You're Not Going To "Evolve" Out of Sexual Desire

You're not a Tibetan monk, so don't act like one

Entering a new phase of my life, I’ve been saying things to myself like, “I am already the man I have always wanted to be,” “I am now the self-actualized version of myself,” and “I already have everything I want,” and so on.

These statements are more or less true, but the evolution doesn’t stop; it continues.

For example, because of this new state of mind, I started to think thoughts like this about my woman life:

“I have all the women I want now.” (True)

and

“All of my women are super hot.” (Objectively true, though my women are of various ages)

and

“I never go without sex and have all of it I want.” (True)

and

“The vast majority of these women are locked-in to me for the long-term future.” (True now)

and

“Because of their ages, lifestyles, and genetics, all of my women are going to remain sexually attractive, at least to me, for at least the next 15-20 years, if not longer.” (Most likely true)

therefore…

“I no longer need to be sexually attracted to any new women. Getting horny for any new woman is literally a waste of my time. I have evolved past this desire.”

To be clear, I’m talking about getting horny for a new woman I have not yet had sex with. I’m not talking about seeing a pretty woman and having a brief thought like, “Damn, she’s hot.” That’s appreciating beauty, not getting horny.

I decided that, yeah, that’s me now, Mr. Super Evolved Spiritual Caleb, who is completely beyond the concept of getting horny for any woman who’s not already in his inner circle.

Yeah, yeah, that’s me. That sounds good.

Like the smug asshole I am, I thought this was the case…

…for about a week.

Then one day while I was in the elevator, I was minding my own business, and the elevator stopped on a floor, opened up, and a young man and woman entered. Then we continued our way down.

They were both in their mid-20s or so. Either they were siblings or a couple; I couldn’t really tell because they both had a similar look.

The woman wasn’t gorgeous or anything, but she was very, very cute. She was twirling around, looking at herself in the mirrored walls of the elevator. (What can I say? It’s Dubai.)

Immediately, a powerful wave of caveman-like horniness swept over my entire body. My lizard brain wanted to kick this guy out of the elevator, pick this woman up, and have sex with her right then and there. It felt fantastic.

Of course, none of this showed on my face. I just stood there looking relaxed, watching the numbers on the elevator screen. I’ve been on hundreds of first dates so outward emotional control like this comes automatically to me.

I walked out of the building and they left, going their own way. I stood outside the building, shaking my head, laughing at myself.

Caleb, you fucking moron. You’re not going to ever “evolve” out of being horny for other new women, at least occasionally. You’re a high-sex-drive, high-testosterone, non-monogamous Alpha Male 2.0. And you’re going to be this person for the rest of your life (thank God).

Moreover, you live in two cities jam-packed full of attractive women who are all over the goddamn place (Dubai and Asunción).

C’mon, dude. You’re not some shaolin monk who lives in some remote mountain temple while he meditates on his fingernail all day.

The fuck were you thinking?

Eh, it was a good effort at least, and a nice thought. I honestly don’t want to have sex with any new women for the rest of my life, and I don’t plan to, but the option is always there.

I just had to accept that no matter how old, evolved, or spiritual I become, I’m still a man, and a very particular type of man, and that’s not ever going to change.

Which is fine.

I mean, shit, if Alan Watts was banging chicks left and right all the way until the day he died, what chance do I have? Ha!