I was once, long ago in another world, a pussy-whipped idiot. I put up with the occasional abuse to keep the Pussy River flowing. I figured as soon as I started fighting back, she’d just leave (and some do just that), and then…no more pussy. The river runs dry and now you’re in the desert without a canteen. Good luck with that. Even for a Chad like me, pussy, like money, never grew on trees. It’s actually a lot harder to get than most people think. I mean a good-loooking, sane, halfway intelligent woman.
The line that Chad can get laid any time he wants has never been my experience. Yeah, we do all right, but that’s only because your AFC’s typical single life is nightmare in the desert.
It’s a relative thing, like most everything anyway. Success and failure are not pure concepts any more than any value judgement is. They’re both just continua and based on relative judgement, and hence tend to resist any good definition. What’s success? The opposite of failure. What’s failure? The opposite of success. And so the tautological circle chases its tail.
Funny thing is when I stopped being pussy-whipped and started ripping the Hell out of girlfriends who bitched me out and were totally out of line about it, a funny thing happened. They didn’t leave. They actually stuck around. Some shut up right away, became very feminine, and even started whimpering like whipped dogs and apologizing. Not a few became suddenly very horny.
And I had the wildest, most passionate love affairs of my entire life. With women who called me “mean,” “a mean, cruel, asshole,” “psycho, scary, dangerous,” etc.
I don’t agree with the “just treat em like shit” philosophy of how to deal with women. Maybe it works, but it never did for me, plus I don’t have it in me to be that evil. I’d have to plug back into my “evil little boy self” again, and he’s safely locked up in maximum security in my gut where he belongs and only let out on extremely rare occasions where he’s absolutely needed.
I’ve thought about this a lot. It’s not that women like assholes or bad or evil men. Sure, maybe 1/3 do, as a former girlfriend said. But the rest don’t. But I think deep down inside, most women want a man who is pretty damned mean and scary now and then, or on occasion, or who shows he can at least be that way and he has it in him.
He can be nice most of the rest of the time, a stereotypical nice guy. But she has to know that he can get real scary real quick, and more importantly, that he’s willing to put some fences around her and not let her get away with murder.
I hate to quote Schopenhauer, but of course women are like children. In a sense.
Ever notice that a kid is always trying to see what he can get away with and he will delightfully get away with murder if you are stupid enough to let him? Well, of course. But ever also notice that at the same time, the kid who screams when you build a “do not cross” fence around him with severe penalties for breaches secretly seems to appreciate the fact that you put some limits on him.
I am convinced that women are the same. She actually wants you to put some limits on her. She expects it. And if you don’t, she may well just run wild for the same reason a child does. And when you throw her in a corral and threaten her if she breaches it, she might throw a fit, just like a child once again. But then again, like the child, she secretly appreciates and respects the fact that you were man enough to put some limits on her wayward ass.
Not only that, but putting limits on them turns them on. Much more than that, I think it triggers the love impulse – the wild, passionate, Hollywood movie, fireworks infatuation, “crazy love” initial phase of passionate love. Which then probably cements into a nice form of mature love 1-2 years later.
Women want to fall madly in love with caveman who may well be nice most of the time but are also willing to put some limits on them and even scare the Hell out of them or terrorize them if they push the limits. And this makes her horny because being ravished by a brute is the core nature of female sexuality.
Women came from cavewomen and 60% of cavemen never bred. The Alpha psychopaths terrorized those men like the Alpha elephant seal terrorizes any men who encroach on his harem. These psychopaths formed harems with the women. So most women come from a collective unconscious and genetic background of being part of a dangerous, scary psychopathic man’s harem – basically a serial killer’s harem. The residue of that, the weight of 40,000 years, echoes with us down through the canyons of time and resounds with us to this day.
Treat em like shit? All the time? I doubt it. It’s never worked for me but supposedly it works for others. As I don’t have it in me to be that evil, I can’t comment on that.
But treat em like shit? Some of the time, every now and then, once in a blue moon, show that you have the extreme capability to do so? At age 62, very late in the game, too late to matter, I conclude that this is indeed true.
Once again, YMMV. I’m not a guru you know. You do you. I’ll do me. I’m not here to tell you what to do. I’m here to throw out ideas and see if they resonate with you. Maybe they will. Maybe they won’t.
But mostly just want you to at least think about what I’m saying and decide what you might think of it. I’m here to give you new stuff to think about. Adopt it, reject it, neither, or anything ion between? It’s all up to you. As a free human with agency, the world is your oyster. Go forth and bake as nice a pearl as you can out of it.