“I Only Bang 9’s and 10’s Brah”

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How Would You Rate These Hunnies, Brah?

I’ve always sort of struggled with the “1-10 scale,” and that’s because, at least to me, it’s so subjective. What I consider an “8” you might consider a “5.” I see and hear guys on Twitter all the time saying stupid shit like, “I only bang 9’s and 10’s brah,” and it makes me laugh and roll my eyes.

Maybe I’m an extremely harsh critic, but I’ve never seen a “10” in the wild. I’ve never met one personally or been introduced to one face-to-face. That’s because, to me, a “10” is literally “perfect.” There are literally no flaws, at least physically, that I can see. I’ve definitely seen my share of “5’s,” “6’s,” “7’s,” and “8’s,” and I’ve even encountered what I would consider to be a “9” or even a “9.5” in the wild. In all of the years that I’ve been walking on the planet, I could count all the “9’s” and the “9.5” on one hand, and probably still have a finger or two left over.

That being said, I don’t ever recall seeing someone so ugly, so deformed, so hideous, as to be considered a “1.” To me, a “1” would be that person that no one would want to fuck, it’s really that bad. So that leaves the “2’s” on up to the “9.5” that I’ve encountered in real life.

I know I have my standards, as I’m sure you do as well. It gets really interesting when you move from the purely physical, to such things as personality, scent, and voice. I’ve met women that on initial approach, I would have rated them a solid “8,” only to catch a whiff of them, or hear them talk, or find out her personality is, let us say, “unpleasant,” and she drops to maybe a “5.” Sometimes even lower if the smell, personality, and voice are all left to be desired.

I’ve also encountered women that on initial approach I would have rated a solid “6.5,” and due to their personality, the way they smell, and their pleasant sounding voice, they got bumped up to a “7.5,” or even an “8.” Have that “6” do her hair, put on a little makeup in just the right amount, and have her throw on her “little black dress” and she moves up to an “8.5.”

You see and understand where I’m going with this don’t you? Everybody has their standards of what they find as attractive and everybody is throwing random numbers around. I’ve seen women rated as “10’s” that I would never even come close to giving that high of a mark to them. Other than seeing models in magazines (do you remember those?) or pictures on the internet, I honestly don’t believe a “10” exists.

Back in the day, Hot or Not used to let you rate people based purely on their looks. You might have been able to guess or get an age, and you might have had a name thrown in there for good measure, but that was it. It would blow me away when I saw women getting “10’s” or “9’s” as their rating, when to me, they might have made for a good “7” or “7.5” At least with Hot or Not, they would average all of the ratings out and you had a better idea of their “true rating.” Not super scientific, but at least it was something.

I even threw a picture of myself up there for shits and giggles, because aren’t we all curious what other’s think of our attractiveness? Of course I got rated as a “1” a couple of times (ouch!) and there were even a couple of “9’s” and “10’s” thrown my way (all I could figure was that I either fit that person’s particular niche, or they were just being really generous.) Turns out after about 500 ratings or so, I averaged at a “6.5” Not bad. It’s actually about where I would have rated myself in the past.

The thing is, the 1-10 scale is not only subjective in the sense of what we individually find attractive, it’s also subjective in the sense of what we think women ought to be.

A “5” is the top of the bell curve. She is average in every sense. She’s neither too thin or too fat. She’s not ugly, but she’s not beautiful. She honestly wouldn’t garner a second look if you were to meet her on the street. She’s just, average.

However, women (and men) today have changed over the years. Obesity is unfortunately the norm now. An “average” woman today is going to be overweight. Maybe not the clinical definition of obese or morbidly obese, but she’s going to be overweight. I’ve seen this firsthand on dating sites and apps where women today are describing themselves as “average” and yet to me, they are overweight. “Thin” is actually still thin, or in some cases, what I would consider “average.” Average to me has always been height/weight proportionate.

