|"I AM! I just lost my spacesuit! Quit laughing!"|
Fellas, the ambient temperature gauge in my car no longer says “ICY” every morning, the Shamrock Shake is back, and my pasty-white legs are seeing sunlight. For me, that means spring is finally upon us. As you all know, with spring comes the clichéd urge to chase after women that will be wearing less and less as the temperature rises and rises.
Being somewhat of a veteran in the ways of chasing women (figuratively, of course... unless I'm playing Tag – which is still cool, by the way) I feel the need to pass on some of my tried-and-true knowledge.
Now before you make any sort of assumptions, I should let you know that the following wisdom has nothing to do with any of that "Pickup Artist" type of bullshit. I'm going on record and saying that only girls, not women, fall for that crap. Keep in mind, I use the term “woman” subjectively. If she’s mature in years, but still has the mental capacity of a 21 year old that thinks Buckhead Saloon is the best bar in Milwaukee, she’s a girl. Though, that example only holds water in this argument. When it comes to real life, I'll use whatever term I damn well feel like using. Sorry, I get defensive sometimes. Back off! I just do. Moving on.
My expertise deals with mature women, and when I say “expertise”, I mean a very acute knowledge that has taken many, many mistakes to figure out, and when I say "acute", I mean it; the sheer abundance of emotional and mental elements that make up the modern woman is enough to give any man a coma-inducing stroke. In fact, it’s safe to say that about 98% of what goes on in a woman's head is probably still beyond my grasp. But that 2%.... I have that shit locked down, and it would be selfish to keep it to myself – doing so would be a great disservice to my fellow men out there.
Notice how I called you my fellow men and not my Bros. That's 1 of the 2% right there. Referring to your friends as "bros" should have left your vernacular the moment you graduated college. Your kitchenware doesn’t consist of Dixie Cups and stolen sporks anymore – it's time to embrace the maturity of your peers. If you don't know what to use instead... so help me, I will personally bitch-slap the stupid outta you.
“What, pray tell is the counterpart to the lack of Bro-age, then?” you're probably asking. That other 1% is simple: Honesty.
Kind of anti-climactic, isn’t it? There it is, simple and boring.
Before you dismiss me and click that little "X" in the upper right-hand corner there, keep in mind that I’m not saying, “HEY! Stop telling women you're a Ninja Bullfighter, that job title does not exist!” Well, I’m saying that too, because frankly, that’s a dumbass thing to say to someone. Seriously. But having an honest approach goes way beyond the realm of what you say, it also includes how you act – the way you portray yourself. Trying to impress a lady by pretending to be a more intelligent, kind, tough or wealthy version of yourself carries the foul stench of impending failure, because it’s basically lying to someone you're going to be seeing on a regular basis. Sooner or later, that facade of yours is going to fade away, the person your girlfriend has grown to like will no longer exist, and there’s little chance of that situation ending well. If you base a relationship on lies… you may as well keep your bags packed, because the writing was on the wall before you even had a chance to paint it a different color.
“Just be yourself” is the advice you always heard from your parents when you were growing up, especially your mom. Why did she say that to you over and over again? Because she fucking knew better! She’s dealt with the liars and phonies in the past and she eventually saw through all of their bullshit and dumped them for someone better. She’s seen what happens, and she’s trying to prevent you from making the same mistake as the guys she dumped, because she viewed them as liars, probably just looking to get lucky.
If you are just trying to get laid, keep calling your friends “Bros” and go seek advice somewhere else. I’m not some jackass who calls himself “Mystery”, likes to wear furry hats and does cheap magic tricks outside of nightclubs. Subscribe to that method of meeting girls, and I assure you, the final scenes of your personal life will parallel his inevitable conclusion: Solitude and sadness. Mystery and his ragtag group of “pickup artists” were nothing more than a cheap gimmick. If they weren’t, they would have done more than limp through two seasons on VH1 – a network where “RuPaul’s Drag Race” is on its fourth.
|Clearly, this is someone you should take seriously.|
Apologies for going off on a tangent, but after years of spending my nights surrounded by guys trying that crap on women, then moments later watching those very same women turn around and start laughing with their friends, I feel the need to try and help by voicing my opinion. But like all advice I give, it comes with the disclaimer: Use at your discretion – just because it works for me, doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll work for you. I’ve found success because I don’t have the patience to lie, and frankly, I’m not that good at it. The person I am when standing next to a woman I’m interested in is the same person I am when standing next to anyone else. Unless you’re a douchebag, then I can be a real asshole – another thing I’m open and honest about. There are no extra stories or mannerisms I have to memorize, and there are no unpleasant surprises for anyone else. I sure as hell don’t have it all figured out, but at least I have that one little section of my life set straight.
So fellas... give it a try. What do you have to lose? Nothing – we've all dealt with rejection, and we will all continue to deal with it. It’s a part of life, so why not step away from the comfort zone of falsehoods and enter a world of veracity. Just think of it as a way to make sure you don't have to remember to live like it's an alternate reality. It's less work! Less work for your relationship!! And if it does pan out, the next time you and your new girlfriend are in bed, show me some appreciation... mid-pump, say "Jeff says Hi". Why? Because it's fucking funny, that’s why.
|See? Told ya.|
A special note to the ladies who have made it this far: First of all... if your new boyfriend says "Jeff says Hi" while he's trying to throw down his best moves; you read this, you know where it came from, so just laugh at it because the three of us you know you should. Secondly, and more importantly (for you two, anyway), if he's being honest, be honest right back. The old Girl Games of Courtship need to be left behind, like men using the word "bro". If you're interested in dating him after he shows interest in you, just tell him. If you're not, just tell him. If your man does get past the first kiss but still screws something up, just tell him. If you want to fool around with him while he's wearing a panda suit, just tell him.... then drop me a line, I know a guy that has one.
“Is peacach é gach naomh.”