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The Land of The Free and Home of The Soulless, Uninspiring and Robotic Women
"I need a drink," were her first words after I introduced myself.
It was a rainy Thursday evening as we hurried into a lounge in Midtown Manhattan.
I met Julia through a mutual friend a week before. We were both immigrants to the USA, born in the same part of the world and emigrating around the same time. I viewed our similar backgrounds with great optimism since I wouldnâ€™t be meeting a stranger but someone whoâ€™d I be able to relate with, and vice-versa.
Julia, 25, 5â€™5", 100lbs, wearing black business clothes and black stilettos was the first to sit on a small cushion-like chair opposite of me.
We made ourselves comfortable, and right away I knew it was going to be "one of those dates." I knew Iâ€™d have to do most of the talking, and that Iâ€™d have to work to make her feel comfortable with me.
I began by telling her about me. I told her I like traveling, that Iâ€™ve lived abroad for many years in various exotic locales, met various people â€” some interesting, some boring, some whoâ€™ve changed my life. Even picked up a few languages along the way. Basically qualifying myself as someone remotely interesting and perhaps even making it worthwhile for her to be spending her precious time with me.
It got uncomfortable a few times. Thereâ€™s only so much talking and flirting I can do before it becomes forced. When I listened, she kept circling back to her work and how it makes her happy. Her eyes lit up when she recounted how she was given more responsibility due to the absence of her co-worker who was on maternity leave.
That was pretty much the only time her eyes glowed.
What becomes apparent very quickly with American women is that the most important thing to them is how how they feel. Maybe itâ€™s an artifact of the cut-through capitalism or a severe lack of emotional intelligence, but it is always the self that reigns supreme. Her emotional and physical state are what must be tended to at all times.
Sheâ€™s not trying to get you to like her. Sheâ€™s not relying on you for emotional support. Sheâ€™s not relying on you for financial support. Sheâ€™s using you as a vehicle for her own validation and empowerment.
Thanks to the feminist revolution and the battle against the "oppressive" males, sheâ€™s is, for better or worse, your equal, and your job is to somehow make yourself useful â€” namely by delivering that validation and empowerment.
We moved over to share a couch with the hope that sheâ€™d feel more comfortable and loosen up a bit. She sat at the farthest end possible while I sat comfortably in the middle facing her.
In Brazil, you usually get physical with a girl quickly (usually within an hour of meeting her, sometimes even quicker). Kiss just comes so naturally, like a handshake and is no big deal.
While Brazil is definitely at the extreme, things are not radically different in other parts of the world. In Central and Eastern Europe, while a kiss is a bigger deal, comfort is built much, much smoother and quicker. Maybe its the constant scare-mongering in the US media that makes people more isolated and less eager to connect.
In Ukraine, weâ€™re usually best friends within an hour, enjoying our company, making future plans, etc.
In America, things are more like chess game. Each "opponent" waits the otherâ€™s calculated move. And each move has to have a perfect balance of aggressiveness and aloofness.
Making plans for a second date on the first? Too desperate. Not going for a kiss at the right time? Not aggressive enough.
I invited her for some Spanish tapas the next weekend. My idea was to take her to an environment where I can break through her shield and see the real her, hopefully getting her to open up a bit more.
I told her about my multiple visits to Spain and the kind of tapas they have there. I told her that I have a good friend living in Barcelona whom Iâ€™ve visited few times, and how beautiful the city really is. I also told her how funny Spanish accent from Spain sounds and how people make fun of it in Latin America. She seemed interested but couldnâ€™t relate; she has never traveled outside the US since coming here twelve years ago.
As we sat down she told me that she has duly researched the restaurant the night before and checked all the reviews. She even had ideas as to what to order. I asked her if sheâ€™d ever go into some hole next door without checking out the reviews before hand. She said sheâ€™d never do it at the risk at that place having awful food.
After the restaurant, I invited her to a Cuban bar in the East Village. We sat at the bar and ordered mojitos.
I sat next to her, facing her with our knees and legs touching. She was still holding back, playing it cool, and acting like a prize feeding on my flirting and innuendos.
Another thing you quickly learn about American women is their complete mastery of sarcastic expressions. Juliaâ€™s favorite was adding a disclaimer of "just donâ€™t get too excited" every time she uttered anything remotely sexual.
Maybe it was the third mojito, but I admit she looked sexy that night. She carried herself with that black skirt and stilettos that even at some point she was worth the asking price in terms of all those games she was making me put up with just for me to get closer. Maybe reading "The Rules" and all those magazines were paying off for her, and that even a moderately attractive girl like her can become several points more desirable just by applying few techniques in flirting and body language.
As the night progressed, she was getting more flirty, smiling, playfully touching me and asking me more personal questions.
I continued flirting and then just looked into her eyes and paused. She gave the usual sarcastic reply, trivially downplaying my slowly escalating flirting, but started to grow uncomfortable. I didnâ€™t say a word and kept looking, our eyes fully locked, waiting for her reaction, like a predator carefully stalking their prey.
