12 April 2008
Ten-plus out of ten
The perfect woman, says Roissy in DC, has to be imperfect:
She has to have at least one flaw you can exploit to keep her feet on the ground and her head out of the clouds. Plus, it makes her more human and, through osmosis, makes you more human. This type is not hard to find since every woman has flaws. The only perfect women are the ones who are made perfect by worshipful betas.
But don't ever say you're not looking for the perfect woman. You are, and that should be your mindset. You don't set out searching for your soulmate selling yourself short with a list of lover exemptions that gives her a pass on pleasing you.
Maybe I've spent too much time talking to Chuck, but "selling short" to me has always meant selling something you didn't actually own.
As to Roissy's personal desiderata, I endorse some outright, endorse others with reservations, and recoil in horror from some. Different strokes for different folks, and all that. Then again, he refers to himself as "a romantic at heart," a description I've tried, and failed, to affix to myself: if I didn't know better, and technically I don't, I'd swear I'd sacrificed all the passion on the altar of vague contentment.
(Courtesy of Michael Blowhard.)
Posted at 3:49 PM to Table for One
I'd swear I'd sacrificed all the passion on the altar of vague contentment.
Yeah, me too. I've always subscribed to "The Perfect Woman as a Pair of Comfortable Shoes Theory." I'd rather have comfortable shoes than stylish ones that hurt my feet, as it were.
Considering my alarming lack of success, perhaps that isn't viable.
People like that guy you quoted annoy me.
I know my own flaws all too well; having my (supposedly) Immortal Beloved pointing them out to me as a way of keeping me "grounded" would only serve to either:
a. make me so "grounded" that my heart is, figuratively speaking, on the floor. And I doubt his type wants a depressive girlfriend
or, more likely these days,
b. get angry enough to just walk out. (No, I'm not the type who would egg his car, or crush his iPhone under my heel, or do some other kind of symbolic destruction, as tempting as that would be.)
But then again, maybe one of my flaws is that I've finally figured out just for how long I was a doormat.
A flaw you can exploit to keep her from feeling good about herself and being too confident? She shouldn't get a pass on pleasing you in all areas?
Give the guy a blow-up doll that won't disappoint him. No woman needs the emotional abuse this guy hints at.
I'm for crushing his iPhone under a heel, myself.
Actually, the main reason I posted that was because of that "exploit [her] flaws" bit; it sounded, well, rather strange to me, and I wanted to see if anyone else thought so. Apparently it was worse than I thought.
Still, with this on the table, perhaps claiming not to be "a romantic at heart" might somehow redound to my benefit.
After posting my comment - just for the sake of hoping I hadn't misinterpreted the chap - I popped over to his site to see the rest of his list.
Um. Yeah. What Terry said. Because then Roissy could point out to the blow-up doll that she was an "air head" and she'd not disagree with him, and apparently everyone would be happy.
The best relationship I ever had (which, alas, still didn't work out, but it wasn't my fault) was with a guy who made me feel like I was smart, beautiful AND funny when I was with him.
I'm good enough at making myself feel bad about myself; if I let another person into my life I don't need someone who's just parroting what my Inner Critic says.
Guys, did you just encountered Roissy and his flock? His blog is all about the Game, as in - planning seduction and keeping your prey as a matter of sport. Ergo - division of all men to Alphas, Betas and the rest of unpronounceable Greek alphabet, ergo - evaluation of women as prizes on trophey ladder, ergo - peacock mating fights with other men on his blog, etc etc.
The guy is a poseur and I suspect, a miserable creature unable to feel real closeness with a woman.
Michael Blowhard..that is a different story. He's a provocateur, hunter for blog popularity by any means necessary. But also, I think, he [secretly and not so secretly] enjoys Roissy voicing up his own fantasies. You know, men over 50...OK, SOME men over 50.
His blog is all about the Game
I harbor a deep, seething disdain for those who play games with other people, as though there were only one story to be told in the entire universe, their own.
Even when they're running for President?
Is that a rhetorical question?