SpaceTraveller tells men what women find truly beautiful about men

SpaceTraveller has been batting 1000 lately on her site. this is a woman that get’s it. in her latest post she explains what women find most desirable in men: inner confidence.

i don’t think it’s anything anyone would argue with that. hell, i’ve said it many times. you can read about it in the “natural game” post. most of the site’s touch on this. but it’s interesting hearing a woman put it out there. i’ve had bloggers and friends ask me if women get put-off by my mentioning i know and use game. and the answer is always the same: NO. game is simply rooted in confidence and outcome independence. but enough of my jibber-jabber, check out ST’s post. her blog is REALLY good. well, for a gerl. lol.

Male Social Dynamics: Calling a guy out.

there are many different sides to the Navy. well, on planet danny there are 2 primary sides: blue side and green side. blue side= ships. green side= USMC. i’m currently at the clinic on the base instead of the hospital. i LOVE it there. i’m the ONLY person in Radiology. i have no boss. i report to 2 people and as long as i’m at work they leave me to my own devices. see…it’s like this. NO ONE else can do my job. no one. if the images are coming out light they have no clue how to adjust the Kvp or MaS, hell they don’t even know the proper techniques if they weren’t preprogrammed. if the IR isn’t producing an image, they have no idea how to trouble shoot. however, if someone’s missing in the pharmacy….i could go in there and count pills. if the lab tech is gone…..i could draw blood and process labs if need be. they need an HM in physicals, i know the paper work and process as well. but if i’m not at work, no one can run radiology. so basically everyone leaves HM1 alone.

i’ve never really worked around the air side of the navy and the clinic primarily sees pilots and plane mechanics. pilots are either assholes or REALLY cool. i came back from lunch about 2 minutes past 1pm. i saw a pilot sitting on the bench by my front desk with crutches. i walked in and changed into my uniform. i went to my front desk and logged into my computer so i can check in patients. guy was an O4 (Lt Commander….MUCH higher rank than me) and as soon as i walked to the desk he started hobbling over. i looked at the clock on the computer: 1:05. he got to the front desk and looked at the sign that said i was at lunch but would be back at 1:00. he looked at his watch. i was putting his data into the computer and asked for the last 4 of his SSN. he said, little late there huh, HM1.” i looked dead in his eyes and said. “yup.” (a pretty disrespectful move on my part) and kept staring at him. after a few seconds he told me his last 4 and i kept looking at him. i finally punched in his info and arrived him. then said my standard, “just have a seat, let me set the room up and we’ll get you knocked out.”

what a fucking dick. he had a very snarky tone in his voice when he told me what he did. i walked over to the girl who works in Optometry (an E5) and told her what happened (she get’s shit like that all the time). “you’re gonna get in trouble HM1.” she said laughing. “fuck him.” i told her. i called the guy in and he his attitude had done a 180. he was joking and laughing about “torquing his knee.”

basically, i took his rank away from him and addressed him man-to-man. he wasn’t some super cool pilot, he’s was a dude with a hurt knee. i just reminded him of that. he needs to save that shit for the flight-line because he ain’t SHIT in my department.

When a Woman does it right

i had been dating her  for just a few months, but i knew i was in trouble. i was in love, but i didn’t realize it. i fell hard for this girl. the proverbial lightning had struck, the chemistry was perfect. there was just a small problem, she was going back to LA in 2 months. as much as i felt for her, i tried to keep this sense of “just enjoy it while it lasts but don’t get your hopes up” about the whole thing. to everyone else on base, she was an ice-queen. after word got around that i was dating her the guys starting asking about her. people (guys) would see her and i and how she seemed at ease, pleasant and VERY feminine. the thing was, they guys that “knew” her only knew that when they hit on her, they got shot down. when they tried to chat her up at work, she was all business. and i tried to explain that to people. “dude, i never hit on her. EVER, as a matter of fact she came on to me.” which was true. i had seen her at my clinic, and even had to check her in once. i knew who was, but never opened. she ended up coming back and i made an error with her appointment and long story short, i made her come in for a follow-up when she was supposed to be at home. i.felt.awful. seriously, me making errors with patient care is RARE. when the mistake was brought up the doctor seeing her made mention of me making it up to her by taking her to lunch. i mentioned her boyfriend not approving of that idea and she immediately informed me of her “not having a boyfriend.” whatev’s, i went back to work.

