Showing posts with label Quirky Jerky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quirky Jerky. Show all posts

20080517

LIJ's Relationship Advice for Guys: Playing the Numbers Game


Now, ordinarily, I like to focus my advice on those QJs -- Quirky Jerky guys like me -- who just love staying single... like NO relations with the ladies. We're complicated enough as it is, why make them even more complicated, right?

But then, last week, I was making my usual rounds of the advice columns -- just a little research, capiche? -- and I saw this item from Tell Me About It about having the "Numbers Conversation" in your couple:
My boyfriend wanted to have the Numbers Conversation. I already know what you think about this generally. I was perfectly comfortable trading our numbers, but he has pushed the issue further, wanting to know more about the specific circumstances of each person on the list.
Some key points Carolyn makes:

But I know objectification when I see it. Your boyfriend is more concerned about mining your sexual details than he is about you as a whole. Otherwise he wouldn't be digging for such private, useless dirt.

He wouldn't be pushing, either; he'd not only respect your resistance, but you'd also resist less. In fact, if you and he had a trusting relationship, you'd both be giving up half of this stuff on your own in the course of routine conversation.

Now, maybe this is just "sexual bean-counting" for Ms. Carolyn "I-get-paid-to-do-this" Hax, but guys all know how important it is to establish where your ladyfriend falls on the Madonna-Whore continuum. Important life decisions -- and this is now backed up by research -- such as how long to plan on being with this lady, whether she can be the mother of your children, how much she should tolerate your infidelities, all hinge upon this knowledge.

Further, Ms. Carolyn "my-sage-advice-grows-like-sage-in-Provence" Hax fails to allow for what Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy calls the "mystery of human life" -- in essence, "Different Strokes for Different Folks." In other words, what may seem like controlling and abusive behavior to some, may just be another's idea of kinky role play...

So, in a few words, then, I guess what I'm saying is that I pity this guy more than I fear him. Why? Well, he is obviously lacking the sound relationship vice of Yours Truly.

There are many ways to play the Numbers Game without coming across as pushy or controlling. By following my simple advice, you'll find the key to making the Numbers Game fun for both of you. Essentially, what we have here is a classic case of the famous "I want you to want to wash the dishes!" so aptly relayed in the Anniston-Vaughn vehicle, The Break-Up. Except, here we can rephrase the problem as being, "I want you to want to divulge seamy details of your past sexual history!"

Well, if you follow my advice, my friend, she will.

The first thing to keep in mind is that "Context is key."
The problem we educators face is that even our brightest students will lack enthusiasm for learning if lesson plans and information is presented without context. Your challenge is to make the conversation meaningful by situating it in a meaningful context for your lady.

How often does she have to tell you "Pick up your dirty socks, asshole!"
How many times have you avoided the conversation about "where we're going" merely because she told you "We need to have a talk."

Now, what if we reframed these incidents?
For example, what if the moment you dropped your sock on the floor, she whupped your ass, and then said, "Pick up your dirty sock, asshole!" You'd only have to have that conversation once, am I right? It works with house pets; it works with you, too.

And what if, driving along the Interstate to Gary, you saw a six-car pileup blocking traffic heading up to Cicero and as the ambulance sirens wailed, she uttered, ruefully, "Sometimes I feel that's what our relationship is like." Wouldn't you want to have that talk, then?

Well, getting the goods on your mate's past paramours follows pretty much the same rules.

Some sample scenarios:

1. Admission by mimesis:

Queue up 1 or 2 good movies from Netflix, maybe with Jeremy Irons, or one of those arty Peter Greenaway flicks. Every time you see something that either titillates or would provoke a surge of uncontrollable jealousy, say something like, "Wow, did you ever do that with Claude?" Caught up in a moment of fine cinema, misty-eyed by nostalgia for Claude, it is unlikely that she would be able to resist your interrogation.

