An in-law gives me a look…

December 21, 2010

…and it’s got me wondering.

Family function at my brother’s the other day: his wife has a niece (18-19) who’s a HB8-9. I’ve occasionally gotten a look from the Niece that had me nervous, but the last one has me downright worried.

I don’t want to be the Creepy Uncle; truth be told, I think (*IF* I am reading her correctly) she might be focusing on me because my brother is married to her aunt. This would be an explosive situation if it progressed. Fortunately, these family get togethers are infrequent–the best course of action is to ignore it, and hope that her current boyfriend keeps her otherwise occupied.

But…damn, it’s been a loooooong time since I got that look from a woman. It makes you feel young (well, younger).


I guess that’s one reason we don’t hook up…

December 12, 2010

The Journalist swung by the desk last week for some idle chit chat, and she started griping about the person she was waiting for:

“I can’t believe this guy is taking so long. I would never let my boyfriend or husband make me wait like this.”

I give her a sidelong glance; “Really?”

She didn’t notice my look–far too busy checking her Iphone for messages. “Yeah.”

I saw the guy she was waiting for get off the elevator. “I guess that’s one reason we don’t hook up.”

Her eyes went round as saucers. Whatever response she might have made was cut off by the arrival of her associate. I have no idea if she looked back at me– I got busy with my own work. Whether she knew it or not, she just eliminated herself from “the pool of potentials”. If I have learned one thing from the Roissysphere/Manosphere, it is this: Never, never, ever, let a woman dictate your level of importance to you.

I remember being worried over feeling jealous at the sight of the Journalist getting a hug from a guy– worried because it meant I was slightly pedestalizing her, and suffering from attachment. That conversation killed that once and for all. Thank God. My time is running out, and the last thing I need to do is pine over a woman who would treat me like my time is less important than hers.

Never sell yourself short. Ever.


Roosh has a couple of posts….

September 30, 2010

…that are a must read: The Future of Game, which is slightly depressing, but logically inevitable.

How To Shorten Your Game Learning Curve, which reminds me that I need to re-read “Bang”. Practice makes perfect.


A little uncertainty can be usefull…

September 28, 2010

An interesting interaction between myself and the Journalist has led to a change in her behavior towards me; I was going through some orientation material with a new hire, when the Journalist came up and introduced herself:

Her: “Hi, I’m X,…I’m one of (The Blanque)’s favorites.”

Me: “You’re one of my favorites?” (with a note of surprise in my voice)

Her: (turning to look directly at me) “Yeah.”

Me: “You are?” (I injected a slight note of disapproval into my voice as I said this)

Her: “Aren’t I?”

Me: (saying nothing, but cocking my head and raising an eyebrow as I looked at her, trying to convey that she was being a bit presumptuous)

I swear to you, I could see the wheels in her head start spinning, trying to figure out what she had done wrong. I’ll give her props on this, though–she never let her worry go any further than her eyes.

I let her hang there for about a minute, then let her down easy, saying that yes, she was one of my favorites (with a slight emphasis on the one), and that I just wanted to see her sweat a little. Since then, she’s been more…attentive, even flirtatious as she speaks to me–prior to this, it’s been a casual “good morning” as she went past. She’s definitely putting more effort to engage me as encounters me during the day. I think I successfully reminded her that she can’t take me for granted.

I guess it’s ok to shake a woman’s foundations a little bit every once in a while.


She almost had me…

August 23, 2010

Women always test.

The Journalist stopped by the desk, bearing a scratch ticket.

She: Give me a quarter. I’ll play it right here, and if I win, I’ll look out for you (she’ll cut me in).

Me: Wait–did you win? (I was referring to a conversation we had last week, when she bought a Big Game/Megabucks ticket, and told me not to play because she was going to win.)

She: I haven’t even played it yet!

Me: No, no–I mean last week.

She: (Blank look, then..) Oh! Uh, no–I lost.

Me: Waitaminute–you told me not to play because you bought a ticket! I might have won if I had played!

She: C’mon–gimme a quarter!

And I almost did it–I caught myself fishing a quarter out of my pocket. Damnit! Fortunately, she got distracted by one of my co-workers, and forgot about it altogether.

I’m not sure what I would have done; how do you diffuse a situation like that without seeming like a dick?

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Speaking of failing tests, I watched the following on Saturday:

There’s some kind of event going on at Government Center, and there are a bunch of performers on stage doing salsa and contemporary dance. One troop moves off stage, and move inside to change clothes–all except one woman, who proceeds to whip off her costume by the side of the stage. The Sergeant (Gold Shield means Sergeant, right?) steps up and asks her to move around the corner. She didn’t even look up at him, and said: “Do I make you uncomfortable?”, to which he responded, “Yeah, a little”. She chuckled, and said, “You’ll get used to it.”

And he let her go on disrobing. Poor bastard–that woman dissed him, and he didn’t have a clue as to what to do about it.

Women always test!


Justice Scalia is a prophet. Woe unto us all.

August 8, 2010

Bob Belvedere, of Camp of the Saints, relates the following over in the comments section of The Other McCain:

In 2003 people said Justice Scalia was ‘crazy’ when, in his dissent in Lawrence v. Texas, he said the decision would inevitably lead to the courts ruling ‘gay marriage’ constitutional using the 14th Amendment. Well, it is rather obvious, in light of the decisions that have come out of state and federal courts across the country, that Nino is a prophet.

None of this is surprising. Ideology inevitably leads to taking ideas to their logical conclusions outside of reality because ideas are laboratory experiments. Same sex marriage is one of the stops along the way to the end of opening marriage to every kind and type of combination — logic demands it…and soon the ideologues will, too.

In light of the logic used by Judge Walker, Matt, what is to stop a future judge from ruling that one can marry a close relative, or multiple people, or a minor? The answer is ‘NOTHING’.

And, again:

In the 1990’s, when the fight for ‘gay marriage’ began in earnest, many dismissed it chances of success as ’silly’ and ‘crazy’ – the laugh is now on them.

What is to stop the age of consent from being lowered or abolished [especially as we continue to give Sharia legal standing]?

Woe unto us.


I must be doing something right,….

August 8, 2010

…because I got a scoped out by an easy 6 at the Mickey D’s Friday morning–while she was sitting next to her man.

I stop off at the place every morning before work for my morning coffee and sandwich (I ain’t paying the Dunkin’s rate until they bring the quality up), and as I’m sitting there eating I feel eyes on me. I look up, and there’s a brunette giving me solid eye contact. She held my gaze for a good five seconds, then broke off to answer a question or comment from the man she was with. A few minutes later, the two get up to leave–and she gives me another five second stare, looking back over her shoulder at me as her friend emptied their trays. She then took his proffered hand, and the two left together.

Man, what an ego boost. I’ve seen women give that look to others, but I’ve never been on the receiving end myself–not even when I was getting laid. “Late bloomer”, indeed–maybe getting old isn’t as bad as I thought it was.

UPDATE: And it happened again, today (8/16), as I was leaving work–this time from an 8 who stopped, gave me a once over, did a classic lip-bite, and then left. Damn me for not realizing what had happened until she was across the street!