Disgust, more than fear, dampens women’s sexual arousal. As a devoted skirt chaser, it’s better to make a girl a little afraid of you than it is to disgust her.
(Any connection between wives’ growing disgust for their beta hubbies and their frequency of headaches is purely coincidental.)
This female hindbrain reality explains why women are so quick to label men they don’t like with terms that evoke disgust, (e.g., “creepy”, “strange”, “weird”), and why men, in turn, are so careful to avoid being labeled as such, and to feel the sting harder when they are the recipient.
But it is also true, as any man with extensive field experience will attest, that women tend to throw around the “creep” smear with scattershot profligacy, as a means of “dramatizing” an incipient seduction as often as a means of communicating outright rejection of their suitors. In other words, the “creepy” label is a semantic shit test, and like any female shit test, if successfully passed your attractiveness to the girl will markedly increase.
There are counter-semantic measures a man can take to power down the empowerment a girl feels when she drops the “creep” bomb.
GIRL: “Ew, you’re being soooo creepy/such a creep!”
“Please, you haven’t seen anything yet. Wait’ll I put on my clown make-up.”
Basically, light-heartedly call the girl out as a creep before she gets a chance to do it to you. It’s a great preemptive reframe of a courtship that constantly forces the girl back on her heels, in the defensive crouch (where tingles are born!)
“Oh, you’re one of *those* girls.”
“Do you eat with that mouth?”
Reverse Shit Test
Assume The Sale
“Look, this is my final offer. After this, I have to cut you loose.”
This might be the best option for newbies. Just change the topic and “reset” the convo as if she hadn’t said anything of note.
“It takes one to know one.”
“You got something caught in your teeth.”
“I bet you say that to all the boys.”
“There’s no accounting for taste.”
Bring Da Movies Game
As always, when engaged in the business of applied charisma, avoiding the pitfall of sounding defensive is paramount. This is not so hard as it seems, if you mentally groom yourself to be prepared for anything a girl might say in the course of a courtship. If you enter every pregnant-ly romantic interaction with a girl expecting to hear the unexpected from her, the crass from her, the bitchy from her, you likely never will be surprised by whatever she says, and this is the secret to building a personal defense against your own proclivity to butthurt defensiveness.
You needn’t be a cynic; you merely need to be accepting of the full behavioral spectrum of female privilege. You won’t always be able to predict what a girl will say to you, but you can predict how you’ll respond when she throws a monkey wrench into your laid-best plans: Unflustered, because you know this is how women are, how they have been for millennia, and how it is your job as a man to joyously pluck and eat the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and women. If you don’t pluck it, some other man will. Or, tragically, it will rot and fall to the ground, to be eaten by scavenging house cats.