2. Admission by false reciprocity:

Use a moment of intimacy to admit to something you've never done: "Wow, when I was with Claudine, we would always [insert lewd behavior that you would castigate in your mate here]." If she becomes appalled, then you know you have a keeper. If, however, this spurs her to up the ante with an admission of your own, then at least you have confirmed your worst doubts.

3. The word problem approach:

On a grocery run with your lady, she asks you to pick up some eggs. You say, "How many?" When she says, "Get a dozen", you can take the lead with words to the effect of "Oh, is that more or less than the men you slept with before meeting me?" If she says "Less", you can start accidentally dropping eggs on the ground until you finally arrive at the right number. If she says "More", Hell, buddy, you better just slam that whole egg carton on the ground and turn tail!

4. Corollary to the word problem approach:

You can also find out important details about your mate's past relations through eggs, by asking if she would like you to get "Brown" or "White" eggs, "Cage free", "Organic",
"Omega-3 added" "Plastic" or "Pulp" cartons, etcetera.

The same smooth maneuvers can be practiced with fruit and pretty much anything else in the grocery store... just like in math class!

5. Public displays of extortion:

This final sample scenario follows from the trip to the grocery store. While many men might wrong-headedly think that the boudoir or the breakfast bar are the only places where one can discuss such matters, staging a scene in public can be a surprisingly effective way to get your lady talking the truth to you. Believe me, not 2 minutes into having you scream "I have a right to know what you did with Claude!" while standing in line for Chardonnay during the intermission of Il Barbiere di Siviglia, and you'll be getting confessions out of her like a Cathar from Carcassonne.
Hint: This approach increases in effectiveness in proportion to your ability to recruit nearby onlookers to your cause. Remember, there's strength in numbers.

A few final words of advice:
Rember, despite the proven effectiveness of all of the above approaches, technique without feeling is like swimming without water. You'll never get anywhere without these simple words: "I only want to know because I love you."
On the other hand, as much as it honors you and behooves you to remind her of the feelings from which your inquiry springs, never, NEVER, NEVER use the following words when playing the Numbers Game: "If you loved me, you would tell me."
Because, in the end, she doesn't love you. How could she, you jerk?

And that is why the wisest among us choose to remain Quirky Jerky.



Note about the video: Our opinion is that the use of this song was fundamental to the message of the post. Unfortunately, the video is crap and makes no sense, but it's the only one I could find on YouTube. One day, I'll learn how to put together my own videos, at which point I will replace the above with a less disturbing montage.

20080313

More Relationship Advice for the Quirky Jerky


As we promised last week, our theme today is on the Quirky Jerky guy and literary taste. It has struck me in recent months that one reason men should fear today's woman is that it is impossible to meet a member of the opposite sex who has not read Harry Potter... Think about it. How can you compare to a boy wizard? (And I'm not talking about Andray Blatche!)

Further, how can you hold forth on the important issues of our day with the ladies who are going to take their cues from the politics of Dumbledore? No, these are indeed hard times for misunderstood males.

So next time a woman talks Harry to you, try driving her away with some of these savant allusions:
"That reminds me of this time when Holden Caufield..." After bar mitzvah, it should be illegal for a guy to find merit in Catcher in the Rye. You are a man, my son, not a weepy loser...

"I wouldn't know, I've been to busy reading Norman Rush's Mortals." Think Hemmingway attitude, with Proustian long-windedness. Ouch... Highbrow macho is guaranteed to put a damper on budding romance.


"Did you know that Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance was rejected by like hundreds of publishers before it finally got published?" (Yeah, just like my goal is to be rejected by hundreds of women who won't understand how awesome I am -- ASM, does this ring any bells? Like cowbells? Like Austrian milkmaid bells?)

"I was reading The Elementary Particles the other day, and I totally see Houellbecq's point about the dehumanizing decadence bred from the generation of '68..." While anything in French literature -- even blissful misogyny -- holds a certain cachet, insistence that one has only read Houellbecq in translation is sure to repulse any sensible woman. (At least one hopes.)

