Stop being so fucking logical. Yes you, the one in the STEM field. She already knows that you are smart. She doesn’t give two fucks about the details, she wants feelz.. Give it to her.

As beta husband up to 3 years ago, while going on vacation road trips, I would get shit tested about how slow I was driving (the speed limit) and how we would never get there.. bla bla bla... She would get so fucking pissed at me. Not in a fun loving kind of way, but really fucking pissed at me. Made for a miserable time in the car. I would carefully explain to her that going an additional 5 miles per hour over the speed limit (70 mph versus 75 mph) on a 450 mile road trip, only gets you there .4 hours faster, which translates to 24 minutes. Don’t check my math…. Homos.. Over the course of 6 hours, arriving 24 minutes quicker is not worth the gamble of being pulled over...boring boring boring, logical logical logical.. She would scream at me like I was a little fucking child. It was bad. Now, as an Alpha husband, I can’t tell you the last time this happened. But if she were to pull out this shit on me now, I would simply AM the shit out of it and say “ oh yeah baby.. I’ll step on the gas so we can get there faster so we can have more time to FUCK!... and really rev the engine!”. – que the giggling..

I read a post on here last month about a dude getting butthurt about his girl shit testing him when he was trying to explain why her computer was acting slower than normal…?Something about the “bits per second”.. or whatever. He thought she was being disrespectful when he was trying to logically explain why 8 bits per second was considered slow.. yada yada yada.. and she laughed at the word “bits”.. He got all butt hurt. I immediately thought, “Dude, stop being so fucking logical.” She knows you are already smart. Just AM this and say “I got your 8 inch bit right here!” And pull it out and put it on her and walk away with a cocky smile……and then fist bump her friend too if she is watching…” - que the giggling.

I say this because I used to have a problem with being too logical all the fucking time… Engineer by trade. It’s tough to switch gears… I understand. What helped me is watching improv courses online and on my phone (you tube) while driving to and from work. check it out. You can learn how to relate subjects to other random subjects and how to think laterally.. not so fucking linear all the time.. Which is boring and predicable.

I tried out an experiment a few months ago. My wife loves watching the “Bachelor.” It’s so stupid and scripted. Obviously. In the past, I would always try to explain to her how fake the show is and how no man really talks like that, etc…. logical , logical, logical, logical,,, She would argue with me all night and would lead to a fight. I simply refused to watch it. But the last time, I decided to watch it with her. I didn’t rationalize or try to explain anything. I was simply just PRESENT with her and watched this fucking show like it was fucking real. I drank faggot red wine with her, cuddled under the blanket with her, but I was into the show (on purpose -as an experiment). I made comments about how Lisa was acting like a bitch and how Mary is a total slut, and about how Tinny is fucking hot, and how Patty is so MEAN, and how Margarette has huge tits that I would like to suck, etc.. I was being over the top , but serious.. – que the giggling. She loved it!

I watched (in amazement) as her eyes lit up with the constant emotional swings , by design, in that show. One minute everyone is laughing, the next minute they are sad, the very next minute they are excited, and then mean, and then cursing, the cycle repeats itself every fucking 5 minutes… I was exhausted after watching this bullshit.

But let me tell you, the emotional polarity was amazing! The creators of that show have it down to a science. Everything I said my wife loved it! She giggled at every fucking thing I commented on… By the end of the show, she was in an emotional frenzy.. I was weird, I could see it in her eyes, they were glassy. I put the kids to bed, and then we went to bed together. We stayed up talking for like 2 fucking hours that night… which I never do… But I was able to hit a nerve with her, was able to feel the frequency she was on. (and realized that HOLY SHIT, she is the oldest teenager in the house. She’s a child. Only because I’m an Alpha husband now and she is able to act immature…. There’s an awesome post on this somewhere which is fucking great.). I was on a roll though with her. It was crazy. The old me would have never considered this before. Way too fucking logical.

Let’s just say we had some great sex that night.

Lessons Learned:

-Stop being so fucking logical all the time. Get out your fucking head.

-She interprets the world through her feelings… give her some then. Positive or negative (but purposely giving her negative feelings – aka starting a fight on purpose--is for master players , not for you yet young Jedi…)

-If she teases you or shit test you -as you are trying to explain something, as long as it isn’t in a bitchy way – in which you NEED to shut that shit down immediately- then just drop the logic bullshit and just play along with her. AM or AA that shit out of the ballpark. Cocky & playful.