me to her parents, and I very stupidly agreed, not knowing what a terrible idea that was.
Do NOT ever meet an FB’s or MLTR’s parents or other family members! That is classic boyfriend behavior that will backfire on you fast.
Like a total dumbass, I went over and met Sadie’s parents. Little did I know how badly that compromised my Alpha Male 2.0 EFA, but I wouldn’t realize just how much until several weeks later.
While at her parent’s house, Sadie excitedly introduced me to her extremely Russian mom and dad. Her dad just grunted at me while her extremely dominant mother drilled me with non-stop questions, though politely, about what I did for a living. It was a pleasant evening. Sadie was very excited. I had given her a taste of Disney; something I should not have done.
A few weeks later, HBM worriedly told me that her period was late. I explained to her that she wasn’t pregnant because we were using condoms, at least putting them on halfway into sexual activity. As always, I was extremely careful with condom usage. The possibility of getting a woman pregnant absolutely terrified me, far more than getting an STD. My experience with Selina had scared the crap out of me (though of course I wasn’t the father) and I wasn’t about to repeat that experience again if I could help it.
I knew HBM wasn’t pregnant because I was extremely careful, and I knew she wasn’t having sex with anyone else. She was too nervous and inexperienced for that, though that would dramatically change about a year or two later.
This was just a case of a very young, inexperienced woman not being accustomed to having sex or to her own body yet. Regardless, she was still very nervous.
No problem. I just walked her over to my bathroom and immediately whipped out one several pregnancy tests. I walk my talk; I always have pregnancy tests in my bathroom for just these occasions.
Always have at least two different brands of pregnancy tests, some small Dixie cups, and at least one morning after Plan B pill in your bathroom for emergencies or to calm down hysterical women.
I had her pee in a Dixie cup and used both pregnancy tests on her pee, right in front of her. She wasn’t pregnant, of course. She sighed with relief and I threw the pregnancy tests away, forgetting about it.
That is, until about a week later when Sadie came over for the evening. While going to the bathroom during that visit, she rummaged through my bathroom trash can, looking for evidence of other women (ah, Russian women). She knew I was seeing other women of course. As usual, I never hid what I was doing, I just didn’t verbalize any details.
At the bottom of the trash can (and yes, it really was at the bottom, you couldn’t see if you just glanced at it) she found one of the used pregnancy tests I had used on HBM a week before.
With a horrified look on her face, she emerged from the bathroom and said, “Caleb, I don’t mean to be a snoop,” which was of course a lie, “But I just saw a used pregnancy test in your trash can.”
I shrugged and said, “Yeah.”
She then unleashed Drama from Hell. She started screaming at me, insulting me, crying loudly (ah, Russian women) as if I had done something horrible, even though we clearly weren’t anything like girlfriend and boyfriend and only been seeing each other a few weeks while she knew I was still seeing other women.
However, some of this was my fault, since I had been stupid enough to meet her parents. Had I not done that; she likely would have reacted much less badly.
I simply told her that I don’t do drama. She then did what I train a lot of my women to do; she grabbed her phone, went out on my deck, shut the door, and started screaming about me to one of her beta male orbiters.
I shrugged and went back to work on my computer.
After about fifteen minutes she came back in. She wasn’t screaming anymore but she was still extremely upset. I asked her one of my soft next phrases: “Would you like me to take you home?” She thought for a minute and said, “Yes, I would.” I smiled and said, “Okay! Let’s go!”
I drove her home and said nothing to her during the trip, just listened to the radio. She asked me to drop her off at a cheap restaurant where one of her orbiters was going to meet her, and I did so. She left the car without incident. This began a very long soft next for Sadie, though not a complete LSNFTE. She would be back in a few weeks. (They always come back.)
While driving back home, I texted Darci to see if she was free. She was, so I had sex with her that evening instead.
It’s good to be an Alpha Male 2.0.
In the next installment, I add two more MLTRs into the mix, one of them very serious. Hell, why not?