Proverb 24: Jealousy

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December 28, 2010 by Solomon II 6 Comments

Jealousy is considered to be a natural human trait, and almost a given in men.  Even the good book itself refers to jealousy as divine in the 20th chapter of Exodus where God rebukes his people for worshiping false idols by saying “You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God…”  Jealousy is thematic throughout the bible as a good and natural reaction (well, when it fits the storyline anyway) and continues into the New Testament when the Apostle Paul writes to the Church at Corinth “I am jealous for you with a Godly jealousy…”

The God of the Old Testament is an Alpha badass, but the God of the New Testament is a Beta pussy.  Out of jealousy, the Old Testament God would swallow you up and kill you, allowing your freshly orphaned children to die of starvation in the wilderness while men from a competing tribe fuck your wife.  The New Testament God will forgive you and offer you a free pass into heaven by willingly dying on a cross.

Not surprisingly, its the New Testament approach women seek out of their men today.  They want to take the praise and adoration rightfully due to their man and give it to another whilst receiving nothing but forgiveness in return. They demand the right to sacrifice the permanent on the altar of the immediate, and any man who refuses to be nailed to an emotional cross and die for their relationship sins in not worthy of being their Savior.

I prefer the Old Testament approach.

Not too long ago, a girl I’m quite fond of started fucking another guy.  I didn’t mind since she was still fucking me too, so no worries.  She knew I had a few girls in rotation at the time, so there wasn’t too much jealousy between us.

One night she was in my bed texting this guy and talking about the nudie pics she’d sent him. I asked her “You didn’t send him the one you sent me, did you?  You know, my favorite one?” She said “No.  I’d never do that to you.  That was special for us.”

The bullshit sirens started going off in my mind, but I let it go.  Besides, if he’s fucking her, why the hell do I care if she sent him that one specific picture?

Because its mine.  That’s why.

Needless to say, two weeks later she let it slip that my favorite pic is now his favorite pic.  I became angry at her for lying to me, and jealous that this guy now shared something permanent with me.  I knew she’d get tired of fucking him sooner or later, but that picture would always be his. So we launched a little tit for tat exchange.  She brought up me fucking her friend two hours before fucking her, and sliding in a different girl she didn’t know about on a night I spent with her.  I brought up the fact that she hasn’t told me the truth about one single thing the entire year I’ve known her, and suggested she have her thigh joints replaced with hydraulic lifts to take some of the workload off her back.

That didn’t go over very well.

Anyway, after about a week of being jealous of my #1 girl, it dawned on me: God is jealous because he’s God, and everything in creation is rightfully his.  I am not God, so I do not have the right to be jealous simply because what I thought was mine clearly wasn’t.  In my case, jealousy was a wasted emotion.

Men, we’re only jealous of things we value – things we consider to be rightfully ours.  But in actuality, jealousy for us is nothing more than the realization that what we thought was ours really wasn’t.

I thought my #1 girl was mine, and I thought my favorite picture was mine, so I assigned value to it.  When it became evident that neither was mine, I became jealous.  I should have recognized that the jealousy I was experiencing was simply a wakeup call for me to stop overvaluing my #1 girl and the things I thought were special between us.

So unless you’re God and have the power to make the earth open up and swallow your woman to the pits of hell when she causes you to be jealous by showing attention to other men, you only have two other options.  The first is to crawl up on that relationship cross and forgive her, and the second is to reassign her value to an appropriate level.

Guess which one I recommend…

Things have changed quite a bit with my #1 girl since then.  She’s apologized for sending this guy my favorite pic when she knew I wouldn’t approve and then lying about it.  I’ll never forgive her (another thing I don’t have to do because I’m not God), but as I write this, I’m looking forward to seeing her in that smoking hot red dress tonight at a mutual friend’s annual Christmas Eve Eve party.  I’ve lowered her value in my mind and no longer expect the truth from her on anything of a private matter, and I no longer consider the things we share to be simply between the two of us.  Thanks to jealousy, I realized that I couldn’t have any sort of relationship with her outside of a physical one if it required trust of any kind.  She probably feels the same way about me, but that’s for her to blog about.

Jealousy exposes poor judgment in a man.  Jealousy is nature’s way of letting a man know that he has assigned too high of a value to a particular person or event.  If you’re living with jealousy over a girlfriend or an ex, you have placed her in a category higher than she deserves.

Remember, jealousy is nothing more than ego food for women – ego food made from the ground up emotions of feeble minded betas.  So if you find yourself fighting the demons of jealousy, fix it, chalk it up to poor decision making on your part, course correct, and never let it happen again.

Protect that which is yours, but never be jealous of that which can be given away by someone else.

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  2. OhioStater says:

    “God is jealous because he’s God, and everything in creation is rightfully his. I am not God, so I do not have the right to be jealous simply because what I thought was mine clearly wasn’t. In my case, jealousy was a wasted emotion. Men, we’re only jealous of things we value – things we consider to be rightfully ours. But in actuality, jealousy for us is nothing more than the realization that what we thought was ours really wasn’t.”

    Outstanding quote.

    If you are not careful other bloggers will get “jealous” when you steal readers that “rightfully” belong to them.

  3. Solomon II says:

    @OhioStater: Thanks a bunch. I don’t write to be popular, I write so I don’t shoot someone. Still, it’s good to be appreciated.

  4. Lovekraft says:

    People seem to think that following Christ makes one a wuss. Quite the opposite, as Christ spoke to power, and ruffled a lot of powerful feathers.

  5. Legion says:

    “Remember, jealousy is nothing more than ego food for women – ego food made from the ground up emotions of feeble minded betas… Protect that which is yours, but never be jealous of that which can be given away by someone else.”

    I’ m inclined to disagree. Jealousy is hard wired and ubiquitous among males. You can manage it but why fight it? Surpressing natural inclinations tends to be counterproductive in my mind. In the above example you discounted your jealously because you reasoned you were messing with other girls so it’s ok for her too. However, your jealous inclinations fit the Alpha model. A man of status often keeps more than one woman while insisting exclusitivity from them i.e. the double standard. Not very PC but historically congruent.

    [S2: Experiencing jealousy is Alpha, but sustaining it and living with it is Beta. Any time spent being jealous over a woman is time wasted that could be spent finding her replacement. Not historically congruent, but a damn good idea.]

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New Year’s Resolutions

Posted on March 24, 2011 by

December 26, 2010 by Solomon II 10 Comments

It’s good to be back after my month off.  I hope each and every one of you had a great Holiday season and are ready to start the New Year with the gusto of a marketing girl with daddy issues and the resilience of a rationalization hamster on steroids.

I can’t even imagine how many New Year’s Resolution posts are floating around the interwebs right now, so thanks for reading mine.  Here are the promises I’m making to myself for 2011, partially inspired by Wyatt Earp, James Bond, and James Kirk:

I. I am going to start reading my own blog.  There’s some solid material here – blatantly plagiarized and original alike, and I’d do well to take my own advice.  I will remind myself that knowledge is useless unless put into practice on a daily basis.

II. I will not be with more than two women at a time. I’ve been running three and four at a time, but I’m too old and busy to keep that up.  It’s actually starting to become more of a chore than anything else.  As always, the hotter the bitch, the stronger her entitlement monkey and louder her rationalization hamster, so I think I’ll keep one 8/9 for pride and one 6/7 for comfort.  I’ll switch them out when I get bored.

III. I’m done being blinded by beauty.  I will not take an ounce of shit from a woman in 2011 regardless of how beautiful she is or how much I want to keep her around. I will become an Alpha Cowboy of the Wyatt Earp kind: I’ll treat her like a lady when she acts like one, and hang her by the neck until dead if she crosses the line.  There will be no middle ground, no second chances, and no more “working through it”.  My life may be temporarily inconvenienced as forgiveness gives way to justice, but the end result will be worth it.

