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.

But Ripper's Guide to Strip Clubs in the Bronx

But Ripper puts you on about where the real xxx action is going down in the Bronx.

Rochester Strip Club Review Dated Added: Sat Sep 22 2001 Submitted by: Coop

Beware of Klassy Cat in Rochester, NY. Though the girls who dance for the Klassy Cat are the prettiest strippers in Rochester, they may not be the nicest. Don't get me wrong, most of the girls are very friendly or give the impression they are. But after today, I'm not so sure. This may make me sound like a loser, but this is to warn all the less than "hunky" guys out there about the place. I went to Klassy Cat this afternoon. I had a couple of beers and watched the girls dance. I tipped a few and I was respective of them when I had contact with them. There was one dancer there today, I didn't catch her name, she has long blonde hair, apparently a whole body tan, is about 5' tall with a hard body and is very well endowed. Well, being a red blooded male I thought "wow". After she was through with her set I sat and waited patiently for her to come out so I could ask her for a table dance. She was in the dressing room for quite a while. Then she came out with three other girls wearing a very short white mini skirt and thigh red leather boots and a red thong. After the music quit playing she went back into the dancers dressing room. I waited a few minutes longer than I got up and asked the bartender if she would be available for a table dance or if she was done. The bartender told me she was sure she was available and said she would go and tell her I would like a table dance. I waited by the cigarette machine for a few minutes. She came out an chatted with one of the other dancers and played around. She also talked to a guy who must have been a regular. She went back into the dressing room and so did the dancer she was talking to. A few moments later the dancer she was talking to came out and was pulling a small luggage case behind her. She said "see you later" to me and then she left. The dancer I wanted a table dance from came back out of the dressing room and put her arms around my neck. She gave me a little hug and told me she had to go to the little girls room then she would be right back. After being ignored for about an hour I finally left. So just be careful when you go to Klassy Cat.

"But Ripper's" Guide to picking up Hookers in the Bronx

I stumbled across two of the greatest internet postings of all time, on World Sex Guide, written by a playa who calls himself "But Ripper."

"bronx, ny Street Action Dated Added: Mon Sep 2002
Submitted by: but ripper

What's good my horny people? But ripper is back to get you nasty muthafucka's up to date on my 'dick to hard to sleep' romps.... I usually hit the streets around 4:30 am right after the clubs close out and them grimy bitches get to 'poundin the pavement'... If you know the streets you know 'round the 1st and 15th of the month is prime time to catch a thick bitch fresh off a crack binge....Don't assume that all crack ho's have a gray complexion, ashy lips, and open canker sore's...Shit, some of these bitches is fresh out of jail or rehab, thick as shit, and some just started smoking and begun to realize they need to put a dick in they mouth in order to satisfy that addiction.. Yeah, I know it's a fucked up game - but you need to have a strong stomach if you want to pull some righteous shit off the street... "I'm a show ya how to do this man!"~~~~~~I been up on 1st...on the border of Mt. Vernon and the Bronx, 'right near 241 st. last stop on the 2 line...Let me tell you bout this bitch I bagged round 4:20 am the other night. After I dropped my boy home after a night at the Medallis on 38th and 8th, which by the way, is now straight wack - since my man Big Doug no longer runs it "God Bless the Dead" - anyway, I sees this nice round booty walkin up the block and I initially don't think she's a ho cause she's too well dressed and her body is a little too tight - Naturally, the dog must bark// Shit, as horny as I been lately I just needed my dick touched...The bitch approaches and asks my name...We go thru the routine.."you not police," she asks...I say, "Do I look like Police." "How you doin, my name is Joe (of course, it's not - but the bitch can't have my government). "Hi, my name is Monique." I still don't think she's a street walker cause she talkin bout how she stressed and she just needed to get out and take a walk. All along I'm thinkin: "Bitch, I picked you up on the stroll, Be real!!!!" But I play her game, cause I want to get a whiff of that booty...I take the bitch to get some stuff..."I refuse to go into detail during this period - cause it was too grimy for print..~~~~~Anyway, I gets the bitch back to my crib in Yonkers...after picking up a pack of cigs and beet. She knows I'm horny - but she acts like she want to sit there and watch the big screen DVD and shit! I soon give her the look like, "Bitch, get out them jeans and get naked..." She knows it's time and promptly gets up and washes her ass in my bathroom...She comes out all sweet smellin and shit and stands in front of me...I'm layin on the couch with a spliff in one hand and my dick in the other..."Well," she says...Her body is tight...titties all round and big with huge nipples...nice semi-wise ass with a little belly...The bitch got a cute face with a little bob hairdo that resembles Toni Braxton a bit...At first she wants to suck it standing up - but I love to see a bitch on her knees handling her bizness...~~~~So I arrange the position that has her head between my knees...She knows how to work her head and shit, makes me proud...I'm luvin this bitch right now! After I almost shoot a big fat pack of goo in her mouth she takes it out while I put on one a them jumbo rubbers on my big, pretty, black dick...I proceed to wear that bitch out all night and she wants to hold hands when we walk out my condo...I just met the bitch - she fuckes my brains out and I still don't know if she's really a ho...But I do know that I'm a muthafuckin pimp!!!!!~~~ (Review # 6067)"

