The modern “game” thinking on love is beta. If you listen to most men who claim to run game, you’ll hear them say, “All women are fungible. If you elevate one woman above all others, you’re beta.” Those guys have clearly never been in love.
More than most, I am an advocate of love. I hope everyone reading this falls deeply in love. I have been in love twice.
Psychotic, possessive, scary love. Drug love where you feel high when you’re with your girl, and feel low when she’s away. Gay love where you hug the pillow she slept on last night. Patronly love where you want her to call you when her flight lands, and insist on having her tell you when she made it home safely.
A man can only find out if he’s an alpha male once he’s felt all-consuming love for a woman.
If a dumb slut spits venom at you, it doesn’t take courage to smack her. A man doesn’t need strength of character to tell a cum rag to pack her bags. The world is filled with slimy holes and warm mouths. The world is not, however, filled with women to fall in love with
Most men are lucky to fall in love thrice in a lifetime. Yet even the women who love you will shit test you.
Will you grab the hair of the woman you love, throwing her to the bed, telling her to comply? Will you smack her filthy mouth when she back-talks you? Will you leave bruises on her arms and legs for rebelling?
Will you demand she obey, knowing that she may instead walk away?
If she leaves, your body will ache. Your stomach will drop. The acid in your stomach will feel like it’s tearing through your intestines. Your face will flush, making you look like an embalmed man on display at his own funeral – fitting, since you will want to die.
Do you call her to tell her you’re sorry? Do you ask for a second chance? Do you agree to meet her demands, if only it means she’ll be yours again – if only for a little while?
When you are willing to suffer through the pain of losing love, only then may you call yourself a man.