Tim Tebow and K-selected Mating Rituals

Tim Tebow is in the news over his girl dumping him for not banging her:

Tim Tebow recently split with girlfriend Olivia Culpo – a former Miss USA model – and the reason is said to be the former Broncos quarterback’s abstinence pledge.

Yes, that’s right, folks. You now live in a culture where a girl doesn’t want a man who respects her enough to wait until he is ready to commit to her, faithfully for life, and not just use her body for his own personal pleasure.

I’ve seen girls like this before. The ones I knew even had this same pretty, thin, angular appearance to their faces. Marla Maples was one I recognized at first sight.

When they are young, they look like this. When you are young, that is more or less overpowering. They are ostensibly pleasant and bubbly if they like you, but there is an emptiness to them, as if they have no beliefs, no inner compass. They will agree with anything you say. It is nice if you are young and don’t know what is behind it, but something is still missing, though you won’t know it at that age.

As they get older, they transition to this, and become less pleasant to be around, especially if you’ve been with them a few years. Now they are starting to notice young girls around them on top of the world, and it bothers them. Minor failures to manipulate others irritate them. That angst bubbles up from their depths, like a spring of nastiness that occasionally erupts into a geyser. The earliest stages of resting downmouths may emerge around this point, if you look for them.

Beneath that façade is the seed of angst, irritation, nastiness, and a devious assumption that because she can do things behind people’s backs, she is smarter than them. Once the pretty leaves completely, the ones I knew adopted an attitude as if the whole world was their enemy, and it was every person for themselves in a giant contest to fuck everyone else over. After sixty there is no dealing with them intermittently, let alone living with them. As I look at that picture, I can see a specific woman I know under the surface of her, and I can begin to feel a revulsion, even despite how pretty she is.

Say what you will, had Tebow banged her, it would have been difficult in that soup of hormones and neurotransmitters to get a feel for who she was, especially if he and she were both a few years younger. She would have hung around, sustained and pacified by the dopamine rush of sex, and he might have overestimated her value as well, again due to the dopamine produced by looking at her and emotional associations produced by sex.

By freezing her out, he tripped her amygdala with a dopamine deficiency so she freaked out, and then she took off. The “her” who fought with him and left is the her she would have been in in ten years when the pretty left and was no longer giving her a little dopamine lift each day to keep her thoughts together. He kept his head clear as well, by limiting his own dopamine axis, so when she left, he didn’t fall into chasing her or trying to pacify her. He was irritated too.

Tebow will be mocked by the rabbits, but he also likely won’t end up divorce-raped, stripped of his wealth, and forced to watch as the children he is responsible for have to cope with the consequences of a shattered family. In a way, Tebow is advertising what he is after, and as the rabbits mock him and the rabbit girls look down on him, his job of finding a quality wife becomes easier. You can bet when he finally does settle down, his wife will be flawless. Between her genetic contribution and his, their kids will be awesome specimens.

Tebow’s path isn’t going to work for everyone in these dopamine-soaked times, but if you are raising boys, you’d envy the position Tebow’s parents are in, especially these days – and you can bet you’d want to imbue that ethic in your own children if you could.