Lust in the Age of Asperger’s

I’m nobody’s idea of a coxswain*, but even I know this ain’t how you do it (link via Vox Day’s site Alpha Game).

In case you don’t want to read a lot of Millennial gamma male whining, the tl;dr is “engineering student tries to get laid by pretending he’s all about the girls in STEM (but in a supportive, feminist way); fails miserably.”

Again, I’m no mack daddy, but it seems like any halfway attractive girl in STEM can write her own ticket.  In some ways, you’d have an easier time picking up an 8 at the bar than a 5 in the chem lab.  At least the bar is full of other 7s, 8s, 9s; competition keeps the attention from getting to her head.  The STEM 5, on the other hand, is surrounded by the horniest, most awkward dudes this side of Canada.  At least half of them, I’m sure, think moves like this guy’s are the way to go… plus doing her homework, carrying her books, and whatever else figures into the STEM guys’ weird, 1950ish idea of “romance.”

As it turns out, I have some experience in this area.  I had lots of high school friends who went to the pricey, private, elite engineering school across town from my crappy public college.  Since engineers all drink like fish in college, I was forever hopping on the bus to go throw down a few with my buddies – their parties seemingly aimed for a 1:1 keg:person ratio.  One night, I found myself getting the coldest shoulder imaginable from this barely passable chick.  Again, I’m not Don Juan, but there’s no way I should’ve been getting blown out by this maybe 6-in-low-light-and-after-a-few-shots.  And I do mean blown out — she did everything short of pulling down my pants and laughing.

But then a weird thing happened.  I got back to my buddies, and they were all high-fiving and congratulating me for even getting five minutes with this chick.  I was baffled, until they explained to me that I’d been hitting on the hottest girl in school.  Like, she was the homecoming queen, dated the quarterback, etc. etc., and I was apparently some kind of stud for even having the balls to talk to her.  Now, we were all well on our way to wasted at the time, but my buddies couldn’t grok it when I explained to them that this engineering uber-babe wouldn’t have even been the best looking girl on my dorm floor, and what’s more, guys, you and I went to high school together…. we were constantly surrounded by much better looking girls than this.  Hell, we’d dated girls who were at least as good looking, and we — or, at least, you — are the kind of guys who’d end up at an elite engineering school….

See what I mean? All the dorks pining after her had given this chick impenetrable bitch armor.  I’m not sure any amount of “Game” would’ve worked on her, until you got her out of that weird little world and around normal girls for a few hours.  I’m well out of the dating scene now, but if I had to give some advice to guys like my friends (or, sadly, myself) back in the days, it’d be “plenty of fish, dude.  Plenty of fish.  It’s a cliche because it’s true.  Find out where the Education majors hang out — they’re easy.”

But, alas, this is the Age of Asperger’s.  If I said “plenty of fish in the sea, dude,” this poindexter would probably rent a boat….

 

*PS: I’m aware that coxswain is a naval rate; I just think it sounds funny.

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7 thoughts on “Lust in the Age of Asperger’s

  1. Nate Winchester

    At least half of them, I’m sure, think moves like this guy’s are the way to go… plus doing her homework, carrying her books, and whatever else figures into the STEM guys’ weird, 1950ish idea of “romance.”

    It’s not the 50s but the feminism rules of romance these guys are following. That’s one of the real reasons feminists are so intent on dehumanizing “nice guys” is because they’re presence gives lie to lots of feminist claims – they would have to admit that they’ve won and society really does accommodate them.

    Let’s face it, these guys are engineers! They’re entire life is built on instruction and following said instructions (because failure to do so will lead to a very bad time) so it’s only natural that they engage in social interactions according to the instructions they have available. And what are those instructions coming from most of modern culture?

    But, alas, this is the Age of Asperger’s. If I said “plenty of fish in the sea, dude,” this poindexter would probably rent a boat….

    See above. Also to stretch a metaphor: “plenty of fish” is cold comfort (pun intended) to someone who doesn’t like to fish – or hates the water.

    1. Severian

      It’s not the 50s but the feminism rules of romance these guys are following.

      That’s a good point.

      “plenty of fish” is cold comfort (pun intended) to someone who doesn’t like to fish – or hates the water.

      Another good point. I wouldn’t wish the modern American dating scene on my worst enemy

  2. Gary

    I’m nobody’s idea of a coxswain, but even I know this ain’t how you do it

    For those who didn’t read the linked blog post, it’s about a letter to the editor of a college newspaper (I guess) written by a senior engineering geek. The letter endorses the litany of feminist talking-points about how unfair and horribly difficult it is for young women to get into STEM fields. Every point is false and is refuted in the article.

    The letter writer concludes with a nauseating display of ass kissing, proclaiming that the females studying in STEM programs are not merely his equals; they are his superiors because of all the obstacles they’ve been forced to overcome.