IV. I have 14 pounds to drop. I’ll do it before March 1st.  I need to tone up.  I’ll do it before June 1st.  I’m going to do my dead level best to bang my first “perfect 10” this summer.  A better body, false promises of commitment, and two tickets to the Canary Islands ought to do it.  All women are for sale spontaneous, so I just need the right currency to attract them.

V. I’m the type of person for whom being right is only part of the goal.  In addition to being right, I have a strange urge to confirm that everyone else understands my thinking.  If they disagree, that’s fine, I just need to be understood. I need to let this go and adopt a 007 persona: get in, kill my target, and get out without being caught.  It doesn’t matter if I get the credit or not, and it doesn’t matter who understands or agrees with me. My life will be simpler when I complete my James Bond 007 mission and get out without trying to melt a snowflake.  I can’t let my pride get in the way when they rationalize the breakup later, surround themselves with friends who assure them “they deserve better” and ultimately blame me for their fate.  Let cock #47 try to teach her a lesson, not me.  It’s a fool’s quest anyway.

VI. Courtesy of the commenter “Squared” on the post Run Forrest, Run I will adopt this policy when it comes to having female friends: “If I’m not fucking you now, fucking you soon, or using you to fuck other girls, you’re useless to me”.

VII. Like Captain Kirk, I will explore strange new worlds.  I will travel for pleasure instead of just for business, meet new people, and expand my social circle at home.  I can be a loner at times, and I’m going to change that. Snowflakes fall and melt, but when the weather changes, all a man has is his friends.

VIII. Even though I’m already doomed to burn for eternity in a Lake of Fire, I’m going to volunteer at the Children’s Hospital this year.  I’m starting in April when my Q1 travel schedule settles down.

IX. I will not give a traditional wedding to any woman who can’t give me a traditional honeymoon.  If she can ignore the outdated tradition of chastity, I can ignore the outdated tradition of marital commitment.  I realize this premise is unrealistic.  I also realize that the premise of a truly happy marriage is unrealistic at my age, since any woman worth a shit is married or engaged by the age of 25.  In addition, I will not give a greater level of respect or commitment to any woman than the least amount of respect or commitment she’s demanded from any other man.  I will not pay full retail price for outdated, used or damaged goods.

X. There’s no future in being a better man, so I will work hard to become a better woman.  I will give myself free reign to do whatever I want whenever I want, and I will do so with impunity.  I will demand the best for myself because I deserve it, and shame those who do not immediately offer it.  I will be faithful to my partner when it suits me, and adventurous when it doesn’t.  I will be bad and demand nothing but good in return.  I want it all, and I want you to give it to me right now.  I will find power and self confidence by being sexually promiscuous while ignoring the fact that I’m not accomplishing anything that your average chimp at the zoo hasn’t. I will demand that you accept, embrace and celebrate my actions because I am being true to my exceptionally unique self. I will righteously criticize those who engage in the exact same behavior I do, because unlike them, I’ll do it with style. Most importantly, if my Sex and the City lifestyle doesn’t pan out, I’ll blame it on whoever or whatever is closest to me.

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  1. Eumaios says:

    “In addition to being right, I have a strange urge to confirm that everyone else understands my thinking. If they disagree, that’s fine, I just need to be understood.”

    You’re not alone. It becomes easier to clam up when you realize that nobody would have understood you anyway.

  2. Solomon II says:

    @Eumaios: I’m getting better at it. I think the kicker is when I call a situation with 100% accuracy, nobody gets it, then my predictions come true and I say “See? This is EXACTLY what I said would happen.” and STILL nobody gets it.

    Had a good female friend (smart, beautiful, educated, etc.) get played like a fiddle only two weeks ago. I called it every step of the way since she shared their convo and texts with me. I couldn’t help her see what this guy was doing. Of course she quickly fucked him, then it all went to PUA hell. He treated her like the cheap piece of ass she is, and now she hates him for it. She hates the man she approached like a slut, interacted with like a slut, and slutted it up with on the second date for treating her like a slut. It’s all his fault.

    To this day, the only thing I can get out of her is “Well, you were kind of right, but…”

    I’ll stand by and watch it happen again, no doubt. Same old script, same old production. Only the actors playing the leading men will change.

  3. krauserpua says:

    Good stuff. Number IX looks rather like Edited ;)

    [S2: He was a smart man indeed. Brilliant, really. Handsome devil too.]

  4. Lisa says:

    Impressive list. I like VIII. You’ll have wiped the slate clean and who knows, maybe you’ll meet a sweet, wholesome nurse who can give you that traditional honeymoon you long for.

    I have to say, this looks like stuff you already do-looks like the only real resolution is to get that elusive “perfect 10.”

    Happy New Year to you and all your readers!

    [S2: Wholesome nurse? I think they keep those with the unicorns. And yes, most of the list echoes things I already do in part, but it's time to do them consistently. Developing a second nature of sorts. As for the other, I already let one perfect 10 slip (stupid morals) but I wont let it happen again.]

  5. Willy says:

    Good to have you back!

    I love X. Of course I trust its satire. We don’t need any more male adoption of female traits.

  6. WP says:

    It is borderline depressing to meet/interact with an X-archetype person (male/female). Depressing in the sense that I have some hope for “people” in general.

    I’m not sure if its defense mechanisms or the rationalization hamster taking extra doses of roids, but by age 40+, those people have some seriously chilling repressed issues.

    (I was recently cougar hunting and got to speak in depth, over quite a period of time, with 2 45ish y/o women, 1 with kid california blonde, 1 without kids japanese national expat to USA, both divorced, ). Seriously, once you understand their inner workings… scary.

  7. Double E says:

    I live in Tokyo. Dear God and little catfish, I’ve never seen anything as scary as an aggressive divorced Japanese cougar.

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  9. Eumaios says:

    Solomon: As I see it, there are maidens, matrons, and harlots. We may have to pretend to deal with the harlots on equal terms, but why stress about anything that happens to them?

    Rhetorical question, as it happens. Some of the harlots are our friends and sisters. So I care, without sympathizing in the least.

    [S2: Wisdom and understanding are a match made in man heaven. "So I care, without sympathizing in the least." is a fine example of how men should approach the harlots in their lives. I know plenty of them, and I truly do care about their well being, but I don't feel a bit sorry for them when they make the same mistakes over and over and over.]

  10. finndistan says:

    Number IX hits a spot which affects most men.

    Most women are not able to provide a traditional honeymoon, and are not willing to hold on to the promises made by the wedding wows.

    Most women still demand the man to provide his traditional roles, defined by state, church, mosque and society, while she will at any time provide a role that she decides is the right one, at that given time.

    Men are the only ones to break this cycle.

    Do not commit if she is not worth it, and do not marry if she will not fulfill the role marriage asks for.

    In addition, I will not give a greater level of respect or commitment to any woman than the least amount of respect or commitment she’s demanded from any other man. I will not pay full retail price for outdated, used or damaged goods.

    The number one rule to apply when selecting for long term.

    Though I could be lenient if she had one, two or three casual sex instances, which did not get repeated as they felt wrong. Everyone makes mistakes. Four strikes you’re out. (Comes from the sayings “God gives three chances”. “The fourth jump kills the grasshopper”, folklore does have its truisms)

    I do not remember who said it, “She needs to worship your dick”
    She cannot worship it if she has tasted the better dicks who would only rodeo with her under the condition of no strings being attached.
    No matter who you are, there is always a better dick. Always.

