Rian Stone - FUCCFILES: Lessons from a decade of women

FuccFiles

Lessons from a Decade of Pickup

Rian Stone

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Copyright 2020 Rian Stone

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are for the most part real, actual events in the author's life. Any similarity to other real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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I have a small list of people who deserve mention, and whom I dedicate this book to:
To Chris, Mat, Matt, Mathieu, Jason, Will, Rhea, Mike, Adam, Max and god knows how many other men Ive gone to war with over my tenure in the RCN.
To the authors who I have met along the way you kept me focused on finishing this stupid thing:
Delicious Tacos who got me reading fiction again.
Rollo Tomassi since he has been doing this for almost 2 decades and its impossible to escape his influence (thank god.)
Carl, the anonymous twat who turned out to be a kindred spirit.
Richard Cooper, the man who finally got me to be an entrepreneur and stop wasting my life.
Troy Francis, the man who showed me that creativity and womanizing go hand in hand.
The thousand or so anonymous souls who signed onto my email list to join me on this journey.
The brothers from Reddit whom I started with:
Whinemoreplease, isolos, UEMcGill, BluepillProfessor, Archwinger, strategos_autokrator, IanIronwood, SorcererKing, bogeyd6, cholomite, bsutansalt, SteelSharpensSteel, Scurvemuch, Frenchie, UltmateCAD and RuleZeroDad, and a hundred more that are just names on a forum.
The Pateron subscribers who supported me throughout the last year unwaveringly, constantly hounding me for the release date.
And to Cat, for not only being a part of the story, but the ending as well.

Contents

Preface

I wrote this book because no one else was writing it, and I wish I had something like this when I was first starting out. I read Fight Club by Palenchuk and loved the philosophical exploration. I read 12 Rules for Life by Jordan Peterson and loved the idea of bite sized wisdom for hate benefit of all. I read Women by Charles Bukowski and absolutely loved the idea of unapologetic skirt chasing mixed with a surprising lack of bravado. I jokingly say that this book is similar to the cooking videos I put out on YouTube:

One part 12 Rules

One part Fight Club

One part Women: a Novel

Put in an oven at 350 for 12 months and let cool on your Kindle.

No one else was writing this book because most guys wrote to inflate their egos. Tucker Maxx wrote a book but he was too busy trying to sound awesome and have you live vicariously through his adventures. Neil Strauss tried but he was just selling a memoir. I didnt learn anything about game other than a history lesson. I wanted to read about an honest assessment of what dating would be like for me with warts and all. Since I didn't have the greatest attention span in the world, I also wanted something that would spell it out for me. I saw parts of it in the ingredient books, but none of them managed to scratch the itch quite right, so I did it myself. Dr. Peterson tried to write a book to help but it read like categorical imperatives and bland, milquetoast rituals that would replace real, functional tools.

I talk about 15 separate stories during my single years as a dirty sailor sleeping with whatever I could. I dont hold back, I dont embellish to make myself sound cooler, bravado gets in the way of what I aim to do. Not all of these stories are me overcoming adversity and becoming the hero. Some are about my failing and looking like a damned fool, and that was what I want. As honest an assessment of the dirty world of dating as I can muster, with whatever lessons I can carve out of them.

If one guy reads this, can put away his ego and stop getting in his own way navigating the sexual marketplace, then I will have considered my mission accomplished; just so long as he buys copies for ten thousand friends when he does.

Introduction

I tried to remember as much about my debauchery as I could when I was doing it. I knew it wouldnt last forever. I sought to learn as much as possible from everyone, even the trash women. I was a poor city boy who became a rich rancher during my moms second marriage. No one told me what to do and I was a late bloomer so no girls would give me the chance to learn it myself. I realized if I wanted to get better with women I was going to have to do it myself. I picked up a copy of Neil Strauss: The Game and the rest is in these pages.

I wanted to get better at having purpose and being a man so I spent 12 years in the Royal Canadian Navy. Youll notice the chapters have a similar format to a military book: organized sequentially with decimal places for sub chapters. Chapter 1 is the field report, the experience with a girl. Chapter 1.2 and 1.3 are the lessons I took from the experience. Its a good way to organize things. It makes it relatively easy if I wanted to write a second edition and add new lessons to the experiences you could add a 1.4 or 1.5 and the rest of the work maintains its flow.

When reading this, keep in the back of your mind that I took the viewpoint where I was my own older brother. After each experience I would be making a coffee while staring at my younger hung over self. What could I tell this guy that he would listen to? What could I tell this guy that he would actually use? I never listened to older people in my 20s, I had it all figured out and they were usually failures pretending it gave them wisdom. I decided to take the approach where I would say my piece, and have no expectations of him listening or following it. Everyone has to learn things the hard way, right?

If you manage to internalize the things I learned in my 20s to the point where you make a whole new and better set of mistakes, this book will have achieved its aim. This thing I somehow ended up being a part of, this Red Pill thing, is an iterative process where men swap notes and learn from other men. Since modern feminism was given 3 generations to help guide men in this modern world and failing miserably at the task and since modern fathers have either been removed from the home or never had the ability to help in the first place and since the pastor, and the teachers, and everyone else has bent over backwards to enable the strong independent women to do everything they want without regard for the guys getting left behind

Since all these authorities and peers decided to abandon their responsibility to men, we decided to take the task up ourselves. We put on feather boas and aviator shades and top hats and started sharing notes on how to sleep with women, then how to navigate relationship; and eventually, how to live a fulfilled, self-actualized life in such a way that is important and fulfilling to us, and only us.

Enjoy.

1. Have we met before?

I met a girl for the first time, and she gave me a peek into all of my bullshit. I was picking up girls for sport and enjoying it like my trade craft. We had been talking for a half an hour. Mike, a fellow sailor and wingman was talking up her friend. We were taking these girls home with us that night. I gave Mike grief as I always did. He couldn't remember half of the girls he had slept with.

What was the point in it all if you cant remember them?

What, like your stupid checklist? Im not sure if he was insulting my O.C.D. or that it was my nerd hobby.

Mike got laid, he didn't care.

He slept with twice as many women as I did but I convinced myself there was a difference. He was a sloppy degenerate, I was having harmless fun. I remembered every single girl. That made me a better man I assumed. It didnt make me better at picking up women which was the game we were actually playing. It made me a better man in that vague, fungible sort of way that I couldn't explain but felt in my bones. I was playing Calvinball, and if the rules werent working I made up new ones and it felt good.