The Integrated Man

September 27, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Integrated Man @ 8:38 pm

Dating Tips for Guys: A Woman’s Perspective : How to Guarantee a Girl’s Attention

Filed under: Uncategorized — Integrated Man @ 8:35 pm

How To Get People to Do What You Want – Dating Science™ Ep1

September 25, 2009

Another Disgusting example of modern American Women…….

Filed under: Identity,Life — Integrated Man @ 12:55 pm

Detroit lions fan goes wild.

My comments:

What the fuck? I have always found female sports fans to be very unnattractive. I like women who are WOMEN!! Women who are into manly things are simply imitating men…..poorly. It’s gross. This woman is disgusting.

September 24, 2009

It’s all true…..

Filed under: Anne and The Divorce,Life,Sex and Love — Integrated Man @ 12:42 pm

Ever since the divorce early this year, I have been studying women and relationships. I studied marriage, i studied infidelity, I studied pick-up (PUA), and I’ve studied sexuality – giving women what they want sexually. I’m kind of an information junkie. Believe me, if I were diagnosed with some kind of cancer, I would get on the university of google, and learn all that was learnable about that for of cancer.

So as you may be able to imagine, after my divorce and the emotional devastation that accompanied it, I wanted to get this part of my life handled so that I would never face this sort of thing again. In the process of my studied (I’ve still only scratched the surface mind you) I’ve learned alot tha tI didn’t know about the female pysche.

Women are emotional creatures. Women are sexual creatures. Women ahve to be continously gamed or they will loose interest in you, even after twenty years. That in a cold hard fact. I have been working hard to become THAT kind of man. It’s starting to show. I’ve got two married women, who’s husbands aren’t cutting it, who are actively gaming me. Other side of the coin now. How do you like them apples? More to follow………

September 18, 2009

The Blueprint decoded notes

Filed under: Sex and Love,The Meaning of Life — Integrated Man @ 12:21 pm

The Blueprint Decoded Notes

I Wish You Enough

Filed under: Family,Life,Life And Death,The Meaning of Life — Integrated Man @ 12:01 pm

Here is your Friday story,

I Wish You Enough

I never really thought that I’d spend as much time in airports as I do. I don’t know why. I always wanted to be famous and that would mean lots of travel. But I’m not famous, yet I do see more than my share of airports.

I love them and I hate them. I love them because of the people I get to watch. But they are also the same reason why I hate airports. It all comes down to “hello” and “goodbye.” I must have mentioned this a few times while writing my stories.

I have great difficulties with saying goodbye. Even as I write this I am experiencing that pounding sensation in my heart. If I am watching such a scene in a movie I am affected so much that I need to sit up and take a few deep breaths. So when faced with a challenge in my life I have been known to go to our local airport and watch people say goodbye. I figure nothing that is happening to me at the time could be as bad as having to say goodbye.

Watching people cling to each other, crying, and holding each other in that last embrace makes me appreciate what I have even more. Seeing them finally pull apart, extending their arms until the tips of their fingers are the last to let go, is an image that stays forefront in my mind throughout the day.

On one of my recent business trips, when I arrived at the counter to check in, the woman said, “How are you today?” I replied, “I am missing my wife already and I haven’t even said goodbye.”

She then looked at my ticket and began to ask, “How long will you…Oh, my God. You will only be gone three days!” We all laughed. My problem was I still had to say goodbye.

But I learn from goodbye moments, too.

Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, “I love you. I wish you enough.” She in turn said, “Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy.”

They kissed and she left. He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?”

“Yes, I have,” I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me.

So I knew what this man was experiencing.

“Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?” I asked.

“I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back would be for my funeral,” he said.

“When you were saying goodbye I heard you say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what that means?”

He began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more.”When we said ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them,” he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he
were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Goodbye.”

He then began to sob and walked away.

My friends, I wish you enough!

Bob Perks

Bob Perks is a professional writer and speaker. You can visit his website at:
Thomas Nelson Publishers will be releasing his book, I Wish You Enough: Embracing Life’s Most Valuable Moments – One Wish at a Time on December 8, 2009. It is a collection of his stories based on the “Eight Wishes” expressed in the original story.

September 17, 2009

Megan Fox Won’t Shut Up

Filed under: Identity,Life,Sex and Love,The Meaning of Life — Integrated Man @ 8:38 pm

From comcast entertainment

By Audrey Morrison

By Audrey Morrison

Megan Fox has single-handedly gotten herself pegged as a psychotic, self-loathing, possibly bisexual young woman with no friends who is prone to violent outbursts and panic attacks, yet she continues to spill her deep dark secrets to practically anyone who asks.

In a sheer black bodysuit on the cover of October’s Rolling Stone Magazine Fox looks completely confident in flaunting her much-drooled over body. Is it possible that the words this picture paints are totally off base?

Well, yes. According to Megan she is “really insecure about everything” and “has a sick feeling of being mocked all the time.”

