Back again to biology basics. Younger girls = hotter.
This has been discussed endlessly in the Manosphere, and it’s a common argument to see a red-pilled guy being hated on by feminists for the way he coldly, and with no shame admits that he wants to date/fuck/marry younger girls. When I say younger, I mean…18. “The wall,” as it is so affectionately called, is generally used to describe the way that women have the shitty end of the stick when it comes to biology. I’ve discussed it when writing letters to my sister or to my female college friends.
As I mentioned in my last post, I spent this week traveling around the state and helping my little sister move into college. It’s only been four years since I moved into the dorms myself and was awestruck by all the pretty girls on campus, but this was an eye opener. Like it or not ladies, biology dictates this: at 18, you will be the hottest you’ll be in your life.
I was drawn to their radiant skin, youthful smiles, and tighter bodies. Shame me all you want. My biological urges don’t lie. Any man who tells you that he isn’t drawn to youthful beauty IS lying. Now, I’m not exactly old myself at 22 years of age. However, the difference between these 18 year old girls and the 22-24 year old girls I graduated college with less than a year ago is a night and day difference. Just looking back now, you can tell how much the girls at graduation had aged over the last several years. Too many nights getting hammered at fraternity houses, and not enoughtime spent at the gym and eating healthy will do that to anyone. Girls just have it a bit rougher.
Right now my harem currently consists of a 19 year old, 21 year old, and 25 year old. 25 is perfectly pleasant and the sex is great. However, she simply does not look as good as the 19 year old, everything else aside. The skin has lost it’s glamor, and the wall has begun.
I’m glad I get to look forward to my late 20s/early 30s as opposed to knowing that, from a sexual/relationship sense, 18 is the best I’d ever do.