Is this any greater compliment than being recognized for who and what you really are? Maybe not for a Narcissist – their personalities are imaginary, their true core is uglier than a Dalek outside of its shell – but for any real human being, it’s the exact sort of validation we seek. It was a great compliment when The Alpha Persona described me as “The quintessential sigma.”
From his scale:
Sigma: The outsider who doesn’t play the social game and manage to win at it anyhow. I’ve found that sigmas and Alphas usually work out to be excellent friends because the Alpha never feels that his social dominance is threatened by the sigma. The Sigma is an alpha-like character that the Alpha can connect with, but never fear his own status being undone. Everyone else is vaguely confused by them. In a social situation, the sigma is the man who stops in briefly to say hello to a few friends accompanied by a Tier 1 girl that no one has ever seen before. Sigmas like women, but tend to be contemptuous of them. They are usually considered to be strange. Gammas often like to think they are sigmas, failing to understand that sigmas are not social rejects, they are at the top of the social hierarchy despite their refusal to play by its rules.
That’s me, alright; the sideways-Alpha. I can go out on Friday and act like Tucker Max for the night, but trying to keep that up all weekend? No thank you, sir. I’ve got better shit to do. Hey, if that Harem Handling floats your boat I’m not judging, it’s just that I take more pleasure in making a particularly stupid woman cry through Philosophical Evisceration, than using my Evil Rakish Ways to seduce her.
What can I say? I’m easily bored. As a consequence, I tend to go for LTRs. If I can tolerate them for a night, I can tolerate them for a month or six. My contact with the opposite sex is therefore sporadic at best; in describing them, I infer from diverse data points. Usually this works extremely well. But the problem with Inference, is it only let’s you see what’s going on inside of the data.
A while back, I hit the nail on the head for women in the 25-35 range. Nowadays, if you’re dating a University Grad, it doesn’t matter how much of a Good Girl she is; you will be shit tested constantly. Game is a requirement to date, let alone get laid.
But what about the latest crop of youngsters? It turns out that there was a whole Continent I was missing. Let’s just say that latest partner is outside the “Half your age plus seven” metric, and dating her has opened my eyes.
The other night I was sitting down with my best friend – a Sigma of the Sanguine disposition. I manage to work the Badboy Gonzo Journalist into a decent amount of tail, but he’s managed to one up me: he’s a Standup Comedian. You wouldn’t believe the number of groupies you get when your art has a public setting.
Nonetheless, in True Sigma Fashion, he’s dating a hot 22 year old waitress instead of playing with all the Danger Pussy he meets on the road.
So after we had a chance to pour our whiskey and sit down, I said to him, “Good God, man – do you have any idea what’s going on with 18 year old girls nowadays? They’re fucking crazy!”
“I know,” he said, “That’s what I was trying to tell you a couple of months back. I guess you just needed to see it for yourself.”
“My friend – are we, or are we not, a couple of degenerate libertines?”
“I think it’s pretty safe to say that we are.”
“Damn straight. My sex life is so disgusting, that it’s not fit for public consumption – and yet this girl’s already done weirder stuff than I have. Say, do you remember back in our twenties when anal sex was taboo?”
“Of course, remember that Asian girl I told you about? Jesus – you used to get called a pervert just for asking for it!”
“Exactly. Nowadays it’s just assumed.”
“Like I said, man – these kids nowadays are crazy.”
There’s been a lot of noise made recently about the effects of ubiquitous porn on Young Men. As is their wont, the MSM has it completely backwards, blaming porn for giving men ‘porn starlet’ expectations that women just aren’t able to meet, no matter how kinky they get, and leading to erectile dysfunction in men.
This, of course, is stupid on its very face (though excess masturbation is a valid concern); we all know that women are the choosers. Us men don’t get to demand what sort of sex we receive, we just hope for the best. And besides that, for us an orgasm is an orgasm.
But a generation of women raised on bizarre porn..?
There’s a debate going on about who wants sex more – men or women? Quite frankly, there’s no answer to that question. We’re talking about apples and oranges. Men have sex for the act itself. Women do it for the catharsis. Men want casual sex with anyone, women want casual sex just as badly, but are extremely picky about who it’s with. Trying to compare these different methodologies is a crapshoot.
There is one thing we can say for certain, however – women have the potential to enjoy sex more than we do. Not just from multiple orgasms – not just from multiple partners – not just from multiple holes – remember, a woman’s enjoyment of sex is primarily cathartic in nature. It’s not about whether or not she orgasms, it’s about how Depraved and Dominated she can be. And that’s one helluva steep asymptote.
The Story of O pretty much nailed it, and nowadays teenage girls are watching BDSM porn to their little heart’s content. The only problem is, that a woman who’s a perpetual ball of Orgasmium doesn’t make much of a wife.
PMAFT quotes some comments showing how fed-up Young Men are getting with the current crop of young women out there. While these Nubile Bundles of Sex Pheromones might seem like a Hedonists’ Dream Come True, they’re anything but. Sexuality that rampant is utterly uncontrollable – Love is a pale, tattered thing compared to it, unable to restrain it. Young women today are little more than drug addicts, viewing all around them as means to an end, rather than ends in themselves.
Of course they use you.
Women of my generation – the tail end of Gen X – are an absolute mess. They’re deluded, entitled, bitchy, masculine, and there’s a fifty-fifty shot the’ll cheat on you and play you for a fool.
The Millenials make them look good.
With a Millenial woman, it’s not a fifty-fifty chance they’ll cheat on you – it’s a bloody guarantee. They’re wild little sex monkeys, running loose in society, with a support structure that absolves them of any responsibility. They can be a lot of fun (I rather like mine, she’s a sweet little thing) but a ‘relationship’ isn’t something that even Exists for these creatures. Pure, uncontrolled Id is all they are. You want to keep one around? Fuck her so hard that her eyes are crossed and she’s pissing herself. Let up for too long, and she’ll find another cock to bounce on.
That’s a tall order for Young Men who aren’t born naturals; learning Game will help you lads, but ultimately Age and Experience is what you need to steer you through the hurdles they toss up. Every Dog Has His Day – never forget that. Take all the shit you eat in High School, and turn it into a learning experience. Men age like wine, women age like milk – by the time you get to be old like me, things will be looking up.
I almost feel sorry for all the women who’ll end up alone in their old age.
H/T to Trollking for introducing me to my new favourite song; I’ve been laughing at this all day: