She is not your friend. She is not your best friend.

She is not your confidante. She is not a shoulder to cry on.

She is not the first person you turn to when you’re going through tough shit.

She is not your career adviser. She is not your mentor.

She is strictly your lover, the woman you penetrate as proscribed by your evolutionary design and biological purpose.

She will never understand your male psyche. Neither will you understand hers.

Your male best friend is your best friend.

Your bed, in private, is the shoulder to cry on, alone, for a time, until you’ve faced your demons on your own, until you’re ready for male counsel.

Your male best friend is the person you turn to when you’re going through tough shit—AFTER you’ve spent time battling it out on your own.

Your career / job / vocation / life calling / life purpose is solely your own masculine responsibility. She has no say in it.

An older male friend is your mentor.

Never let your guard down with any woman.

Never share your weak side with any woman, including your mother.

This is the Alpha Way.

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