I’ve stumbled (literally) across a school of game that is even more effective than hangover game: Sick game.
I met up with a buddy at a bar even though I was deep under the influence of a viral load. Cabin fever and the call of the wild coaxed me off my sofa. I warned him ahead of time that I would be absent as a wingman that night.
Coughing, sniffling, and hacking up loogies on the walk over, I dragged myself up to the roof deck and propped myself against the bar, or rather, leaned heavily against the bar to support my weakened body. Three girls situated themselves nearby. Even in my fuzzy mental state I knew a proximity indicator of interest when I saw one.
One of the girls was decent looking, but naturally I was in no mood to attempt her seduction. I just wanted to take in the spectacle, sip my ginger ale, and infect everyone with my contagious joy. But this girl moved closer and it would have been criminal of me to deny her the satisfaction of a proper gaming. So I opened her. Angrily.
“So what’s your deal?”
“My deal? This is my first time at this place.”
“Are those your friends over there?”
“Yes.” She waved at them and they wanly smiled back.
I growled. “Just make sure they don’t cockblock. I need space to sweep you off your feet.”
The seduction continued for fifteen minutes. My body language was… aloof. Sickly aloof. I don’t think I turned my head more than once to give her a sidelong glance. My mouth hung open taking in oxygen. My eyes were watery. My voice sounded muffled ricocheting off my phlegmy sinuses. I barely spoke, prefering to nod or give one word answers when she asked me questions. I didn’t smile once, not even when she tried to be funny. When she laughed, I didn’t laugh with her. When she thrust her impressive bosom in my face, I didn’t take notice. More than a few times I interrupted her conversation by coughing loudly into my hand. I allowed long, uncomfortable silences to linger when she ran out of things to say. Invariably, she would be the one to fumble frenetically for a topic to restart the conversation.
And after fifteen minutes? I number closed her. More precisely, I opened my phone and she grabbed it and punched in her number before I could even finish asking her for it.
Women are always saying they want men to “be themselves”. They want sincerity and candor. Well, nothing brings out the sincerity like sickness. I was truly “being myself”, my glorious, uncaring, indifferent, asshole self. And that’s the man that women love.
lol 🙂
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Would you say Sick game brings out the nurturing side of girls wanting to take care of you as the bonus?
You didn’t play up the “ohh I’m sick angle, poor me”, which didn’t allow her to play mommy. I bet that got her uterus doing jumping jacks.
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Our female intuition tells us the rate, trajectory and volume of bodily fluids is proportional across the board
or,
more phelgm = heavier, bigger balls.
Duh.
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Man,
the Swine Flu pandemic
is gonna be tits
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It’s interesting. Mystery says that one of the characteristics of the alpha male is to smile. I have found that being stoic works better. Iceberg Slim also mentioned that a few times in his book. Show emotions only rarely.
[editor: smiling and stoicism don’t have to be mutually incompatible. Smiling works best in measured doses, as a way to establish self-assured alphness, but too much smiling and you’ll lose alpha points faster than david alexander steering a conversation into his favorite pasttime of wacking off to railfanning trannies.]
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The truth
“It’s interesting. Mystery says that one of the characteristics of the alpha male is to smile. I have found that being stoic works better. Iceberg Slim also mentioned that a few times in his book.”
Iceberg Slim over Mystery all day.
But they both work.
Like many things in life and Game, there are no hard and fast rules.
– MPM
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Guess I better watch out lest I be overcome while in hospitals, then.
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If I’m sick I’m usually too irascible to want to deal with women.
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No wonder nurses get hit on so much 😉
Hey Roissy, is your name from Story of O?
[editor: yes. note that it is not a reference to sadomasochistic torture. it is a reference to soul-consuming love.]
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I lost my voice two weeks ago and it was barely a croak. I went out daygaming anyway and astonishingly it didn’t make any difference.
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The content of what you said there tows the line dangerously between the “caring asshole” (the asshole who acts out of spite, and whose goal is to piss OTHER people off) and the “uncaring asshole” (the asshole who acts out of indifference and narcissism, and whose goal is to ENTERTAIN HIMSELF).
