So /u/thedeti has a wonderful thread over on the PillsCollide subreddit in which he describes the various ways promiscuity is particularly damaging to women. It's a fantastic post and a great read.

I wanted to highlight my addition to his post, and use it as my periodic reminder to be wary of Epiphany Phase women. These women can be some of the best lays you will ever have in your life, because, well, practice does make perfect, and when it comes to creating a blowjob Picasso or a doggystyle Rembrandt, some of these women could hang their talents in the Smithsonian.

But you have to be very, very careful with women in this age range, because you simply have no idea what their hamsters are capable of when it comes to their every increasing desire to secure commitment from a high-value man like yourself. Some will use rationalizing, some will use guilt trips, some will use "where is this relationship going" shit tests.

But others, and they are by no means a minor threat, will use the mack-daddy shit test of them all: She will get pregnant with your baby. She will tell you she can't use condoms because of a latex allergy. She will tell you that she is on birth control and they are unnecessary. And lets face it, barebacking feels so much better than condom sex.

But relent not in the face of pussy delirium, gentlemen. Come with me as I take you on a journey through the Cock Carousel Twilight Zone, and show you just how easy it can be to become the victim of the 18 Year Annuity Payment that is a womb turd...

So after 7 or 8 years on the Cock Carousel of "having her fun", "exploring her sexuality", and finding out "what she likes" (read: anal/gangbangs/DP), the woman begins to feel a sense of panic about the fast approaching wall. Years of late night partying, drinking, and Starbucks lattes have done her looks and figure no favors, and she begins to experience the ever growing realization that her looks, and therefore her ability to get Chads into bed, are fading, and fading fast.

But the idea of "settling" (read: marrying a wealthy but nerdy accountant) is still very repulsive to her. She just has to get a Chad to marry her, and it has to happen soon. This carousel just keeps spinning, and she's running out of carnival tickets.

So what's the fastest way to secure a Chad, she thinks to herself? GOT IT!!! I'll have his baby!!! So with the next Thundercock she hops on, she shows him her little wheel of spent/empty birth control pills, to demonstrate that she is on BC, and no need to bother with silly condoms, because she's "not that kind of girl" anyways.

And just like she planned, next months period never happens. She breaks this wonderful news to Chad, confident that he will be oh so excited to be a proud daddy, and that they should probably get married now because it's "the right thing to do."

But then Chad hits her with a surprise: just like her periods disappeared 9 months earlier, Chad has also now disappeared like a fart in the wind. Oh, he'll pay his child support, or at least just enough to stay out of jail. But the idea of marrying some 6/10 slut who gave it up to him on the first date? Please.

So here she is, a single mother. Another red, white, and blue All-American statistic. And now, there is even a percentage of betas who would never commit to her, much less an Alpha Chad. She has no idea how many men click right past her OKC profile at the very sight of the words "has kids at home".

Commitment? Please. She's not even a good plate candidate now, because who has the time to work around babysitter schedules? No, her romantic prospects are now limited to the most beta of betas, the willing cuckolds. She will hold her nose while she fucks him, and fake a big smile when she says "I do", right after her little bastard spawn carries the wedding ring on a pillow up to the altar.

But that's OK honey. Get out there and "have your fun".

I know the context sort of doesn't make sense because the original discussion was on the damages promiscuous women face. But my lesson today is to never become "that guy" who gets hoodwinked.

"I know JP, I'm not a fucking idiot, I always wrap it bro!", you say as you scoff at this obviously obvious advice.

But bear in mind that pussy is a hell of a drug, and after 34 years on this planet, I have personally seen some of the most alpha-mindset, intelligent, logical men get roped in by what he thought was some magical unicorn pussy. Don't be that guy.

That's the end of this public service announcement, I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming of lifting, game, and self-improvement.