i went back to the front desk and 15 minutes later she showed up, looked at me and said, “when i feel better i’m gonna have my imaginary boyfriend beat you up.” i told her that i really felt bad about the whole deal, so if she were trying to hurt my feelings, she was doing a great job. she made mention of me making it up to her by taking to her get ice-cream. i brought up not knowing how to get in touch with her and she told me to look her number up in the computer. she walked off. everyone at the front desk was staring at me (most were women). one of the girls (a lesbian) jumped right in when she walked out the clinic, “dude Danny’s sooo about to get laid.” lol.

fast forward 2 months later. we’ve spent everyday since out first date together. and it didn’t feel odd. i WANTED her there. we got along great. she was mexican, from LA, 4’11”, and VERY beautiful. cool girl as well. honestly, had she had more time in NO and we hadn’t had to rush things, it may have turned out very different for us. fucking Navy. we were driving home one day after work and by and large she ran the radio because 4-5pm NO traffic is BRUTAL. i don’t know why but i was in a pissy mood. she was listening to one of the urban channels, i HATE rap and am not a fan of RnB. we were about 15 minutes from my apartment and while we were sitting at a red light i commented, “do we have to keep listening to this shit?” she looked at me confused, “you don’t like it?” she responded. i didn’t even look at her, “no, i don’t like rap.” she was still looking at me and she replied, ” baby, it’s your car, listen to whatever you like.” i sighed, “yeah, i know, but it’s just i know how much you like this, so i tolerate it and try to tune it out.” she looked me and said, “well baby, change the channel, it’s ok. i don’t HAVE to listen to 93 all the time.” i changed the channel and said, “i just tried not to let it get to me, that’s all.” she said, “well, i can see that i does bother you to an extent, so let’s mix up and listen to each other’s music, ok.” i told her ok and by this point we were driving again. after 2-3 minutes, she turned off the radio at the next red light, and hit me with…

“Danny, i don’t appreciate you snapping at me about something you don’t the balls bring to my attention. i’m not some radio commando and i’m not trying to run the car. but for God’s sake, if something i do bothers you, be a man let me know. don’t hold it in then snap at me later for no reason other than you don’t want to bring it to my attention for fear of upsetting me. makes me feel like you can’t talk to me.” she turned the radio back on and went back to facing forward.

touche’. she was right, i had no argument. she was the only girl to come at me like that, and it made me feel even more strongly for her. i dug her strength and moxie. she was honest, and stood up for herself without being a nagging shrew.

she did it right.

Beta’s ask, Alpha’s DO

during the Christmas break military units break down into skeleton crews. the civilians are usually off, and those not taking leave are broken up into 2 units called “alpha and bravo”. this group work for 12 hours, then the night crew cover’s the next 12 hours. well, the A/B group breaks down into 2 smaller groups covering the dept. over 6 hours periods. this is called “dogging the watch”. this is done completely off the books. one person is in charge of the group and breaks the watch crews down and determines who’ll work when. well, i was given a crew the week after Christmas and my crew was dicked over ROYALLY. it was me, one other tech and a non-tech. so…..the non tech watched the front desk and me and the other tech (the dude that played goalie at college level) scanned the patients; and we.were.busy. i had to cover CT so the other tech (i’m an E6, he’s an E4) was basically scanning all the patients.