Who knows what Jealousy lies in the Hearts of Men.. Pt II.

I've weathered many failures in my life, I'm not embarrassed to admit (most of the time). These range from professional and academic, to personal and internal. For the most part, I always strive to view my failures as harsh classrooms, there to show me what not to do the next time as I continue (and I always continue) on my way towards realizing my goals.

It's been a long road arriving to where I am today. That's not to say that I am so completely head and shoulders over my peers (although often times, in many facets of life, that seems to be the case)--rather, it's to illustrate just how far behind I was for the first third of my life thanks to laziness, low self-esteem, lack of social capital, etc.

Growing up, I had absolutely no sense of self-esteem or pride, especially with regards to my physical appearance. I made a concerted effort to get that taken care of, and I did.

I also had no clue how to effectively interact with people in general, and women in particular. I had no understanding of why people act and respond in the way they do. When it came to women, I was absolutely oblivious to how to even begin associating with them. Once again, I made a choice to get that area of my life handled, and I did.

Thanks to a combination of an absence of role models in my life and my own innate dark tendencies, I wound up early on in a lifestyle that could have only ended in addiction and despair. I decided that that wasn't the life I wanted to look back upon from my death bed, and so I made a decision to uproot my life as I knew it and join the military while I was still young enough to turn things around. Once again, I made a conscious decision to improve myself, and I followed through with it. So, I went from a street urchin to a world-traveled professional in roughly six years.

Unfortunately, as I've come to discover, there is a large contingent of humanity that has extreme difficulty effecting any sort of self-motivated change in their individual lives. Since taking control of their own existence on this planet is so completely out of their realm of imagination, when I speak about my life experiences, what they hear is something like this:


My Reality: "It took a huge amount of effort and determination, a lot of sacrifice and heartache, and a decent amount of failure, but I'm at a point now where I'm in a pretty good position professionally."

What 'they' hear: "I'm in a pretty good position professionally, and you're not, so allow me to rub it in your face (because of course the situation is totally out of your control)."

My Reality: "I made a lot of poor decisions early on, which resulted in me having to implement some serious damage-control later on in life. However, they do make for some interesting and hilarious stories, so I'm glad those bad choices were at least good for something."

What 'they' hear: "I have had such an interesting and zany life, and you haven't, so allow me to rub it in your face (because of course you never had a fair opportunity to do anything interesting with your life)."

My Reality: "Thanks to a lot of poor advice and my own natural-born clumsiness with females, I spent the first 20+ years of my life getting flat-rejected and laughed at by more girls than you or I can count. Since then however, I've made a focused effort to study up on human interaction, humbly solicit advice from those guys I know who are successful with women, and start taking pride and care with my physical appearance. As a result, I've managed to improve my lot to the point where I've been lucky enough to successfully land several very beautiful girlfriends, a scenario I could not have even imagined not so many years ago."

What 'they' hear: "I get so many beautiful girls all the time, because I've just got it like that and you don't (and once again, of course, the situation is completely out of your control).


I've found that the specific lessons to be learned from this phenomenon are (1) find and keep friends who have a similar world view to yours when it comes to decidedly setting and accomplishing goals in all (not just one or two) facets of life; and (2) when circumstances such as work, school, etc., dictate that you must interact with those passive-aggressive type individuals who do not share your world view, e.g. that, for the most part, we are all directly responsible for our own destiny, in those situations just keep your mouth shut when it comes to any topic outside of the objective one at hand.

Differences in opinion when it comes to politics, music, culture, religion, etc., are (usually) wonderful, and in that sense I relish the opportunity to be around those who think differently than I do. When it comes to how you run your own life, however, if someone isn't prepared to accept the fact that even the smallest choices they make are directly connected to the life they live day in and day out, then from this point on I have no interest in bringing someone like that into my reality. We may work together, study together, or even be related--but that's where it ends.