My genuine personality, and the way I always behaved around girls pre-game, was that of a caring asshole. All things equal (you’re not the good looking, aren’t social proofed, etc.) that shit really doesn’t work. I still slip back into it from time to time, and it only gets girls really mad at you.
“So what’s your deal” is definitely a caring asshole’s opener. Those reading should use that kind of stuff sparingly, carefully, with delivery/body language that suggests something contrary to the hostility of your words.
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next up, Terminal Cancer Game
[editor: funny. if i had terminal cancer and one year to live, i’d jettison any pretense at LTRs and just rawdoggedly plow my way through as much international pussy as i could handle before kicking off. i bet most unmarried, single men would do the same, which should tell you something about how differently wired men are from women.]
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When you said “viral load” I immediately thought … you can figure it out.
Peter
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I guess that’s the thing separating AFC’s from gamers, turning IOI’s into closes.
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does mentally sick game work? then tjf would be a shoe-in.
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roissy. if I had a year left, why not just go straight for porn star pussy? I’d move to LA or Miami and just aggressively go after them, wherever they hung out.
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“but that the power of a man’s looks and dress wears off within seconds if he has no game to back it up.”
The story of my life.
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The whole sick/hangover game thing…big sign of social anxiety disorder and possibly something bigger like aspergers. If you really need to be feeling “out-of-it” to not be anxious, this is a sign of a bigger problem.
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And as far as anxiety goes…benzo’s all the way.
SSRI’s (prozaz, zoloft, paxil, etc) =BETA
Benzo’s (xanax, valium, clonzepam) =ALPHA
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“but that the power of a man’s looks and dress wears off within seconds if he has no game to back it up”
True.
Many times I am accused of being able to get girls solely on my dashing good looks and well tailored custom suits.
Occasionally, I go out in a non-suited down just to disprove the naysayers. http://www.thegmanifesto.com/2008/02/swooping-girls-in-down-market.html
Its all Game over here.
– MPM
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It’s called congruence.
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Four years ago I was in Spain and hitting on girls in the hostels. I came down with a cold but because I didn’t stop going out it morphed into a heaving dry cough that hurt my lungs and made it hard to breathe at times. I couldn’t say more than two sentences without going into disgusting coughing fits where people would step back several feet, scared of what they would contract from me.
During the worst of it I hooked up with a German girl and British girl, having to take breaks from kissing them to cough violently into my hand. They didn’t care because they just wanted to be with me.
I learned a lot on that trip.
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askjoe: “It’s called congruence.”
I couldn’t have said it any better.
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“Many times I am accused of being able to get girls solely on my dashing good looks and well tailored custom suits.”
Hey G-man,how much does a good well-tailored custom made suit cost?
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Aloof game works best when the girl is already quite interested in you.
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better uses of importantly limited time.
despite glowing pua newsletter reviews to the contrary, porn bitches hardly hook iykwim
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if i had terminal cancer and one year to live, i’d jettison any pretense at LTRs and just rawdoggedly plow my way through as much international pussy as i could handle before kicking off. i bet most unmarried, single men would do the same,
Most married men would do the same, too! What’s the wife gonna do about it? By the time the divorce goes through, you don’t care, and she’s gonna get all the assets soon enough anyway.
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Roissy you might want to point out that one word game is useful and works best if you first establish interest, comfort and some attraction. Otherwise the one word game will backfire and she will stop engaging in conversation with you.
At the start when you first approach, you usually have to (in order to have any shot at all) contribute at least 80-90% of the conversation. Now, one word game comes in use after you have already established rapport, and you want to come off like you can take her or leave her.
A woman asking you questions, this is the biggest IOI you can get short of her forcing herself on you. Now, being the aloof badboy, evading the questions and creating an atmosphere of mysteriousness, that is the goal of one word game.
The goal is NOT to go into a set, spit out a few words and then shut down – which I can see some people doing. These few will get rejected for not even having the basic social graces to involve oneself in a conversation.
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It is not that easy to be sick so the application of this game is more limited than the hangover game.
