So, today in the shower, I started thinking...
When I was in Pre-school, I went to get a drink in our crowded Cafeteria. I guess when you're in pre-school 50 people can look like 200, but at least 50 students and teachers were mealing about eating drinking and being merry during our lunch break. I went up to the water fountain to get a refreshing drink; I remember waiting in line for a drink, a long line, and while waiting, I realized I had to go to pee. So, like any good natured and well adjusted preschooler, I started doing the Pee-Pee dance in line. Finally I got my turn to drink, but by this time the urge to pee was just too terrible to withstand!
Then I realized something... This water fountain looks remarkably like a smaller version of the urinals that I pee pee into, doesn't it... So, I take a drink then I whip it out and start to pee pee into the water fountain. The funny thing is that none of the student behind me seemed grossed out, they didn't immediately start to run from the line or make oohs or ahhhs (because let's face it, it had to be pretty impressive). They just stood there, maybe, kind of confused (I really didn't get a chance to look at there faces; I was busy). But the teachers freaked! Damn... no sooner did my stream start to hit the cool, shiny metal of the water fountain did a strong arm from one of them wrapped around my chest & pull my britches up (still peeing mind you), and ran me toward the bathroom! Piss was everywhere, on me and her (she deserved it... never disturb a man while he's pissin'). I received a stern lecture from her in the bathroom, and my parents were called in, and it was a big hub bub.
I've never pissed in a water fountain again...
Now, when I was... say 13, I was learning, quite rapidly and thoroughly (should be no surprise) how to lust after women... My favorite thing to do, of course, was to picture girls that I found attractive to be naked. It's amazing how every woman looks fantastic naked in my imagination. My Sunday school teacher told me that it was wrong to picture girls that I see naked. Now it doesn't seem like such a dramatic experience as the peeing incident where I learned "right" from "wrong" on this occasion, but I would say that 2 things made this experience quite a bit more potent. #1: I had heard this implied before, and I heard the actual words, as well as implications toward it afterwards, over and over again.. till this day. #2: My Sunday school teacher was my mom, and therefore, it carried a lot of weight and was kind of fucked up to hear your mom talk about naked women at all.
Despite the resonance that this experience carried with me, I still -- to this day -- picture beautiful women that I see naked, sometimes even not so beautiful women (it weirds me out every time)... So, my question is this?
Why did I stop peeing in water fountains, and not stop picturing women naked?
If we boil it down to "Drives," my sex drive can't be as strong as my drive to relieve myself... One thing I have to do to live the other, I just enjoy doing while I live... I don't need sex though... my body won't explode or become unhealthy without it. So, why do I do one and not the other?
I think it might be that one is actually wrong, and the other is only socially unacceptable. Let me rephrase that for you... one is wrong, and one is oh-so right.
Let's take our millions of years of existence into account, because I know everyone loves to do so. We learned very early on, we had to or we wouldn't be here now, that you do not lay waste where you consume. In other words, you don't go #1 or #2 in the river or lake you drink from. It could have, and has had, terrible ramifications (the bubonic plague). So, that knowledge has been passed down from generation to generation. When I was reprimanded after trying it, the scolding I got, and the punishment I received, and the logic that backed them up made sense to me logically & biologically. So, I responded with a positive behavior... I no longer did it.
Now, when I was told not to picture women naked... it apparently did not make sense to me logically or biologically... so my reaction was to continue the oh-so sweet behavior. Is this a positive or negative reaction? The only way to figure this out is to go to the streets... I'm too lazy to conduct a poll, but If I were to do so, I would assume that the results would be somewhere around 100% of men picture women, that they consider attractive, naked -- including Priests & Preachers, regular joe's like me, Serial Killers, and even gay dudes. (I've had a conversation similar to this from at least 1 of every sampling, except serial killers -- I'm not crazy.) So, my only conclusion is that this behavior is a positive one. It is present in all males, (and probably a majority of females), so why is it socially unacceptable?
Why was I told no?
Friday, March 13, 2009
Helping or Hindering Evolution...
I have been reading so much theory lately of why what we do works. From Mystery's Venusian Arts to Magic Bullets to the Game to Deangelo's DYD, the one common thread is that women are attracted to and consequently mate with the Alpha Male. So, we are to mimic the alpha male and his traits.