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Leftovers

Posted on March 23, 2011 by

November 24, 2010 by Solomon II 8 Comments

When this post goes live I’ll be checking in to a hotel, preparing to celebrate my sixth consecutive Thanksgiving out of town tomorrow.  My mother is a little pissed, but hey, my office seems hell bent on making the single guys travel during the Holidays so the married folk can spend time with their families.  Small price to pay for enduring freedom if you ask me.  Still, I miss my niece and nephew terribly, and there’s no denying that Solomon II is a big mama’s boy.

So once again being 1,400 miles from home and 2,300 miles away from my parents on Thanksgiving, I’ll be relegated to leftover turkey and dressing at my ex girlfriend’s place on Saturday when I get home.

That’s just sad, man.  I need to get it together.

But I don’t just eat leftovers, I also date them.  Like a cold turkey sandwich pales in comparison to the glory in which it entered the dining room as a juicy bird on Thanksgiving, so do the women in my life pale in comparison to the glory days of their youth.  Enough men to form two NHL hockey teams have come before me and feasted upon their beauty, ravaged their femininity, devoured their gentle spirit and had their fill before placing the jaded leftovers they couldn’t consume in the dating market fridge, loosely sealed in old tupperware with my initials on the lid.

Thanks guys.  Though I don’t blame you one bit, rest assured I’m working hard to return the favor one 22 year old at a time.

A quick Google search returned hundreds of recipes for turkey leftovers.  This inspired me to come up with clever ways of repurposing my own dating market  leftovers.  Sure it’s no substitute for a decent woman of character, but I’m told I should be thankful to even have leftovers while so many other men are supposedly starving.  At least the turkey recipes are strikingly similar to most of the women in today’s dating market in that they call for two small breasts, two fat thighs, loose skin, and a left wing.

Here’s your Thanksgiving dating leftover recipe courtesy of Chef Solomon II:

1. Start with one woman, aged harshly for 30 years.

2. Thaw that frigid bitch out if you can.

3. No need to dress.  She’s already been stuffed.  Plenty.

4. Preheat oven to 69 degrees because its funny.

5. Remove excess narcissism and princess complex using a depedestalization tool.

6. Tenderize using push-pull tactics and gentle negs to keep interest.

7. Add a pinch of logic just for fun.  Don’t worry.  You won’t be able to taste it later.

8. Bake for 3 months, or until you get tired of it.

9. Don’t overcook, or leftovers may leave you for another Chef.

10. Remove leftovers from oven and pretend to commit to them until cool.

Though your leftovers may not be as satisfying as you’d like, they can still be quite filling if you consume enough.  Variety is the name of the game so be sure to gorge yourself on the most interesting dishes you can find, or even eat off of some other sucker’s plate when you can.  When you’re done enjoying, make sure you save all the crumbs to pass off to the next fool.

Some guys will eat anything.

And with that bit of ill thought advice which will probably get overlooked due to the Holiday, I bid you Happy Turkey Day from Beverly Hills.

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  1. Keoni Galt says:

    Very clever Solomon….you should submit this one to the Spearhead!

  3. finndistan says:

    Leftovers are just good for that. Leaving them when when whatever you wanted to do is done and over.

    Sounds harsh maybe, but hey, you are not doing anything new, and the leftovers were not thinking about your feelings when they were being leftovered left and right by other guys, not you, when they were not stuffed and frozen yet, when they were fresh. Having been on both sides, I am cool with this fact of life.

    As coincidence has it, this weekend I got to hear
    “Why are you talking with me?”
    And in my head the only answer I thought of was a different phrasing of “Because you are not a leftover”

  4. jack says:

    S2:

    Do you or do you not think that eventually we will see some sort of “inflection point”, as the economists call it? A point where the attention-whore arms race will experience a definable reversal?

    We have seen each escalation of unrestrained female behavior, the current bubble probably beginning with the Madonna wanna-be girls in the 1980s. Though the general trend started earlier, this was the point where serious acceleration seemed to occur. Madonna and her imitators really sold young girls on the idea of selling (pimping, really) their youth and beauty in order to maximize attention from men.

    Hear me out on this: I think that even though those girls never had any intention on reciprocating the admiration from the young betas, those young betas were still necessary to those girls. Every war has its elite soldiers as well as soldiers who are cannon fodder. Nova Seeker might call them the “envious onlookers”.

    Anyway, the arms race has continued apace for some time. But where can they go from here? Will we stabilize at this new plateau of slut culture? Is this the new normal? Or must we regress to the mean?

    At some point, won’t women see the loathsome depths to which they must descend in order to compete with the current crop of women?

    To cite a parallel, I will point to the tatoo bubble we are in. Used to be, you only needed a couple tattoos to be “edgy”. Now, you need a lot of them, possibly getting sleeved.

    Won’t many young people demonstrate their “edgy” rebellion by rejecting tattoos? I think so.

    And slut culture may follow. There may come a group of young women that begin to realize that you can’t turn a slut back into a potential wife, just as you can’t turn bread back into dough.

    Kind of a rambling comment, but I think you probably get the idea of what I’m saying.

  5. Squared says:

    Another day, another golden post from our truly outstanding host. Great stuff from top to bottom.

    Jack:

    “And slut culture may follow. There may come a group of young women that begin to realize that you can’t turn a slut back into a potential wife, just as you can’t turn bread back into dough.”

    This might be the million dollar question. Is there a large enough number of modern women (young and old) who are sufficiently capable of introspective reflection, self-awareness and modesty to understand the error of their ways and to bring your theory to life? The eternal pessimist in me says no. But then again, I was born in 87, this is all I’ve ever seen.

    Things could still change for the better, but as always, it’ll either come as a result of one catastrophe or another befalling the human race, or as a result of a group of men somewhere leading the charge. Women won’t just get their act together on their own.

  6. Solomon II says:

    @Jack and Squared: I think women are incapable of seeing their own faults, so there’s no hope for this generation. However, the next generation or two of women who see how the Sex and the City lifestyle played out for other women may actually decide to put an end to the cycle. Women can’t see their own faults, but they’re experts at finding fault in others. Either way, it’ll be a cycle, and we’ll undoubtedly find ourselves in this situation again.

  7. jack says:

    I’m not suggesting introspection and self-awareness, especially since I am postulating that YOUNGER women will drive this change.

    What I AM suggesting is that it is possible that the failure of the current paradigm will become so blatantly obvious that even young naive women will reject slut culture.

    A goo friend of mine tends to think that people only get stupider. Possibly, but if that was true, humans would have died off long ago. To paraphrase Winston Churchill “Humans will always do the right thing. But only after every other method fails.”

    Consider this: We are still a few years away from the first wave of slut culture “empowerment” girls reaching old age. What are young girls going to think when they see endless embittered shrews who have no man who will invest time or attention in them?

    They will have to reckon with that information, even if only to rationalize it away. But it will be a new reality that they have not had to rationalize away before.

    Trees don’t grow all the way to the sky, and human trends eventually turn, simply because most human folly is not sustainable.

  8. greyghost says:

    Good advice/recipe for the modern man.

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Run Forrest, Run!

Posted on March 23, 2011 by

November 19, 2010 by Solomon II 10 Comments

The other night TBS ran one of my all time favorite movies, Forrest Gump.  I came in somewhere around the part where Forrest found Jenny playing guitar in the nude for a bunch of drunken military guys, and tried to defend her honor.

In many ways, I am like Forrest Gump.  Forrest wasn’t a Beta, because he went to war and never backed down from a fight when there was good cause, but he wasn’t Alpha either because he truly cared for his childhood friend and love interest even though she was a bit of a slag and put him through constant turmoil.  He even put himself in harms way to defend her on multiple occasions.