    I’m sure you’re right that this toady actually thinks his fawning self-abasement will make him popular with the few STEM girls in his vicinity, and perhaps some other female students. And of course it won’t: a spineless, grovelling male remains supremely unappealing to women, even those thoroughly marinated in the rancid sauce of feminism.

    But there’s another element here I’m wondering about, and that is the extent to which this guy actually believes the feminist horseshit he’s throwing around. As a current senior, he was probably born sometime around 1994. By that time, feminism had achieved near total victory and was institutionalized as right-think PC dogma, continually repeated in the schools (K through PhD), most organizations, in movies, music, TV, radio, newspapers, magazines, on the job and some other places I can’t think of right now.

    I grew up well before feminism had achieved this kind of pervasive propaganda dominance. Sometimes I try to imagine what it would be like to be a boy growing up in this poisonously anti-masculine atmosphere. It’s a pretty ugly prospect. And it’s not hard to fathom how a large fraction of young males might wind up brainwashed into believing lots of pernicious feminist garbage — along with plenty of other PC trash.

    Nevertheless, I hope this student received significant negative blowback due to his letter. He’s got a lot to learn. Obsequious pandering will get you nowhere with women other than earning their contempt. And repeating PC lies should not be rewarded.

    1. Severian

      the extent to which this guy actually believes the feminist horseshit he’s throwing around

      As you say, he probably buys it hook, line, and sinker. I did, too — I was in college when PC was just revving up, and I was such a nauseatingly “nice” guy I want to build a time machine just so I can jump back a few decades and give myself a wedgie. Yep, I was that bad — wedgie my old self first, then see about settling Baby Hitler’s hash. It wasn’t all ideological — temperament played a pretty strong part too (I’m really quite the pussycat) — but that was enough.

      And I persisted in it, just like this dork, even though the evidence was staring me right in the face. Even though I saw it for myself — going through a very dark time, when I couldn’t care less about girls (or anything else), I suddenly had all kinds of ladies who wouldn’t have given me the time of day before coming around to “cheer me up.”

      The manosphere calls that “taking the red pill,” but what they don’t emphasize is, it’s pretty harsh medicine. It means either a) your Dad was wrong when he taught you how to do it, or b) he, and the rest of society, was deliberately lying to you, or c) some combination of the other two. Very few of us are willing to swallow that — at least, the first time around — so we assume that the procedure is correct, but we’re botching the execution.

      The truth, of course, is that A, B, and C are all true. Dad was right…. for the dating market <1980. The Heartiste types even have a name for it: "beta provider game." It's an act now, but it used to be just how things were done — you're a nice guy with a good job, ready to settle down and start a family, no bad habits or intolerable vices, so you're A+ relationship material.

      In the postfeminist world, you're a chump for doing that… and the culture is lying to you about it. It’s “alpha fux, beta bux” now, and it’s like poker — if you can’t spot the sucker in your first twenty minutes at the table, then you are the sucker.

      1. Gary

        … I was such a nauseatingly “nice” guy …

        I think most of us non-jerks were “nice guys,” and still are, usually. But I for one had to learn the hard way that being accommodating and “nice” has its limits, and you just make a fool out of yourself by being too nice to certain people and in certain situations, where it just backfires on you. Like being so “nice” to a hot woman that she just dismisses you as weak and subservient. Or dealing with the type of asshole who considers ordinary courtesy and niceness as an invitation to take advantage of you.

        But IMHO the guy who wrote the letter to the editor went way beyond “nice” by making a public spectacle of his ass kissing, shouting through a megaphone that he’s inferior to the women in his dept and other STEM programs.

        … going through a very dark time, when I couldn’t care less about girls (or anything else), I suddenly had all kinds of ladies who wouldn’t have given me the time of day before coming around to “cheer me up.”

        You mean the more you ignored them, the more interested they became?

        1. Severian

          But IMHO the guy who wrote the letter to the editor went way beyond “nice”

          True. But in this, the Age of Asperger’s, the difference is almost academic…. we can’t process nuance. It’s the same with “chicks dig jerks.” They don’t. They dig confidence, but because confidence looks exactly like “jerk” to socially retarded Millennials, chicks end up digging jerks.

          You mean the more you ignored them, the more interested they became?

          Yeah. Funny how that works, huh? 🙂

          1. Nate Winchester

            They dig confidence, but because confidence looks exactly like “jerk” to socially retarded Millennials, chicks end up digging jerks.

            More accurate to say, “all jerks act confident, but not all confident people act like jerks.”

            But there’s plenty of other features of psychopaths that attract women to them. The issue is (as always) confusing “is” and “ought.” Example: men usually desire being with a lot of women – considering STDs, one ought to not act on that desire.

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