So, what are we doing? Are we hindering the human race or are we helping it? Is the alpha male genetic in nature or is it a product of environment? I know that Savoy says that the 2 are so similar at this point that we shouldn't even draw that line (I don't want to speak for Savoy here, this topic may not apply to his statement delivered in the first chapter of Magic Bullets... I will let you be the judge). To clarify what I mean here... The alpha male being a genetic figure simply means that his traits, which attract females, are within his genetic code; he simply has his those attractors with in him, which will be surface in his behavior in the ways that attract females (all those ways we are learning to mimic, i.e. his unapologetic nature, unwillingness to bicker, strong sexual frame, strong sex drive, strong general frame, etc.) If the alpha male is genetic, and we are, in a sense, fooling women into believing that we are that alpha male, won't we be putting more betas into society and therefore screwing with natural selection. I define natural selection as you probably do... survival of the fittest. The strongest genes get passed on to add to the pool of genes, which will consequently become stronger with each generation. Should it be that our previous nature as a beta male should remain that way, and because of that, our genes should not be passed on in the same quantity as the "true alpha male?"
[Side note: even if the above is true, I don't give a shit. I'm not going to go on being a beta and not ever getting laid when I have seen the other side. Future generations be damned... I'm getting mine! So Fuck off Great, Great, Great Grandkids! You live in the time of a weaker human race; at least you were born b/c your GGGgrandpa learned how to talk your GGGgrandma into fucking his brains out! Ungrateful little rug rats!]
Or, is it that the Alpha Male is a learned response? If so, then we would be hella-helping the evolution of the human race. This Community is essentially a factory churning out Alpha males by the Boot Camp load, and thereby insuring that each generation will be populated with a higher density of Alphas. These alphas will be more willing to lead and succeed, and the female population will have a greater pool of Alphas to pick from, which can only help or race succeed.
Truthfully, I have no idea which is the answer... but I hope it's the latter. I imagine it's a mixture of both though, b/c I don't think that we could be lucky enough to get off scott-free learning other people's observances and value perceptions and passing them off as our own.
So, what are we doing? Are we hindering the human race or are we helping it? Is the alpha male genetic in nature or is it a product of environment? I know that Savoy says that the 2 are so similar at this point that we shouldn't even draw that line (I don't want to speak for Savoy here, this topic may not apply to his statement delivered in the first chapter of Magic Bullets... I will let you be the judge). To clarify what I mean here... The alpha male being a genetic figure simply means that his traits, which attract females, are within his genetic code; he simply has his those attractors with in him, which will be surface in his behavior in the ways that attract females (all those ways we are learning to mimic, i.e. his unapologetic nature, unwillingness to bicker, strong sexual frame, strong sex drive, strong general frame, etc.) If the alpha male is genetic, and we are, in a sense, fooling women into believing that we are that alpha male, won't we be putting more betas into society and therefore screwing with natural selection. I define natural selection as you probably do... survival of the fittest. The strongest genes get passed on to add to the pool of genes, which will consequently become stronger with each generation. Should it be that our previous nature as a beta male should remain that way, and because of that, our genes should not be passed on in the same quantity as the "true alpha male?"
[Side note: even if the above is true, I don't give a shit. I'm not going to go on being a beta and not ever getting laid when I have seen the other side. Future generations be damned... I'm getting mine! So Fuck off Great, Great, Great Grandkids! You live in the time of a weaker human race; at least you were born b/c your GGGgrandpa learned how to talk your GGGgrandma into fucking his brains out! Ungrateful little rug rats!]
Or, is it that the Alpha Male is a learned response? If so, then we would be hella-helping the evolution of the human race. This Community is essentially a factory churning out Alpha males by the Boot Camp load, and thereby insuring that each generation will be populated with a higher density of Alphas. These alphas will be more willing to lead and succeed, and the female population will have a greater pool of Alphas to pick from, which can only help or race succeed.
Truthfully, I have no idea which is the answer... but I hope it's the latter. I imagine it's a mixture of both though, b/c I don't think that we could be lucky enough to get off scott-free learning other people's observances and value perceptions and passing them off as our own.
The Machine's Balls of Steel Challenge
Tonight Foreplay and I both succeeded in his 30 successfully opened sets in 30 days from our boot camp (not counting our BC opens either). Good Job us. Chatterbox and Soumani still have around 10 a piece to go and I don't know how many D needs, but I don't think that he's concerned with the challenge
When I first read ole Foreplay's challenge to us, I was a little hesitant to take it seriously; but I'm truly glad that he came up with it and took it seriously himself, namely, because I'm so competitive it's ridiculous. So, where my approach anxiety starts to cripple me, competition bridges the gap and actually makes me drag my ass over to another set and open. Actually, just that happened on my last set of the night. Soumani and Foreplay were arguing on who was going to open the seated set (a cute little blonde and her chubby, but cute friend), neither wanted to open, so I just got tired of listening to the back and forth and went over with a very unenergetic open. I used the Email Breakup open (credit CaptainJack) and it worked like a charm like it always does. They opened right up and it was my second longest set of the night.
