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A Case For “Normalcy”

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Maybe it’s just been my experience, but one of the things that I have noticed for a while now on Twitter is that many of the guys in that space have “a little spot of the ’tism.” (h/t Rian Stone for that phrase.)

What do I mean by this? Most of the guys aren’t “normal.” Being normal has gotten a bad rap these days apparently. Being normal means that you are still plugged in, doing the blue pill fantasy, being a consumer, and watching and believing in mainstream media I guess.

But here’s my case for “normalcy.”:

“Normal” guys tend to have women in their lives. Whether it be a girlfriend, wife, or some sort of significant other, there’s women in the picture. At least that has been my experience with guys who are normal.

You can hang out with “normal” guys. This is a big one for me. I can have a conversation with a “normal” guy. Our conversations don’t only revolve around the red pill or politics, we can talk about music, cars, different places to eat and vacation, and a host of other topics.

“Normal” guys tend to have a variety of interests. They aren’t fixated on only one or two things. They might go to the gym, but that’s not all they do and they don’t live there. They enjoy the company of women, but chasing skirt isn’t their only goal. They like their video games, but they aren’t doing 48 hour marathons of World of Warcraft. They like their firearms but they aren’t obsessing over the “End Times.” They may have their religious convictions, but they aren’t forcing Jesus down my throat and trying to convert me to the cause. They love their kids (if they have them) but their kids aren’t the centers of their universes. They have plans and goals, but they don’t need to map out the next twenty years of their lives on a spreadsheet.

If you find yourself doing anything that I’ve mentioned above, you may have a little spot of the ’tism.

I’ve met plenty of guys online and I plan on continuing to do so. If we’ve met because you found my blog, my Twitter handle, or my YouTube channel, that’s awesome to me. I’ve achieved one of my personal goals. If we are ever to meet in real life though, please be normal. I talk enough about the red pill online that I would rather get to know you, not hear you rehash something I said or that someone else said. I don’t mind a mention about it here or there, but I don’t want that to be the only thing we talk about. I can talk to you about that online and keep it there.

I love women’s company about as much or maybe even more than the next guy, but I don’t want to spend all day talking about pussy. I had a roommate back in college who let his dick run his life. All day long all he wanted to do was talk about pussy. The pussy he got, the pussy he wanted to get, the pussy that I got, and the pussy that got away. I would try and change the topic after awhile and move on to something else, and he would end up bringing it back to pussy. It got old. I remember telling him that there was more to life than pussy. I remember moving out shortly after that conversation as well. Life is too short.

Carl from Black Label Logic made a great tweet the other day.

He said:

I find the best acid-test for allowing people into your life consists of 1 question, 4 contexts: Would I be comfortable:

1. bringing this person to thanksgiving dinner

2. a work function with my boss and all my co-workers

3. night out with the boys

4. dinner with so/gf/plate

This goes even beyond “The Beer Test.” I’m sure that I’ve mentioned it before on this blog, but I’ll be damned if I can find the post. Maybe I just talked about it on Twitter at some point, but it goes simply like this:

“Would I want to sit down and have a beer with this guy and shoot the shit?” If yes, then he’s probably okay. If not, then I have my answer.

Carl takes it another step, which I happen to like. It made me realize that while there are some guys out there that I would have a beer with, there are very few that I would invite to dinner with my women, work, or family or go hang out with the boys. That’s sad to me, but that’s the level of ’tism that is going on out there.

So the takeaway for today boys and girls, is this:

You want to be more successful with women? Try being a little more normal. You want to be liked in a social setting? Try being a little more normal. You want to have some guy friends, especially “red pilled” guy friends? Try being a little more normal. Dial the ’tism back a notch or two.

You don’t have to be the “Most Interesting Man In The World.” You just have to be interesting. And be normal for the love of god.

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Is It Useful…To You?

Rob Says1 Comment

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Humor me for a bit if you would, I have a couple of scenarios for you. I want you to think about them and what you would do.

Let’s say, you had a job and while you were working that job, another job position became available. This position was internal only, meaning that the company would not be hiring someone from the outside. This position was a decent bump in pay, but there were a lot of requirements to be eligible to get the position.