long story short, the kid working for me got drilled. he worked his fucking ass off. for the 3 shifts we were on, it was pure fucking chaos (piss poor leadership/planning on management’s part for the schedule they came up with during the holidays) and we left work each day beaten. on the last shift i had myself, 3 guys: myself, , a non-tech, another E6 (and good friend) and the goalie kid. the night before we worked i called the kid up and told him not to come until 1330/1:30pm (i gave him half a day off). now, when it comes to leadership i come from the old school navy. my job is take care of my junior guys and the best thing i can offer them is liberty (navy speak for “time off”). i conducted muster that morning and when it was over i spoke to my 2 bosses (one an E8, the other an officer), and one asked me where my E4 was. i told him he had some shit take care of and that he’d be in at 1330, but not to sweat, i was covering CT, the non-tech had the desk and my other tech would hold shit down. “don’t worry Senior, i’m all over this, go do what you gotta do. i got the floor.” the E8 (Senior Chief) said, “ok.” and walked off. never spoke to him for the rest of the day.

well, around 0900/9:00am my E6 boss showed up and asked where my E4 was. i told him he’d be in at 1330 and he asked me if i ran it by Senior before granting him liberty. i said, “no, he had shit to do (lie) and i told him to handle it and be in by 1330.” my E6 boss (called my LPO) told me i should have run it by senior before hand. *smh* i looked at him for about 5 seconds and said, “you know what brah….you weren’t even here for muster. go do whatever admin crap you need to do, I have the floor, and i got shit covered. and if i have positional authority to let someone go early, then i sure as hell can tell them to come in late.” i walked away and the issue was never brought up again. my LPO is a nice guy. but he’s VERY beta and wishy-washy.  the moral of the story…..

betas ask, alpha’s do. as we say in the navy/marines, “it’s better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission.”

