The AMOG, to freshen memories, is pickup shorthand meaning “alpha male other guy” or “alpha male of the group”. It usually refers to the man in a mixed group of friends (or just-met acquaintances) who gets a lot of attention from girls (and from sycophantic beta males). It has a negative connotation; the AMOG is often depicted as an entitled “douchebag” who interrupts the beta male’s masterly logical exegesis on the subtle evidence of his sexual worth with a joke at the beta’s expense. This, of course, makes the girls swoon for the AMOG and commence in-fighting for the pleasure of his douche-y company.
Knowledgeable and experienced men of the Game regard the AMOG as a potential courtship-killer, similar to the fat chick cockblock dragging her cute friend away just when things start to heat up between the two of you. Game tomes have thus delved deeply into tactics for defusing the AMOG threat, typically involving befriending and/or “choding”. Cf., “hey man the gay bar’s down the street. it’s not my scene but i don’t judge”.
In this post I’ll discuss an AMOG sub-species: the AMOG from afar. This is the conspicuously HSMV man who, even at a far distance, can preoccupy the minds of women, sometimes to the point where a girl will look at him lustfully WHILE she’s happily enjoying your rapport.
The AMOG from afar captures roomfuls of female interest, and can thus be quite a daunting obstacle to greenhorny aspiring womanizers who have yet to master control of their wavering self-perception. This AMOG may command women’s gazes on pure looks alone (very rare as a % of the number of times you go out to meet women) or he commands it on pure self-confidence and swaggering deftness leading social interactions. Sometimes he’s famous, sometimes he’s just a guy who happens to know everyone at a party (except you).
I’m sure there are numerous effective methods for neutralizing the focal-point AMOG stranger, so what I present here is just what has worked for me a few times. The traditional anti-AMOG tactics don’t really apply, because it’s hard to outwit a high value man when he’s killing your buzz by his mere uncomplicated presence.
A semi-famous dude showed up at an event I once attended. I was hamster pellets-deep in an attempted pickup of a sassy blonde when her eyes drifted and then locked onto the long-distance AMOG. Immediately recognizing the ego landmines that were now in view, and the chance that my flaxen muse might accidentally find herself sly-stepping into the AMOG’s visual identification zone, I pulled out the one card that’s never failed to redirect attentions back where they belong.
LUCIFER’S EXTENDED PHENOTYPE: *I glance over at the AMOG, squint, and rub my chin dramatically* Damn that guy is an unstoppable a force of nature. A real ladykiller. Good thing I can do this… *I jam out with my air guitar*…Air guitar champion, 2008 Regionals. You’re not going anywhere now.
Cheesy? Yup. Effective? Yup. She laughed. And the Gayme was on.