This is lesson 2:
But beware that eating cheetos and playing games will not garner you a woman that would be desirable for nesting. A desirable woman brings in female skills, you must offer your masculine counterpart. And that is not only money and your cheesy-crusted dick.
You got to do manly things. Learn to cut meat and prepare a barbecue, learn to sharp a knife, learn how to fix things, learn to play cards, dominoes and chess for the day you go camping and it is raining and you have to keep your kids inside the tent, take an extra sweater in that cold day when she will come semi-naked just to tease you, be useful.
The home, the nest, spins around the female necessities to produce good offspring. Besides bringing in resources, when you are at home, you must be the one she can count to rescue her when children throw up, when children are unruly, when children are sick, when children were beaten at school, when she has to prepare food and the critter will try to grab the hot pots.
That's what females look for in a mate, someone who puts order on things, someone they can count on. If you don't have that to offer, they won't come nest with you. You got to do the man-things in the relationship.
You must have your tools, you must be a handy guy, resourceful even if bound by resource constraints.
You have to man-up. If you faint when you see blood, if you are scared of a pack of niggers, if you run away when the floor is covered in vomit, blood and shit, you are not a man to nest. You must not be fearful of surviving the cold winter night exposed outside. You descend from a lineage of men that survived the northern snowy nights alone outside, you have to own up to that heritage to be worth mating with. It is as simple as that.
You may be poor, broken, ugly, stupid. But if you are the kind of guy that would not hesitate to kill someone else at knife point to feed your children, you will get women lining up to nest with you.
Tenacity, hardness, boldness, rudeness, that's what makes a man. That's what women want regardless how much they tell you about the importance of having a trendy haircut. I'm a caveman, I look like a beggar, yet my wife adores me, because it only takes a glance from my eyes to put the children in their place or scare away the passing-by rowdy nigger. I make sure to keep her safe and everything that counts functioning in our home, I don't drink or take drugs, I don't scream to her, I don't demand anything from her to me. She cooks for me if she wants when she can. If she cares about the children that's what interests me. I can eat their salivated spitted scraps with a piece of bread, that satisfies me enough. I can care for myself and for others, I would give her my shirt and stay naked in the cold if poverty strikes us hard enough. That's what makes a man.
If a good woman sees that in you when you are young and you own up to that demand, you have a faithful woman for life.