"Chuck Palahniuk" Just GROSS and boorish!


















Some also-rans that just didn't make the cut:
Anything by Don Dellilo or Thomas Pynchon... Some Girls just dig pretentious jerks too much.

Proust: Either too gay or too French professorish! (And everybody knows that French professors get all the chicks!)

Charles Bukowski: Mickey Rourke; nuff said!

Knut Hamsun's Hunger: Too exotic.

Portnoy's Complaint: Some Jewish women will take a Jewish husband -- NO MATTER WHAT!

20080303

Quirky Jerky: LIJ's relationship advice for guys


While ASM is busy procrastinating but fierce, I thought I would share with the guys out there, a few things I have learned from my vast experience of the single life. While this may come as a surprise to those women who have long believed that us guys -- yeah, you heard right, guys -- who like to think of themselves as kinda interesting, kinda not in a relationship, kinda not looking to be in a relationship, but not gay, but okay with that; that us guys could not be "Quirky Alone" but we actually do lead satisfying lives in the absence of some stupid girl trying to tell us what to do all the time.

So -- you may call me kooky, or loopy, or liberated -- but I've come up with this new term to describe guys -- yeah, you heard right, guys -- who are not gay, but don't want to be around girls ... at least, not in any legitimating sense of the phrase "to be around." I don't want to go all manifesto and everything, but you hold me to high standards, so I must respond accordingly: Guys, it's all right to be QUIRKY JERKY.

So, you're saying to me: "What does that mean, Quirky Jerky?" Well, quite simply, it is a certain mystique that one must convey in order to drive women away, but without having them think you're gay.

For example, if you really wanted to be alone for a spell in order to catch up on the recently released episodes of Clive Owen's Chancer series, then, you might think about -- say -- growing a moustache. However, that raises the possible ambiguity: Is it a gay moustache? Or is he just kind of a loser? Now, you and I both know the truth, right? But, it's important that we challenge ourselves to not take the easy way out. It might have helped that one time at the Safeway, when you had 16 items in your basket... but you don't want that guy to ask for your number next time you're in the cheese aisle together and wondering if the Manchego is worth the twelve bucks, or should you just settle for a pasteurized Camembert... In these cases, a moustache just doesn't communicate what you need it to. Now a soul patch...

So, what are some important techniques for putting the Quirky Jerky philosophy into action? Well, in today's post, we are going to discuss ways in which you can steer a conversation about music into the depths of lameness beyond which no woman will dare to follow.

My good friend Stendhal once pointed out in a pep talk he gave me that women can really turn any male flaws into charms when under the spell of attraction. (I think he meant that the same would hold true if the genders were reversed, but I can't be certain of that interpretation, especially as I'm paraphrasing now.) Well, many men -- not myself, but people whom I have pretended to know -- would say that this equates with their observation of things. And, it must be true to an extent: an obsession with bad 80s pop would play as charming nostalgia; 70s rock as a kind of hipster irony; death rock as the sign of an interesting childhood and so on. But there must be some music that fails all of these tests; that is irreducible to irony, too horrible to enjoy, and so overtly serious that it will just scare women away without having them doubt your sexuality. There is, and it is a special type of concept rock...

The rule here is, that if it takes longer to explain than to listen to, you have won yourself some Quirky Jerky emancipation. So, whenever you're finding yourself accosted by one of these women who -- ugh -- just don't understand your need for solitude and brooding upon your own productive individuality, and the conversation gets to, "So what kind of music do you like?" My advice is to talk about any one or combination of the following albums:

Warren Zevon Excitable Boy
Rush Moving Pictures (Fly by Night is good too.)
Electric Light Orchestra Time (actually, any album will do)
Yes Close to the Edge
Billy Thorpe Children of the Sun

I am, of course, open to other suggestions.

Next week: Books for the uninteresting narcissist!