THE DWEEBS FORMULA

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When I looked up a definition for the word “dweeb” the dictionary had this to say:



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“An overly studious or boring person.”



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The definition I use in The Dweebs Formula is somewhat different:



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“A person who longs for love but does not feel fit to be loved.”



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Yes, that’s right…almost all of us are dweebs.



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A friend of mine told me about a book he had read called, “The Game – Penetrating the Secret Society of the Pickup Artist.” It is a very interesting book that describes the experiences of a dweeb who learnt to employ a whole array of techniques designed to make attractive women accessible to him despite the fact that he was a dweeb. The techniques generally drew on aspects of human psychology and social programming and taught the dweeb how to send out messages to his target women that he was a value-rich alpha male. And the techniques worked!



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As a fully-fledged dweeb myself I hated the very idea that this book existed (it’s a very good book by the way – I think everybody should read it). I felt an existential crisis heading my way:



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Are we humans nothing more than biologically programmed robots that will dance to the tune of the one who knows how to push the correct sequence of buttons?



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I wasn’t prepared to accept this as my reality. I am not prepared to see myself as nothing more than a collection of interacting chemicals. But I couldn’t ignore the effectiveness of the pickup artist’s bag of tricks. If I was to continue believing that I am an autonomous, self-determining spirit having an adventure in a rather amazing cosmos (and that is what I believe I am) then I needed to find a way to understand what was happening here.



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The Dweebs Formula posits the theory that when a pickup artist poses as a value-rich alpha male he is mimicking a thing that is already mimicking something else: that near mythical being…



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The Authentic Man

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The Dweebs Formula asks the question, Is it possible for a dweeb to cut past this chain of mimicking one thing that is mimicking another thing, and go straight to actually being the real thing? Could there really be a golden formula to release us from our dweebdom?