What are we to do in order to have some sort of standard when it comes to the 1-10 scale? How are we supposed to come to a concensus of what an actual “5,” or any other number actually is? Are we just “fated” to leaving the 1-10 scale as simply a matter of subjective preference and just “know beauty when you see it?”

Aaron Clarey over at CaptainCapitalism actually came up with an answer that I think actually works out if we are going to have some sort of realistic concensus as to what an actual “5” or any other number actually means in today’s day and age.

Go check it out.

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Hedge Your Bets

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I want to preface my thoughts and the story that I’m going to tell with this:

I love women. Yes, I said it. Ladies, you are amazing. The way you look, the way you smell, the way you feel. All of it. With that in mind, if you are a woman, and you either follow me here, or if you are a woman and you happened to stumble across this post and my site in general, I’m going to ask you to stop reading now. Look away. Go read something else. Go somewhere else until the next post. I need to talk to the Men for a minute.

Okay Men, now that the ladies have left (and if you didn’t, what I’m about to talk about, if it upsets or offends you, you deserve it) here’s the deal:

I live by a few axioms or adages. Today’s adage is Always Hedge Your Bets. I got this adage from years of trial and error and hard won experience. Ignore it at your own peril. Oh, and if you do ignore it, you get what you deserve.

So here’s the story:

A woman that I had met at my second job reached out to me via text the other day. She introduced herself since I didn’t have her number at the time, and asked me if I remembered her. Of course I did. She’s a good looking woman, so that’s why she ended up with my business card and phone number.

We get to texting back and forth, and initially I kept it to business. Then she asked me if I would like to have coffee with her. Of course I would. But now, now “it’s on” as far as I’m concerned. She didn’t preface coffee with professionalism or anything that would indicate that coffee wasn’t about getting to know you, but was strictly about business, so to me “it’s on.” (As a side note: “it’s on” is another adage that I live by, but that’s for another day.)

As another side note, I believe in the adage, “Go Big or Go Home,” which to me means escalate the interaction until you either get where you want to go, or you get blown out. So that’s what I did, I escalated the texting to flirting and being fairly transparent about where I would have liked to see where all of this was going.

She seemed open to my ideas, my suggestions, my flirting and my banter. Now this texting went on between us for approximately two days. If I had to break it down into hourly time, it was maybe 2 hours total. Anyways, on the second day of heavy flirting, I decided it was time to “go big or go home” yet again, and also to Hedge My Bets.

So I call her up instead of texting her and I suggested that instead of meeting over coffee, that she just come over to my house instead. She accepted and I gave her my address.

Now here’s the thing that I’ve learned about women:

They are notoriously flaky. They truly live in the now, in the moment. They are like crows that see a shiny object, or squirrels gathering nuts. Yes this is AWALT. All Women Are Like That. Even the ones you date steadily for long periods of time, or even the ones that you marry.

Anyways, so I go back to my day, but something felt “off.” Even now as I’m writing this, I’m not sure exactly what it is/was, but it was something that I still can’t put my finger on. Honestly it doesn’t matter.

So I figured that the scenario that I had created with her would have three realistic possibilities:

  1. She comes over, we get to know each other better, we have sex.
  2. She comes over, we get to know each other better, either she or I decide to not have sex, so we don’t, but I get to enjoy her company either way.
  3. She flakes and doesn’t show up.

Can you guess which one happened?

Her: “Fuck I’m so sorry but….(insert reasons here)

Me: “So it’s not gonna happen huh? No worries.”

Color me shocked.

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Been there, done that. Got the t-shirt.

Here’s the thing though, I figured that there was a really good possibility that this would happen, because I’ve been there before. This way though, I got to stay home, which is where I wanted to be in the first place. I didn’t have to put gas in the car, go downtown, have wear and tear on the car, deal with traffic, find parking, deal with a noisy coffee shop, only to get the “I can’t make it” text, 15 minutes before we would have actually met. (Yes, she actually texted me 15 minutes before we were supposed to meet.)

