I recently had an encounter with a new plate who was a sweet girl, a lot of fun, but from experience I knew, palpably, that this girl was a slut.
There's a lot of confusion and controversy around this word: slut. What is going on here? Why did I call her this? How did I know, in my gut? Do I hate her? Do I hate women? Am I a misogynist? Am I Elliot Rodger???
To be clear, I don't think she's a bad person. I think she'll make an excellent plate. Nor am I judging her or making any negative moral claims about her character (sure they could be made - but I, at this moment, am not making them). But she is a slut. And I'll tell you how I know.
I felt it in my gut but our gut is just a master of interpreting information that we're perceiving from our environments. "Intuition" isn't really abstract, it's our minds noticing small patterns around us and drawing conclusions from around it.
So, some usual outward signs that my new plate (we'll call her Jane) is a slut. She drank a lot, she smokes, she doesn't have a father. Those are easy ones (and common). But more specifically it was in her behavior. There was no push-pull. I didn't have to seduce her. I didn't have to work for it. There was no hesitation. There was no barriers to break through. There was no point at which she seemed to be thinking, "Should I be doing this?"
She kissed me, but didn't look me in the eye. She was the one to take her pants off, and my pants off. There was no resistance when I took her to my bedroom. She didn't seem to be thinking about birth control - didn't say anything about it and didn't seem to care.
It wasn't clear when or if she orgasmed (I find that the sluttier a girl is, the harder it is for them to cum; "nice" girls I find can gush like fountains). She liked sex hard. Really hard. I'm a very large man, and she liked me pounding it in as hard as I could like I was trying to drill for oil. I'm honestly not sure how she wasn't injured by the level of force I was putting into pounding her. But for her it was bread and butter.
She dug her nails into me, and bit me. She didn't ask about these things, she didn't hesitate. Again - I'd met this girl maybe 2 or 3 hours before.
She would suggest positions, prop up her ass and tell me to take her from behind like she was ordering coffee.
All of this made for a fun Saturday night. But in her behavior I sensed a very real element of routineness. I could feel that she'd done this before. A lot. There was no question of that. Now, this didn't make it a bad experience - I'm certainly not complaining. But when I say that this girl was obviously a slut, what I mean is that this kind of intimate sexual experience (We were in bed less than a few hours after our first meeting) was routine for her, with a guy she barely knew at all. She had no sense of hesitation, no shyness about her body, no sense of intimacy of limits.
But what's more, it wasn't emotional for her. I felt inside her that she was not forming a bond with me as a result of this experience. Not that I care - I don't want her to.
But that's what makes a slut.
I've made an alpha widow or two in my time and I can tell you with complete certainty: If you completely rock a girl's world in bed, she will start looking at you differently. You will entrench a little spot in her mind that she cannot easily remove. If you seduce a girl who has not been often seduced, you can watch the light go on in her eyes as the transformation in chemistry occurs as a result of you rocking her world.
As it should. After all, we're all cavemen in suits. Nesting instinct, evolution, etc. It makes sense for reasons expounded very well here on TRP that a girl will pair bond with a guy who rocks her world.
But a slut had her world rocked too many times, by too many guys. Now that instinct doesn't kick in anymore. Now it's become routine. Desensitized. It shows in a lot of little ways, and a well-attuned man can intuitively feel the distance inside her that doesn't occur with less slutty women. And that distance, while it might feel small to us, has gigantic significance.
No women were more determinedly loyal to me than the girls I was with who were virgins. None were less loyal than the girls for whom I was number... who even knows, of men who came along and spent the night with them. They were able to forget me in a moment if they felt it suited them - but the girls for whom I was their first, and the ensuing experiences we have, I know will remember me forever. This isn't a brag - this is bonding. Any experienced man will have watched the same process unfold before his eyes.
So this freaky new plate could only ever be a plate. She could never be more. I can see in her eyes and feel from her that intimacy with me does not, and will not, produce in her the kind of connection that it takes to build an LTR.
And that's OK. She's going to be a slut, and probably she will remain so until she gets pregnant and will become a single mom, or she finds her BB, poor bastard though he'll be. She's having a lot of fun riding the CC now, and I'm finding that very convenient for my saturday nights.
In 10 years she'll be confronted with some very harsh realities.
But that's her problem.
TL;DR Sluts have trouble pair bonding from sex as a result of their experiences.