Life is sexually damn simple for Western men. Porn at 13. Sex by 15. Multiple partners by 18. Cohabiting by 20. Break up, move on, repeat. If dating fails, they walk into a brothel or call a number from a magazine. No cops, no cheating, no shame—just business.
Now look at Indian men. Forget the 1% rich and powerful who live the Western way. The rest of the 99%? Most will only ever see one nude woman—their wife. Maybe two, if lucky. That’s it. A Western man has a gallery; an Indian man has a passport photo.
I saw this firsthand in Europe. My friend, five years younger, walked up to a McDonald’s cashier: “Do you have a boyfriend?” She blushed, said yes. He thanked her and left. If she had said no, he would have asked her out for coffee. And guess what? She would’ve said yes. He wasn’t even good-looking. Try that stunt in India—you’ll either be slapped, humiliated, or reported.
Later that month, I was drinking with some European friends. Conversation turned to sex. They showed me a website: prostitutes with photos, lingerie, service menus, and prices. If you didn’t like them in person, you could walk away. If you were cheated, you could call the cops—because it’s legal. Show me one industry in India with that kind of honesty. Even temples cheat you.
In Abu Dhabi, I noticed Sheikhs never looked at Indian or Filipina women. Straight eyes, straight backs, like monks. I wondered—how can testosterone-filled men not even glance? Then two sexy blonde Europeans walked past and boom—their necks turned. That’s when it hit me: it’s not self-control, it’s selection. Nobody stares at a Maruti 800 anymore. They only stare at Ferraris.
Indian men, meanwhile, are programmed differently. Every woman is either “mother” or “sister.” That’s why the standard insult from a woman is: “Don’t you have a mother or sister?” Now imagine the same men being told not to look even when those “mothers and sisters” walk around in leggings with cleavage out. The hypocrisy is laughable.
And the age thing? In India, if I date a 25-year-old at 50, I’m judged. If a single mom at 50 dates a 30-year-old, judged again. People whisper. In the West, nobody gives a damn. Fathers, grandfathers, mothers—they still date, still visit brothels, still live. Why? Because easy access to sex civilises people. Lack of it turns men into frustrated hypocrites.
Solution?
Legalise brothels. Not shady back-alleys. Real ones. Full of American, European, Russian women. Make them expensive. Make them legal. Indian men will turn to gold. And now please walk with your boobs out or thong visible, you will see Indian men walking like Sheikhs—eyes straight, no glances, no nonsense.
So stop using a White man’s morality compass on Indian men. The rules of the game were never the same to begin with.
May God Bless Indian men with more access to sex.