He was actually a decent, honest, caring, trustworthy, dimwitted man.  Perhaps that’s why I identify with him so much. When I was featured in a dear friend’s blog post under the title “Stupid is as stupid does”, it was quite the wakeup call.  I thought I was the only one who recognized the Gump in me.  It was humbling to know that my friend noticed it as well, then mocked me for “ending up in the same situations over and over again”.

Sometimes my heart goes out to the women around me, especially when I know about their childhood or early teen years.  It pains me to hear woman after woman tell of all the “mistakes” they made down through the years after having a rough childhood.

I’m not a White Knight.  I never feel the need to rush in and save a woman from her decade long binge of bad decision making.  But I do have a heart for others and I want to be a good friend to those I care about – regardless of where life has taken them or where they have chosen to roam.

It is with this burden, this curse of actually caring about others, that I often get screwed over by the Jennys in my life.  If you recall from the movie, Jenny finally showed back up in Forrest’s life just in time to die and leave him with a child.  Been there, done that – sans child of course.

This phenomenon seems inherently female to me. Not once have I ever had a male friend that I helped out in a pinch or supported through some rough times take my efforts for granted or act like I owed him something.  Then again, I’m not a pussified bleeding heart liberal who passes out charity to just anyone.  I help those who are close and special to me. Yet for some reason, it only seems to be the women who capitalize on my kindness and fly away as soon as their broken wings are mended.

Your experience may be different.  I’m simply writing about what I’ve lived.

Down through the years, I have been trampled on by the worst of women in one way or another.  It didn’t take me long to learn that allowing women with troubled pasts to be a part of my life in a romantic way was a recipe for disaster, but I never seemed to learn that befriending them and truly caring about them outside of a relationship could be just as detrimental.

As we approach the New Year, I, like untold millions of others, will be making my New Year’s Resolutions.  A major part of my resolutions this year will be to cut these women out of my life – friends, coworkers, ex lovers, family members – everyone.  It’s the most selfish act I think I have ever pondered, and just writing it out makes me feel like a Judas.

Still, I can’t ignore the lessons of 2010.  I can’t forget that stupid is as stupid does.  I must look back and recognize that 90% of this year’s vexation was delivered by the hands of women, with an ex lover and a coworker being among the worst.  I don’t blame these women for doing what they naturally do, I blame myself for ignoring my better judgment and giving them the opportunity to disrupt my life over and over again.

When I was a child, my father had a daily radio broadcast where he would bring morning devotions and prayers to the people of Chicago.  He’d end every broadcast with the phrase “Be kind to everyone, because everyone’s having a tough time.”  As a young and impressionable child listening to his father, I took this to heart.  Sadly, I think it was the worst advice the old man could have ever given me.

The purpose of this short essay is three fold: To get me in the mindset of thinking about the man I want to be in the New Year, to encourage you to do the same, and to give fair warning to every Jenny in my life that Forrest is about to run like hell and not look back.

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  1. Lavazza says:

    Maybe this is some help:

    “1.33 In relationships, the mind becomes purified by cultivating feelings of friendliness towards those who are happy, compassion for those who are suffering, goodwill towards those who are virtuous, and indifference or neutrality towards those we perceive as wicked or evil.
    (maitri karuna mudita upekshanam sukha duhka punya apunya vishayanam bhavanatah chitta prasadanam) ”

    Being friends with people suffering will drag you down and into their suffering.

  2. Squared says:

    “As we approach the New Year, I, like untold millions of others, will be making my New Year’s Resolutions. A major part of my resolutions this year will be to cut these women out of my life – friends, coworkers, ex lovers, family members – everyone. It’s the most selfish act I think I have ever pondered, and just writing it out makes me feel like a Judas.”

    I did this about a year ago. “If I’m not fucking you now, fucking you soon, or using you to fuck other girls, you’re useless to me”, was my motto. Cut a few parasitical guys out of my life as well (they’re not as common as their female counterparts, but they exist, believe me). Within 15 minutes, my facebook friends list had shrunk by just under 50%. It was quite therapeutic. Kind of like crushing one pesky, blood-hungry mosquito after another.

    What resulted was a much more manageable social life and a significantly more tranquil (albeit slightly more boring) existence. Overall, a big net positive for me. You won’t regret it.

  3. Lovekraft says:

    forrest was raised by his mother who had assorted paramours to mess with his young mind. So naturally he’d be confused about dealing with a trainwreck like Jenny. A father in his life would have told him to set his sights lower and assist the assistable.

  4. Solomon II says:

    @Squared: “If I’m not fucking you now, fucking you soon, or using you to fuck other girls, you’re useless to me.”

    Fucking brilliant.

  5. Anony says:

    I HATE that fucking film. Because I’m exactly like FG. Well, I suppose not exactly. I’m waaay smarter than him. Not that it keeps me from hanging on, waiting, wishing Jenny would come to her senses and be with me. I’ve wasted fucking years of my life waiting on women I’d gotten fixated on. Like Forrest, they only used me for their convenience and didn’t/couldn’t love me back. Like Forrest, they weren’t even fucking me. Like Forrest, I only got called when they were in some extreme mess (often because of some other guy they chose), and Like Forrest, I always helped them, at cost to myself. Like Forrest, they said “thanks!” brightly and cheerfully and scampered off into somebody else’s arms.

    The scenes at the end when she finally dies of AIDS and Forrest is still faithfully sitting by her grave make me soooo FUCKING furious…

    With myself.

    Fuck.

  6. Solomon II says:

    @Anony: I hear you, man. I felt the same way a few years ago, but I finally wised up and realized I needed to make a change. A woman can’t put you trough anything unless you let her.

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    Obligatory…

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Proverb 22: Emotionally Single

Posted on March 23, 2011 by

November 15, 2010 by Solomon II 17 Comments

Just when I think I have modern women all figured out; just when I’m comfortable looking any young woman in the eye and telling her where she’s been and where she’ll end up, a new truth becomes evident.

I’m no psychologist, but I am a keen observer of humanity.  I also have the Scorpio’s infamous sixth sense, notice behavioral trends, and can boil them down to mathematical formulas in my mind on the spot.  Though I still won’t pretend to know why women do what they do, I can predict their behavior with stunning accuracy.  Nothing pisses off women more than when I pull out the little white envelope I mailed to myself weeks earlier, show them the official USPS stamp proving it was from weeks or months ago, have them open it, and it reads “You have been sleeping with either Jack or Tom.  You started flirting with one of them right after I missed your birthday due to business travel”. The postmark on the envelope proves that I wrote it and mailed it before I even left for the trip.

I’ve only done that twice.  I’d do it more often, but I’d have to get a second job to cover postage costs with the liars that have been running through my life in the past year.  Sure it’s a bit theatrical, but then again, it guarantees a priceless look on her pretty little face.

While the overt stupidity of girl logic reveals itself to me like a two year old confessing to stealing a cookie, the more subtle things they say often pass me by.  When a statement does catch my attention – usually revealed by her using her thumb to rub her index knuckle, a half-octave drop in her voice, or glazed eyes due to elevated blood pressure – I latch on like a dog to a chicken bone. I’m a very hard man to lie to.  It sucks, actually.  You have no idea how mentally exhausting it is to know you’re being lied to constantly.  I don’t believe in psychic abilities or any of that jazz, but I truly am a human lie detector.  In business, its my savior; in relationships, my curse.