Here are some of the requirements:

Must have been employed with the company for a minimum of one year.

Must be able to use Microsoft Word, Excel, and Powerpoint. A minimum of two years of use.

Must be able to lift 50 pounds on a regular basis and up to 75 pounds when needed.

Must be able to give and receive direction from fellow co-workers.

Must be good with numbers. Must be able to check balance sheets and find discrepancies.

Must have a Class B CDL minimum. Class A preferred. 5 years driving experience minimum.

Must be willing to work weekends and holidays.

Will be on-call.

If you meet this requirements, please contact (so and so) to set up an interview.

And there was more to that laundry list, but it’s been long enough that I have forgotten what they were.

When I saw this position at my prior job open up, this was just some of the list of requirements. I only met three of them. I had the employment time with the company, I could lift 50 pounds and I was willing to work holidays and weekends. I contacted so and so and set up an interview.

About a week later I had my interview with so and so and 2 other guys. It was a short interview and I didn’t get the position.

Another year went by and the position became available again. Other than another year of experience with the company, I hadn’t done anything else. I contacted so and so again and got another interview. So and so and 2 other guys did that interview and this time, I got the position.

When they asked me about my experience with their list of requirements, I told them that basically I had none. I also told them that I could learn, would be willing to learn, and that I wouldn’t let them down.

I was told later that was why they gave me a shot. They liked my confidence and my willingness to try. I stayed in that position for another two years and then went on to become a manager in that department.

Here’s another scenario:

You see a girl. She’s hot. She presses all your buttons in a good way. You get the nerve to go and talk to her. You don’t fumble too much and you look decent (ie clean hair, teeth, clothes, and no odors coming off of you.) Things are going well so you ask for her number or some such and that’s when things tank.

She looks at you and says something to the effect of, “Ick. You are like my Dad’s age. That’s just gross and creepy.” And then she nervously looks around and darts away from you the moment you back up.

That’s a true story scenario by the way, not just a “what if.”

How could you handle it?

Well, you could get all self-conscious and take it personal and think to yourself “God, I must be creepy and younger women don’t like men my age.”

Or, you could realize that some younger women don’t like dating, fucking, or going out with guys their Dad’s age.

But some do.

You could decide that that girl was one of those who don’t like dating older men. And then move on from it. Or you can internalize it and make it about you. Both are valid answers to this scenario, but only one is useful.

Going back to the work scenario, I could have let that list of requirements stop me. The whole purpose of it was to get rid of the fence sitters and guys who weren’t serious about it. And it worked on everyone but me, especially the second time around.

Women are no different. They have their laundry lists of “must haves.” It’s all bullshit for the most part. And for the ones that are serious? We wouldn’t have worked out.

You can bitch and moan that you aren’t tall. You can bitch and moan that you aren’t wealthy. You can bitch and moan about whatever you like. But is it useful to you?

Or you can try anyways and see what happens. The worst thing that will happen is nothing will happen, but at least you will know. And then you can move on to the next thing, the next job, the next girl, the next whatever. You can try again.

Or you can bitch about it, which is the same thing as doing nothing because you’ll end up with nothing.

Which one is more useful to you?

If you want to nitpick my scenarios or whatever, I know which one is more useful to you. You can keep it, thanks.

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Never Tell Me The Odds..

Rob Says4 Comments

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I had a really interesting conversation with a young man a few days ago. This young man identifies with the “Black Pill Community.” He’s highly intelligent, not bad looking from what I can tell, and he’s short, like me. He’s my height to be exact, which is 5’4.

We had a couple of conversations that lasted well over 4 hours total and it was educating and interesting to me to listen to his take on how things are and why they are the way they are.

Now granted, I’m not this young man. I don’t have his life experiences. I don’t live where he lives. My culture and society is slightly different from his if I had to guess. He brought up a lot of statistics and numbers about a lot of different things.

Are taller men more desirable to women? I would say yes. Are there certain genetic features and traits that women find more desirable than others? Sure, why not? I know I’m no different when it comes to finding certain traits and features more desirable than others.

Honestly though, I don’t care.