I had really been having a problem even getting motivated the last couple of weeks. Then we would go out and I would just basically be biding my time until we went home, opening as few sets as possible and standing around talking to the guys like a true AFC. Then came this weekend... I have been doing a lot of lounge and AF research on online game. I was really getting excited about it. I tried a few of the techniques I found and they worked moderately. I actually was thinking to myself, "Self, this is the answer... I will do online game and supplement it with going out." I continually read just the opposite on every post on the forums, and luckily, actually it was a God send that I had a fun night on Thursday, or I might have been sticking to online game.
Thursday night... A good night; I'm still at my sticking point, which is not following any semblance of my routine, but at least I got back up to my sticking point. Because, the previous 2 weeks were filled with me not even approaching. And if I approached at all, I would get blown out so quickly because they could just see my lack of confidence. Regardless, I talked to a few really cute girls that were very receptive. If I would have actually had a point to what I was saying i.e. a routine then I think I could have gotten somewhere, but I took it as a good sign.
Tonight was the same story. Ritual was dead, but I opened 6 sets. 4 of which were solid 20-40 minute sets with a couple of blowouts. My first set was actually the longest set I had, and I did pretty well with push pull, but I waived off Foreplay as a wing and had to entertain 2 girls. After about 40 minutes. I realized that I was going nowhere and had no idea how to isolate since I had been essentially gaming both girls, so I ejected.
The rest were nothing spectacular, but fairly solid. Then the last set started off pretty well... Foreplay came in after about 5 minutes and winged. We kind of started gaming over each other by no fault of our own. He did everything right. I stated my target, but what I didn't realize at the time was that the target's chubby friend was more into me, and possibly thru chick language she had already claimed me, so she would continue to drift from Foreplay's convo back into mine, and on occasion my target would interrupt Foreplay's convo. I still have very mixed feelings on whether a wing helps or hinders in most cases. Most of the time when a wing enters my set, its such an interruption and i haven't hooked quite yet that it blows me out. But, then again we just started this whole thing, so I can't be a good judge yet.
So we got our 30 opens in 30 days, and those opens run the gambit of success to blowout. I still have only number closed, but I open and transition with ease. If I could just execute my fucking routine, I think I would be okay.
When I first read ole Foreplay's challenge to us, I was a little hesitant to take it seriously; but I'm truly glad that he came up with it and took it seriously himself, namely, because I'm so competitive it's ridiculous. So, where my approach anxiety starts to cripple me, competition bridges the gap and actually makes me drag my ass over to another set and open. Actually, just that happened on my last set of the night. Soumani and Foreplay were arguing on who was going to open the seated set (a cute little blonde and her chubby, but cute friend), neither wanted to open, so I just got tired of listening to the back and forth and went over with a very unenergetic open. I used the Email Breakup open (credit CaptainJack) and it worked like a charm like it always does. They opened right up and it was my second longest set of the night.
I had really been having a problem even getting motivated the last couple of weeks. Then we would go out and I would just basically be biding my time until we went home, opening as few sets as possible and standing around talking to the guys like a true AFC. Then came this weekend... I have been doing a lot of lounge and AF research on online game. I was really getting excited about it. I tried a few of the techniques I found and they worked moderately. I actually was thinking to myself, "Self, this is the answer... I will do online game and supplement it with going out." I continually read just the opposite on every post on the forums, and luckily, actually it was a God send that I had a fun night on Thursday, or I might have been sticking to online game.
Thursday night... A good night; I'm still at my sticking point, which is not following any semblance of my routine, but at least I got back up to my sticking point. Because, the previous 2 weeks were filled with me not even approaching. And if I approached at all, I would get blown out so quickly because they could just see my lack of confidence. Regardless, I talked to a few really cute girls that were very receptive. If I would have actually had a point to what I was saying i.e. a routine then I think I could have gotten somewhere, but I took it as a good sign.
Tonight was the same story. Ritual was dead, but I opened 6 sets. 4 of which were solid 20-40 minute sets with a couple of blowouts. My first set was actually the longest set I had, and I did pretty well with push pull, but I waived off Foreplay as a wing and had to entertain 2 girls. After about 40 minutes. I realized that I was going nowhere and had no idea how to isolate since I had been essentially gaming both girls, so I ejected.
The rest were nothing spectacular, but fairly solid. Then the last set started off pretty well... Foreplay came in after about 5 minutes and winged. We kind of started gaming over each other by no fault of our own. He did everything right. I stated my target, but what I didn't realize at the time was that the target's chubby friend was more into me, and possibly thru chick language she had already claimed me, so she would continue to drift from Foreplay's convo back into mine, and on occasion my target would interrupt Foreplay's convo. I still have very mixed feelings on whether a wing helps or hinders in most cases. Most of the time when a wing enters my set, its such an interruption and i haven't hooked quite yet that it blows me out. But, then again we just started this whole thing, so I can't be a good judge yet.