start this at 7:07. lulzrcoastr

Avoid being like Deti

for some reason, the format Deti sent this is post’s in some odd box. i usually just copy/paste is stuff here so you’re basically reading his posts EXACTLY as he wrote them. well, this one copied weird. at any rate, Deti here break’s down his past relationships and where it all went wrong on his part. i’m sure most of you guys reading this can relate to one or more of the situations Deti extrapolates (my 50 cent word of the day). hell, i’m sure you ladies reading have similar issues with guys.
Deti’s greatest misses
Or:   How to avoid screwing up a good thing
Bad case of oneitis?  Do you have a relationship that’s run its course and you just can’t let it go?   Or maybe you’re holding back the momentum.  Could be you’re wanting more than you can get from a girl.  Well, Dr. Deti’s here at Danny’s place, with the cure for what ails your relationship, fling or bed-buddy.
Let’s take a leer and a gander at deti’s life and past relationships to help us. All references to Greek letters are based on the Vox sociosexual scale.
1.    The First Girlfriend.   It’s early in high school. She’s cute.  deti falls for her hard.  He is a mawkish schoolboy.  Writes her poetry.  He’s totally devoted to her.  He tells her how much he loves her.  In junior year she breaks up with him.
Diagnosis:  Gamma, falling to possible Omega.  DLV.  ONEitis.
Solution:   Never, never, never make a girl your everything.  She hates it.   Now she has you, and she doesn’t want you.  First, step back.  Don’t see her or call her every day.  Don’t tell her everything.  She is part of your life.  She is not your life.  Second, go about your own business.   Do your thing and get good at something that doesn’t involve writing stupid poetry to young girls.
2.    The Second High School Girlfriend.    Cute, but not as cute as First GF.  Takes her on a few dates, does his best to impress.  deti falls hard again.  She is not impressed.  She is last seen in the high school parking lot, getting it on with some douchebag who works at the paper processing plant for a little above minimum wage.
Diagnosis:   Game fail. Refusal to FIDO.
Solution:   Even if you have some game, it won’t work on every girl.  In fact it won’t work on most girls. Sometimes she’s just not feeling it.   Recognize it, realize you did your best, it didn’t stick, and move on.
3.   Third High School Girlfriend.  Undeterred, our intrepid deti sallies forth again.   This one is cute like #2 but inexperienced.  She’s totally in love with deti, who, foolishly, thinks he can do better.   He stands her up for a date with another girl; but the other girl stood up deti, who in turn is left holding his ….  well, you know.
Diagnosis:    Passing on the sure thing.   Failure to respect the momentum.
Solution:  If you have a choice between a maybe and a sure thing, you go with the sure thing, especially when she is totally devoted to you.  Respect the momentum.  Don’t ever stop moving forward, particularly if she’s trying to pull you there.
4.   First College Girlfriend.   Things start out great, but deti fails to escalate.  She’s patient, but then deti decides he’s not feeling it with FCG and wants to date other girls, but can’t let FCG go.   She gets increasingly pissed, then pushes the nuclear button, ending this mess of a relationship after a life of about 15 months.
Diagnosis:  Where to begin? Failure to escalate. ONEitis.  Failure to pull the plug on a brain-dead relationship.
Solution/Autopsy Findings:  The relationship had run its course.  It was over in about 8 months, but deti continued it on life support, going back and forth between seeing other girls and returning to FCG.   Pull the plug and end a bad relationship, and do it now.  Maybe it’s because you just don’t feel it, or you screwed up and you can’t fix it, or it’s just *meh*, or she’s pissed, or you mishandled something at a critical juncture.   Whatever it is, doesn’t matter.  Put it out of its misery.
Secondary cause of death:  ONEitis.  Tertiary cause of death:  failure to escalate.  If she’s willing, you need to escalate to full on P in V.  Get you some condoms, wrap it, and get busy.
5.   Italian Fling.   This girl was HOT and down for early sex.  She’s sexually experienced and always down for a good time.   Deti does great out of the gate showing some Greater Beta.  But he doesn’t quite know how to handle this.  He thinks he’s got to go all in with commitment, declarations of love, and dates.  After all, he wants to keep this one.   She quickly loses interest after deti starts talking relationship.
Diagnosis:  ONEitis (again).  Investing too early.  Failing to run his game after he’s got her.   Failure to recognize and accept a good thing.
Solution:   If what you’ve got is a fling, and it’s good sex, and she is good with how it is, then you GO WITH IT.  It is what it is, and don’t try to make it more than what it is.  Enjoy it while it lasts.  Don’t start talking relationship with a girl who is down to sex you a couple of times a week.  Just go with it.  Just show dominance and keep the upper hand.   When the ride comes to an end, be gracious about it.  And for heaven’s sake, do not go all in.
6.   Summer.  I wrote about her at HUS.  Long story short:  Cute, about a 5, dynamite personality.  Summer is only the second woman deti’s ever met that’s actually worth anything.  He finally gets her alone and doesn’t escalate. She gives him a second chance.  She invites him over to her dorm room, he escalates, runs into last minute resistance, then gives up.  He’s not going to wait for sex even though Summer tells him “I haven’t done this before” and “I’m not ready to do this yet”. deti thinks he can do better, but nothing showed up on the horizon.
Diagnosis:   Giving up too early, impatience.  Failure to stick with the sure thing.
Solution:   You stick with the sure thing.   And you don’t give up.  Sometimes “I’m not ready” means “keep trying” or “try harder” or “I’m getting there”.    If you can’t get through the LMR you let it rest for a day or three, then you try again.  Notice she said “I’m not ready … YET.”   If deti had given Summer another week, she’d have been eating out of his hands.
And the fact that she’s a 5 doesn’t mean she’s not worth a few days’ wait.  Maybe she is, maybe she wasn’t.   But deti will never know, because he gave up too early.
7.   Entitlement Princess.   Deti met her senior year of college, and was smitten.  A solid 7, probably.   But she immediately pulled the entitlement princess out, and bashed deti within an inch of his life with demands for gifts, entertainment and meals.  As if he’s never learned anything, deti stays with EP for 4 years until he just can’t take it anymore and finally breaks up with her.
Diagnosis:   ONEitis.  Failure to end unsatisfactory relationship.  Failure to implement TWABAW.
Solution:      Remember:  There Will Always Be Another Woman.   And end a relationship that no longer works.   Certainly you don’t let them straggle on for 4 years.   The minute you see entitlement princessing, you RUN, don’t walk, away.   The telltale sign of an entitlement princess is her constant complaining that you don’t spend enough money or time on her.  The EP is also prone to status whoring, including carrying expensive handbags.
Friends, learn from my mistakes.  If a fling is what you’ve got, GO WITH IT.  The average girls have a lot going for them, and you don’t know what you’re missing if you don’t give them a chance.    End a bad relationship NOW.   Don’t put up with entitlement princessing or status whoring.    Remember that There Will Always Be Another Woman.

