There’s a game skill for every situation. Benson explains how he navigated what could have been an awkward scene by assuming his prerogative as a man and LEADING his woman to a comfortable and relieved submission to his authority (and bats away her loaded shit test while he’s at it).
tl;dr: I avoided an awkward situation and had sex in a hot tub last night.
Last night I’m walking to the hot tub with a girl I’ve been seeing for a couple of weeks. As we get to the gate, I see two couples in the water. “Cool,” I say to myself, “I’ll introduce her to my neighbors, maybe offer them a beer.”
But we walk in and notice two things about them: they’re very young, probably still in high school, and they’re fooling around. So much for socializing.
We’re already there and I’m a little drunk besides; so there’s no way I’m walking back to my apartment, though my girl is visibly uncomfortable. I grab her by the hand and lead her into the hot tub, and we carry on drinking and hanging out like they’re not there.
Conveniently, one of their moms comes by a few minutes later and breaks up their party. Once they’re out of earshot my girl says, “Don’t get STDs, kids.”
Me: “They’re little sluts.”
Her: “Hey, we had sex on the first date. What does that mean about me?”
Me: “That you were overwhelmed by my sexiness.”
Her: And that you’re a slut.”
Me: It’s true, I’m a total manwhore.”
Then we banged. Later, as we walked back to my apartment, my girl grabs my hand and says, “Thanks for not letting me make that awkward.”
Also, this blog cures depression and everything that sucks about life.
Nicely done. The critical juncture in this snapshot of a love match in motion was the moment Benson faced down, and passed, his woman’s innocent-but-not-really query about what he thought of her decision to put out on the first date. The typical beta would’ve assured her he never meant she was a slut, or that she was easy, and let the record show he only has a high opinion of her faire maiden’s virtue.
Benson wisely chose another course of action, the Way of the Game-Savvy Alpha, and sidestepped her beta bait trap by ASSUMING THE SALE.
“that you were overwhelmed by my sexiness”
The woman’s departed confession — “thanks for not letting me make that awkward” — is a surprisingly candid self-assessment that, translated through the super-sassy CH-decoder instrument of salacity, really means “thanks for being a dominant force calming the chaos of my emotionally charred female id-scape”.
The beta bait… A&A!!! Her reframe… A&A!!! The stronger frame wins!!!and seriously, think about how fraught with peril this kind of ‘feelings” conversations is for the non game aware… “no baby you are not a slut… You’re special…. blah blah blah” – death. and think about how much her “sluttery” was preying on her mind, ex post facto – and how your good feelz beat bad feelz. Good feelz for the win!
Betas love the idea of “feelings” conversations because betas are romantic idealists at heart and have no understanding of the true nature of women. Betas tend to project what they themselves want to hear from women — a steady stream of sappy feelings and vows of love for the beta — onto women as something they believe women wish to hear from men, and so it is that betas fool themselves into sounding precipitously similar to women when all the women want is for the beta to act more like a cocksure, self-entitled, sexily aloof, charming, ZFG alpha man.