Out of the blue the other night, during casual conversation, this girl I’m fucking says to me, “I was single for seven months after Bill…”

I stopped.  I know this girl.  There’s no way in hell she went seven months without a cock or three because she’s an attention whore who needs to feel powerful and relevant.  She, like dozens of other women who have blown through my life over the past several years, was not purposely snowflaking.  She meant what she said.  She truly believes that she was single for seven months after she got booted for cheating on her last boyfriend (shit just keeps getting better for ole S2 doesn’t it?).

Believe it or not, I’m not always a dick.  In fact, if you knew how much crap I let women get away with, you’d probably stop reading my blog.  I’ve learned over the years that making a whore feel bad for being a whore is the last thing you should do if you want to get laid. What good is a whore if she’s not fucking you?  Nada.  So I try to keep my mouth shut, keep the pussy coming, and take my frustrations out in these writings.

So with that in mind I proceeded with caution, and out of sheer curiosity to see if I was right yet again, I gently guided her to tell me what she was up to during that time.

Take a wild guess.

Anyway, that’s when it dawned on me.  Most of the time when women say (snowflake) they’ve been single for X months, what they mean is they were emotionally single.  Bottom line is they had plenty of cock, but they weren’t receiving emotional commitment or support from any of it.  When they get tired of fucking around, they go get another McBoyfriend to stick around for a few months if they’re lucky, and then the process repeats itself.  It’s a win-win situation in that she gets to stuff her hole with the cock of the month, but pretend to be a woman of character later when she leaves out the details of what she was up to during her period of emotional singledom.

Brilliant, really.

This phenomenon may also explain how most women can lie with a straight face about how many men they’ve been with.  They count the number of boyfriends they’ve had while discounting the number of men who for whom they were nothing more than a jizz receptacle.  The concept of being emotionally single actually helps me understand a lot about my past girlfriends and flings who would say “I’ve only had 5 boyfriends my whole life”, yet they were bare ass up on the roof of my building getting fucked against a rather impressive downtown skyline on the first or second date.

I always knew they were full of shit, but I never had a term for it until now.

So there you have it.  I know it’s no great revelation that women turn into willing cum dumpsters between boyfriends (thank god, otherwise I’d have to become a respectable man) but I think I’m actually starting to understand the mindset which leads them to self righteously portray themselves as “single” during that time. The fact that they lie about it doesn’t surprise me in the least; it’s the fact that they actually believe their own lies that boggles my mind.

Just for fun, here it is one more time:

I guess “I was single for seven months” sounds better than “In the time between Bill’s committed cock and your committed cock, I filled my time with uncommitted cock from guys who are obviously smarter than both of you”.

Emotionally single.  Gotta love that rationalization hamster!

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  2. Slartibartfast says:

    I don’t even bother asking about prior cocks anymore. I just assume ‘being single’ means ‘slutting it up’ to one degree or another. I also get that sixth sense you were talking about but unfortunately for me it tends to be very vague and I usually ignore the little voice in my head only to get confirmation later on that I was indeed right. I think it’s very important to listen to women. Not because they are saying anything of interest or importance but because the best way to discern their past behavior is not necessarily by direct questioning but by the discrepancies in their stories. Invariably women will forget they told you something only to add or omit details on the second or third telling of said story.

  3. Lisa says:

    You don’t want to know how long I’ve gone between boyfriends being single- really single, in every sense of the word. I can’t understand why some women are more than willing to take meaningless sex over no sex- it only damages their self-esteem even further.

  4. Solomon II says:

    @ JG: Thanks. I calls it as I sees it.

    @ Slartibarfast: What you describe is usually how I roll when I’m not with a serious girlfriend. I have a pretty good “dont ask, don’t tell” policy. But when I think someone might stick around for a while, character is of great importance to me. Still, I’m learning to tune them out.

    @ Lisa: Some women settle for meaningless sex because their value is between their legs. They know this. Of course, that doesn’t stop them from trying to convince themselves otherwise. Though I too am guilty of meaningless sex, I don’t kid myself about it. I’m rotten and pose a high risk for a committed relationship due to my actions. Just once I’d like to hear a woman admit that about herself. It’ll never happen.

  5. Lisa says:

    I’ve had some meaningless sex as well, and I can say without a doubt that it’s not worth it, no matter how attractive the guy is. I felt worse afterwords, not better. I feel kind of sorry for these women who keep repeating this pattern and not learning from their mistakes-their self-esteem will be damaged beyond repair and the possibility of marriage will become slim.

  6. Slartibartfast says:

    I don’t believe most girls are consciously settling for meaningless sex. When people are single, for the most part they are still out there dating and from my experience most women stick to the 3 date rule, if not sooner and surely by the 5th or 6th date. So, while 5 or 6 dates is not enough time to have ‘meaningful’ sex with someone, one can surely convince themselves that they are working towards something meaningful and lasting. Of course as I reread the prior sentences I realize that regardless of their wishes, by their willingness to give it up so easily they are settling for meaningless sex. I think you covered this in your McBoyfriend essay.

  7. Slartibartfast says:

    And btw, whats wrong with meaningless sex??!!??

    [S2 says: There's nothing wrong with a woman having tons of meaningless sex as long as she doesn't require me to look at it as a holy union between two people simply because she's ready to settle down. If a woman routinely allows men she doesn't know to aggressively penetrate her body and brag about it to his buddies later, then great. But I won't allow her to hold me to a higher standard when her clock starts ticking. If they were allowed to hit it and quit it without commitment, I'll have the same thank-you-very-much. What's wrong with meaningless sex? Nada. It's the hypocrisy and the propensity to charge retail price for used goods that pisses me off.]

  8. Lisa says:

    @slartibartfast: Truthfully, there is no such thing as totally meaningless sex- it always means something. An ego boost, self-validation-it could be mean many things. And yes, many women follow the 3 date rule, but how many of them end up in committed relationships, let alone marriages? Look at all the single women in their late 30s and early 40s. What were they doing all through their 20? Not looking for a nice quality husband, that’s for sure.

  9. Hmmm, very very interesting post. Something I’ve kinda always understood, but have been unable to articulate the way that you have.

  10. JJ says:

    I’m living that post right now. Me and my ex have been broken up for 6 months but we work together and sleep together a few times a week but I happened to see a response she wrote to somebody’s ad online and she said that she has been single for six months and though she works with her ex “me”), she doesn’t see me outside of work. LOL!!!! So, i’m assuming that when i hear a ‘single” girl says that is still “friends’ with her ex, that means that their still banging their ex.

  11. JG says:

    “It’s the hypocrisy and the propensity to charge retail price for used goods that pisses me off”

    Darn right. No confident man in his right mind is going to pay luxury retail prices for used goods (gently or otherwise!) that belong at the charity resale store. I’ve got to laugh at women who hold out on good guys and make them wait but who willingly gave it up to bad boys. Any man who would allow that deserves to be used as her personal outhouse.

    Let the religious guys pay retail for used women who rode the carousel. And ladies, your ‘conversion’ following your Wile E. Coyote moment doesn’t change the fact that you screwed away your best youthful years (for those women who lived that lifestyle, I know there are exceptions).

    [S2 says: "Any man who would allow that deserves to be used as her personal outhouse." Or as another commenter said over at The Spearhead, "deserves to burn for eternity in the fires of marriage". I completely agree. I'm going to write a post on this after the first of the year.]

  12. finndistan says:

    “But I won’t allow her to hold me to a higher standard when her clock starts ticking. If they were allowed to hit it and quit it without commitment, I’ll have the same thank-you-very-much. What’s wrong with meaningless sex? Nada. It’s the hypocrisy and the propensity to charge retail price for used goods that pisses me off.”

    Amen.

