By virtue of being born of the union of male and female, yang and yin, you are a sexual being. Now do what you need to do to perpetuate the race already. Here’s an incontrovertible fact: every one of your ancestors survived to reproductive age and got it on at least once with a member of the opposite sex.All the way back to back to monkeys, to lizards, to the first amphibian that crawled out of the slime, the fish that preceded that amphibian, the worm before the fish and the amoeba that preceded the worm. E., the culmination of that miraculously unbroken line of succession, you, man (or woman), are the only one smart enough to SCREW THE WHOLE THING UP.It’s because they’ve been going at it the wrong way. 2) Smart people feel that they’re entitled to love because of their achievements.For most of their lives, smart people inhabit a seemingly meritocratic universe: if they work hard, they get good results (or, in the case of really smart folks, even if they don’t work hard, they still get good results).Of course, as noted above, things only get worse once you graduate.And if you’re frustrated with your love life, you just might try to compensate by working harder and achieving even more to fill that void.Now as a woman you could be absolutely stunning (in which case you’re both smart pretty and everyone hates you except for me — call me!
In fact, the smarter you are, the more clueless you will be, and the more problems you’re going to have in your dating life. — and then continue doing of what you were doing before.
Good results mean kudos, strokes, positive reinforcement, respect from peers, love from parents.
So it only makes sense that in the romantic arena, it should work the same way. The more stuff I do, the more accomplishments and awards I have, the more girls (or boys) will like me. Please say I’m right, because I’ve spent a LOT of time and energy accumulating this mental jewelry, and I’m going to be really bummed if you tell me it’s not going to get me laid.
Sadly, no mom, dad or professor teaches us about the power of the well-placed compliment (or put-down), giving attention but not too much attention, being caring without being needy.
I wrote a whole book about that, boys, so that’s a story for a different day.