Women want a man who has the sexy qualities of an alpha, plus the stable provider qualities of a beta. They can't always get that in the same package, so they marry beta providers while discretely banging alpha cads on the side.
While it may be good to be the alpha in this dynamic, it is ultimately disparaging to men as a whole. I say, we should give women a taste of their own medicine.
When it comes to women, the saying goes “smart, sexy, and sweet… pick only two”. There are some women who are sweet and sexy, but as intellectually exciting as a box of rocks. There are other women who are smart and sexy, but can't boil an egg. Enough of that, I say. It's time to have our cake and eat it to. Enter my new plan, which I call
Careerist books / Housewife cooks
(careerist boox/Housewife coox)
The idea is, you've got your main woman at home. She cooks for you, keeps your place clean and organized, and fulfills that nurturing role we all love. If she gets dull, you can slink out of the house for "guys night out", "work happy hour", "meet with a friend", etc. During this time you can meet up discretely with careerist spinsters for deep philosophical conversations, discussions about politics, economics, and history, and some no holds barred, no strings attached sessions. If you get caught out in public with another woman, just tell her she's an old friend and she's being jealous or creepy.
(By the way, this was a joke. Just trying to lighten the mood for the Monday morning grind.)
While it may be good to be the alpha in this dynamic, it is ultimately disparaging to men as a whole. I say, we should give women a taste of their own medicine.
When it comes to women, the saying goes “smart, sexy, and sweet… pick only two”. There are some women who are sweet and sexy, but as intellectually exciting as a box of rocks. There are other women who are smart and sexy, but can't boil an egg. Enough of that, I say. It's time to have our cake and eat it to. Enter my new plan, which I call
Careerist books / Housewife cooks
(careerist boox/Housewife coox)
The idea is, you've got your main woman at home. She cooks for you, keeps your place clean and organized, and fulfills that nurturing role we all love. If she gets dull, you can slink out of the house for "guys night out", "work happy hour", "meet with a friend", etc. During this time you can meet up discretely with careerist spinsters for deep philosophical conversations, discussions about politics, economics, and history, and some no holds barred, no strings attached sessions. If you get caught out in public with another woman, just tell her she's an old friend and she's being jealous or creepy.
(By the way, this was a joke. Just trying to lighten the mood for the Monday morning grind.)