Tuesday, July 6, 2010
A Portrait of the Asshole as a Young Man 13
I hate the term "game." Hate it.
I don't believe there's such a thing as game, good or bad. There are only styles and women who respond to those styles.
Some women like a man to step right to them and start spitting lines that are sweet as corn syrup-- and blatantly false. Other women are more superficial, just waiting for a guy to lift up his shirt and expose a six-pack like "The Situation." Others still are affected only by material rewards, like an expensive drink from the bar or a request to accompany him on his trip to Europe ('cause he's a baller, I suppose).
Game is often mentioned as a battle meant to have one winner, like chess; but it's actually more like a waltz-- both parties have to agree to the dance. So no man can ever say he "gamed a chick," and no woman can ever say she "got gamed." It's round peg to round peg. A ghetto girl is going to anticipate a thug, a sorority girl a frat boy... a guido a guidette.