  13. Eve says:

    Just curious, what do YOU call YOUR status when you are banging sluts in between your committed relationships? And if women who have casual sex are “nothing more than a jizz receptacle”, what are those of you (including you) called… “jizz donors”? How is your “It’s the hypocrisy and propensity to charge retail price for used goods” any different from the sluts”?

  14. Solomon II says:

    @Eve: Thanks for the perfect example of an ad hominem argument. Do you actually read what I write, or just sift through til you find something to be a total cunt about?

    Let me help you, sweetie.

    In this very essay, I wrote “thank god, otherwise I’d have to become a respectable man.”

    In my post “Elevator Speech” I wrote “Recognize flaws within yourself and actively work to right them, but never let a woman convince you to consider your own personal flaws as a valid reason to overlook hers.”

    These are just two quick examples.

    I recommend you put your hamster on a leash and read this: http://solomongroup.wordpress.com/2010/09/02/proverb-8-the-myth-of-the-double-standard/

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  16. Dude you are so on I’ts not even funny!!!! This blog rocks!!!!!!!!!

  17. Doug1 says:

    Bottom line – most girls who date, fuck these days in slutty America. They don’t fuck every guy they go on a first date with, maybe one out of three or four. But the more they date, the more they fuck new and more men.

    Hey, it’s been good for me. But don’t fall in love with that type.

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The Elevator Speech

Posted on March 22, 2011 by

November 11, 2010 by Solomon II 25 Comments

In my professional world, we often help clients by designing interactive programs which seamlessly integrate with their overall corporate messaging.  Taking a “one voice” approach to all their marketing efforts takes time and money, but in the end, the cohesiveness of their external communication builds familiarity and brand awareness among the target clientele.

Often the most difficult part of this process is coming up with what we call an “elevator speech”.  The theory here is to come up with a terse yet educational response to a potential client when he asks “So, what do you do?” and you only have 90 seconds between a few floors to make your pitch.  Conveying the scope and purpose of a company including end user benefits in a memorable way in less than 90 seconds can be a daunting task.

The situation is similar in the Manosphere.  All too often I find myself talking with a friend or coworker out on a show site somewhere about their interaction with women, and it’s hard to give them advice or convey the lessons I’ve learned without needing a formal hour long presentation.  How do you explain female hypergamy, the rationalization hamster, and a host of other concepts during casual conversation with some guy who just wants to lament about his wife or girlfriend?

Those of us who write and read these blogs are no smarter than the average man.  The only thing that gives us a leg up in the dating and marriage arena is the fact that we take what most men intrinsically know and give it proper terminology.  We then use that terminology to define a situation and react accordingly using proven strategies.  I guess what I’m getting at is that while most men are busy ranting A, B, C, D, E, F, G… we quickly assess the situation, call it the alphabet, and keep on moving.

It pains me to sit and listen to an otherwise educated a man say “It’s like, I don’t know, man.  I mean, sometimes I just think that… well, I want to say something, but I’m not sure what she’s thinking, so… I… I don’t know, man.  I can’t figure her out.” I do my best to help by listening and giving targeted advice, but often I simply don’t have the time to help a man understand and accept what he already knows.  I can’t simply look at a friend or coworker and say “Her clock is ticking and you’re a willing Beta, but her hypergamous nature is causing her to struggle between settling for you and taking one last ride on the Alpha cock carousel.  Her rationalization hamster will allow her to do both without guilt, and when she’s done she’ll undoubtedly blame you for putting her in a position to have to choose in the first place.  In the end, you’ll be showered with shaming language if you refuse to accept responsibility for her actions.”

We need an elevator speech.  A quick summation of basic points to get these guys started down the road to enlightenment.  Something to pique their interest and get them interested in researching ways to improve their married or dating lives.

Although it would be impossible to condense everything a man needs to know in to one 90 second sound bite, we need to start somewhere.  I’ve been wondering what I would say to an 18 year old Solomon II if I had the chance to go back in time and speak with him for only 90 seconds.  Of course, I’m sure 18 year old S2 would tell me to go fuck myself, but for the purpose of illustration, let’s assume the little asshole would listen.  I think the one 90 second elevator speech that would have helped me the most is:

“There are no good women, and there are no bad women.  There are just women.  Women do what they want when they want and justify their actions later.  That’s why it’s important to find a woman of character who is naturally inclined to do the things which are wholesome, respectful, productive, and conducive to rearing the offspring produced by your potential union.

A woman’s character is of utmost importance.  A woman’s past actions matter.  In fact, her past matters more than anything else because it reveals the character she developed during her impressionable years.  A woman may change what she does, but she can’t change who she is or repair her reputation.  Like hot or cold water eventually comes back to room temperature when no external forces are present, so a woman returns to her base character level when no external forces are present.  If you choose to be a woman’s external force in order to exact a temperature change within her, don’t be surprised when she reverts to her room temperature character the moment you’re not around.

What defines a woman of good character varies from man to man.  Know which character traits are important to you.  Study to learn the signs of these traits, and study harder to learn how manipulative women mimic these traits when they are not in possession of them.  Judge harshly and without apology.  Recognize flaws within yourself and actively work to right them, but never let a woman convince you to consider your own personal flaws as a valid reason to overlook hers.

Recognize, protect, and celebrate a woman of good character, for she is exceedingly rare.  Recognize, expose, and shame a woman of low character for she is a parasite driven by consumption and will kill her host.  Above all, know that a woman of character and a woman of risible morals are often indistinguishable at first glance.  Only the erudite man committed to attaining the knowledge and skills to determine one from the other stands a chance of reaching his full potential.”

At least a few of the major topics are covered: Virgin/Whore Syndrome and the Rationalization Hamster in paragraph 1, Double Standards and White Knighting in paragraph 2, Shaming Language in paragraph 3, and Snowflaking in paragraph 4.

Whether or not this is an acceptable elevator speech is debatable, but at least it’s a start.  It’s not too offensive, and outside of the workplace, it shouldn’t set off too many alarms with the PC police.  You can even express this viewpoint around women since the majority of them would undoubtedly agree – what with each and every single one of them being perfect and blameless women of impeccable character.

Simple bitches.

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  1. Double E says:

    Well spoken, sir. Well spoken.

  2. jj says:

    I’m really liking your blog, everything you say about is true because I’ve been through it, so its the truth.

  3. dalrock says:

    You should contact Welmer and ask if he will post this as a guest piece on The Spearhead.

    [Thanks. Maybe I will. BTW, I have no idea why your comments keep getting hung up in moderation.]

  4. Bob says:

    This elevator-speech conept has some serious potential. Could be just the thing the Manosphere needs to get out of the blogs. I’ll be interested to see where this goes.

  5. Solomon II says:

    @Bob: Thanks. And you’re right. We do need to find a way to get out of the blogs and in to the mainstream. All we need is a bit of national exposure to start getting our message out. The problem is that the entire female population would condemn our message along with the 80% of men who are pussy whipped betas. The 20% of men left who are greater Betas or Alphas wouldn’t be too eager to publicly sign on either for fear of retribution from the rest of the population.

    Alpha males have to hold a job too. There’s a reason most of us don’t post under our real names or even disclose our location. We know the man who would be the Manosphere’s Savior would undoubtedly get nailed to a cross, so instead, we opt to become anonymous disciples of the man we’d like to be.

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  7. Lisa says:

    I’m a female reader and I believe you have made a lot of valid points. I just disagree with you that the majority of women are this way. Most of my friends were married by age 25. I do know some women who slutted around, but I still believe that’s the exception. But who knows, I’m 39, so maybe things really have changed that drastically since my 20′s.

