On boldness

Do yourself a favor and grow a pair of gargantuan testicles. Now, here’s the misconception: we think we need them only to deal with girls (and, by the way, they respond immediately to them). I went to a family Sunday dinner with a tee-shirt that read "Fuck Milk… Got Pot?" As it may be transparent, I was up for some controversy. Only they expect something like that, therefore it is of no shock anymore. I had another tee-shirt made to read: “Up to no good”. Another one reads, “Perro” which is Spanish for dog. Yet another reading, “I make gold-diggers pay…” –on the front and on the back, to soften it off a bit, concludes “…later.” It makes some girls want to have a second, closer look.
Having balls is not only about sly sexual tension inviting slogans but rather a way of life. Passive individuals not only tend to be so in a single aspect of their lives. Generally, it is a sickness of characters that metastases into our way of life. Romantic movies, rock ballads, slow-paced jams, family interactions, friends. Everyone just perceives you as someone easily accessible and somewhat vulnerable. Some may even see them exhibiting signs of “weakness”. Girls may refer to them with the “nice guys” etiquette. While it may be wise to rent a romantic movie to watch with a gorgeous girl invited over, George Michael, Ricky Martin and la lambada seem, gee, kind of gay to me. I fell asleep through the Titanic movie, and only awoke pleasantly to see his ass drown for letting a girl gether way. That fucker deserved it.
That is not to say that niceness has no place in the equation. Let’s just say that is not the case we’re trying to make. Think of it as in business, it pays to be pleasant but not to lower the price for the sake of it; or better yet, think of it as sport. Yeah, that's right: a sport. Here niceness comes after the game. Humility is better wore by the haves and winners.
But if it is like a market in which everything is up for sale, we all give away so easily. That is not part of having balls. Having the balls is also about taking charge and command of your destiny, for instance. So, in getting better with the girls, you firstly and utmost need to improve yourself: it’s not about finding the tricks to get in. It’s knowingly advancing, having your way with her and no manipulation will compensate for the real deal. Sooner or later, you're just gonna have to deal with the reality that they are all around, they are not going to vanish anytime soon and that you might as well get along with them. Instead, we spend time with the boys from early childhood to adulthood.
Having the balls is letting go and calling it quits, too. It also implies a responsibility to be a man of good and not necessarily a good man. Men have the balls to carry out their duties, make the wife happy and venture into someone’s skin from time to time. Who will deny us of it all? Men give plenty but ask themselves for little in turn. Married men everywhere are suffering a slow self-inflicted death. They find themselves stuck in relationships that no longer fulfill them. Having the balls to end it or mend it takes a man. Opening the road for them and being up to the challenge takes a man. It takes a man to satisfy the social needs and appetites. We work hard for what we get. Nothing is handed to us. Where a girl may just flash a smile and a door is open, we have to bring the door down with some humility in order to make our way in. They may dress fashionably and smell like a bouquet of freshly collected flowers, and are taken places; if the roles are being played right, we have to provide the ride and the cash most of the time. And we may be disqualified by a simple, vain mistake made. So what is the great thing about being the man? It's about being in control and taking charge of the action. Let her do the talking, keep your shut most of the time. Enjoy the ride. You take her for a ride, you don't carry her there. You're the one driving.
Our power is not in refusing to pay for the movies but selecting the one to watch. Our power is in the place we take her. Our power comes across from the get-go by simply saying with a deep voice, with an indelible pause, in masculine tone, while looking into her eyes “Hey” to get them out of their routines and place them unto ours. With serene confidence, neatly presentable, humble eloquence and certain manly elegance thrown to the mix.
So why is it that when something is in our power to lift ourselves from the ground and claim some of our identity as men back, we simply let it slide by. Balls is in our initial interactions. Take rejection, for instance. If you have the balls, you overlook it and even work with it. If a girl responds unfavorably (in time, you’ll know that any kind of response is a good on) to a humorous observation of ours, take a step back and slow-paced, confidently say something like:
-I gotta be honest with you: I didn’t expect this kind of reception. You have balls. Unluckily, for you, I was looking for a pussy. Balls I got plenty of.
If she rejects you, you take it like a man and in a dominant stance deliver something like: “You call that rejection?” Wait for her reaction and conclude: “Listen, honey, if you’re gonna reject me, do it properly. Grab me by the shoulders and knee me on the balls, beat me up and throw me out of this place. Otherwise, I won’t take you seriously.”
Have fun with it, make light of a situation. You are the man. You are always in control.