How To Meet A Low Quality Woman™

Men’s Twitter is filled with earnest advice about how you can—and should—strive to meet a so-called ‘high-quality woman™.

Such a woman will be sweet-natured, even-tempered, a good cook, intelligent, a provider of ‘good conversation’ and so on.

Regrettably, she will also most likely be extremely boring.

Which is kryptonite for the bachelor playboy seducer.

Trad Nonsense

The emergence of the ‘high quality woman™ meme is yet another aspect of the tedious ‘trad’ nonsense being spouted by dullards across the internet.

These men—and trads almost always are men, hoping to regulate the sexual marketplace—are generally guys who have got married far too young, and are now overreaching to try to justify their decision; or Christian conservatives of an evangelical bent. Or both.

Of course, the manner in which they want to live their lives is entirely up to them. But to attempt to foist the scourge of ‘high quality women™ on everyone else is both tiresome and potentially harmful.

The renegade playboy has little interest in meeting a ‘high-quality woman™ because he has no desire for ‘settling down™’ and ‘doing the right thing™’.

Instead, as I’ve discussed in a recent article, the playboy bachelor prefers to pursue ‘mini-relationships’ on the side while concerning himself with something that is—to be frank—far more important: his career ambitions.

That being the case, it is in his interests to minimise the distractions he is subjected to to the greatest possible extent.

And one very effective way of doing this is to remove ‘high quality women™’ from his dating diet.

Outsiders

It has been said that one of the side-effects of game is that it brings together people who have little in common other than sexual attraction, and who are probably incompatible in any other way.

I feel this most keenly whenever I accidentally meet a ‘high-quality woman™’, which happens from time to time

You see, while I regard myself an intelligent and aesthetically-inclined man (you can judge by my writings whether that is the case or not), I also feel a strong identification with the outsider, with the misfits and the rebels.

I have little interest in the vanilla woman who ‘has her shit together’ and ‘wants to be part of a team’ and to ‘build something together’. Such things are contrary both to my nature and to my ambitions.

I’ll give you an example of a time when I interacted with a high-quality woman™.

A Date With A ‘High Quality Woman™

I had approached this girl on a street corner in Soho one evening, assuming, from her looks, that she was a stripper from the former Soviet Union. She was wearing a long Burberry-style trenchcoat, had platinum blonde hair, and bulbous lips that looked as though they had been ‘done’.

You can only imagine my disappointment when she turned out to be English, and rather well-spoken.

Still, we had a flirty little chat and exchanged telephone numbers anyway.

After that, the WhatsApp messages flew back and forth for a while, and then we arranged to meet for a drink.

On the date, she was pleasant and polite and, as I’d feared, a ‘high-quality woman™’. By that I mean she had a certain seriousness about her, and she was certainly not a party girl: she ran her own business, was highly disciplined, owned her own London apartment, was demurely dressed in trousers and an expensive-looking cashmere jumper, had no visible piercings or tattoos. And so on.

I can’t pretend I wasn’t dispirited. Far from her being the Eastern European femme fatale I’d originally thought, she was a solid Englishwoman who would no doubt make some man a very good wife one day (until they got sick of each other and divorced).

When you meet someone for a date and you know instantly it’s not right there is always that desire to escape through the bathroom window. However, I am an English gentleman, and so I was happy to sit with her for a couple of drinks while she told me all about her plans for her new business, .meetings with venture capitalists, and so on.

But I felt no chemistry between us at all. Perhaps I am somewhat anomalous in that while at first sight I look like the sort of guy who is interested in high quality women™—-I dress smartly, I am polite and well-spoken —the opposite is true. And so when a high-quality woman™ meets me she instantly senses it, and all attraction between us dies.

We said goodbye on the corner, and she climbed into an Uber. I walked off down the street, stopping in a doorway to check messages on my phone.

A ‘Low Quality Woman™’

‘Hey’.

I looked up. Standing next to me were two girls, smoking outside a bar. They were Italian. One of them caught my eye immediately—she was a slender waif wearing cut-off denim shorts over black tights. She had a t-shirt on that revealed her pierced bellybutton. Her dark hair careened down her back. Her eyes flashed dangerously. Her nose was pierced and her lips were painted blue.

I engaged the girls (who were from Sardinia) and we talked nonsense for a few minutes. About how Blue Lips lived in Ibiza. How for her the summer never ended.

How refreshing it was to engage with a girl many of the poe-faced Twitterati would consider ‘low quality’. How much more fun and full of life was she. How much more sexy. 

What a man responds to sexually is very personal and I don’t presume to speak for everyone here. That said, when we’re talking visceral sexual attraction I’d be willing to put money in the probability of more men fancying Blue Lips rather than the first girl I described.

The reason is that while the characteristics associated with being a ‘high quality woman™’ may be laudable, they are not inherently sexy. They are added extras that one might take into account if one is looking for a long-term partner with whom one can raise a family and ‘save Western Civilisation™’, and all of that stuff.

But what if you’re not looking for those things? What if—realising that no man is ever remembered for wife or family, but rather for his achievements, for the work he leaves behind—you are committed to your career, rather than trivialities like marriage?

What if for you a ‘high-quality woman™’, with all of her expectations and demands, would be a hinderance?

And what if as a consequence of your life goals you have decided to pursue mini-relationships while you put work first?

That being the case, it makes sense that you should pursue women like Blue Lips.

How to meet them? Well, screening for piercings, tattoos and bad language, and hanging around the smoking areas outside bars is not a bad way to start.

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