  8. Solomon II says:

    @Lisa: I work in marketing, advertising and PR in a major city, so my world is slut central. I hear it’s the same in the medical and legal fields too around here. I understand we’ve had different experiences, but I think you may be bang on about things having changed drastically in the past 9 to 19 years.

    Thanks for the comment.

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  10. Gunslingergregi says:

    Naaa nothing has changed it is the same.

    What has changed is the knowledge of men about how they are being fucked.

  11. Lisa says:

    Do you ever feel as though, in a small way, you are perpetuating the problem? Sort of like “if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem?” Maybe if men would turn their back on these women, the women would be forced to act classier.

  12. Solomon II says:

    @Gunslingergregi: You’re probably right. Men are now acknowledging women for who they are. They are seeing them as they are and not as they see themselves.

    @Lisa: My entire goal in life is to be a part of the problem. It’s not my job to force social change. Somebody is going to bang these girls, so it might as well be me. Even the “good girls” are susceptible to their own nature, so knowing how to engage that nature is of great importance to me. Read my post “Special Needs Girls” to see what I’m talking about.

  13. Lisa says:

    I read that post, and it was hilarious. But the term “boyfriend” is used so casually these days, that for all you know she’d only had maybe one or two dates with him. Or maybe she was getting ready to dump him anyway.

    Regardless, I am still not convinced of the fact that every woman in your world class, cosmopolitan city is a slut. I don’t know what you look like, but if women fall into bed with you with seemingly no effort, you’re probably quite stunning. Which means you have options.

  14. novaseeker says:

    Lisa –

    It has changed quite a bit since then. I’m 43, so around your age range. When I was in my 20s the number of promiscuous women in that age range was smaller than it is now. Not “objectively small” where I was living at the time (Manhattan), mind you, but still smaller than it is now. There was another generational shift (it’s almost a generation between the 40ish age range and the folks in their early 20s now).

    Also, location matters. Even today. The major league big blue coastal cities are *very* promiscuous in that age range today. NY, DC, SF, LA, Miami, etc. When you get to places in the middle of the country, the promiscuity culture is still there, of course, but much less prominent than in the big blue coastals. The reason is that the women who are interested in riding the alpha carousel want to go bright lights big city so that they can do the SATC imitation and so on. You do that in Manhattan or LA, not in Omaha.

    As for the “being a part of the problem” — it doesn’t really work that way, and it never has. The reason why is that there are *always* men who will line up for sex, if it is on offer. Men are inherently less discriminatory when it comes to sexual partners, and numerous studies back this up. So, if a woman is providing access to sex and is reasonably attractive, most men will grab it — and that’s known by men and women alike. In the current arena, that means that the alpha males get most of the sex, because in the locales mentioned above, the women are deploying sex in order to access “Mr. Big” –> and Mr. Big will screw all the way down to 5s-6s if they are on offer, sexually, meaning that the guys who are sexually attractive can, and do, monopolize the sex market for ~40-50% of the women in these places (at least the ones who are in the sex market to begin with).

    Seen in this context, Game is simply a way for the rest of the men to “crash the party”, in terms of making themselves more sexually attractive to the women, and thereby grab access to some of this sex that is being more easily doled out by more women than at any time since our species was swinging from the trees. It was an adaptation that was virtually inevitable, given (1) how easily so many women were doling out sexual access yet (2) how constrained the percentage of men was to whom this liberal access was being given. It was to be expected that some of the rest of the men would find a way to squeeze themselves into that scenario, because otherwise it can very much be a feast-or-famine scenario, and you don’t want to be among the starving.

    Nothing about this will change until women themselves begin to police each other again, as they did in the past, because they saw this as being in their collective self-interest (if too many women are giving away the milk for free, it screws the women who want to make men commit to get the milk). Unfortunately, women as a class are totally not there, and instead are over on the other side of that argument, viewing this behavior as liberating and empowering. And to some extent, on a very visceral level it is so — because it gives women sexual access to alphas on a liberal basis, which is existentially a big win for women, really. The trouble is that it makes commitment more elusive, and also alienates a lot of men who are stuck on the sidelines while the great orgy is taking place with ~20% of the men.

  15. Solomon II says:

    @Lisa: I’m not stunning. In fact, I’d be completely average if I didn’t have a few inches in height on most other men. I think it’s the fact that I make good money and have a “don’t give me shit or I just might kill you” attitude that seems to attract a decent amount of pretty damn good looking women.

    Keep in mind that a woman being “slutty” is not what this blog is about. It’s about them being liars and manipulators – it just so happens that they lie a lot about being ridden by every swinging dick in the city and manipulate men into thinking they’re marrying a lady when they’re really marrying a bunch of other dude’s leftovers.

    I have a post already written on this matter. It’s in cue with a few more. It’ll be out within the month. It’s called “Truth In Advertising”.

  16. Solomon II says:

    COMMENT MODERATION: I’m trying to find out why so many comments get hung up in moderation. My moderation settings are wide open. My apologies to all who do not see their comments immediately. Not censoring here. I’ll try to figure it out tonight.

  17. MNL says:

    There’s another important use for that “elevator speech”. It’s useful for an audience that’s the least patient to hear it–especially from you, the presenter–but one that needs it the most. I’m talking about the audience of one’s own teenage son.

    …Though like most of the fatherly advice one gives, it goes in/out the ears now when the audience is age 17-18. It won’t make sense until age 22+.

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  19. dalrock says:

    @MNL
    There’s another important use for that “elevator speech”. It’s useful for an audience that’s the least patient to hear it–especially from you, the presenter–but one that needs it the most. I’m talking about the audience of one’s own teenage son.

    You have to start younger than that. Our son is only 5 months old and his mother already gives him the “bitches is crazy” speech. :)

  20. Tarl says:

    Do you ever feel as though, in a small way, you are perpetuating the problem? Sort of like “if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem?” Maybe if men would turn their back on these women, the women would be forced to act classier.

    Oy vey. For every man who turns his back on a slut, there are ten alphas willing to bang her and a hundred betas willing to cater to her whims in the desperate and forlorn hope that they’ll get some. Enough men have a use for an easy lay that no slut will ever be “forced to act classier”.

  21. Esau says:

    Thinking back to when I was 18 or 20, this speech would have been completely wasted on me, and I would have just found it annoying, or worse. So on behalf of my 18-20 y0 counterpart today, here is my reply:

    “What you say may be true, but it’s completely irrelevant: before I can _exercise_ choice I have to first _have_ some choice. It’s like you’re giving a lecture on distinguishing vintages of wine to a dirt-poor peasant. Before going into the fine points of whom to appreciate and whom to avoid, you need to tell me how to f*cking get laid in the first place. Really, first things first.

    Even once that’s taken care of, your view seems to rule out all but the slimmest possibility of a good life. If women of character really are exceedingly rare, then what are my chances of actually getting with one of them? If I’m not in the top 2% or 5% of men by any measure, then why shouldn’t I just kill myself now and get it over with? rather than be condemned to a life of manipulative, soulless harpies and golddiggers? Even if true, advice that cannot point the way to a good outcome is by definition useless, and is unlikely to be taken by anyone.”

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  23. Solomon II says:

    @Esau:

    “…your view seems to rule out all but the slimmest possibility of a good life.”

    Are you suggesting that a man can’t have a good life without a woman? If so, I disagree. It’s all about using the right tool for the job. Men need sex, money, food, and shelter. Money, food and shelter can be had without a woman, and the sex part, well, you can get that just about anywhere these days.

    The problem arises when we think that the company of a woman will enhance the enjoyment of these things, and fail to make sure she’s a good woman.

    Would this advice be ignored by most 18 year olds? Of course. I even wrote about it in the article. But give that speech to a man at the end of his rope (again) with yet another manipulating bitch on his hands, and you’ll see the light bulbs come on.

