As a man, when the options present & it is time for you to choose a partner, I hope you choose the soft babe.
The one whose consistent demeanor is '🥹'
The one gentle in expression, kind in communication & non combative.
Leave komodo dragons alone for animal control.
When I got women, I was tall. When I didn’t get women, I was still tall. I’ve been particularly tall since I was 14.
Our inability to recognise realities that don’t fit our biases doesn’t make those biases true. Just because you believe height would make you more successful with women doesn’t mean tall guys are automatically lucky. You can literally ask tall guys: they’re not some different species with a cheat code; they’re your friends, classmates, and workmates.
That’s one thing about today’s world: people are constantly convinced that someone else has an easier path because they have one advantage we don’t. We rarely acknowledge our own advantages. We rarely see the full picture; we just obsess over the one thing we think would have changed everything.
My advantage was social exposure. It still is. I know how to blend into different environments; I’m easy and fluid. People rarely feel embarrassed around me. You could shit on yourself while we’re speaking and I’d probably walk you to the toilet while still carrying the conversation, making jokes, and making sure you don’t feel like the whole world just ended.
I could literally dance with an old lady while coming back from work. These things make me lucky with people. As long as you haven’t dragged me into some silent “you’re trying to prove you’re better than me” competition, you’d probably find me enjoyable to be around on a good day—even when I’m being an asshole. If I’m generally comfortable with people and situations, why would women suddenly be the one exception?
Why don’t men think to learn from that? You mean after everything, all they see is height?
Remember, the original conversation was about men who go to the gym, build muscle, and still don’t understand “game.” The discussion was never just about physical traits. It was about understanding people, environments, and yourself.
The funny thing is that the people who brought up height ignored almost everything else I talked about and went straight to height because they wanted me to admit that was the reason. That’s what I find ridiculous. If their argument was that height can be a form of leverage, that would at least be a more nuanced point. But the idea that “once you’re tall, women come a lot easily” is nonsense. It’s almost like they don’t want to examine the other factors. It becomes: “I’ve accepted that height is my problem. Case closed.”
It reminds me of tall guys who disliked me because “I showed myself too much.” They preferred to sit in the background, headphones on, wearing a pretentious frown. Men today, lol. You people😀. I don’t think many of you understand how to appreciate yourselves.
If a man genuinely believes he can’t make certain moves because he isn’t a certain height, he’s right, because his self-image is shaping his behaviour.
Height can be an advantage. Style can be. Money can be. Knowledge can be—not necessarily in the academic or “intellectual” sense, but simply understanding things, people, and environments.
For example, after just a few days in Cabo Verde, I noticed that success with women can depend heavily on your understanding of Kriolu, not even Portuguese. Portuguese can work in certain spaces, especially when you’re speaking with more educated people, but knowing the language and culture people naturally live in creates a different kind of connection. So, I often speak English then stop half-way to speak Portuguese, even if I knew what I wanted to say in Portuguese already. It’s an innocent ruse that makes some people appreciate my effort.
See, you can look good and still miss the point. Attraction is largely emotional. Sometimes the average person doesn’t want to feel like they have to switch into a formal “educated language” just to interact with you, whether that’s Portuguese or English. You don’t want to come across as too distant or what Black Americans would call “uppity” to people who aren’t especially formally schooled.
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You'll go to Norway alone in winter, play for Bodo/Glimt, suffer two ACL injuries, play in the Europa League for Union St. Gilloise, win top scorer in the Europa League, play in the Bundesliga, win Rookey of the Month back to back, win the Bundesliga, play for your country, play in the UCL, play in a top 5 European league, and one Somtochukwu on this cruciate app, who clearly hasn't experienced any of this will still say you know nothing about what has given you so much joy, pain, and fulfilment.
Una get mouth o, and an inordinate level of audacity, fully powered and empowered by availability a.k.a see finish.
To the Men who sacrificed their dreams to make ours come true.
To the Men who bent their backs to work so ours would always stand straight.
To the Men who became our life coaches, in words and deeds.
To the Men who love us unconditionally, who are always available when we call, and turn up in every situation.
To the Men who may not be present in every picture, but are present in every moment.
To the Men who, everyday, give up a part of themselves to make us whole.
To the Men who always have money to send us, whether they have jobs or business is bad.
To the Men whose absence is felt the greatest, and whose presence assures the highest stability.
Happy Father's Day