We should be unfazed by anything Fox has to say at this point. Still, the admission that she has threatened to kill on-again, off-again boyfriend Brian Austin Green several times during fights doesn’t sit right.

“I’ve had to say to Brian, ‘You have to go and stop talking to me, because I’m going to kill you. I’m going to stab you with something. Please leave,'” she said. “I’d never own a gun for that reason. I wouldn’t shoot to kill. But I would shoot him in the leg, for sure.”

Delving into the sultry brunette’s angsty teen years uncovers another secret that most people would have a problem telling their closest friends and family let alone the whole world.

When Fox is asked if she’s ever cut herself she simply replies, “Yeah” then quickly follows up with, “But I don’t want to elaborate.”

Don’t believe her, though. In true Fox fashion she keeps rambling.

“I would never call myself a cutter,” she clarifies. “Girls go through different phases when they’re growing up when they’re miserable and do different things, whether it’s an eating disorder or they dabble in cutting.”

My Comments:

Are you fucking kdding me?  this is the kind of psychotic bitch that we idealize?  I’m dumbfounded.

September 13, 2009

Ode to the Nice Guys

Filed under: Identity,Life,Sex and Love,The Meaning of Life — Integrated Man @ 3:16 am

This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal


This is a tribute to the nice guys.

The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support.

This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style. This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you. This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it.

This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

September 11, 2009

my intro on a local PUA forum…..

Filed under: Identity,Life,Sex and Love — Integrated Man @ 2:34 am

Hello Everyone,

   I’m glad to be here.  Let me tell you a little bit about myself.  My name is Dave, I live in Royal Oak, Michigan and I just turned 36.  I’m big on health and longevity so I take great care of myself.  Still have all my hair, no glasses, tall slim athletic build.  Not even close to an old guy.

 I was divorced in January of this year after seven years of marriage.  I was devastated.  I loved her more than anything.  I will always care deeply for her but I’ve seen the light as I was going thru the pain of separation.  I read everything I could get my hands on and finally things started to make sense.  It opened me to a much larger and scarier reality about women.  I read “No More Mr. Nice Guy”, “Women’s Infidelity (1-2)”, a bunch of marriage and divorce books, men going their own way anti-feminism books and blogs, and then of course then there’s the PUA stuff.  I realized two key things in my end of marriage debrief: 

  1. I selected poorly.  My wife was beautiful and extremely charming when she’s in what they call the “acquisitive mode”.  But she had horrible self esteem and that could make her go bat shit crazy.  In fact, at 40 years of age (she’s six years older than me) she was diagnosed with bipolar manic depression.  Long story short, I’m better off.
  2. I was a complete beta wuss.  I was raised by a single mother and a bunch of pushy bitchy aunts.  I was a supplicate and a pleaser.  I hated being this way; it was just in my programming.  There was always a strong alpha waiting to get out.  My wife used to say I was confusing – I was the toughest dork she ever knew.

 Now what I want is to have my future relationships with women (and with everybody) on my own terms.  I know this will be a process of recreating me.  I have a massive amount of PUA material I’m beginning to study.  I look forward to it.  I want to be the man I always knew I could be.  I’m big on developing alpha characteristics.

 I know this is a journey and it takes time.  I’m big on self development, I do Yoga and meditation everyday.  I see developing this skill set as an extension of my overall self improvement strategy.

 Look forward to seeing you on the 26th.

September 5, 2009


Noun: Bitch (bich):

  1. A miserable person who sucks all joy and happiness out of life, and makes life a little less worth living by her consistently shitty attitude. When not complaining, her drama and gossip will fill the void. He or she (but usually she) refuses to do something with a group, and will forego hanging out with said group unless they’re doing something she wants to do. She will put her interest ahead of others every single time, just for the sake of being a bitch. A bitch hates fun.

    “Hey guys, sorry we can’t check out that cool new Brazilian restaurant, Janet is being a bitch.”

  2. An obnoxious bitch people can’t stand to be around. Normally, using the word I’m defining in the definition of said word wouldn’t make sense, but I’ve read this sentence four times now, and I’ll be damned if it’s not crystal clear to me.
  3. A status you assume when you take one in the pooper while incarcerated. 
  4. What you become when you fail at pool, bowling, Quake, english, math, Street Fighter Alpha, etc. 
  5. Having a thankless job where you work lots of overtime without pay while your boss is on vacation. 
  6. Having to sit in the middle seat between two people in a car or plane. 
  7. Being last in line to get cake or ice cream at a party. 
  8. Crying and throwing a tantrum about something nobody gives a shit about, including you.

    “I’m not going to give you $6 for my share of an $11 pizza when all I owe you is $5.50. I shouldn’t have to pay extra, waaaaaah!”

  9. Having a high opinion of your looks and a sense of entitlement when people compliment you. Your ego is usually punctuated with a “hottie” shirt, which makes you slightly less tolerable to be around than children, and slightly more tolerable to be around than a saucer of goat cum.

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