On a different note, Pupu observes a self-enforcing cycle: 1. Roissy’s sick, 2. gina tingle, 3.sex, 4. sex makes Roissy weak (reference somewhere in earlier posts) and 1.
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At the start when you first approach, you usually have to (in order to have any shot at all) contribute at least 80-90% of the conversation.
good point.
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On a different note, Pupu observes a self-enforcing cycle: 1. Roissy’s sick, 2. gina tingle, 3.sex, 4. sex makes Roissy weak (reference somewhere in earlier posts) and 1.
a good cycle, a noble cycle, but it can be more. the alpha cycle:
1. i’m sick
2. gina tingle
3. sex
4. she’s sick
5. sick sex
6. post coital chicken noodle soup rapport
7. love
8. marriage
9. disappearing gina tingle
10. i’m sick.
of course, this cycle would rely on a refreshment rate of women to divorce and marry in perpetuity, thus bankrupting me until terminal cancer looks likes blessed relief.
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Opener:
“So what’s your deal?”
Balls. Her IOI must have gone beyond proximity to open staring. Big boobies? Did you sick goggle a fattie?
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if I had a year left
In contrast, if I had a year left, I’d basically spend it driving and riding trains and exploring as many places as possible. Maybe I’d consider pity sex from a porn star, but otherwise, I’d want the trains and roads first.
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DA,
You need to stop. You really, really need to stop. It’s just going to launch another circuitous argument that you only circumvent by way of nihilistic self-sabotage.
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Actually DA, your honesty is refreshing.
I’d have to believe that many guys would opt to do many things unrelated to sex, like traveling the world, fulfilling an ultimate dream related to a hobby or interest, or spending as much time as possible with loved ones, if they knew their lives would soon end.
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@Roosh
Ugh. This post + your comment brings up being abroad+sick memories. Not pleasant being in a fantastic euro. location w/ an ugly cough.
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@askjoe
Big natural boobies don’t always = warpig
Take a young Jennifer Connelly, Salma Hayek or Carla Gugino for instance.
🙂
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Is David Alexander a really smart troll?
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Ovid
“Many times I am accused of being able to get girls solely on my dashing good looks and well tailored custom suits.”
Hey G-man,how much does a good well-tailored custom made suit cost?”
If you have to ask the price, you can’t afford one.
Just playing.
Depends.
It is like asking how much does a house cost?
The house could be in downtown Detroit, or in the Hollywood Hills filled with Playmates.
– MPM
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“spending as much time as possible with loved ones”
That would only apply to those capable of loving others….
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During the darkest days of my marriage I often contemplated coming down with cancer and spending my remaining days in Amsterdam where I’d start up a nice heroin habit and bang hookers until Death showed up at my door. It was either that or the fantasy where a freak blow to the head robbed me off all memory of my wife and kid and I got on the first plane to Amsterdam…
That was the only fun I had during that marriage. Guys- don’t get hitched!
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Second it, happened this very day, the light side of a sore throat.
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correction ..”that’s the man that SOME women think they love”
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Re: Dreamer
Since I’ve lost my virginity, sex wouldn’t be as much of a pressing need, and I’d prefer to know that I at least drove on one of the speed-limit free stretches of the Autobahn in a relatively decent car, and I rode on the world’s fastest passenger railway. After those needs are met, then I’d work my way down other stuff that I’d like to do within reason. If I did have the opportunity to have sex with a porn star, I’d obviously take advantage of it, but it’s not something that I think is highly critical, and it’s highly unlikely that would ever happen.
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Unless divorce is built into the mix (or marriage is removed from it), the 2nd alpha cycle will be stuck at the chicken noodle soup stage, which is the case for many alphas.
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of course, this cycle would rely on a refreshment rate of women to divorce and marry in perpetuity, thus bankrupting me until terminal cancer looks likes blessed relief.
Except you’re an alpha. Her vagina shall tingle with the juices of her love and desire for you until she faints at an old age from one last glorious orgasm. You’ll merely have several women feeding soup for you. Some type of soup making and vagina healing harem…
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new poster here…
Doesn’t the fact that the girl approached you and started asking questions and not the other way around mean that if you just don’t say anything stupid you can number close?
