IF you think Tingles....

...is something a  carousel woman  can shake off once she's married or something she simply wants, then you don't get  Tingles .

Tingles are not something that is associated with a "phase" in a woman's life. What one must understand is that Lust to a woman takes on a different, more potent form than for men. It produces a rewards-cycle that is more permanent than anything man experiences. It produces dependence. Man lusts and either satisfies it and/or moves on. It is a temporary phenomenon. Sure when we were younger we had crushes but eventually the male mind gains dominance over his primal instincts and though the lust instinct is powerful, it is rarely durable.

In women, once she passes the  Rubicock threshold , she is off on the  Tingles  hunt. Tingles is a Drug. Make no mistake. With women, the Lust instinct with Alphas is not just powered by the Reproduction urge, but another key factor NOT experienced by men.  And that is the SURVIVAL instinct .



Taking Advantage
Social Basis of Human Behavior: Sex

Female Criteria

It's whatever she believes a man should be that will result in.... survival and ability to pass on its genes.



Women would secure their own survival by mating with the Alpha, assured of protection and resources (at least in the primitive world where social/physical dominance = access to resources). Women have not evolved. They are still stuck with a pre-civilization mind. The combination of the power of the Reproduction + Survival urge is what makes female alpha LUST a much more potent and durable draw for women.

Now the thing with drugs, is one should never begin (well beyond basic experimentation), because to develop a habit means at best, leaving with serious withdrawal symptoms. Enlivening neurotransmitters are released and the absence causes physical and emotional withdrawal. These symptoms will come. They are rarely avoidable. A serious drug user is always at risk of relapse. I am convinced these withdrawal symptoms from alpha cock remain in a woman for life ( Alpha Widow ).

Let me try to explain what the withdrawal symptoms feel like to a woman. They feel a lack of energy in its absence. A dullness. A deadness. A tedium that is intolerable. An emptiness. A drabness; a world of color becomes monochrome. A lack of thirst for life. A desperation. A strong feeling of unfulfilled urges. A contempt for her husband who in her eyes is a blocker towards her drug. A strong resentment towards the husband for being a poor substitute for her sexual cocaine. Anger. An envy of women still on the carousel; still getting their "fix". Anxiety, restlessness, fatigue insomnia, a feeling of social isolation, depression will now be regular fixtures in her life. This is what I want to emphasize -- it is not merely a want of the post-carousel woman to get back to sexual congress with Chad Thundercock.
So you see, Tingles after addiction is not a want. It is a NEED. It is a physical addiction, not merely psychological. Of course the two are fluid, given the psychosomatic nature of the human body. This is why marrying a post-carousel twat is Dangerous. You are in fact playing with fire. It would be like hiring a meth addict junkie as a business partner. The past is not the past; it is prologue and it is ACTIVE in her life today. She made a bad decision or 100 before with lasting effect. Drug addicts don't simply want their fix; they endure physical and mental hardship without it. She will cheat on you. She will hate you. She will always feel a powerful need to have the drug. She knows you are the reason she has to go without it.

Society used 101 techniques in the past to keep women from snorting Tingles because they knew its enduring effects on her. Today, society has failed. Religion has failed. Tradcons have failed.

Now some men wonder why their honeymoon is a bust. Shouldn't this be a special day where the man and woman express their affection for each other in celebration of the first day of their life together. But let's take a peek inside both their minds. The man is thinking, "I gave up every other woman on planet Earth to be with you. That's how much I love you." The regressed, feminist twat is thinking, "I had to be with you because you were the only one who stuck around and was willing to have kids with me and pay for them. I hate you for keeping me from what feels best; guzzling alpha love-glue". What is really happening is that the slut is experiencing the acute phase of withdrawal. The marriage is the recognition that her slut days are behind her. And unlike the male, she has no innate traits of mutualism and love for the other gender; so there is nothing to offset the loss. She will love her kids that follow but that love is reserved from them, not the sucker sperm donor and financial supporting dupe.

