Both men and women, guys and chicks, boys and girls, think they are simple. Both think the other is complex. We are two genders separated by a common species.
I've realized Otto Weininger is ultimately wrong. He concluded women are amoral, soulless beings; that if you got inside the female mind, you'd find nothing; she is only a reflection of her environment. There are certain truths. Yet, isn't that what we all are? While it's true if you dive into trying to define femininity, you'd come out defining masculinity, the same can be said of masculinity; women who ask "How do I get a man?", end up defining herself.
(One might wonder why Pook keeps posting about being a Man, exhausting tens of thousands of words on the subject, yet besides his experiences in Womaniverse, posts very little else. It's simple...).
Sexuality is the only constant and is entrenched in reflection. You could say that by her reflective nature, women are nothing, but if you were, you'd have no choice but conclude men are nothing. Sexuality is everything! Sexuality is nothing!
"Everything?! Nothing?! Which is it?!?!"
Both.
Is light a wave or a particle? It's both, two contradictory things at once. Great things can come from sexuality; unrequited youth love creates great men; but getting laid is nothing to triumph and at its purest form requires no effort, no "seduction". A man who makes chasing tail his life, will end up doing nothing in his life. Look to Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, or for that matter any movie written by Charlie Kaufman; the universal theme in all Kaufman's material is how obsession of lust destroys and wastes away your life. "Seductionists" spend enormous amounts of time streamlining and scientifically mapping out something which is no secret.
The "true" Don Juans were bacteria. They were truly the mack daddies!
We are result of 2.7 billion years of fvcking. Your parents fvcked. Your grandparents fvcked. Their grandparents fvcked. Our chimpanzee ancestors fvcked. Their ancestors fvcked. Know that saying "There's more fish in the sea"? They fvcked, too.
What grand secret is there in procreation?
Think. In that 2.7 billion years, nobody perfected the process of getting women until these past few years? Imagine the odds of that. Sure, hundred years ago Freud discovered Psychology, now mastered, but a millenia ago in the Dark Ages, the Vikings knew Psychology, they just didn't know they knew Psychology. The Ancient Egyptians were just as mackful as we are now.
I once read a man say he could only get a certain caliber of women, in essence he reached a glass ceiling with his efforts to get hot babes, remarking it took different game to get hot babes, a different game which eluded him. Woman is reflection of you, not your gaming skills. Always bear in mind there are guys who persistently try to get laid, yet rarely do, while there are guys who do jack squat of effort, yet have the honies chasing after him. Seduction is worthless; how can you turn something on which is already on? Either a woman is predisposed to liking you, where absent a major gaffe you can't go wrong, or she isn't and nothing you can do will be right. To say otherwise, that you can turn disinterest into interest, is to say an UFO -- Ugly Fat Old -- can seduce you into you liking her. We both know the answer: no. All she could do is persuade you into short-term or shallow arrangements; one night stand, booty call, money; but does that constitute genuine interest? We both know the answer: no.
There is nothing hard about Woman. Tricks, methods, game plans -- meaningless; waves in the ocean. If you change into a hot guy, the game changes; you find yourself back at square one, once again clueless. In fact, life becomes Wonderland where bizarre things happen. The Mad Hatter. The Chester Cat. Tweedledee and Tweedledum. It's all here. The hotter a guy you become, the more manly a man, the sluttier, the more sexual the women behave around you (Womaniverse! It's bizarre!). The secret to Woman, if there were one, is to be yourself. The only hard part is figuring out on your own, through experimentation, through thinking about women, how to become hot.
For a site called the Don Juan Center, for all the hype, there is no such thing as a Don Juan anyway, it's only an arbitrary label, arbitrary distinction. You can take a man with the greatest macking skills, greatest confidence and all that, and I can say he a player, a hustler, who is insincere and no better than a chump, only different. You can take a man whom acts like a chump, yet by fact he's hot he can get laid whenever he wants. When faced with knowing everything and not knowing everything, always pick ignorance, for ignorance keeps bliss alive, keeps innocence endearing. There are guys who say it's better to have game than not need game, but I think that's cognitive dissonance at work; they are trying to up themselves above lucky guys; as a friend once told me that in life: "I'd rather be lucky than good."
As a good friend and mentor of mine once told me, "You will find patterns, but eventually you'll see there's no pattern at all."