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Crap – that would be ‘she would’ not should would…i’m not poet…. heh
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Anything that makes you not give a shit works. Unfortunately, I discovered the ultimate power of this after my father died in early July. I’ve had 5 partners since then, compared to 6 for the whole year before July. I stopped shaving as frequently, stopped wearing my nice clothes and have just been going out in shitty t-shirts and jeans. Pussy has been sticking to me without much effort. I don’t even live in NYC anymore but I spent a lot of time there looking after my family and dealing with city bureaucracy after my dad passed. I now have 3 consistent jizz buckets in the city for any time I wish to go back up.
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Roissy
Yes but.
You could be just as uncarring, indifferent and occasionally glowering as you were when virally afflicted at that soiree, and positively repel girls.
The lack of aloffness can definitely turn girls off. The mere fact of aloffness won’t attract them.
It’s the combo of those things with your own knowledge and sure confidence that you ARE a player and can mad attract the hotties that does it. It’s not merely being an asshole, though you Roissy and to a lesser extent other PUA’s have made “asshole” into something of a term of art when used in a game context, it’s being a certain kind of asshole. A confidant girl gaming asshole. Not just an asshole.
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aoefe
I don’t know how you nearly always manage to be cute when you say “crap”. But you do. Despite the fact that you use it all the time. Please don’t stop. You got that down really right somehow. Cute somewhat dirty. Earthy but not gutter.
This is exactly the sort of girl praise I sometimes do that offends the hell out of the literal minded devotees of asshole game.
I expect to hear about it. Well probably not having noted that. But don’t worry, they’ll be storing it up. 😉
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“I discovered the ultimate power of this after my father died in early July. I’ve had 5 partners since then”
So I guess he didn’t die in vain.
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MaryJane
They certainly don’t.
E.g.:
http://sexliestruth.blogspot.com/2009/08/hnt-red-light-district.html
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Nerd peacocking!:
http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/living/2009/09/08/natpkg.dragon.con.love.cnn
Gentlemen, it can be done.
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lurker
Are you kidding me? Of course it can be done.
Sometimes I think the whole consumer tech industry, at least the entrepenurial and sales sides of it, are all about nerd peacocking. Well, more than sometimes.
What is e.g. the iPod all about if not nerd peacocking, and then selling that nerd crafted (with mondo design assist) as a fashion statement tech created entertainment device to girls as well?
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Nerd peacocking? now I feel sick.
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First, let’s move away from DA Downer and Nerdcore…boobs! Big boobs, decent bodies can happen. But big boobs and overeager pursuit…iffy. Big boobs are the last resort of the scoundrel, er war pig.
What I like about this post is that I’ve seen many dudes (AFC’s) respond to blatant IOI’s like a puppy dog, tails wagging only lose the game quickly. I’d guess that puppy dog tail wagging only works 8% of the time, even with an IOI. Most of the time, it’s a bright, neon-sign DLV. Which sucks for guys.
R, OTOH, just starts in on a chick that seems to ready to go Florence Nightingale on him with hostility. Brilliant! Well, assuming he wasn’t reliving his “How it feels to be a hot chick” post. I am curious what you were actually doing while they gravitated towards you, crowd watching, talking to friends, hacking up a lung, etc?
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awww, cosplayers.
I’m not geeky enough to ever bother with DragonCon but I appreciate the brave souls who try to bring it to the wimpywimpy NY Comic Con.
On topic: I can barely tolerate mucus from those I love, no way from stranger in a bar. ewwww.
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@Lurker
Yay Dragoncon. Actually costumes are a fun way to break the ice.
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@al13
I’d think the guy was a selfish tool to infect the whole car/lounge/club with his sickness.
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That’s a bit harsh; germs are everywhere anyways. I just don’t want to see/hear the drippage/blockage, and it sounds like I wouldn’t have to if I didn’t sidle over and bat my lashes. Drink on soldier.
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@al13 – batting lashes, it has to be you. Why the handle modification?
