I'll tell you another story.
Went out last night to kill time before I'd inevitably get sleepy and could entertain falling asleep. Chose to go to "the" bar in town where most of the socializing occurs. UPon my arrival I see another middle aged woman who is a friend (does this story sound familiar?) with her younger 21 year old daughter. She introduces me to her daughter and then goes on ad infinitum to tell her about how great my girlfriend is (my girlfriend made a HUGE impression upon this lady). I show her daughter a picture and the young lady is quite impressed.
So time goes on and a tall, built, affable young man (21 years old or so) comes up and puts his arms around the mother and the daughter. He's inebriated, but a happy inebriated. He says in a loud happy tone, "Hello! How are you doing girls!?"
The girls are very happy to see him, "Oh hi Steve!!!"
The mother then continues on to explain to me, "Oh, Steve and my daughter dated in the 8th grade. He's the sweetest nicest guy there ever was."
Steve went on to say in a somewhat joking manner, "Yeah, until your daughter broke my heart."
The daughter smiled, still underneath his arm, "Yes, but I love him just the same, he's the sweetest, nicest guy." she reiterated.
The guy then looks at me, and point blank says, "Yeah, but that doesn't get me anywhere. I'm always nice and kind and I still don't get any of the girls."
I looked at him and said, "So what do you think that tells you?"
He sat there a second or two and inevitably said, "I shouldn't be nice or kind?"
I said, "Right! You have to be the bad boy. YOu have to be unreliable. You have to lift weights, maybe get a tattoo, do your own thing and put girls about 3rd or 4th on your list."
Naturally the women disagreed. And what transpired was the most outstanding visual display of hypocrisy I've ever seen.
The girl who dumped him and "still loves him" because he's a "nice guy" and her mother who also really likes him because he was a "nice guy" immediately turned to him and said, "No!!! No!!! Don't listen to him! You just keep being a nice guy! Girls like nice guys, not the bad boys he's describing!"
I couldn't help but laugh a bit. Right there in front of me was a poor 21 year old kid who OBSERVED being a good guy did nothing to help him get the girls. AND underneath his arm was the empirical proof. AND then when I merely confirm that his observation was correct, that he should not be the nice boy, the EMPIRICAL PROOF (and her mother) immediately tells him I'm wrong. It was hilarious.
I didn't want to point out the obvious, that the dame that broke his heart several years ago was dating somebody-not-him. So I went another route.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I said to the mother. "If I'm so wrong, then how come I got a great girlfriend that you're so fond of? How could I land a girl like that if I was a bad boy?"
The look in the mother's eye knew I had in about 60 seconds just exposed their flawed logic. I looked at the kid,
"Look, kid. They've never tried to date girls. They're women. Whatever advice they give you isn't going to work. You've already realized being a nice guy doesn't work and here I am, telling you to be the bad boy and I'm the one with a girlfriend THAT THE MOTHER CAN'T SPEAK HIGHLY ENOUGH OF. I didn't get this girl or any of the other girls by being a sappy, reliable, nice guy. I did it by driving a motorcycle, excelling in several fields and talents, doing my own thing and being indifferent, aloof, confidence and NOT NICE."
They still tried to fight for the "Nice Status Quo." Still had to keep this poor boy in The Matrix.
"No, don't listen to him! Motorcycles are alright, but you HAVE to be nice. Girls don't like..."
They continued on, but I pulled out a picture of my girlfriend and shoved it in his face.
His inebriated eyes opened, obviously liking what he saw.
I then said, "Yes, whatever you do DON'T listen to me. I DON'T know what I'm talking about."
I think the mother knew the battle was lost. She couldn't have sung my girlfriend's praises and then claim I didn't know what I was doing. Additionally the empirical proof under his other arm being a nice guy didn't work, didn't help their cause either. In the end, yes he may have only been 21, and, yes, he may have been drunk, but I do believe he took the red pill.
And thus we can add one more to our ranks.