Reblog: Love

I am going through the archives on Roissy, slowly, to re-read the wisdom that jump started me on the path I am on today. I came across his post entitled Love.

I reblog it in all its glory:

No one goes on vacation thinking of the long ride home.

What is unique about love is that it alone among all the human desires defines by its absence the utterly meaningless life.  With love, the poor person can feel rich as if the struggles of his survival were minor inconveniences.  With love, the old person forgets his age.  With love, the young person sheds his angst.  A man can amass a kingdom’s fortune and an emperor’s power but without love his worldly successes stand like hollow totems to unhappiness.  What good is anything if it doesn’t ultimately reach a conclusion in love?  The wealthy businessman who spends all his hours in his office and wastes his years whistling past the grave being too busy for love is a loser no less than the unloved degenerate street bum.  Sushi tastes better than a 20 dollar bill.

The mischievous thing about love is that as vital as it is to a fulfilling stint in consciousness, it mocks its own importance with reminders that it rests precariously on a foundation of some very banal preconditions.  People fall out of love and it is rarely for lofty reasons.  A man loves a woman until she gains 50 pounds.  A woman loves a man until he loses his job and goes unemployed for months on end.  And when that pretty face turns ashen and carved with the years will it really be love anymore?  Those crass attraction buttons still have to be pressed for love to appear and then to sustain itself.  Self-delusion about the dirty business behind love is not only required, it’s inevitable.  Why ruin the fun by obsessing over the dull ride home?

A lot of seducers mistakenly think that love is a garnish to the main course of pursuing and winning the hearts of women.  They compartmentalize — it’s a bonus to feel love, but damned if they’ll let that get in the way of the good times.  The worst thing to happen to a guy who gets ass regularly is not rejection (after all, rejection is the badge of honor worn by womanizers) but falling in one-sided love.  Or, similarly, falling in love only to have his woman dump him.  Getting dumped is part of the game, and can be expertly handled, especially if there are fallback options.  But the alpha who succumbs to the folly of love opens himself up so completely that state control is no longer his prerogative.  He risks everything, including his most cherished asset… his trust.

This is the wrong way of approaching relationships.  It’s fine to be calculating about the pick up, and the dating, and even the relationship management, but attempting to corral as thermonuclear an emotion as love is only going to light the fuse on the bomb.  I’ve seen many players sabotage their relationships with really great girls who had captured their hearts because they feared losing control under the chaos of being in love.  They put all this effort into bedding her and making her fall for them that they lost sight of the main objective.  A man can be all alpha but if he doesn’t cash it in for the ultimate prize he’s revealed the beta at his core.

I once lost a girl I loved.  The rush of pain was so intense even a fight club pummeling couldn’t have distracted me from it.  But I didn’t stoically shrug it off.  I threw glasses at the wall.  I broke things.  I smashed up my apartment.

If you aren’t smashing stuff after losing a lover you don’t know the pleasure of relinquishing everything for love.

I should have read this a year ago. A lot of people complain that Roissy’s work reeks of hatred of women and such. I think they did not read his earlier posts. I would say that his increasingly dismissive tone towards American women would come from his lament that there are fewer and fewer women worth loving every day.


15 thoughts on “Reblog: Love

  1. This post perfectly captures how a man can fall in love, and how men love, and how fear can kill it. This post encourages men to do what they must – throw caution to the wind, and love deeply.

    Love is a form of insanity (that’s one reason they call it “madly in love”, yet we all seek it. To be so in love as to fail to use our logical rational faculties.


    • Beautiful description.

      We all seek the freedom from having to think, to simply feel, and be alive.

      One thing girls have correct, I think, is that it is better to feel something strongly, than nothing at all. Such emotions are what color the rich tapestry of life – to do otherwise, to drown out the pain with vice, is the bleach the tapestry dry, devoid of color and feeling. All the colors and aromas of the garden of Eden would be for naught if we wantonly chose to not use our god given faculties to perceive and enjoy them.

      The almighty wept.

  2. His point is this: The main objective is to connect so closely, so deeply, so completely with another human being that nothing else has any significance.

    You should and must risk everything for it, because it’s worth the risk.

    There is nothing without love.

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