She grew more uncomfortable even starting to ask me logical questions, a common technique to throw off any escalation â€” a complete one eighty degree turn from her previous flirtation self.
I didnâ€™t flinch.
Feeling the tension rise, she began to feel self-conscious, lost in the interaction, unsure and unable to counter my advances.
And just like that it was gone. I took my eyes off her and stared outside to the right, towards the window. Like on cue, she began to re-compose herself, slowly regaining her artistic ability to crack witty questions and sarcastic remarks.
But it was all over. It was just faÃ§ade; the empress had no clothes after all.
Then it all made sense, and I knew exactly with whom I was dealing with.
The harsh reality is that there can be only one Madonna, Lady Gaga, Shakira, or that slutty girl from Sex and The City, but because theyâ€™re such huge brands, thereâ€™re millions of women trying to emulate them with the understanding that thatâ€™s how women should behave. Maybe thereâ€™s a market of men who love to be with a girl who carries herself like she just walked off the set of a popular sitcom. (In fact there has to be some demand otherwise theyâ€™d be a lot of lonely, depressed and disappointed women.)
Personally, I donâ€™t settle for anything less than the real thing, and thankfully, Iâ€™m usually pretty good at judging who is and isnâ€™t.
It was all over. Thereâ€™s nothing she couldâ€™ve said or done that couldâ€™ve changed it. This time it was me that gave her a window of opportunity but like a deer caught in the headlights she fumbled and fell exposing her lack of social and emotional intelligence.
I reluctantly made plans with her the following weekend and not the one to cancel, agreed to see her again. Instead of meeting in Manhattan, she offered to pick me up, with a proclamation that "on weekends, I drive."
Her generous act of offering to pick me up felt less than something nice one does for another but more of her declaration of independence validating her womanly role in modern society.
She picked me up, and asked where we are going. Feeling completely uninspired, I told her it was her choice. So, like a good American girl, she suggested the movies.
That right there is why I travel. To learn other cultures, talk to other people, and get other perspectives on life. I want to know that thereâ€™s something more this world can offer me than going to see some mass produced product in some generic mass produced franchised venue with some generic person shaped by mass produced popular culture.
In Brazil, the most gorgeous girl I met in my life begged me to spend the night with her on the beach the night we met. She enjoyed meeting me and didnâ€™t want the night to end. We fooled around on the sands of one of the most well-known beaches in the world laughing, smiling, kissing all while trying to communicate in any way possible.
A French girl invited me to check out a museum for a gallery she was curious about. She was the stereotypical French girl of how you imagine French girls: snobbish yet sophisticated. I loved that about her. She told me that Paris was too snobbish and that I should go to Toulouse or Bordeaux instead.
A Colombian girl took me to her favorite bar in a working-class neighborhood where I was the only foreigner. She ordered for me, introduced me to her friends, and made sure I had a good time.
A Lithuanian girl showed me around her city, showing me some monuments of important people while proudly explaining me the history of her small country.
A Czech girl showed me Prague like few tourists get to experience, ending in a local bar with the best beer Iâ€™ve ever had.
The American girl suggested we go see a movie.
After the movie, while we were having Sushi, she told me she wanted to ask me some questions. When I thought my night canâ€™t get any worse, she duly pulled out her blackberry and began asking me a series of well thought-out questions that she designed to satisfy her great curiosity about me:
"What are your strengths?"
"What are your weaknesses?"
"Where do you see yourself in 5 years"
She viewed our interaction as job interview, explaining that like in job interviews our ultimate goal is to sell ourselves, and thatâ€™s what I should be doing.
So what youâ€™re saying is that you donâ€™t have enough emotional intelligence to satisfy those questions via other means and therefore must resort to explicitly asking me such questions with the hope that my answers would help you come to certain conclusions about me?
Interesting. All I knew that thereâ€™s no way Iâ€™d buy anything sheâ€™s selling because there would be absolutely no value in it whatsoever.
Sure, I couldâ€™ve thought of some clever answers to seem more desirable in her eyes, but why bother. I long began to view myself as an observer, perhaps as a marketing researcher, psychologist or a social scientist who was experimenting with some newly found human specie â€“ Woman Americanus.
I was no longer in seduction mode but more interested in satisfying my curiosity by reverse engineering her behavior and see why and how it all came about.
Surely she was normal once?
When you meet an American girl, what youâ€™re really meeting is the walking and talking brand represented by thousands of hours that were spent marketing, advertising and selling to her and her demographic. That girl who sits next to you on the B train in Manhattan wearing skinny jeans, a nice fitting leather jacket, high heels, and carrying a Louis Vuitton bag is a live advertisement representing a handful of corporations that have won the battle for her heart and mind.
Furthermore itâ€™s not only her tastes in fashion that were carefully constructed and molded, but more importantly her mind as well.
