Articles by Author: Hector Castillo
In Part 1 of this series, “The Genuine Man, Part 1: The Arrogant Man”, we explored in great detail the virtuous nature of arrogance. I hope you’ve been applying the lessons diligently! Now let’s examine the fruits of our labor.
Note: this is a cautionary tale.
He Who is Beyond Emotional Weakness
You’ve probably met one of these guys before. Or you’ve at least seen countless variations of him on television shows, in movies, or in books.
This is the guy who really just doesn’t give a fuck.
When I first read Chase’s article on being a genuine man, “Secrets to Getting Girls: Better than Jerk”, my mind instinctively rebelled against the notion. “I enjoy being the badboy jerk! It’s part of my identity! Anyone who doesn’t like jerks is just a pussy!”
When you are the jerk, you spike attraction ridiculously hard, especially if your competition is a bunch of wimps, and you rarely feel weak. You’re always the strongest man in the room. Or, if you’re not, you’ll take him down. You will inevitably crush all competition with brute arrogant force and win.
Or so I thought.
Blistering snow whips at your face. Your skin slowly cracks and numbs by the moment. And with every step, your body begs you to slow down and rest for just a moment…
But if you stop, you die.
Your tribe was just exterminated in a raid and you’re the only one who escaped. All that remains is you and your will.
No one is here to save you.
You are all alone.
Recognizing your desolation and loneliness, water pours from your eyes, granting everything in your sight a glow that you hadn’t noticed before this moment.
Intrigued by the perspective, you stop, disregarding your impending death, and observe your surroundings.
Despite the truth that your life has been stripped to pieces and everything is rapidly killing you, you drink in the world with no prejudice.
Curious, you stick out your tongue and taste the tears and the snow. Just the same. Just water.
You notice that, while the cold hurts, it’s just a feeling. Yes, slightly less satisfying than the warmth of your campfire and the embrace of your former lover, but, nonetheless, still just a feeling.
The fear slowly fades – you recognize that the “world” is just a lot of individual elements reacting on their own to the rest of the elements, no different from you.
A smile creeps upon your lips.
The rest of existence is just as lonely as you are.
Purpose fills you, and you resolve to continue walking.
The cold air still stings, and the tears continue to roll down your cheeks, but your sly grin propels you to a nearby grove of trees where, for one more night, you choose to persist in this life.
If “lolwut?” was your first reaction to the wildcard name, we’re off to a good start.
Examples of Wildcard: Russell Brand, Dr. Who (Matt Smith), or any really eccentric cat you know who pulls mad tail.
Explaining this style is a bit difficult. I had to spend a lot of time with a good friend over the past few months to understand his antics.
However, I have cracked his code, and, just because I love you all, I’ve included an analysis of another baller seducer I know as well. The diverse perspective this article offers should help illuminate the Wildcard style. These guys’ styles are VERY different, but they share a common trait that is characteristic of the Wildcard.