Relationship Maintenance Game

There’s no question women need occasional reassurances from the men in their lives that they are

a. still attractive
b. still attractive compared to Jenna down the block
c. still attractive to that guy who lives with them

Reassuring women amounts to assuaging their fear that their looks are fading or that they can’t aesthetically compete with prettier women.

(Reassuring a man is mostly about complimenting his competence and leadership.)

Beta Reassurance Game is the largest hamster pellet you’ll feed to your LTR girls. A pet peeve of mine is when haters of any stripe caricature this blog as a dopey frat bro listicle of cringeworthy pickup lines. These haters are the finger-in-ears ignoramus equivalents of leftoids whose political insight starts and ends at HURRFLE DURRFLE ORANGE HITLER DRUMPPHPHHH.

The edgy pickup stuff that drives tradcons crazy — the negs, the DQs, the compliance tests, the teasing, the DHVs — is frontloaded in a courtship. This is the stuff that makes women curious about a man and willing to bed him. But as a relationship progresses and deepens (whether with a girlfriend or wife or mistress or Thai ladyboy), the kinder, gentler strategies come to the fore, helping to assuage a lover that she isn’t going to be tossed aside like yesterday’s trash.

This means occasionally, infrequently, reminding your girl of her beauty and feminine charms. There’s an effective way to do this without sounding like a slobbering supplicating soydicked betaphag.

A line I use to this end is,

“You’ll always be better looking than me, baby.”

A man should never stop angling for relationship hand, and that goes double for those times he has to show a little vulnerability and acquiescence to his woman’s needs. You want to be that sexy jerkboy she fell in love with instead of the uxorious male that most men morph into once cozily confined in a relationship.

My M.O. is that I never totally abandon my cad soul to take the easy peasy path of suckup sap. Any woman with me gets daily reminders, big and small, of my essential nature. The sack-saving subtext of that leetle bit of flattery I wrote above accomplishes my goal. One, it’s not a backhanded compliment (even if I were the ugliest man on earth, I’m still punching above my weight). Two, if we grow old together (chick crack tacit vow) I’ll never catch up to her looks so she will always own the lust in my heart. Three, it has juuust enough ambiguity to zap her with a drive-by tingle (“but HOW MUCH better looking?”, she thinks to herself).

Most importantly, the line isn’t more than superficially self-deprecating. All women know on an instinctive level that looks don’t matter as much to men’s romantic and relationship success, so a lover telling his girl that she’s better looking than himself isn’t self-incriminating nearly as much as suggested by the overt meaning of his compliment. In other words, the compliment is equal parts true, sexy, reassuring, and attitudinally alpha.

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The Great Men On Faking It Till You Make It

C. S. Lewis, Christian extraordinaire, knew a thing or two about Game. From his Mere Christianity,

Very often the only way to get a quality in reality is to start behaving as if you had it already. That is why children’s games are so important. They are always pretending to be grown-ups—playing soldiers, playing shop. But all the time, they are hardening their muscles and sharpening their wits so that the pretence of being grown-up helps them to grow up in earnest.

Now, the moment you realise ‘Here I am, dressing up as Christ,’ it is extremely likely that you will see at once some way in which at that very moment the pretence could be made less of a pretence and more of a reality. You will find several things going on in your mind which would not be going on there if you were really a son of God. Well, stop them. Or you may realise that, instead of saying your prayers, you ought to be downstairs writing a letter, or helping your wife to wash- up. Well, go and do it.

Great quote, and I left the second half in as delicious Matt King bait.

The Great Men of Christianity were well-acquainted with the mind-body-penis reinforcing feedback axis, and though Lewis likely would have disapproved of yer ‘umble host’s lifestyle, he would have spared a gentleman’s respect for our shared worldview and perspicacity, though he arrived to our point of confluence via the Light and I via the Dark.

The pretense of being a ladykiller alpha male will help you grow into a ladykiller alpha male in earnest.

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Game Game

Sometimes, a girl will call you out if you’re using well-known Game tactics that she may have read about second-hand in Cosmo. Or, she’ll call you out because your execution is sloppy and transparent. She might say, “Are you trying to run your player stuff on me?” if she’s not intimately familiar with Game concepts but suspects you’re using them on her.

An example provided by CalvinDecline,

Last night a girl told me some dude she was chatting with on a dating website was running weak game and trying to “neg her about her day”.