Thereafter, there is post-acute withdrawal. Let me quote from a drug-addiction site:

Post-acute withdrawal can be a trigger for relapse. You'll go for weeks without any withdrawal symptoms, and then one day you'll wake up and your withdrawal will hit you like a ton of bricks. You'll have slept badly. You'll be in a bad mood. Your energy will be low. And if you're not prepared for it, if you think that post-acute withdrawal only lasts for a few months, or if you think that you'll be different and it won't be as bad for you, then you'll get caught off guard.
By reading romance novels like Harlequin and watching shows like Girls (and well every other show on TV), and reading articles on polyamory and hearing about younger friends who are dating men they can no longer have, she is enticed towards relapse. Do you realize how this is a powderkeg; an explosion that can go off at any time? This is like a cokehead addict watching videos of coke parties. Modern culture is a non-stop invitation to get the fix and is inducement that will either entice the junkie to dip back into the slut lifestyle or trigger her withdrawal symptoms- feeling worse, more cranky, and more resentful towards her "hubbie".

For those women that bottle up their "habit" against all urgings,  all it takes is alcohol to free up her inhibitions; to forget what little devotion she has to her kids, to her husband, to her family . This is what happens when a habit is cultivated; it is a loaded gun. Women as mentioned have a stronger lust because its tied to survival, and women are more suggestible by the culture.

If you think I'm making this all up or this is conjecture,  see this story . It confirms almost everything I said.

I CHEATED: The Year I Cheated on My Husband With My Ex (My Brutally Honest Story)
All I know is, from the moment that text hit my phone, I’ve made the worst decisions that led to some of the best moments of my life.

by Kari Dimmick

“Congratulations on your engagement,” the text flashed across my phone.


It was the first I had heard from him in years, besides the countless scenarios in my head where he’d speak to me and beg me to come back. I wish it was an exaggeration to tell you that I thought about him every day. I wish it weren't true that the moment my fiancé, Paul, slipped that diamond on my finger, I immediately started mourning the loss of the only true love I’d known: *Bryce.


It may have even been to acknowledge the fact that in less than a year, we’d be bound together by marriage.....
Why was Bryce contacting me? Why now? Was he seriously happy for the life I had chosen with Paul that would forever keep me out of his?


As confused about the motive as I was, inside I was beaming. ...

Paul’s (her fiance) the exact opposite of everything I am, which is the exact reason I married him. He gave my life the security I was in desperate need of.
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The day we got married, there were 40-mile-an-hour winds, a monsoon rainstorm, and all I could think about was Bryce. “You’re so beautiful,” Paul whispered through the air as I walked down the aisle toward him and married the greatest man I’d never love.
...
Six months later, I became the liar and cheater and everything in between that I loathed in a person.


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The first time I cheated was in early September. I was at my friend’s Stephanie’s wedding that happened to be at the same place Paul and I said our I do’s less than a year prior.
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Not even 20 minutes had passed when Bryce drove up.


“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.


I lifted my dress in acceptance and consummated the long-lost love I had thought was gone forever, while my husband traveled up to our hotel room alone. Bryce left almost as soon as he came and I fell asleep in the hallway sick with too much wine
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It became an obsession to see Bryce. We had “our motel” where we’d meet halfway in between our homes. I would dress in the best lingerie and make myself up like I’d never done for my husband.
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One night after work, I walked in to mine and Paul’s brand-new three-bedroom townhouse in suburban Pennsylvania and mumbled the words that fell out of my mouth and broke his heart.


“I don’t love you. I want a divorce. Sorry.”
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The night before I moved to New York, Paul took me out to dinner and cried. That was over a year ago and the last time I saw his face. I wish I could say I’m sorry for breaking his heart.


There is no basis for long-term relationship with the modern woman.

The rootless elite who now control the West have never built a society. They have no long-term orientation, only shot-term power tactics. This is why the parasite has routinely destroyed its host, because the parasite only knows how to attack and doesn't consider the long-term consequences of depriving itself of its own sustenance. It is like hunting one's prey to extinction. The gender wars may bring down society, because men will live down to the new woman's expectations;  he will become as myopic and immoral as need-be to "win" the ferocious contest of hypergamous women who historically have slept with the top 6% of men . What is old is new again.