Did you know that right now in the deep ocean, there are killer waves of 100 feet in height? It's the type of wave featured in The Perfect Storm. These waves are what the crew of cargo ships fear when venturing out into the deep. Scientists had concluded killer waves only exist in extreme weather, and for three decades stuck to simple, logical explanations... Yet those theories were blown out of the water when two ocean liners were hit by separate killer waves under normal weather, within days of each other. Local conditions had nothing to do with it. The explanation comes from the bizarre realm of Quantum Mechanics (Where things can pop up and disappear for no reason! Think the Chester Cat!), and in particular Schroedinger's Wave Equation. As it turns out there are two types of waves: linear and non-linear. Linear is your ordinary wave. Somehow, with no logical explanation, once in awhile a linear wave will destablize and start stealing energy from other waves! A three week satellite survey of the ocean yielded that at that moment, there were ten of these 100 foot waves lurking about the ocean depths. Ten! Point is, Nature is littered with the bizarre. Even when we understand the weather, there is no rhyme to its reason; it can rain when it shouldn't, it can be dry when it was supposed to rain; we can only guess a hurricane's path; a friend once told me about a day up around New England which started out blistering hot and ended up covered in snow. There is a pattern, but there's no pattern at all.
There is no philosophy to woman, no set way of Woman.
Take guys who think why bother dealing with hot women when they've had all their life served to them on a silver platter. It is rooted out of bitterness, but let's forget that for a moment and also forget a moment that "Not all women are like that." To them, it is a reality; hot women behave cold and snotty to them. So they either go run off to a woman; fat, ugly, and/or psychotic; who does take him in, or they go jerk off every few nights for a few years or more. In his eyes, from his reality, he could truthly conclude "95% of women are evil", after countless run-ins with Professional Daters, Sunshine Girls, or otherwise bad experiences. Yet, is that the truth? No. It's only a relative truth, not absolute. You can not transplant that ideology and have it accurately reflect my life; if there was a philsophy of Woman, it'd must. Most hot women are nice to me and faked interest is something I now don't find much.
There are guys who say 10% of women are Professional Daters. There are guys who say 10% of women are Sunshine Girls. I say it's all relative.
I've realized Otto Weininger is ultimately wrong. He concluded women are amoral, soulless beings; that if you got inside the female mind, you'd find nothing; she is only a reflection of her environment. There are certain truths. Yet, isn't that what we all are? While it's true if you dive into trying to define femininity, you'd come out defining masculinity, the same can be said of masculinity; women who ask "How do I get a man?", end up defining herself.
(One might wonder why Pook keeps posting about being a Man, exhausting tens of thousands of words on the subject, yet besides his experiences in Womaniverse, posts very little else. It's simple...).
Sexuality is the only constant and is entrenched in reflection. You could say that by her reflective nature, women are nothing, but if you were, you'd have no choice but conclude men are nothing. Sexuality is everything! Sexuality is nothing!
"Everything?! Nothing?! Which is it?!?!"
Both.
Is light a wave or a particle? It's both, two contradictory things at once. Great things can come from sexuality; unrequited youth love creates great men; but getting laid is nothing to triumph and at its purest form requires no effort, no "seduction". A man who makes chasing tail his life, will end up doing nothing in his life. Look to Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, or for that matter any movie written by Charlie Kaufman; the universal theme in all Kaufman's material is how obsession of lust destroys and wastes away your life. "Seductionists" spend enormous amounts of time streamlining and scientifically mapping out something which is no secret.
The "true" Don Juans were bacteria. They were truly the mack daddies!
We are result of 2.7 billion years of fvcking. Your parents fvcked. Your grandparents fvcked. Their grandparents fvcked. Our chimpanzee ancestors fvcked. Their ancestors fvcked. Know that saying "There's more fish in the sea"? They fvcked, too.
What grand secret is there in procreation?
Think. In that 2.7 billion years, nobody perfected the process of getting women until these past few years? Imagine the odds of that.
