Lucy was never, ever going to let Charlie Brown kick that football.
And that golden unicorn NAWALT female you’re talking to online? Same thing.
I was reminded of how this goes, in talking to a young man online today. Our first interaction was a few days ago, when he challenged my open endorsement of MGTOW, and lectured me that there are still “good women” out there. At first, I was thinking that this was another typical married tradcon who didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground about incel life, but then he tells me that he used to be MGTOW himself; then he asked me to give a message to a certain female – who frequents this same forum – that he misses her and is glad she’s okay. I started to realize what he meant… This particular female is, from all I could tell, pretty close to the “golden unicorn” or “golden NAWALT” archetype: 26 years old, blonde, model material, politically conservative, owns an AR-15, is a Christian, knows how to cook, is a virgin, holds a Ph.D. and has a respectable career… To top it all off, she’s not a catty bitch – she’s always your friend. Yeah, imagine it. Oh I know what you’re thinking…as the old saying goes, even the most beautiful girl in the world…some man somewhere is sick of her bullshit; but from what I could tell about her (granted, not a whole lot) you’re probably not going to find anything closer to the true golden NAWALT than this. Fortunately for me, I’m old enough and jaded enough not to get my own hopes up, and my own rule about not exchanging contact information with females online was upheld; but we couldn’t say the same for this young man. He and I got to talking about the situation, and he wouldn’t go into detail, except to say that he and her got “extremely close” and were talking to each other all the time…but, only online, not in person. He said that they didn’t have a falling out per se, but that they were now incommunicado – clearly something happened but he wouldn’t get into it, and I didn’t press him. Simply put, he misses her, and he’s hurting.
I told him of the time when I was talking to a female over the internet whom I thought I was really clicking with, even to the point where we were having phone calls up to 12 hours long. I told him how, right about the time when we were in serious talks for me to get on a plane and go to her, she threw an out-of-nowhere curve ball provocation at me, blew it all up, and ties were suddenly cut. It’s like one of those videos of the guy carrying the big cake, and someone sticks their foot out and trips him. For me, this would have been a survivable incident, were it not for the fact that right at the same time, I was in between medications and went through what I now realize was a really bad serotonin crash. My emotional stability and rational thinking was badly compromised right at the wrong time, and to make a long story short, I was absolutely convinced that she had committed suicide. At no time before or since have I been that low, or cried my eyes out like that. Relief didn’t come until she gave me a much appreciated fuck-you e-mail the next day. One might think that it’s a shame to have had my social and psychiatric states both go bad at the same time like that, but the severity of it kept me from ever forgetting it. I don’t know how much of that I was able to impress upon this young man, because it’s hard to be talked out of sadness, but it’s a good opportunity to reflect on these things.
Now, let’s get down to business, and lay out the rules of how this long-distance, internet siren stuff works:
- Males and females both seek validation, but while validation for men comes in the form of sex, validation for females comes in the form of attention – the pursuit of them by the males.
- Needless to say (but we’ll list it anyway) females can get all of the validation they want over the internet and the phone, and in fact, they probably prefer it that way because it means they don’t have to pay the piper, so to speak.
- If a woman is actually going to go through with making physical contact with a man she knows online:
- It’s going to be a bad boy/Chad, who meets the minimum requirements, i.e. he’s tall, he has a chip on his shoulder, he has a high pre-selection score/history, he projects dominance over other males, etc.
- She’s likely going to be the one flying out to him, not the other way around.
- If you don’t meet the criteria in #3, here’s how it’s going to go: you’re going to give her all of the free attention she can consume, and then she’s going to find a way to throw you in the ditch – likely in a way that makes not only you think that it was your fault, but convinces her of that as well.
These females are nothing but internet sirens. It’s not as if they are “evil” necessarily, but nonetheless, they pose a real practical hazard for incels, and frankly, they should be avoided. They’re getting their emotional and psychological needs met by stringing along guys who are hundreds or thousands of miles away, and then discarding them and moving on to others who will simp them. Do they even know the harm they cause? Guys…that doesn’t even matter. They’re not going to stop, and so the admonishment remains: don’t get entangled with them. You see, they’re basically like what used to be called tarts – females who had a reputation for being temptresses, sluts, and running guys around – except that these ones don’t even have to make any physical contact with the poor suckers who get caught in the vortex. It’s all good, clean fun now, thanks to technology. Back in the old days, all civilizations across the globe understood the harm that female behavior like this caused…but that lore is long forgotten, and people these days don’t even recognize it as such because there’s no in-person contact, and so it’s assumed to be harmless. Everyone has been re-educated into thinking that all of the liabilities of promiscuity come in the form of disease and pregnancy, so they think this is all harmless. I guess it is harmless, for the females; the males incur real damage from it, but who cares? They don’t matter. Males are disposable. These guys are unattractive anyway, and as we’ve heard, they “nice guy” is actually sinister, so I guess deserve it – just more good pussy for Chad & Tyrone.
Anyway, the truth is that even if you do find that NAWALT unicorn, it doesn’t mean anything for you personally. All you’ll know is how good of a wife some other guy is going to get – some tall, cocky beefcake with his hat on backwards. But how do you know? The most practical way to tell is not by looking at her, but looking at yourself, and realizing where you fit in the game. You don’t even have to get out the tape measure, and see tall you are (you though I was going to say measure your dick, didn’t you…heh) or take a personality test to find out if you’re a bad boy or a milquetoast “nice guy” – all you need to do is an assessment of your own relationship history: if you’ve been a sub-beta up to this point, like a gamma or omega incel…nothing is going to change. It’s not going to happen. When you meet what you think is the “perfect woman” online, it doesn’t matter – you’re going to watch her come and then go, just like all the others. You’re not going to meet her in real life, the planets are not going to align… After she vanishes into the digital ether, you’re going to be right back where you started: incel. In fact, you will have never left where you started! Even if she makes you think that you stand out in her eyes, and you’ve actually got a chance, you don’t. It’s not going to happen.
People probably think I’m saying this stuff to smash dreams. No, I’m not. If I can save even one guy from touching that hot stove, yet again, it’s all worth it.
What can I say? When I see guys out there – good men like the one I mentioned at the beginning of this – it pains me to see the same script played out yet again. Someone has to say something. I know what he was feeling…it reminds me of an old song…