So I set up a no lose situation for myself. Either she would come over, or not. Either way I “won.” I got to be at home, which is where I wanted to be, without all the wasted time and hassles.

The funny thing that showed up for me as well when I thought that there was a strong possibility that she would flake, was would she just ghost me? Or would she actually give me a story about why she couldn’t make it. I put the odds on that one at fifty-fifty. To her credit though, she actually gave me a story.

In all honesty, I appreciated and still appreciate that. At least it was something.

So you Men reading this, realize something:

Women hedge their bets all the time. It’s second nature to them. They’re willing to do things with you only if you are their best bet, otherwise all bets are off. So you might as well hedge yours too. Whether that means you have another woman on stand-by, some of your fellow Men, or just a nice night at home where you don’t have to go out for no reason and waste your time.

So Always Hedge Your Bets. It’s a good adage to live by.  Trust me and thank me later.

Stay tuned for more adages that I live by and that have served me well. I’ve got a few more for you in later articles.

And ladies, if you ignored what I said earlier, and here you are? Don’t hate the player, hate the game. You were warned.

 

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Stop Chasing Women

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When I was back in my early to mid twenties, I was learning about Game. I wanted women. I wanted to get laid. Hell, I wanted some sort of relationship with a woman beyond “just being friends.”

So I bought books, CD’s, and DVD’s through the mail. (The internet was around, but was still a somewhat “newish” thing back then.) E-books didn’t exist for the most part and “boot camps” were just starting up. Most of what exists now that guys can easily get a hold of either didn’t exist or was buried deep somewhere on bulletin boards.

Well fast forward a bit during those years, some of what I learned worked to one degree or another, and some of it didn’t. Probably most of it didn’t. My results with women were so-so. The thing that I noticed though was that the more I chased women, the more they ran away. That would pretty much sum up my twenties into my early thirties.

In my early thirties, somebody told me something that I’ll never forget, and it’s probably the best advice I’ve ever been given when it comes to attracting women.

Stop chasing women.

What?!

I’ll say it again:

Stop Chasing Women.

Do your own thing. Work on being a better Man. Become the “World’s Most Interesting Man.”

Stop making pussy your number one priority. You enter their frame and their world when you make them the goal.

You have a lot of “notch” counts? Yeah, so? What else have you got going on for you? What else are you doing? What else have you done? What are you doing with your life, besides chasing tail?

The Men I’ve met that are the most successful with women stopped chasing women.

That doesn’t mean they gave up on women and that they hate women. Far from it. They just stopped chasing them and started doing their own thing.

What do you think women will find fascinating about you? The fact that you chase women all the time and have 50 lays under your belt? Or that you’ve visited every state in the United States and can tell them which one of your trips was your most memorable?

What do you think a woman would find more interesting, the fact that you know how to “score,” or that you can tango?

Which do you think would excite a woman more, that you play Call of Duty on a regular basis, or that you go on motorcycle trips every year?

Become more interesting and women will become more interested.

Stop chasing them and they’ll start chasing you.

Take up some dance lessons, learn how to cook a dish (not microwave leftover pizza), go visit other places other than your own house or apartment. Go on a trip. Take up photography. Buy or rent a motorcycle and start riding.

I’ve met more women when I’m out on my motorcycle than anywhere else. Best part is I don’t have to do anything. They come up to me. They want to go for a ride and they ask me to take them for a spin, in front of their boyfriends.

Stop chasing women and do your thing. Learn new skills. Take up new hobbies. Go on adventures.

Become a Man who is interesting to women.

They’ll come up to you. They’ll ask you questions. And you’ll have things to talk about without having to “learn scripts” and use “embedded commands.” You’ll seem like a “natural” because you’ll be a “natural.”

Learn new shit. Do new things. Develop yourself. You’ll find that you have Game. And it will start to flow naturally from you.

 

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