The Reality Method 2.0

You Are Sexually Aggressive

You are a stupendous badass.

You are descended from a long, long line of stupendous badasses, each one succeeding in the dog-eat-dog of evolutionary battle under their own power, for their own reasons.

If you are not living the life you want to lead with respect to women, you need to consider your predecessors. Had any single one of your ancestors hesitated, or stumbled, or pulled back, or failed to perform at the critical juncture, when it counted, at any point along that history, you would not exist today.

You come from a long line of doers; from an staggering pedigree of action-oriented men; from a stable of pimps. You are the distillation of success.

You are sexually aggressive.

You cannot help it; you cannot escape it; no matter how terrified you are of success, you cannot fully cleanse yourself of that most wondrous of afflictions. It is burned into your neurology, endocrinology, and limbic physiology. It is part of the physical topography of your brain; it is a cornerstone of who you are.

Until you accept this, you are useless.

No matter how deeply you have buried it under piles of socially-approved, modern-day “politeness”, no matter how many social contracts you have signed that oblige you to look askance when a leggy blond in a miniskirt walks by, no matter how you try to split it away from your Oxford-cloth, Strunk & White, 8-to-6 corporate-PR-approved existence, you will never be able to completely quench it.

It still exists, burning like an eternal spark deep within you, sizzling with a nuclear fuse, ready to incinerate anything and everything that provokes it.

Face it: you’re a fucking animal.

You want to fuck everything that moves; you want to fight and kill. You want to crush your opponents and glory in the hot spray of their defeat.

You want to fuck the virgin bride right after her ceremony…while her betrothed watches. You want to split closed women open and see their faces contort with the inconceivable pleasure they promised they would never allow themselves. You want to pin free women helpless to the earth and mill their flesh until you are both shattered and drenched in the sheer animal glory of it. You want them to love you and despair.

Civil society has found “adaptive” outlets for these impulses.

Instead of battle, we get football games where we can scream our throats bloody and raw, but never smell the turf.

Instead of fraternity, we get the closed corporate world, where we can rejoice in a petty crawl over the broken backs of our discredited colleagues in a race for a private office, where our secretaries may give us head once a month…in exchange for an obscene raise and the promise not to file sexual harassment charges.

Instead of the step and check of social interplay, we get sterile dating websites, where our neatly bullet-pointed list of demographic datum will be chalked up against similar suitors with a few mouse clicks.

All too often, we let this veil of decency drown us. Instead of allowing it to only curb the greatest evils of our baser natures, we become mastered by it, emasculated, reduced. We split off the core of our power and, afraid to tap into it, grow weaker by the day, and more unsuitable for women.

The cure is memory. You must remember your past — and not last week or last month or last year but the last century of your ancestor’s reproductive dominance. You are as connected to it and rooted in it as any oak in its’ soil. Draw strength from that deep and no soul will ever be able to bluster you down.

Remember that you stand on the edge of a golden future.

Remember that you are the point of the evolutionary spear that stretches back over 6.5 million years.

Remember that your forerunners have been redefining and refining your unique genetic makeup through practical, patterned, split-second survival decisions over that entire time period, resulting in the current species, the penultimate pinnacle of the evolution of the big-brained, hairless, rational, tool-building, language-using Superpredator: You.

You cannot fail in this game of sexual selection, because you were not bred for failure. You were bred for success.

Now go and succeed.