Books for guys that actually like to read: Self-Improvement

since last week i covered isolation and being alone, i figured this week i’d cover 2 tomes from the old library dealing with self-improvement. i decided i’d pick one book i try to read every year, and the other is by far the most difficult book i’ve ever tackled, but WELL worth the effort. so let’s get started.

1. Meditations- by Marcus Aurelius. yes, THE Marcus Aurelius (the roman emperor) believed to have been written around 907. the fact that the book can still be relevant to a man’s moral fiber and personality is epic to me. it’s VERY easy to read and you can burn through it in about 3-4 hours. honestly, you can pick it up, open it, and read something truly profound. do yourself a favor and give it a run. if i have a son, i’m going to make him read this book

2. Thus Spoke Zarathustra- by Friedrich Nietzsche. OK. bear with me. i am a practicing Catholic. i was initially put-off with the “God is dead” aspect of this book, but a friend who spent 3 year’s in Catholic seminary school suggested it. then i ended up in Academia at UNO and i took ethics as a precursor to health ethics. my prof was fucking genius. he’s the one the mentioned this book as well and the whole aspect of “man surpassing the best he’s capable of” appealed to me. i’m not going to lie it took me 2-3 months to read this, it’s the second most difficult book i’ve ever tackled (first being Foucalt’s Pendulum….think ‘the da vinci code’ for people with intellect). i had to read and re-read it and i won’t pretend i understand every single line. i don’t. but the prose in it is beautiful. i HIGHLY recommend this one.

honorable mentions: Siddhartha by-Herman Hesse  and The Book of Five Rings by- Miyamoto Musashi.

this weekends music will be supplied by Deerhunter from the Athens, Ga area. enjoy.

Danny’s sick as a Human

Oy. ‘Ello there. I’m Brody, you may have heard of me. I’m Danny’s English Staffordshire Terrier, or Staffy for short. I picked Danny when I was a wee lad of 6 weeks old. He’s was originally interested in me sister. But, she’s a proper twat and she wanted nothing to do with Danny (as is the case I believe for most lads sister’s). Just pulling yah chain, he’s a proper lad Danny. Anyway, back to the post (I think that’s what I heard him call it). Danny’s been sick as human as of late. I feel bad for him, I do. He’s been milling about watching the telly and not cooking. I must admit though, he does look shite and he’s been persistently hacking non-stop for  past 4 days. It’s like watching someone with Tuberculosis. By the time he get’s home he looks completely knackered. Poor sod.

Danny didn’t feel like blogging today so he’s sitting in front of the telly watching foxnews. I’m sure at some point he’ll end up watching travel channel or foodtv. Oh, here’s a tip: if you wanna piss of Danny mention Anthony Bourdain being a proper twat, or how Rachel Ray has the voice of song-bird. He won’t come off it. And oh for fuck’s sake if I have to watch another episode of that God awful show where those troglodytes live in the swamp and hunt crocs (yeah I know they’re alligator’s, but this is my personal rebellion against me master…leave it be) for a spell. I can’t believe he claims to have family similar to these tossers. *fake american accent* “Troy sounds like my uncle Al out in Donaldsonville.” *smh* It’s fuck all really, but I guess it’s a big deal for him. I think I’d rather have a claim to fame of coming in 4th place in a Special Olympics 100 yard dash than be associated with that sort. SHITE, i wanted to run this by you since i can’t really discuss it with Danny.

