Getting Laid on Mondays…
It’s like receiving a gift and it’s not your birthday or Christmas.
What could be better than going out with a chick (or randomly meeting a chick) on a Monday, a Tuesday, or even a Wednesday? These are the quiet days. You usually go to bed and watch porn. You usually spend it watching Stallone movies with your friends. Getting laid on any of these days – but particularly on Monday – means that whatever happens for the rest of the week, whether you go and party your tits off, whether you spend the rest of the week eating lunch with your aunties and uncles, you still had a fucking great week. Shit, visit your grandmother. You’ve been blessed.
Aside: If you’re married or have a girlfriend, this chapter doesn’t apply to you. Nobody cares if you got laid on Monday. In fact, nobody wants to hear about you fucking your girlfriend or wife, ever.
Keep it to yourself. Telling us about the sex you had with your wife or girlfriend is even less interesting than telling us about your last jerk-off session. Only new conquests need apply.
Aside aside: The only time your boys want to hear about you banging your wife or your girlfriend is when it is followed up by a “And then I went out that night and banged a random chick in her hotel room after drinks” or maybe your wife decided to bring a young girl she met at the grocery store home to cook you dinner and fuck all night. That would be acceptable.
Once you’ve gotten laid on Monday, you can relax. Kick back and know that you have done everything you needed to do this week. Even better, never call her again, and whatever you do, don’t give her your business card. She should remain a piece of fortuitous pussy, a fond memory, a symbol of everything that is good and uncomplicated. Don’t look gift pussy in the mouth.
Advice: If your friends ask you to go out for drinks on a Monday night, say “Yes”.
You just never know what might happen. Watching movies the following Friday night has never been more relaxing.
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This must be an excuse developed by female psychologists, because as educated and rational as they may be, they don’t have a pig hanging between their legs and thus still, secretly or not, dream of a safe, Utopian relationship with a kind-hearted, loving man. And so they have to rationalize the inevitable: after a few months, that kind-hearted, loving man doesn’t want to fuck anymore. And so they ask themselves, “What caused him to lose his sex drive?” Are you stupid, woman? You clearly let yourself go and/or just got boring! Shed some poundage and break out some new moves.
Aside: Look at it like this. How much do you love steak? A nice thick, aged juicy piece of steak? Fucking delicious right? Right! But there is no way in hell that you could eat that exact same piece of meat every single night of the week and still enjoy it as much as you would if you had it once a week. Yes, the second of the week is still good, and the third…well by then we are just eating it so that we don’t have to explain why we lost our Steak Drive.
Apparently she was taken back by my brazen move and introduced herself as Anya and her friend Alinee.
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