Three Books That Will Change Your Life.

AKA, "Three Books That Every Straight Man Must Read." Years ago, I was fortunate to run into someone who recommended these three books to me. Here they are, in order of recommended reading:

First is "The Red Queen: Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature." In order to begin to understand why people are the way we are, you have to understand where we came from--from a psychological perspective. Regardless of what current trendy BS is being propagated about how "society" affects the way men and women act, the author here demonstrates that there are biological truths about us as human beings that have been constant all along, and that will never go away. Reading the second half of this book was one of the most eye-opening experiences of my adult life, and enlightened me as to why men and women interact the way they do.

http://www.amazon.com/Red-Queen-Evolution-Human-Nature/dp/0060556579/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264269720&sr=8-1

Next is "The Mystery Method: How to Get Beautiful Women Into Bed." This book is controversial, much criticized, and simply one amongst a sea of competitors and impostors, but I believe that it is probably the single best window into the world of understanding women from a pick-up perspective. Put simply, if you are a guy who has difficulty getting the type of girls you want, then you need to study and absorb this book. Mystery put this together as the result of an enormous amount of effort, practice, and observation, and as far as I'm concerned, it's worth its weight in gold. Personally, there are a lot of things about the Mystery Method that I'm not willing to go along with--e.g., wearing ridiculous clothes, using lots of canned material, etc.--but regardless, the principles that underlie this book are solid as a rock.

http://www.amazon.com/Mystery-Method-Beautiful-Women-Into/dp/0312360118/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264271106&sr=1-1

Finally is "The Way of the Superior Man," which is required for understanding women once you've actually entered into a relationship with them. The term "Superior Man" has nothing to do with being superior to women--rather, it means becoming superior to the man you used to be, meaning more like "exemplary." Reading through this book, I felt like I was watching a "This Is Your Life" TV show which should've been entitled "This Is Everything You've Done Wrong in Past Relationships!" The author here explains, in a kind and insightful way, how to deal with female behavior as a man so as to (1) keep your girlfriend/wife enthralled with you and (2) keep the spark between the two of you alive for as long as possible. After implementing this book into my life, maintaining a successful long term relationship became like second nature to me. No longer was I left to wonder "What went wrong?," because now I understood how to do everything right.

http://www.amazon.com/Way-Superior-Man-David-Deida/dp/1591792576/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264271558&sr=1-1

So there they are, in order of learning how to: (1) understand girls; (2) get them; and (2) keep them. If you are a straight man and you read these three books carefully, I guarantee you will never view the world the same again.

Brooklyn Love is All About Japanese Hostess Love

This blog has quickly degraded into a running monologue of my unhealthy preoccupation with Japanese chicks.

Continuing with that theme, here is a quick video example of why Japanese hostesses and their hair rule my world.

When I lived in Osaka, one of my main girlfriends, who was a hostess, used to take a cab to my place straight after work at 3am with her hair still done up like this. It was the greatest thing ever.

All Those Ones That Got Away...

Damn! I can't stand the feeling of regret afterwards, of not having talked to a girl when I had the chance. Like Edwin Torres said in "Carlito's Way" - "When I think of all the fine trim I let slip through my hands, God damn!!"

Today coming home from school on the train I ended up across from a Japanese chick who was so up my alley - bright-colored heels with jeans, designer bag, that hairstyle where they curl the ends that drives me nuts like in the photo above. I sat the entire time trying to formulate a way to say something - not that I'm afraid (that's never, ever my problem), but because there were no open seats next to her and I didn't feel like carrying on a conversation from across the car and making us a spectacle (J-chicks are especially sensitive to this).

On top of it all, I'm almost positive she took a picture of me! First she was playing with her cellphone. After that, she took out what looked like another cellphone with a digicam and pointed it at me when she thought I was reading my newspaper, and I saw the little rear 'photo light' go off (which Japanese cellphones have to discourage perverts, or 'chikans,' from taking photos of girls on the train without them realizing it).

Anyway, such a lame feeling, when you let one slip away that is so your type. Of course the odds of me actually getting anywhere with her even if I had talked to her are an entirely different matter. But at least I wouldn't have this feeling of regret.

Japanese Girls - Part One

In case there was ever any doubt, I would like to inform everyone in the world of the fact that Japanese girls are God's gift to mankind.

How it can be that there exists such a dichotomy? - a place like Japan, where you can flip through fashion magazines in a convenience store and gawk over the beautiful models, and then step outside into the street and see the same model-like girls dressed to the nines walking right past you. I know this to be true, because I have lived it. Not to mention, the disproportionately large number of J-girls that possess amazing personalities, hilarious senses of humor, awesome interests and hobbies, and so on.