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idiocy.
will attempt to reclaim dignity and manage business. Will also hope ex-teammates do not lurk around here to expose paranoid self.
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Maybe this stuff works for sales too? Thinking back, I closed a big early sale for a start-up once when I was sick as dog. I blew my nose through my pitch to one of the partners of this company out in the East Bay, then went across the street and forced myself to eat some heuvos rancheros while he ran my proposal by the rest of the team. Then I walked back over to pick up the check and the signed contract a couple of hours later.
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“I growled. “Just make sure they don’t cockblock. I need space to sweep you off your feet.”
Hilarious. A woman would never expect to hear such a thing. The confidence alone would keep her around. The whole conversation sounds as if you started making her qualify her presence from the word go. Its amazing how the perception of status works.
For instance, some of our old college professors were treated with deference from ourselves, whereas if we met them in a bookstore, we would not give them the time of day. However, in the context of their classroom, they were the king and absolute ruler, so you took their shit. In a bar, club, bookstore, shopping mall, public park or similar venue, every reasonably well-dressed and coiffed human being can start every new encounter ostensibly as equals. Its like a new chance over-and-over again to present oneself as high status even if they are working behind the counter at K-mart.
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I can’t say there’s anything quite attractive about a guy with a cold (this might be a different circumstance within a relationship), but I can attest to my personal enjoyment of hung over or drunk guys.
Why? Because they’re vulnerable, and I like to watch guys puke.
In any case, sickness doesn’t strike me as any bit alpha. Mostly just the pity/fetish factor on the part of young ladies. Haha.
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@ Ovid- I had a custom tailor suit made for me at $350 while Traveling in Asia. It’s not Savile Road, but my suit came out looking great- I look way better wearing that than I do anything else. Having the suit perfectly made to measure really makes a big difference.
If you can swing a vacation to Asia, there are a lot of amazing sights to see, great nightlife, a lot of hotties to game, and you can get a custom tailored for a fraction of what it would cost you back home.
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There’s an old saying in hockey that guys play better when they’re sick.
Derek Samuelson (an old 70’s alpha winger from the Bruins) scored a crap load of goals when sick with the flu .
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The best, cheap way to get a great custom suit is to go to a tailor in a country where the dollar is stronger than local currency.
You can practically steal a suit from Canada when the dollar kicks ass. ‘Course not today with President Fuckup in charge, but so long as he gets his socialist ass kicked in the midterms, we can look forward to better days there.
Think Montreal (suave French/Italian style) or Toronto. Don’t know abotu Vancover. Make it a vacation trip, and order several and pay in advance from a known guy.
Many service men in the Mideast currently take advantage of this. There are very skilled Western tailors in Iraq and Afghanistan dying for work.
Southeast Asia is good. India/Pakistan, too has great tailors who are trained in the British style.
Damn. I sound like the G. But only an imitator; the original can never be topped.
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I discovered the sick game in my first week of university when I came down with a killer flu.
The hottest girl in the entire course sat next to me in a class and started babbling on and I totally ignored her because I was dead man walking.
Grunts for answers. No answers at all. Didn’t look at her. Stared at the desk. She was all over me and halfway though her saying something I stood up and walked out without a word.
We were in a computer course and she was one of the few girls in there so every guy there was generally all over her.
Fast-forward to next week and I’ve recovered. Vague memories of dark curly hair and tight pink sweater. She comes into the same class and runs to me like those lions in that YouTube filmclip.
And I screw it up by talking to her. Within five sentences she has almost completely lost interest. I’m with it enough to start ignoring her again and up comes the interest. But if I pay any attention, her attention vanishes.
I was young and dumb and didn’t figure out what I should do so nothing ever happened.
Sick game is awesome though. It’s not faking disinterest. You really are disinterested because you’re so freaking ill.
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If I did have the opportunity to have sex with a porn star, I’d obviously take advantage of it, but it’s not something that I think is highly critical, and it’s highly unlikely that would ever happen.
Au contraire. I hear the going rate is about a thousand a scene, and if the money is there, who knows what hopeful may be cast in some supporting role? (First assistant hugger?)