I don’t care that women in general may find taller men more attractive and more desirable than a short guy like me. That just means that I have to work at it more. Yeah it sucks, but that’s life. I can’t do anything about being short, it’s totally out of my control, so I’m not going to worry about it and I’m not going to make an issue out of it.

I don’t care that some women are attracted to younger men than me. I don’t care if she happens to like guys with a full head of hair and I’m bald. That’s another thing that I can’t do much about, so I shave my head and roll with that instead.

If I had to be honest with myself on the “Attractiveness Scale,” I’m a 5. On a good day. Maybe I’m even lower when you factor my height, my baldness, and even my age in.

I don’t care.

Never tell me the odds. – Han Solo 0_CgEx7G0G8aSgNpUN

I don’t care what your statistics say. I don’t care if the odds are against me. I’m going to do it anyway. I will succeed. It might take more time, more approaches, more work, more whatever, but I will succeed. Failure and giving up is just not an option for me. The only way that anyone will stop me is they are going to have to kill me.

Statistically, I shouldn’t be successful with women. My height, my looks, my baldness, and even my age statistically should be working against me. I shouldn’t have had all of the sex and relationships that I have had. But I’ve had them and I’m going to have many more before I die.

It’s because I don’t care about statistics, genetics, and the odds. And you’re going to have to kill me to stop me.

The woman you approached shot you down? That sucks. Try again. And again. And again. Keep going, keep at it. Look at what you said and did and try something else, do something a little differently. I believe the term is called “calibration.”

One thing I’ve learned about approaching women is that it’s a numbers game a lot of the time. Many times I’ve simply been the “right guy at the right place at the right time.” I don’t delude myself into thinking I’m some sort of Mr. Suave pickup artist because I’m not. To quote Rian Stone: “Don’t care, got laid.”

My “game” is very simple: I see a woman that I find attractive and I pay attention to anything she puts out there that shows me that she may in fact be attracted to me. If she makes eye contact, looks away, looks back again, smiles, giggles, and plays with her hair or her clothes? I’m going to talk to her.

What am I going to say? Other than “Hi, you look like you’re fun! What’s your name?” I have no idea. Whatever falls out of my mouth is where I go from there. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes I make an ass out of myself. I don’t care. It was fun while it lasted and there’s always another woman to talk to.

More often my boldness and willingness to walk up and talk pays off more than not.

I’ve had several women over the course of my life tell me, “You have balls.” Apparently that was what it took to pull them to me. So that’s my “game.”

Statistically many guys and women for that matter, shouldn’t be walking the earth. And yet they are. Why is that?

Shut up, I don’t care.

I’m short, I’m bald, I’m not wealthy, and I’m not jacked. I’m a 5. Oh boo hoo, woe is me. I might as well give up because the odds are against me and the competition is just too much and is too fierce. Might as well just pack it in and go home.

Except I don’t care about any of that. I approach because that’s what I want to do. Why? Because women are more fun than using my hand. Because women add value to my life and I enjoy their company. Because women smell and look nice. And there’s nothing like seeing the look on a woman’s face when she will do anything for you. That, and they’re just plain fun.

You can tell me that the odds are against me, and you’ll probably be right. But I don’t care. I don’t care about the odds or your stats and graphs. I’m going to do what I want to do and I’ll succeed.

If I can do it once, I can do it again. And so I do. So can you.

While genetics and looks play a part, I truly believe it is your attitude or your “will” that matters more. Your “mindset.” This applies to any endeavor in life, whether it’s a job, making money, attracting women, having relationships, making friends, or anything else.

When the young man and I finished our conversations I realized something:

He hates being “Black Pilled.” He hates being a part of that “community.” And yet, he’s invested himself in it. It’s become a part of his identity. He wants a way out, but not really.

I find it sad that he takes bitter comfort in statistics and odds and numbers, because I don’t. But then again, like I told him, “I’m not here to save you from yourself. You can listen to what I say and do with it what you will. All of your statistics may in fact be ‘true,’ but are you good with that? Does that bring you any happiness or joy? Does it make your life better for you? Or do you want to do something else?”

Either way, he gets to burn.

Never tell me the odds, I don’t care.

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