Whatâ€™s left is a shell of her former self. She learns how to interact with men through magazines, mass media and relationship websites. She dates online, flirting and rejecting candidates from the comfort and security of her laptop.
She reads articles that explain everything from when to return a guyâ€™s call to when is the right time to sleep with a guy.
She thinks that being overly sarcastic is sexy, and that being distant and unattainable drives men wild.
She has no personality, no originality and no femininity.
Sheâ€™s a workaholic, trying to progress career-wise in the face of continuing "male oppression." She also has a chip on her shoulder, using any opportunity to prove that sheâ€™s in control by whipping out the credit card as soon as the bill comes and doing anything she can to prevent you from paying.
If thereâ€™s one thing I love more than women is seducing them.
I love seducing Mexican, Brazilian, Colombian, Russian, Lithuanian and Argentinian women.
American women, on the other hand, are not seducible. You canâ€™t seduce American women.
You can get them drunk and have sex with them in the clubâ€™s bathroom, but thatâ€™s not seduction.
They wonâ€™t make you grow. They wonâ€™t inspire you. They wonâ€™t teach you new things you donâ€™t already know.
After getting home, the first thing I did was devise a plan of yet again leaving this country for far greener and inspiring lands.
Part of the reason why American women love gangsters, thugs, drug dealers, assholes etc.. is because they add a sort of yang to the yin of their ordered materialistic world. They crave excitement and a challenge from the mundane. Also most American women have very sheltered lives growing up. They don't understand danger like a woman who grew up in an environment full of poverty and crime.
American woman are largely vacuous and soulless...skin covered shells.
I have been through more than 60 countries, and it is very difficult to find
women as empty as American women...lights are on, but nobody is home.
Curiously, now that my wife is with me here in Oregon, the only women
who are civil to her are some of the farm girls. We were in Salem the other
day at a coffee shop and two American woman started up a conversation with us
(Maybe to verify my wife's "victim-hood" as the exploited trafficked Asian girl, LOL)
They asked if I would let her go to school here in the USA.(implying of course
that I am some kind of oppressive tyrant.)
My wife told them that she did not want to go to school at this time, being as she had already graduated with honors as a civil engineer. These women looked like we slapped them with a wet towel...end of conversation...they excused themselves and left.
Last edited by OutWest on July 20th, 2013, 6:05 pm, edited 2 times in total.
The parts I bolded are absolute gold. Great find, Banano!
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." -Oscar Wilde
"Invincibility is in oneself, vulnerability is in the opponent" -Sun Tzu
This article was just GREAT!! Man, it was SO... SPOT...ON! Like Bane pointed out, this line describes MOST AW, "They wonâ€™t make you grow. They wonâ€™t inspire you. They wonâ€™t teach you new things you donâ€™t already know."
Of all the women I've met who were the most interesting and made me WANT to talk have always been women from other cultures.
Another line that was spot on was, "Another thing you quickly learn about American women is their complete mastery of sarcastic expressions."
I read this all the time on OKCupid. They're so quick to emphasize how sarcastic and witty they are. They're so fricking robotic and plastic it makes my blood temperature rise 3 degrees when I see that written in their profiles.
That's why I created that thread about the incompatibility with AW. I just don't connect with most of them.
Instead of trying to be sarcastic and viewing the interaction like an interview they need to be more focused on flirting, making their date feel comfortable, and just having fun. That's what dating is about. It's not about outwitting or making your date look like a dunce.
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Great article! I just disagree with the last part. AW always want their cake and eat it too. They'll for sure want you to pay even if they can pay on their own. If they are with their girlfriends, then it's different, they will offer to pay the bill. But not for the men! Rarely it happens.
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I agree, if a women is that sarcastic, she obviously will not take the relationship so seriously. Screwed up indeed!
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It varies in my experience. Some will jump up right away and practically push you out of the way to pay. Others will look at you expectantly for you to pay.
Article is spot on. This is why I never go on dates with AW. Strictly hookups at bars now. No talking, no getting to know each other.
For real, man.
I can handle sarcasm in moderation, but if she has a sarcastic personality in general, I'm gonna wanna punch her in the face. The shit is not sexy or feminine.
"Foreign women see sex as something they do as part of their lifestyle. American women see sex as something they do IN EXCHANGE FOR SOMETHING." - MadVoodooMan from Youtube.
I agree, man.
I know guys that LOVE that kind of thing. I just have to shake my head in disgust and confusion.
I also agree. Sarcasm is something I hate, especially sarcastic women. Sarcasm is a type of emotionless passive aggression. Many people, especially girls in America thinks it's a positive thing or okay to be sarcastic. Sarcasm is one of the many types of social dysfunction that is common in modern society.
Great article! We all know the reasons we hate dating AW. But your article underlines all those reasons with your first hand experience and make a very compelling arguement.
You should really submit this article to popular womens magazine and websites. This way it can possibly AWAKEN some, the soulless, materialistic, misandric AW to the truth.