You’ve heard it like a mantra and it’s a cliché because it’s true. Women constantly pass over nice men for jerks, who more often than not mistreat them, and then if the cliché holds true to form, the woman runs back to the nice guy and cries on his shoulder. Tells him he’s a wonderful friend. Meanwhile the poor nice guy is hit with a triple whammy of anger, hard on, and nausea…
Fast forward a few more years, and I meet Jennifer my wife to be. I become unhinged. She’s actually dating someone else and he’s her steady boyfriend. I see her holding hands with him and I hate him. I refuse to even say his name in anything other than distain even now 18 years later. Primal reaction. Deal with it people. Things are going a little less than perfectly between them, and I work that angle fairly firmly. I make it plain that I think he’s a jerk, he doesn’t seem to be good for her, and she’d be better off with a nice man. Which in retrospect is funny in that my words were “hey I’m the nice guy you should be with”, but my actions were actually pure jerk. She laps it up.
Anyway four days later they break up. And I’m right there. Funny that. Then we have five wonderful days together… The point is, if I had been nice, I would have never had married Jennifer. I would have just seen a pretty girl with a not so great boyfriend bugging her and done nothing of interest. Being nice is a very important aspect of your personality, having no nice in you just means you’re an asshole. Adding in a little of the jerk / Alpha Male trait is the key to building attraction though.
At some point in your courtship, you likely did something that was a little crazy, a little wild, something over the top that made your wife to be sit up and take notice of you. Maybe all it was happened to be fronting up to her, and making it plain being just friends with her wasn’t an option you where going to be able to live with.
3MM: Many girls hate being single. So if you come in towards the end of a relationship, chances are she’ll jump ship over to you, just at the right time.
Why do so many betas harbor gauzy delusions about female sexual nature? …Put yourself in the typical beta male’s shoes. He spends a goodly chunk of his horniest years — teens to mid 20s — when holes in watermelons look like acceptable vagina substitutes, pining for ethereal hot chicks who don’t pay him a lick of attention as they swoop by him on a cloud of incandescent purity. He sees them only from afar, where his imagination is free to feverishly fill in the gaps with only the most pleasant assumptions about his dreamgirls. When the rare communication does occur, she is as nice and kind as a saint to him. He is too smitten to recognize the hint of pity and condescension laced in her polite chat…
3MM: If betas knew what alphas experience, it would blow their minds. Completely, utterly… Beta males never see this world. To them, it doesn’t exist. And that’s exactly how women want it.
Stop blowing up our phones… stop allowing yourself to be used… Don’t hang all over us… Have your own interests… Stop caring what other people think about you… ACT LIKE A MAN.
I love being out with a girl and her male friends, all of whom are madly in love with her, and stirring them up just enough to make them rage with jealousy and question their own manhood. Last year, one of several girls I was seeing (let’s call her Media Tart) invited me to come out with a group of her friends to a bar. I knew that ‘friends’ meant it would be us and about ten other guys there. She’s one of those girls who collects betas in her life, getting off on being wanted by men who lack the most basic abilities to satisfy women on any level other than being another girlfriend. Yet, she’s also desperate to be with a real man that makes her feel.
The night was hilarious. She had known these guys for anywhere between 1 month and 10 years, and ALL of them were madly in love with her. Every single one of them would undoubtedly at some stage, if he hadn’t already, confess his undying love to her (but honey I’ve been fantasising thinking about you for the last six and a half years… wait… don’t you feel the same for me??? But you said you love me!!! What, you meant like your pet hamster?!?)… All night, all of the guys sat there, shooting me dirty glances that clearly said “You bastard. How the hell did YOU get her?!” Because I can satisfy women gentlemen, and you can’t.
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Important point. It’s fine to be nice, you just have to have a good hard edge to you.
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