Recently, Fresh of Fit and Fresh copped a McLaren.
This obviously caused a ruckus with the boys, especially the fact that he’s mentioning a random chick.
And then this popped up (this is looking obviously fake, but there are plenty of these vids online – guy talks to girl, she isn’t interested, and then he gets into a super car/hyper car and she gets interested, and then he rejects her for being a gold digger)
The story about both is that men can trigger hypergamy by showing their status/material wealth.
If you go by the Rollo’s idea of game “Whatever your strategy is to meet the opposite sex” – then this is clearly game.
And of course, that’s not MY definition.
The thing is that if we’re building the twin pillars of manhood
To a kid looking up to me, Life ain’t nothing but bitches and money (c) Ice Cube
So at some point, many of us, hopefully all of us are going to have these trappings of our status.
Maybe it’s not just a suit, but a nice suit.
Maybe it’s not just dress shoes, but something with museum calf.
It’s not just a dive watch, it’s a Submariner
It’s an S-Class/G-Wagen
Whatever it is, whatever thing that you’re doing for yourself, will eventually get noticed by the opposite sex.
Are we to hide what we have? (which makes sense to me, but that means a life with very little in way of ostentation – stay in the suburban home in midling neighborhood, drive the same Toyota Camry, wear the same mall clothes as everyone else – only you, your accountant, and your personal banker”
-Archie
@Archie
It is a huge dilemma.
You work all your life and at each stage of progress / achievement you buy these things for yourself.
Now depending on your level and what rocks your boat it might be a Rolex, a Mont Blanc pen, tailor made shirt or something a lot more down to earth.
That’s still shit you’ve bought yourself to reward yourself for beating the shit out of it everyday and achieving something. A comparatively small reward for what you’ve achieved. You know this, but for the peanut gallery – men have to work for it, women get given it if they have appropriate tits etc..
And I thought a lot about this, because in my 20’s I got the Rolex, which over here means working class boy made good – not the same as Patek Phillipe for instance which is old money. And I bought the Mercedes / BMW / clothes / shoes.
And I want that shit ^^ for me. I like it. And I like that I rewarded myself. And it’s my shit, keep your fucking hands off.
But the thing is, as soon as I started to make it, I knew that women were judging me on it and eyeing it up. And I asked myself to make the decision, should I stop showing it so as to weed out the gold diggas?
And the conclusion was no. Let them dig the gold. It was up to me to work out if they wanted gold. I decided that if I worked out they just wanted gold, I’d fuck them and dump them.
That was the decision. And it hasn’t changed.
Don’t hide what you have, but be as ruthless as they are.