I hope I didn’t ruin it for you.
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lurker:
Think Montreal (suave French/Italian style) or Toronto. Don’t know about Vancover.
I’ll let you know. I plan to be visiting Vancouver in the near future and I need to be dressed sharp. Will report back.
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Tupac, good luck, but NotMyPresident has fucked up the dollar so badly that its almost 1:1 now. It’s not prime suit buying time.
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I’ve known plenty of good-looking young guys who fail epically with women, and plenty of ugly guys who score plenty of women. Beyond a certain basic level of presentability, appearance does little for a guy.
True enough in the main, but appearance makes a huge difference for whether one receives approach signals from women (proximity changes, slight smiles, downward gazes, etc.)
Once you have those you’re already halfway there.
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To Roissy:
Are you familiar with the works of Julius Evola?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julius_Evola
http://www.juliusevola.com/site/american_civilization.txt
http://www.juliusevola.com/site/morality.txt
http://www.juliusevola.com/site/media.txt
[You might find these articles of interest to you.]
Julius Evola was a prominent Ultra-Right Sicilian Traditionalist Aristocrat circa World War II who wrote about the failings of modern society, the rampant degradation of western civilization, intimate matters between men and women, race and tantric sex.
In two of his most popular texts, “Ride the Tiger: A Survival Manual for the Aristocrats of the Soul” and “Men Among the Ruins: Post-War Reflections of a Radical Traditionalist”, he comes to the conclusion that the entirety of humanity has passed a threshold of any collective sanity and stable progress; The Aristocrat of the Soul, a man who is able to adapt to such circumstances and maintain an internal locus of control, should respond by engaging in a life of intense personal hedonism before everything turns to shit.
I feel many of his views somewhat parallel your own as well as a few well-circulated commenters here.
Like your writings, I enjoy reading Evola in part because he is able to style a perceived inflammatory remark in such a way that you feel the need to re-examine any offense you may take to it and WHY you may feel that way.
Evola espouses some fallacies, come from a esoteric background, but I suspect you may find a few kindred views in his more lucid works.
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Ruby –
Interesting character, to say the least.
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A number of factors indicate oil is going to go insane tomorrow. A lot of things are coming together.
If it doesn’t go insane tomorrow, at least by the end of the week. But I think tomorrow.
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*EVERYTHING IS OK*
*PONIES!!!*
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DaveinHackensack
Hell yeah it does.
The kind of sales where the skill of the salesman is important definitely involves game. It’s a somewhat different game in that what’s being sold is not ultimately the salesman, but the product. Still, selling definitely usually involves getting inside the customer’s head and in addition to qualifying the product as meeting his or her needs, getting the customer to want to qualify himself or herself to the salesperson.
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I think I read it here, but very good looks will get you more auditions but not necessarily more parts.
I have a buddy who has undeniable good looks (nearly every girl I’ve dated has commented on it, I’ve lost some because of it, etc) but his game is only so so after having a seven year relationship through the formative years of picking up girls leaves us on even ground. I’m fairly good looking, but wouldn’t ever ‘beat’ him to a girl so to speak if he was as sharp as he could be.
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I shouldn’t say ‘ever’ because girls taste to vary slightly, but he would get the pull of the majority.
Anyhow it’s nice to see when the OP is directly about game, the thread doesn’t spiral into 300 posts about race or the economics of Poland or some shit, rather it stays focused.
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*PONIES!!*
[Someone in marketing wanted ponies to appeal to men a little bit more, y’see]
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Sometimes a chick will just take a strong liking to you and all you have to do in order to escalate is not fuck it up.
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I’ve noticed that a guy with tight game can do no end of embarrassing things and still be able to attract a girl, even hack up a lung. If you’re doing it properly, the girl will feel more self-conscious about herself than be enlightened to your fallibilities.
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Hey Roissy, is your name from Story of O?
[editor: yes. note that it is not a reference to sadomasochistic torture. it is a reference to soul-consuming love.]