So we got our 30 opens in 30 days, and those opens run the gambit of success to blowout. I still have only number closed, but I open and transition with ease. If I could just execute my fucking routine, I think I would be okay.
My Virgin Post
It's 1:11am and I just got back from seeing Mr. Woodcock... sadly I can't shake being a Billy Bob fan. Although I think he's out of his mind in so many ways, that bastard is fun to watch. Example you might ask -- well I will answer with 2 examples, bitches. 1) Slingblade - Best rendition of a sweet-hearted murdering tard I've ever seen, and since I've interviewed Dwight Yoakum, and I wanted so badly for him to be cool, but he was a dick... I've gotta give props for splitting that Jackass's Skull with a lawn mower blade. 2) Red Carpet interview in 2001... he was asked how things were going with Angelina, who had her tongue so far down his ear at the time he was losing his balance, (b/c the inner ear controls your balance, you should have paid attention in Jr. High Science Class, bitch) and he said out of the blue... "Do you want to know the truth; We just f*#&!d in the limo on the way here." Angelina smiled, and that leather-clad pimp just walked away. That's right. the expletive is disguised b/c it was bleeped by E!, so I can't be sure that he actually said "fucked," but I'm pretty certain he did. He might have said "boned," but I don't think they would bleep that.
Now for what this means to me according to Pick Up:
Pick Up, according to Woodcock:
Keep in mind, I'm very much a newbie to this world of Pick Up that I stumble upon less than 2 months ago. But since I've known of and began my pursuit of learning this skill, I've seen elements of it everywhere I look.
I will assume, foolishly, that you have seen the Trailers for "Mr. Woodcock." Woodcock is a colossal prick P.E. Teacher who tormented the sensitive self-help author, Farley, as a child. (Can you tell that I used to write movie reviews?) Throughout the film Farley is the lovable nice guy who, at one point, gets the number of his high school crush b/c she recognizes him as a successful author. He stammers to ask for the date, which I'm sure gets an "aww" from every girl when separated by the silver screen, but when she's in front of you, stammering would evoke a much more cold-hearted reaction. He then proceeds to nice guy his way right out of her pants when he can't seem to effectively beat Woodcock. His Crush mentions to Farley that Woodcock is kind of sexy.
Woodcock... Woodcock, where for art thou Woodcock? From his name to his unwillingness to apologize for any action; Woodcock is an extreme hollywood version of the Alpha Male, and Farley is the submissive through and through. Woodcock woos Farley's Mother and his high school crush, and all this while wearing a Maroon leisure suit. As much as they paint Woodcock in negative colors, he attracts everyone to him, mostly women. The only characters in the film to dislike Woodcock are the submissive males in direct competition with him for women. They act impulsively and recklessly while Woodcock remains non-reactive, saying only what needs to be said, and staying a steady congruent course. Is Woodcock a Master PUA or an emotional cripple (as labeled by the film)? I'm in no way experienced enough to make that call, but I know one thing, every woman in this world wants, nay, needs a bit of Woodcock in'em.
Number of times I wrote the word Woodcock: I count 18.
Now for what this means to me according to Pick Up:
Pick Up, according to Woodcock:
Keep in mind, I'm very much a newbie to this world of Pick Up that I stumble upon less than 2 months ago. But since I've known of and began my pursuit of learning this skill, I've seen elements of it everywhere I look.
I will assume, foolishly, that you have seen the Trailers for "Mr. Woodcock." Woodcock is a colossal prick P.E. Teacher who tormented the sensitive self-help author, Farley, as a child. (Can you tell that I used to write movie reviews?) Throughout the film Farley is the lovable nice guy who, at one point, gets the number of his high school crush b/c she recognizes him as a successful author. He stammers to ask for the date, which I'm sure gets an "aww" from every girl when separated by the silver screen, but when she's in front of you, stammering would evoke a much more cold-hearted reaction. He then proceeds to nice guy his way right out of her pants when he can't seem to effectively beat Woodcock. His Crush mentions to Farley that Woodcock is kind of sexy.
Woodcock... Woodcock, where for art thou Woodcock? From his name to his unwillingness to apologize for any action; Woodcock is an extreme hollywood version of the Alpha Male, and Farley is the submissive through and through. Woodcock woos Farley's Mother and his high school crush, and all this while wearing a Maroon leisure suit. As much as they paint Woodcock in negative colors, he attracts everyone to him, mostly women. The only characters in the film to dislike Woodcock are the submissive males in direct competition with him for women. They act impulsively and recklessly while Woodcock remains non-reactive, saying only what needs to be said, and staying a steady congruent course. Is Woodcock a Master PUA or an emotional cripple (as labeled by the film)? I'm in no way experienced enough to make that call, but I know one thing, every woman in this world wants, nay, needs a bit of Woodcock in'em.
Number of times I wrote the word Woodcock: I count 18.
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