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would be if she just came in, dropped her panties, bent over and said "do me, please". Because the fact is, if you want to cultivate that kind of response the only way it can be done (without recourse to pharmaceuticals of dubious legality) is by cultivating a proactive pattern of sexual behavior in which you do initiate often and enthusiastically enough that she feels confident and secure enough to initiate sex herself without fear of rejection (which women handle and interpret entirely differently than we do) secure in the knowledge that yes, you do find her irresistibly attractive because why else would you be trying relentlessly to nail her all the time?
So suck it up and go make out with your wife. If you do it right, she'll forget all about who started it.
Chapter Seven:
Alpha Move: Give H er C hocolate . . . T he R ight W way!
Athol and I and a whole bunch of other Manosphere guys are hardcore geeks and nerds (there is a difference, but only a geek would know it and only a nerd would argue about it). That's off-putting to some folks who don't "get" sci-fi and think it's all a bunch of ray guns and rocket ships.
The fact is, the reason a lot of us geek- out about sci-fi and comics and such is that they present more elegant and useful metaphors for the realities of our post-industrial existence . "Using the Force", for instance, when you are closing your eyes driving through traffic on the interstate, or "entering the Neutral Zone" when undertaking activity of dubious legality. The fact is, we use sci-fi metaphors because they are apt and elegant and they are a common point of reference for many of us who … didn't do a lot of dating in High School.
That being said as preface, we come to the topic of the chapter , the proper (Red Pill) way to give your wife chocolate.
Mrs. Ironwood and I have been eagerly enjoying The Big Bang Theory , not only for it's witty nerdicissms but also for it's portrayal of a gang of misfit Betas, Sigmas, Deltas and Omegas attempt to overcome their terminal geekatude and find babes. When one (Leonard) actually does, his roommate Sheldon, an anal-retentive OCD narcissistic genius theoretical physicist, has a hard time dealing with her feminine idiosyncrasies . Instead of pitching a hissy fit, he handles the situation with masculine cunning.
Basically, when the girlfriend, Penny, did something Sheldon didn’t like, he gave her a note of disapproval until she corrected the behavior. When she did, he casually offered her a chocolate in pursuit of Pavlovian programming. Sheldon was, in essence, building Leonard a “better girlfriend”, even though Leonard did not believe the tactic would work. Try to find the clip on the internet somewhere, or check out the episode – it’s Red Pill gold.
When Mrs. Ironwood and I first watched this, we laughed so hard we almost peed.
And after that it became an inside joke. I started carrying around a small bag of candy (Hershey's drops, but any kind of small, easily portable chocolate candy will do) and whenever she did something I approved of, say, initiate sex, talk dirty, or verbally offer me respect for what I do, or some such, I'd whip out the bag and say "Chocolate?" and she'd laugh. I'd laugh. Funny.
But I kept doing it. After a while, it stopped being funny in one way, and started being funny in another as she acknowledged my conscious attempts to take control of the relationship and modify her behavior . Whenever I suddenly offered her a chocolate, it was a tangible and concrete sign of my approval, and a tacit rejection of the behavior she avoided.
In other words, it made her unconscious behaviors I disliked conscious , calling her out and holding her accountable, while rewarding her for her efforts to counter them -- even if they were accidental. I tried to never do it ironically, always supportively. And after a while, I didn't
So suck it up and go make out with your wife. If you do it right, she'll forget all about who started it.
Chapter Seven:
Alpha Move: Give H er C hocolate . . . T he R ight W way!
Athol and I and a whole bunch of other Manosphere guys are hardcore geeks and nerds (there is a difference, but only a geek would know it and only a nerd would argue about it). That's off-putting to some folks who don't "get" sci-fi and think it's all a bunch of ray guns and rocket ships.
The fact is, the reason a lot of us geek- out about sci-fi and comics and such is that they present more elegant and useful metaphors for the realities of our post-industrial existence . "Using the Force", for instance, when you are closing your eyes driving through traffic on the interstate, or "entering the Neutral Zone" when undertaking activity of dubious legality. The fact is, we use sci-fi metaphors because they are apt and elegant and they are a common point of reference for many of us who … didn't do a lot of dating in High School.
That being said as preface, we come to the topic of the chapter , the proper (Red Pill) way to give your wife chocolate.
Mrs. Ironwood and I have been eagerly enjoying The Big Bang Theory , not only for it's witty nerdicissms but also for it's portrayal of a gang of misfit Betas, Sigmas, Deltas and Omegas attempt to overcome their terminal geekatude and find babes. When one (Leonard) actually does, his roommate Sheldon, an anal-retentive OCD narcissistic genius theoretical physicist, has a hard time dealing with her feminine idiosyncrasies . Instead of pitching a hissy fit, he handles the situation with masculine cunning.
Basically, when the girlfriend, Penny, did something Sheldon didn’t like, he gave her a note of disapproval until she corrected the behavior. When she did, he casually offered her a chocolate in pursuit of Pavlovian programming. Sheldon was, in essence, building Leonard a “better girlfriend”, even though Leonard did not believe the tactic would work. Try to find the clip on the internet somewhere, or check out the episode – it’s Red Pill gold.
When Mrs. Ironwood and I first watched this, we laughed so hard we almost peed.
And after that it became an inside joke. I started carrying around a small bag of candy (Hershey's drops, but any kind of small, easily portable chocolate candy will do) and whenever she did something I approved of, say, initiate sex, talk dirty, or verbally offer me respect for what I do, or some such, I'd whip out the bag and say "Chocolate?" and she'd laugh. I'd laugh. Funny.
But I kept doing it. After a while, it stopped being funny in one way, and started being funny in another as she acknowledged my conscious attempts to take control of the relationship and modify her behavior . Whenever I suddenly offered her a chocolate, it was a tangible and concrete sign of my approval, and a tacit rejection of the behavior she avoided.
In other words, it made her unconscious behaviors I disliked conscious , calling her out and holding her accountable, while rewarding her for her efforts to counter them -- even if they were accidental. I tried to never do it ironically, always supportively. And after a while, I didn't
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