"And so long as you think, so long you remain free."
"But Pook! What are you, a self-improvement seminar? Where is the woman in this?"
"Women come and go, but YOU are forever. The focus must be on you. What do YOU want in a girl? What do YOU want to do for a date? What type of relationship are YOU looking for? It is a machine to the ONE. You push the button and out she comes."
"But Pook! What if she does not like your date ideas? What if she is different from what you are looking for?"
"Then she is not for you! The thing girls hate is when you cannot have a date idea (which happens to guys because they want to please her without thinking of themselves). You have a series of hobbies and tastes. If she likes your date ideas, then that is good. If she doesn't, then go get another girl. There are billions out there."
"But. that is. rejection!"
Pook slapped the young man. "Only if you place the focus on the woman. If you do that, then you actually believe it is women who are making the choice, not you. There is no rejection; you are merely finding out if she has good taste. After all, she is looking for a guy that fits her interests and tastes. If she doesn't like you for whatever reason, let her! And thank her for doing so!"
"Which would you prefer, a woman who collapses her own interests for the sakes of yours merely to have a boyfriend or a woman who likes you because of you!?"
"Because of our tastes, our compatibility, runs parallel!"
"Indeed! Now think back to your Nice Guy days, those suffering days of endless agreement and non-confrontation. What service did you do to help find compatibility?"
"Alas, no!" The young man's face turned white as he realized the utter disgust he was in his old ways. "I am so ashamed!"
"You're not the only one," said the Pook. "Look into the valley! Look at how Man has fallen!"
And the young man looked into the valley. There he saw hordes of Nice Guys throwing themselves toward an idol, the golden woman statue. Flowers, chocolate, bad poetry, and declarations of love were all tossed at the statue. Thunder then exploded.
Then, out of nowhere in graceful light and melodies of enchanted harps, appeared the Don Juan.
"What is he doing here?" muttered Pook. "This was not scheduled in the post." [Sosuave Note: Indeed! The Don Juan spirit can appear in any post whenever he wishes!]
The young man called out, "Speak spirit!"
"I will call out to it." Pook cupped his mouth. "Where from did you come!?" The spirit stood there, silent, with a confident air of invulnerability. Then Pook yelled, "Oh speak perturbed spirit! Speak thy truth!"
And the spirit, in great anger of how Men have turned into beastly chumps, threw the tablets he held at the fleeing Nice Guys. He spoke these words then vanished in a fountain of light:
You cannot be yourself without truthfully seeing yourself.
You cannot sacrifice character for joyfulness without ultimately destroying happiness.
You cannot control the situation, but you can control yourself, your emotions, and your life.
You cannot have women love you until you love yourself.
You cannot grasp the female nature until you grasp your male nature.
You cannot win her until you focus on her winning you.
You cannot fully know the principles of this website until you leave it.
You cannot obtain love by giving yours away for free.
You cannot fulfill your desire by letting it trump your integrity.
You cannot be yourself by denying your dreams and what it takes to achieve them.
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