Right, so I’m working on this screenplay. Just suspend disbelief for a moment and go with me. The protagonist is a man with asymptomatic narcolepsy and lives in a state of constant dread not being able to discern his reality from what could possibly be a dream. Fucking brilliant right? I think so, I mean think about it; you’re at work and banging out a major project. Boss is riding your bollocks and you of course bang it out like a fucking champ….or did you? Maybe you’re just dreaming it. Maybe you’re shagging this gorgeous bird but the reality is, you nodded off while having a wank without realizing it. How much of a mind fuck would that be? I was thinking of piecing together a series of dark vignettes; think Gaspar Noe doing Memento. Honestly, who didn’t like Momento? You’re a fucking daft cunt if you didn’t. Oh, sorry about that. I keep forgetting how touchy you Yanks are about the word cunt. Sorry, I’m English and cunt is a proper word. Danny know’s some Irish sod of a bar-keep and they use it often. I think you Yanks would do right by using cunt more often. I mean, you can’t really call your women bitches anymore can yah. Well, call her cunt and watch the show. Brilliant.

Right so I guess this is the part where I embarrass Danny since he’s got a head full of Nyquil and he’s in a drooling stupor like some Liverpool fan-boy cunt. Alright what to tell you……AH. Danny farts a lot. He does, and it’s dreadfully awful. He acts all proud of it and all, but he’s secretly ashamed of its putrid lethality. Look I’m a dog, and you know what that means, it means I have an olfactory level 50 times greater than you humans. Adds up Danny’s farts being fucking blindingly awful. Oh, Danny doesn’t know this, so keep mum: his family calls it “Danny’s weapon of ass destruction”. Brilliant right? His cousin Cherie came up it, she’s a good bird she is…although a tad ditzy. What’s truly despicable about Danny’s arse is that he’s ninja about it. He can blow dirt then leave a room and it’ll be 2-3 minutes before you realize what he did. And, it’ll linger for 10 minutes (I think you Yank’s call it hang-time). I don’t know whether to marvel at it or have someone kick me in the nose. That’s my Human, I guess and I’m stuck with him I suppose. Ok, what else about Danny: OY!!!! Don’t buy off on boyo acting like this tough-guy hooligan, he’s a fucking baby. Seriously. He get’s his feelings hurt over the most inane shite. Next time he’s at work, I might have to jump onto google and research bi-polar disorder. Mental note made. Oh; you wanna piss off Danny, tell him Joy Division did nothing to influence alternative music and how unimportant The Smiths were. He’ll go bonkers, and I’ll have a proper giggle.

Ok, he’s proper fucked now. I think the Nyquil finally gave him a good kicking, I think I’ll go sit next to him and lick his stomach (he hates when I do that) while he’s semiconscious. You should see him, his glasses broke so he’s been having to wear those God awful BCG’s (those are those hideous military issue glasses) that make him look like he should  be chained in a lab working on quantum string theory or drawing up schematics for a flux-capacitor. Seriously, he looks like a proper twat. What can I say….that’s my Human.

So this is what it’s like to try this blogging nonsense Danny keeps prattling on about. I really don’t see the big deal. If you guys would do me a favor, please tell this sod to get off his arse and take me to the beach so I can pull some birds for him to snog. All he does is watch travel channel, food tv, nat-geo, and history channel. Lad’s never gonna land a shag like that. It’s a shame inn’it. So get on with it, will you. Cheers.


[edit- since the little shit took it upon himself to jump on my blog, i decided it was time for some payback. he WILL NOT like the fact that i shared these awful pictures of him. you brought down the thunder Boy.]

the day i brought him home. Brody at 6 weeks.

i went home for christmas and left Brody with So-So. she then posted THIS on my FB. she suffered a LONG and SLOW death when i got home. look at his face, that is the look of pure.pain.

6 weeks old. look at that belly and that tongue. lol. he HATES this pic btw. you can go ahead and mop your heart up off the floor, since i know it melted.