  24. Esau says:

    Solomon — I appreciate your reply, but sense that we are operating on different planes. Specifically I have no idea in what world this

    ” and the sex part, well, you can get that just about anywhere these days”

    is true for the main run of young men — assuming you’re not talking about using prostitutes or needing to learn complicated, unnatural Game MO’s. To me, your vision is a complete fantasy, where men have relations with a constant stream of women and are able to examine them judiciously and so pick and choose among them. When I was a young man, the lower 60-70% of my peers couldn’t get a decent girl (= someone actually sexually attractive, say from the upper 2/3 of women) into bed if their lives depended on it, and I don’t have any reason to think things are different for most young men today. Telling a young man in that position to be even more choosy is just meaningless. So, no, it’s that the typical 18 yo male will ignore this advice, it’s that I think this advice is simply irrelevant until the basic problem of getting regular, decent sex is solved.

    In the longer term, yes, it is my personal view that settling down with one woman is necessary for a good life. I’m a natural monogamist who wants to raise a stable family within a life-long marriage. I don’t know how many of me there are in the world, maybe fewer than there used to be. You might say that I need to be even more choosy and judicious even than most men! to achieve this goal and avoid disaster, which is fine; but if you tell me that it’s flat-out impossible then I really have nothing to learn from you, you see?

    Anyway, there may be some middle layer of men with choice to whom the elevator speech would in fact be useful, but I don’t think it’s really the touchstone that you hold it to be.

  25. Squared says:

    The advice in this post is obviously sound and the elevator speech format is perfect for someone who hasn’t been introduced & enlightened to the darker side of female nature, but I agree with Esau that it’s of questionable practical relevance to a large contingent (a majority perhaps?) of men that age (and I’d even venture to say that this also applies to guys close to a decade older than that). Beggars can’t be choosers afterall. I think your summary with a few adjustments might be more suitable to a man in his late 20s/early 30s.

    On a related note, my girlfriend told me an interesting anecdote this weekend. One of her friends (I give her a 6.5, but she’s a real sweetheart) has been dating a guy since the summer. I’ve met this guy on a couple of occasions now – 21 or 22 years old, certainly over 6’0″, quite good looking, a firefighter for close to a year now, and a genuine nice guy all around (and I don’t mean the indoctrinated, pussyfied beta variety, but rather a big joker who regularly negs girls and always blurts out whatever crosses his mind, without being an overbearing alpha badboy about it). My most educated guess would have been that he had probably done quite well with the ladies. The kicker? You guessed it. Much to my surprise, prior to meeting my girlfriend’s friend, he was a complete virgin. And I can assure you that it had nothing to do with religious conviction or other such ulterior motives either.

    This isn’t the first time I hear such a story. Guys like this aren’t as rare as we might think they are.

    Really makes me wonder where that leaves most of the 18-19 y/o, introverted, under 6’0″, average looking non-firefighters…

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Proverb 21: Special Needs Girls

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November 10, 2010 by Solomon II 6 Comments

Before you think I’ve lost my damn mind, no, I’m not talking about banging retards.  I had a buddy in college who asked me to help him lift a girl out of a wheelchair so he could fuck her, but she was sober, of sound mind, and cool with it, so I’m not going to hell.  Not for that anyway.

I wasn’t going to post today because I’m busier than shit, so I’ll keep it brief.  Less than an hour ago I encountered a special needs girl at Starbucks.  And by special needs, I mean a girl who needs to feel special.

I wanted to write this as soon as I could so it would be fresh in my mind.  Here’s what happened when I noticed a cute little brunette ordering her coffee.  I’d give her a high 7/low 8 and guess her age at about 23 to 25.

ME: Excuse me, I saw you standing there and had to introduce myself.  I’m Solomon II, and I just have to tell you that the drink you ordered is by far my least favorite on the menu.  Do you hate yourself or something?

HER: Ha! No, I don’t hate myself.  It’s my favorite drink.  You should try it.

ME: No way, man.  I was kind of hoping your taste in men was as bad as your taste in coffee.

HER: Oh, you’re a smooth one aren’t you?  That’s actually a pretty good pickup line, but unfortunately I have a boyfriend.

ME: I’m not interested in your boyfriend, and you shouldn’t be either.  A boyfriend is just a place holder until you find yourself a man.

HER: Oh god.  Save me. [chuckles while she plays with her hair]

ME: Listen, I don’t normally come on so strong, but I just moved here a few months ago and every woman I’ve met has been the fake [pretentious location] type.  They’re all the same; so on the rare occasion I run across someone like you, I get straight to the point.

HER: That’s cool.  I understand.  Yeah, a lot of women around here are [goes on and on about stupid shit and how every woman in the city is worthless – except her of course]

ME: So then you can see why I react so quickly when something truly different catches my eye.

HER: Oh, I don’t blame you one bit.  But like I said, I have a boyfriend.

ME: I still want your number.  I can already tell we have a connection, and I’m not just going to walk away from it.  It wouldn’t be fair to me.

HER: I can’t believe I’m doing this.  Give me your phone and I’ll program my number in for you.

ME: No, call me from your phone so we can store each other’s numbers.

HER: You’re too funny. I wasn’t going to give you a fake number. [she sent me a text with her number]

ME: I have to go, but I expect you to call me as soon as you send what’s-his-name packing.  Or even before if you want me to get rid of him for you.  I don’t run in to women like you very often, so I need you to come through on this.  Promise me.

HER: We’ll see.

ME: Promise me.

HER: Ok, ok!  You’re a very bad man [chuckles].  Wow.  Ok.  I promise.

ME: Excellent.  I’ll talk to you soon.

I walked away with my coffee and sat outside.  On her way out, she said “Goodbye Solomon II, thanks for making my day.  Text whenever you want.”

For all I know, I broke every PUA rule in the book.  But what I do know is that I got her number and positioned her boyfriend as a beta.  He’s the guy who takes her for granted, while I’m the guy with balls of steel who immediately recognized how unique and special she is.

There’s a huge difference between a woman who *needs* to feel special and a woman who *is* special.  The 1% of women who truly are special know it, carefully select the men who recognize it, and are faithful to them as they are to her.  The other 99% of women who simply need to feel special fall for cheesy pickup lines at Starbucks and cheat on their boyfriends with men who only want to bang them for a week or two.

I have no idea if I’ll ever hear from this girl again.  Her body language says “yes”, but then again, she’ll be off running after the next guy who makes her feel special. I’m not really worried about it though.  There are plenty of other special needs girls out there; each just as unique and distinctive as the one before her.

Women still haven’t figured out that the only thing that makes most women special to most men is the fact that they haven’t fucked them yet.  That’s why a promiscuous woman who cheats on her boyfriend is viewed as stupid and can’t even command respect from the man who’s DNA is leaking out of her easily accessible fun hole.

May they never learn their lesson.

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6 Responses to Proverb 21: Special Needs Girls

  1. Zammo says:

    Ah, the “I’m a special snowflake” syndrome.

    It’s so easy to manipulate that it’s almost tragic. These girls are born to be Gamed.

    On a side note, I see this blog as a serious up and comer. Write on!

  2. Solomon II says:

    @Zammo: Its almost too easy. I’m starting to get bored. And thanks for the kudos.

  3. JG says:

    Nicely done and by your bold approach you demonstrated that you’re in the very low percentage of men having a sufficient degree of confidence to approach AND deal with her initial rejection in a charming, playful way.

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  5. Dude when I was in a relationship I often gave people a fake name AND a fake number. For kicks.

    That’s your time to have fun with people. >.>’

    Am I a bad person?

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