Contrast that with the USA, where the current trend among girls my age seems to be 'who can dress the most comfortably and read the most online celebrity gossip at the same time.' The girls at my school come to class wearing pajamas and Uggs.. PAJAMAS!! In Japan the girls wear heels while riding bicycles to school. I guess they must not be as 'enlightened' as the gems we are breeding over here.

Funny, however, how all the American guys go ga-ga upon arriving in the Crooked Isle and realizing what a raw deal we have here in the States. Unfortunately for most though, the commonly held stereotype of Japanese girls - that they will go for any foreigner - is painfully untrue as of 2008, as any foreign man who has lived there recently and lamented over the unattainability of the vast majority of women will tell you (if he is not deluding himself).

As my male Japanese friends would all tell me, by and large, the only Japanese girls who go for foreign guys nowadays are typically (1) nuts; or (2) unpopular among Japanese guys. Outside of those two categories, you seldom find a high-quality J-girl who will give a foreigner a shot (although it does happen).

Finally, I leave you with a little bit of heaven. Until next time.

Living With J.O.S.E.

You know it's funny, in our society, we never really associate the negative traits of cattiness or petty jealousy with men. Of course, we men carry with us an entire host of foul social baggage - however, I think most folks would agree that when one imagines individuals holding grudges against another member of the same sex for being 'attractive' or 'popular with the opposite sex,' we generally think of women. After thirty years of being on this planet, I have come to realize that men can and do engage in this practice at least as much as women. Let me explain...

I was a pretty ugly kid and teenager, as many of my peers (and even adults and family) had the courtesy to inform me while as I was growing up. I didn't really like eating, so as a result, I was rail-skinny, with a sunken-in face and black circles under my eyes, and a disproportionately large head. Combine that with the most stubbornly stiff hair outside of China (I had the same 'Dumb and Dumber' haircut for the first 17 years of my life), and we're talking complete rejection by females. It was pretty pathetic. Needless to say, I remained a virgin all the way through high school. Nope, not even a kiss.

Fast forward to my very early twenties - I started to eat and lift weights. I bought some clothes that fit. I shaved my useless hair off. I went to Coney Island and got a suntan. Then, one day, my friend's girlfriend at the time made a remark about me being "hot." I was flabbergasted. Up to that point, I had never imagined myself as being attractive to the opposite sex, in my wildest dreams. It was such a new concept to me. I had pretty much given up on the idea of ever attracting females through anything besides luck or whatever 'witty' conversation I could nervously manage (which was none) long ago.

Fast forward again, to almost a decade later. After enormous trial and effort, major self-reassessment, and a couple of heartbreaks (including that devastating first one that we all go through), I have had what I think anyone can call 'success' with the opposite sex. I have a solid understanding of how to attract the women I want (if I'm not in a relationship). I also have a abundant 'fantasy file': vivid memories of past girlfriends and others to keep me upbeat on those rainy days. I'm not trying to brag - rather, trying to point out that it was only once I started to see success with the opposite sex, that I began to feel the evil eyes from my own fellow males.

The 'haters' tend to fall into one of two general categories: (1) Middle-aged, (unhappily) married men with children, usually short, fat, and balding; or (2) Younger, grumpy guys who are unsuccessful with women who, ironically, are also usually short, fat, and balding.

Now of course I have no friends that fit into these categories - the few I did are now ex-friends, precisely because they proved themselves to be 'haters'. Nowadays, I tend to come into forced contact with these types mostly through work or school.

Just a few of the experiences I have had with these 'admirers':

1. When I worked construction years ago, while I was dating my first girlfriend (the "flawless" half-asian). She came to meet me for lunch one day on the Brooklyn Bridge, where we were replacing the roadway. Once my foreman (who used to catcall fat housewives in spandex powerwalking over the bridge) and coworkers (who all fit into one of the two categories I laid out above) saw my girlfriend, who was wearing an awesome sundress and heels, their attitude towards me changed immediately. "What the hell is she doing with you," my foreman muttered after lunch. It got to the point after a couple of weeks where me and the foreman almost came to blows as a result of his behavior towards me. Needless to say, I 'quit and got fired' not long afterwards.

2. In the military, I made the mistake of talking about my love life (in very normal, casual terms, e.g. "I'm going to hang out with a couple of college girls this weekend") in front of some of the, you guessed it, middle-aged, short, fat, and balding sergeants. Lo and behold, their attitude also changed, and so did our work relationship.

3. During our 'graduate school prom' recently, I ended up taking home a very fine 21yr old from the party that several - wait for it - short, fat, and balding classmates of mine were ogling over all night. Once again, attitudes towards me changed like day to night, and a couple of those balding classmates who I was on friendly terms with before, now give me sideways glances (not that I could care less).

The only other friend of mine who likes to keep the company of beautiful girls has noticed the same phenomenon. Bizarre.

Forget "evil." What I really want to know is, "what jealousy lies in the hearts of men" - and why?