I’d add that the proper reference from literature would be the château of Roissy was the location where O received her early training in the service of a group of elite men which includes her lover René, prior to being handed over like much like a present, to a man described as a more dominant master so that she will learn to serve without question without it mattering whether it’s someone she does not love and who does not love her. It is commonly seen as the ultimate objectification of a woman, with even the principal character’s name interpreted to that end – orifice, object, essentially as “any hole” suffices. Where it states anything that indicates soul-consuming love as a independent concept, rather than one of the many assumptions left up to the reader to decide at the end as well as whether they believed Sir Stephen would really consent to O’s request to be granted death – not sure.
It’s easy to see a person is capable of developing feelings for someone they have only just met – especially when they’re in a situation that puts that same person at the highest level of power over their life and daily experiences. The premise of the book isn’t to describe forced acts without consent that would be considered sadomasochistic torture, which can raise questions for debate as to whether torture should be used to describe the events at all. There was a follow-up effort to continue telling the story of O, which chronicles a return to Roissy and her life once there. However, it is not known whether this second novel was written by the original author of the Story of O.
The above is quite unlike the Marquis de Sade’s “120 Days of Sodom”, which is truely about over-privileged men and their weakness for unrepentant and vulgar excesses that can only be considered hellish tortures for those people who are subjected to these men’s desires (which includes their own daughters, and a statement is made that they hadn’t started the un-natural acts of nastiness with these daughters only after bringing them to the castle in which the novel and its events were set and took place.) Though it’s important to note that the only survivor was one of the four daughters of the 4 main characters who had orchestrated the whole plan which would take 5 months from start to end, there was little plot outside of who and when and what that month of tortures was staged out from. The story of O may not be seen by the majority as a love story, it’s certainly more of one than anything Marquis de Sade wrote, though the two have been grouped in the same category.
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lurker:
“There’s an old saying in hockey that guys play better when they’re sick.”
Look no further than “the Flu Game” Game 5, Michael Jordan, 38 points
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1997_NBA_Finals
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your gonna lurv watching me take a shit
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That is a pretty astute observation. There’s truth to that.
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“Firepower
RaepCC regurgitated:
…I can attest to my personal enjoyment of hung over or drunk guys.
like to watch guys puke.I
your gonna lurv watching me take a shit”
only if you’re in horrible pain and bleeding excessively
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I think “sick game” would be a useful subfield for chronically ill or disabled men to develop, particularly those who find their endurance in normal social situations (10pm-2am @ the club) limited. I’ve had to become wholly feral as a result, and constructing relationships where you hold all the power and the woman comes to you when you desire, only for what you desire, does not strike me as a wholesome means to this end. It does not matter if the reason you two are not “active” for ordinary couple’s stuff is because your joints hurt in the sun, or if traveling is tiring for you because it must be done by bus, someone who doesn’t get her “relationship” needs met is going to feel like an exploited booty call. The key would be to attract hot women who WANT a booty call relationship, but there you run afoul of the body/masculinity expectations hot women have, which very few ill/disabled men naturally meet. Game, once again, the great liberator.
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meh, i can hack it
as a billionaire CIA fighterpilot, it’s all in a day’s work .
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Other types of game to try:
Insomnia Game (stay up all night and game the next day)
Hungry Game (don’t eat all day)
Pump Game (do a monster workout and immediately game)
Pain Game (drop a brick on your head)
Jerk Off Game (jerk off in the bathroom at the bar and then game — try it with and without cumming)
I’ve done the first two.
Changing your body chemistry changes your mental chemistry. When you’re sick you don’t give a fuck.
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LILGRL,
I used to have a boyfriend who didn’t believe in pre-marital sex until I corrupted him. I understood where he was coming from religiously, but I mostly empathized with his plight. He wanted to do it; he was just plagued with religious guilt and an excessively moral upbringing.
I think it’s a bit odd that the tradition persists in Western societies when marriage is occurring much, much later. It has to breed some hostility or aggression (redirected sexual energy). Also, it’s a principle of the thing: I can’t respect couples who are opposed to pre-marital sex, but will do everything else that lies outside vaginal intercourse.
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Of course it wasn’t that you were sick, it was that your entire persona was a big fat NEG to her and all women that night.
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