Sure, hundred years ago Freud discovered Psychology, now mastered, but a millenia ago in the Dark Ages, the Vikings knew Psychology, they just didn't know they knew Psychology. The Ancient Egyptians were just as mackful as we are now.I once read a man say he could only get a certain caliber of women, in essence he reached a glass ceiling with his efforts to get hot babes, remarking it took different game to get hot babes, a different game which eluded him. Woman is reflection of you, not your gaming skills. Always bear in mind there are guys who persistently try to get laid, yet rarely do, while there are guys who do jack squat of effort, yet have the honies chasing after him. Seduction is worthless; how can you turn something on which is already on? Either a woman is predisposed to liking you, where absent a major gaffe you can't go wrong, or she isn't and nothing you can do will be right. To say otherwise, that you can turn disinterest into interest, is to say an UFO -- Ugly Fat Old -- can seduce you into you liking her. We both know the answer: no. All she could do is persuade you into short-term or shallow arrangements; one night stand, booty call, money; but does that constitute genuine interest? We both know the answer: no.
There is nothing hard about Woman. Tricks, methods, game plans -- meaningless; waves in the ocean. If you change into a hot guy, the game changes; you find yourself back at square one, once again clueless. In fact, life becomes Wonderland where bizarre things happen. The Mad Hatter. The Chester Cat. Tweedledee and Tweedledum. It's all here. The hotter a guy you become, the more manly a man, the sluttier, the more sexual the women behave around you (Womaniverse! It's bizarre!). The secret to Woman, if there were one, is to be yourself. The only hard part is figuring out on your own, through experimentation, through thinking about women, how to become hot.
For a site called the Don Juan Center, for all the hype, there is no such thing as a Don Juan anyway, it's only an arbitrary label, arbitrary distinction. You can take a man with the greatest macking skills, greatest confidence and all that, and I can say he a player, a hustler, who is insincere and no better than a chump, only different. You can take a man whom acts like a chump, yet by fact he's hot he can get laid whenever he wants. When faced with knowing everything and not knowing everything, always pick ignorance, for ignorance keeps bliss alive, keeps innocence endearing. There are guys who say it's better to have game than not need game, but I think that's cognitive dissonance at work; they are trying to up themselves above lucky guys; as a friend once told me that in life: "I'd rather be lucky than good."
As a good friend and mentor of mine once told me, "You will find patterns, but eventually you'll see there's no pattern at all."
Did you know that right now in the deep ocean, there are killer waves of 100 feet in height? It's the type of wave featured in The Perfect Storm. These waves are what the crew of cargo ships fear when venturing out into the deep. Scientists had concluded killer waves only exist in extreme weather, and for three decades stuck to simple, logical explanations... Yet those theories were blown out of the water when two ocean liners were hit by separate killer waves under normal weather, within days of each other. Local conditions had nothing to do with it. The explanation comes from the bizarre realm of Quantum Mechanics (Where things can pop up and disappear for no reason! Think the Chester Cat!), and in particular Schroedinger's Wave Equation. As it turns out there are two types of waves: linear and non-linear. Linear is your ordinary wave. Somehow, with no logical explanation, once in awhile a linear wave will destablize and start stealing energy from other waves! A three week satellite survey of the ocean yielded that at that moment, there were ten of these 100 foot waves lurking about the ocean depths. Ten! Point is, Nature is littered with the bizarre. Even when we understand the weather, there is no rhyme to its reason; it can rain when it shouldn't, it can be dry when it was supposed to rain; we can only guess a hurricane's path; a friend once told me about a day up around New England which started out blistering hot and ended up covered in snow. There is a pattern, but there's no pattern at all.
There is no philosophy to woman, no set way of Woman.
Take guys who think why bother dealing with hot women when they've had all their life served to them on a silver platter. It is rooted out of bitterness, but let's forget that for a moment and also forget a moment that "Not all women are like that." To them, it is a reality; hot women behave cold and snotty to them. So they either go run off to a woman; fat, ugly, and/or psychotic; who does take him in, or they go jerk off every few nights for a few years or more. In his eyes, from his reality, he could truthly conclude "95% of women are evil", after countless run-ins with Professional Daters, Sunshine Girls, or otherwise bad experiences. Yet, is that the truth? No. It's only a relative truth, not absolute. You can not transplant that ideology and have it accurately reflect my life; if there was a philsophy of Woman, it'd must. Most hot women are nice to me and faked interest is something I now don't find much.
There are guys who say 10% of women are Professional Daters. There are guys who say 10% of women are Sunshine Girls. I say it's all relative.