Like 50 Cent's grandfather used to tell him when he was a kid: "In life, you'll get as far as the muthafuckaz you talk to for no reason." From now on, I'm taking care of who I talk to.

Paper Chasin'

So being though I happen to have been born and raised in the middle of what now has mutated into one of the most status-obsessed neighborhoods in New York City (and probably the country), Park Slope, Brooklyn, where two-dimensional yuppie slimeballs and suburban hipster privileged kids are streaming in in larger numbers as each day passes, one of the topics I often find myself thinking (obsessing?) about is wealth, class, and how it all breaks down in the long run.

Being rich. Who doesn't want to be rich? Seriously, even those among us who prefer to live a minimalist lifestyle, we all must agree that having more than enough money to get what you want/need is always a good feeling.

With regards to the bigger picture though, I've been thinking a lot lately about the greater benefits that come along with being rich - the trans-generational benefits. Obviously one can only 'enjoy' wealth for a limited time, since we all leave this planet eventually. That's why one thing we talk a lot about in property class is wills, trusts, and estates - really, really, rich people trying as hard as they can to pass their wealth down to their family for as many generations as they can, and the law, predictably (until recently) trying hard to counter those efforts.

Now, many people's first reaction is "what's wrong with that?" Why shouldn't a man want his children, and their children, to be the ones to benefit from his hard work? Partly, I would have to agree.

It seems like one of the basic motivations a man has to strive to be successful in life, is to provide for his family. If that means he ends up accumulating enough wealth to be passed down for generations, well then all the better. I can understand that.

Now, what I'm wondering is, why will 'having more wealth' automatically make those later generations better off than anyone else? What I'm trying to say is, is there really that much of a difference, happiness-wise, between a child who's born to parents who are worth $60,000, and a child born to parents who are worth $16 million?

Really think about it - what is so much better about growing up/reaching adulthood with money to throw around, than without?

When I look around now at those who grew up the way I grew up (lower working class, no savings), and those who grew up on the Upper East Side or wherever to rich parents, outside of 'status' (which is bullshit anyway), I just can't figure out what the huge upside is to being raised rich.

So these rich kids got to ride horses in Connecticut or wherever while I was running over used condoms and crack vials in alleyways with my friends. They got to go sailing on some lake somewhere while I was swimming at Coney Island or Breezy Point or Fort Tilden with my parents. They went to obscenely expensive boarding schools and go-away colleges, while I was put through 'inferior' public and Catholic schools, and graduated from CUNY.

So these kids now know how to arrange formal silverware, how to play polo, and how to conduct themselves at 'formal gatherings.' So what?

Does that mean that these kids grew up happier than I did? I don't think so, I had a blast as a kid.
Does it mean that they grew up to be 'better adults'? Hardly - I have yet to meet one of these type individuals whose insights/personality made much of an impression on me.
Sure, they grew up with more social capital, and thus more of a likelihood that they would go on to 'make money,' but that's just circling back around to the same question.

So does it mean they're having more fun than me now? Well...

When I drove a yellow cab in Manhattan for a short while (another story) I got a pretty good glimpse into 'their world.' After picking up and dropping off numerous Manhattan rich-kids-turned-rich-adults, I must say, I wasn't exactly wrought with jealousy. These guys weren't exactly bringing supermodels home with them (although they seemed to think they were).

Same thing when I bounced at a nightclub (another story). I watched these rich guys night after night throwing around thousands of dollars in the VIP section, flirting with the staff and customers, trying to prove how fly they were. After they would go home alone, thinking they were a hot shot after wasting a ton of money buying bottles for girls, I would go home with the shot promotion girl that they were drooling over all night.

Now don't get me wrong - of course I would love to pop into a Lambo dealer and roll out with something like this:


And, of course, I would love to be able to wake up with my girl with a view like this:


Outside of that though? They can keep their restaurants, their country clubs, their golf courses and their "debutante" parties, and all the other benefits of growing up wealthy. I have no interest in it.

Sometimes I feel like if I had more money, I would be able to attract more/better females (my vice). Then I remind myself, I already pull the type of girls that these guys want, and then some. I rarely see some yuppie douchebag or hipster brat walking around with the quality of girl that I want. As for my girls? Well, let's just say they usually turn heads wherever we go.

So when it all comes down to it, although I cried about growing up "disadvantaged" in my law school application, and although it may have been true, am I really that much worse off than those who grew up 'advantaged'? For the most part, I don't see how.