Women who will make the best wife material, the First Tier women, are swamped by marriage minded men in Western society. Their defining characteristics are (at least, in my eyes) their EARLY LIFE application of the standards of a biblical marriage: Supporting their husband and family, being gentle and well spoken, and, as they get older, having a delightful combination of intelligence and maturity to accompany their innocence. Everygirl else is, simply put, a Second Tier woman.
Second Tier women would be anyone in/over the mid-20s, as well as the younger girls who place themselves in the “undesirables” category via virtue (haha) of their promiscuity, attitude, obesity, and other outward signs of not caring about what (good) men actually want (multiple/obvious tattoos, excessive drinking, vulgarity and sarcastic attitudes come to mind).
There are a few girls who have mistakenly fallen into step on the feminist life-plan, who legitimately sought a good degree, or may have spent their prime years with the wrong person, but by that point their most attractive and marriage-formative years have been frittered away. Usually, if they are intentional about becoming Godly women, it’s obvious that they could potentially be good wives, but it will be an uphill battle, and they will lack the charm, innocence and elegance of a woman from the First Tier who made the right choices when she was younger.
The main problem the Second Tier woman will face is convincing a man to accept her in this state, one she chose for herself (a clear majority of them, anyways). Men, by inverse, mostly start at Second or Third Tier (for Marriage Market Value, at least) and begin to experience their rise to First Tier as they pass into their mid/late-twenties, if ever.
I can account, for example, the girl who in her youth (and potential to be a First Tier woman) rejected me. Yet, the week after I became Dr. Seth, she called to me, asking me to accept her in her now Second Tier (having had a child and other self inflicted problems) state. It became very obvious that I was a First Tier (Marriage Market Value) guy, due largely in part to the overwhelming numbers of mothers/grandmothers trying to involve me into their daughter’s/granddaughter’s life.
Knowledge, however subtle I may have had it, kept me from engaging in the dating arena, because these girls were, without a fault, a Second Tier or First Tier squanderer-in-progress. One young lady who had the potential to capture my attention, who went as far as to ask me on a date, had all the right credentials (indeed, far exceeded my baseline requirements for a marriage partner) but for one fatal flaw: Her “In A Relationship” status on Facebook (and boyfriend who worked at my office). I often asked myself why I was looking. Really, I didn’t feel like I -was- looking. At all. I knew the score, and I simply disengaged, and unless “something magical happened” I just wouldn’t take any interest. Saved myself a lot of time, stress and money.
I took a year to decide if I wanted to be married, and what I was willing to do to find a spouse who was matching me in my efforts to be First Tier, and decided to try the overseas thing. Coolest experience, ever. There are tramps, prostitutes, gift seekers and immature women, don’t get me wrong. But there are also a lot of women who have focused on being First Tier women (and wives), continuing even after the age of 23-25. The reason is simply that there are not enough First Tier men to marry them. Just as there are not enough First Tier women over here in the West.
As I had mentioned before, prior to looking seriously overseas, I knew I was a First Tier man. I did an objective statistical analysis of myself, using the 2010 census data, and to find a man as well groomed, achieved, and with my morals would be one in ten-thousand. Accounting for my young age would probably have placed me even higher. That wasn’t enough for the local ladies, however, because MMV does not cause tingles.
After returning from Ukraine (and a week or two of female validation), the script flipped entirely. Now that I didn’t want dates, women (American and otherwise) started crawling out of the woodwork. The good (or, at least, better) American ones I would take on a date, just one, to get to know them and to give them tips on how to make themselves more marriageable. Appearance doesn’t matter, I just look for a heart for God and a sincere desire to improve. Despite the clarity of my message (strictly platonic) and the honest critiquing (borderline insulting if taken out of context), every girl ends up asking/subtly assuming/demanding for another date. They’re obviously attracted to me, the hair-flipping, arm-grabbing, lid-flapping, boob-grazing vixens. I have to tell them no, because my heart is no longer here, and playing them is not my intention. I shall not adopt the mindset of “you had your fun, now it’s time for mine.” For me, there will only be one girl in my life, and this First Tier man will settle for nothing less than a First Tier woman. The above is a modified post I wrote on Haley’s blog (www.haleyshalo.wordpress.com).
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