Quote: (04-15-2016 02:55 PM)GlobalMan Wrote:
Quote: (04-14-2016 10:44 AM)WestIndianArchie Wrote:
For players, it's necessary.
For red pill guys, it's a hindrance.
WIA
What does this mean?
Aren't most players red pill?
Hopefully, he'll clarify.
Maybe he's speaking of what I see as a generational difference.
Guys of my father's or my age who were Players genuinely-loved the company of women. They could be frustrating and charming, soothing and infuriating, but if you knew how to lead the woman in the dance of seduction, it was fun and rewarding for both partners, even if it was just a one night stand.
Red Pill Guys (I'll speak more of the Reddit conception of it) seem to love
banging women for transactionary reasons: sexual release and power, but don't seem to love women themselves. There's some degree of resentment over their games and behaviour, and it casts a dark shade across their interactions with them.
Bluntly: I think there's a large component of Red Pill Guys who are deeply-disappointed in women for not being like men, particularly, for not living up to the standards of male behaviour and for thinking emotionally rather than logically.
As I've said before, I don't expect a dog to meow and I'm not going to get angry at it for not being able to do so. Dogs bark, women love emotional drama. It just is.
If a guy is carrying deep resentment, I'd advise him to consider that he's projecting, and if it could offer him ways to improve his game and social presentation.
Back to the dog metaphor: a couple of weeks back I'd had an afternoon date in a park with a woman, and it transitioned to 'come back to my place for dinner', She warned me before we went inside that she was having problems with her dog's bad behaviour.
The dog was barking at the door, got initally jumpy as we came in, but I settled it down quickly. It seemed fine: did the usual scratch its ears, rub its tummy thing.
We cook dinner, and sit down to eat. Conversation is going well, good vibe, until she goes to answer the door.
When she comes back in she suddenly realises the dog wasn't barking at the door like it normally does. She panicked, saying "Whenever I sit down to eat, she whimpers for food all through the meal. I didn't even notice. She must have gotten out."
A natural catastrophiser: from 0 to 8 on the drama scale in the space of 40 seconds. This is when I chuckled and said "Look under the table."
She did. The dog was lying at my feet, quite content, one paw respectfully-placed upon my foot.
At first, she thought this was very cute, and snapped a picture, but after she sat back down, she seemed to darken, and kept steering the conversation back to the damn dog, until she got angry about the whole situation. "I've been training her! I paid a lot of money to get someone else to train her! Why does she behave so well for you?"
Things when downhill from there. I misread the situation and made the situation worse by laughing over how it was 'no big deal', and that maybe she should wine and dine the dog. No bang that night. Cockblocked by a Black Lab, go figure.
See how she's projecting though?
She wasn't angry at the dog, she was angry at her inability to reign in the dog's bullshit.
Note that I couldn't reign in that particular girl's bullshit, but I didn't come out of the interaction resenting either her, or my inability to dial her down
in that particular situation. I see no point in taking unnecessary negative energy on board. Some girls are just prone to, well, fully-embracing bullshit.