|Are you competing with Peacocks and Lions, or Turkeys and Hyenas?|
Peacocks and LionsGuys, with hawt bodies show it off. Guys wear tank tops to the bar, shirts, so tight, that they look painted on. Guys love the v-necks, shows off the gym gainz. The more skin the better, right? These kinds of things can appeal to women. There's a saying, cleavage is to men what forearms are to women. Same as a man who has game. A man with a little bit of a hard edge to him. All these behaviours, all of these clothing choices, all of the ways of being social in mixed company.
Game is king on attracting women.Then there's the other things. the guys who buy the imported sports cars. The guys who sit in the biggest office in their company, fight for the coolest title on their business card. The guys who wear their combat uniform out for drinks on a Friday night. Yes, there's even guys who purposefully get cauliflower ear, so they can look more like a 'fighter'. We can no longer legally beat the shit out of any guy taking an interest in the girls we want, so we replaced them with these signals. Such sophisticated animals we are.
These are the things we do to signal high status to other men.Science-types call them intra, and inter-gender signalling. It's a very technical way to describe Peacocks vs Lions. We grow more colourful feathers to attract women. We grow bigger fangs and teeth to compete with the competition.
Humans are very good at abstracting these things. And, humans are very bad at understanding their original purpose. I've had, and others continue to have, the lack of deliberate focus in our actions. The things we do without thinking about the purpose. What purpose is X in our lives?
Are you competing with the right kind of men?My university had a great car culture in the dorms. Tons of kids with suped-up imported cars. A lot of country boys with their domestic cars. The Vancouver kids with their MR2s. I remember the Nissan Skyline was finally legal to purchase in Canada, and everyone had to have one. You'd see a parking lot, in university dorms at $300 a month rent. The parking lot, covered in cars with Tommy Kaira decals, carbon-fiber hoods, and 17-29 inch rims. The guys would spend the weekend, sitting on their cars, going to clubs, chilling in these big groups with the other guys. It was the equivalent of peacocking, and it was damned cool to watch.
Every weekend, the guys were sitting there, talking about cars, spending every dollar, showing off what they had. It had a little hierarchy. They followed the same general vibe that any hierarchical group had. They would swap parts, wear the newest fad, always sit around, flirting with any woman going into, or coming out of the bar. I knew guys who spent their entire disposable income on their cars.
I ran with a different crowd. Khaki chinos were the coolest thing, the Gap had run a campaign saying swing dancing was the 'in' thing to prove it. I had a 1 ton Chevy truck. For that model year, all Chevy trucks had issues with the primer being oil based, and the paint job being water based, so it was half primer grey, half white. My tall, lean, attractive buddies had:
- 84 mustang
- Honda Civic, stock
- Didn't drive
We ribbed each other constantly. We even had the great idea of staggering our parties instead of having separate ones. they would condense into one at some point anyways. Now, instead of a big one every week, they went on each day of the week. It got to the point where we would come home from class, and there would be 20 people in one of our places, none of which we knew. The parties were waiting for us. I wasn't game aware back then, I spoiled a lot of great chances to get laid, and had others fall right into my lap, despite my own best efforts to fuck em up. Steve and Paul however, were more than happy to pick up the slack for me.
Men love to compete, it's in our nature.If you stood me side by side against the top of the car circuit, we were at the same bar, dressed comparably. One of us was in the game, the other was not. One of us had a friendly competition with the guys that were getting all the girls. The other had a friendly competition that cost a lot more money, with the guys were weren't. When competing with the other men, ensure it's the guys who are in the game. The paper alpha LARPERS are spinning their wheels, spending their money, and coming up empty.
I could have been the guy who put in his 4 years, and came out with nothing. Instead, I was the guy who lucked out, picked the right competition, and had success, despite myself. After those days, I had learned pickup, solo'd a lot of bars across the world in my naval career. I will say it was a huge amount of effort, compared to just surrounding yourself with high quality men, and having some friendly competition.
You don't see Peacocks competing with turkeys, you don't see lions competing with hyenas, and you sure as shit won't see men competing with nerds and their rice rockets.