I wasn’t aware girls were that fluent in game terminology heh… was a solid reminder to keep my material fresh and tailor it to myself as best I can.

Now that I think about it… I’d wager most women spend way more time online than most men, so it shouldn’t surprise me if any have stumbled across it.

I’ve noticed that the only Game idea women know about is the Neg. For whatever reason, this relatively trivial Game ploy was the one that percolated through the Damestream Media, and now girls have their hackles up for any appearance of a neg. Women are so neg-defensive that they’ll label any pickup ruse that makes them suspicious of being a neg. This means you as a man should personalize your negs (avoid online favorites), learn to deploy them with more subtlety, or drop them altogether from your patter.

This trend of women calling out Game when men hit on them opens up new possibilities in…Game! (A smart, horny man is nothing if not resourceful.)  Captain Obvious gives it the name “Game Game” and humorously explains its application,

You can always run “Game Game” on them.

“This is me negging you.”

“This is me going radio silent on you.”

“This is me flirting with your best friend.”

“This is me getting you pregnant…”

Like Marlin Perkins narrating Mutual of Omaha’s “Wild Kingdom”

I laughed. She’ll laugh. We’ll all laugh straight to the orgy chambers.

FYI, CO’s Game Game has been discussed here at the Chateau, under a different name: Self-Acknowledgement Game.

Self-Acknowledgement Game — the art of verbalizing the technique and timeline of your seduction to a woman as it’s happening — has a storied pedigree here at the Chateau. A skilled practitioner can perform miracles with Self-Acknowledgement Game, because it’s at once flirty, edgy, jerkish, charming, and all while maintaining just enough running narrative emotional distance to avoid triggering a girl’s anti-slut defense or bitch shield.

Commenter Thoroughbred writes,

In the category of taking social risks, I’ve been using an opener for awhile now that works like dynamite because it’s so straightforward: “Hi… Wanna flirt and talk about sex?” At a minimum it gets a laugh just about every time, and most of the time it gets an enthusiastic “Sure!”.

The reason “Hi. Wanna flirt and talk about sex?” is so potent an opener is not because it’s direct, but rather because, despite the apparent directness of the message, it’s obviously humorous and therefore ambiguous in intent.

Other names for this type of Game are “Running Narrative Game” and, in old school PUA/NLP parlance, “future pacing” or future projection. More specific applications include the “Time Bridge” and “Time Distortion”.

In the semen-al 2009 CH post, “Telling a girl how you will seduce her“, the basics of Game Game were illustrated with a real life pickup attempt.

A while back on this blog Chuck left a comment suggesting a new type of game routine to run on women.

“Chuck” is Chuck Ross, a once-regular Chateau guest who, through a winding path leading from the comments here to his own blogs and eventually to the offline world, now works as a star reporter for the Daily Caller, America’s most foremost online journalism paper of record. (Not kidding. Daily Caller is co-owned by Tucker Carlson and is imo the best realtalk news site out there. Better than Breitbart.) I’m proud of him, feeling like an e-lucifer who sent his shitlord demons to the normie plane to wreak havoc on the pharisaical establishment.

It involved telling a woman exactly how you plan to seduce her, in step-by-step detail. I thought this idea was nifty so I tried it for myself. The following conversation is not verbatim (who can remember their conversations in minute detail?) but it’s close enough to the spirit of the interaction.

[…]

ME: Hair twirling is a sign of romantic interest.

GIRL: Or maybe it’s just a habit.

ME: Maybe, but not likely. After the kiss, if I’m feeling it, I would invite you back to my place to admire my photographs.

GIRL: And if I declined to go?

ME: I would take your phone number instead.

GIRL: And I would give it?

ME: You would give it.

GIRL: And you wouldn’t call.

ME: Who knows? But you would relish the anticipation.

You can read the rest at the link provided.

Game Game, Self-Acknowledgement Game, Running Narrative Game….whatever you call it, it’s essentially a form of the more fundamental Game concept “self-disqualification”, and its effectiveness comes from not just the humor but the relaxation it induces in women’s bitch shields. Game Game simultaneously heightens and relieves sexual tension — heightens it because the verbalization of sexy ideas will imprint in the girl’s thoughts; relieves it because it removes the possibility of social awkwardness from the interaction.

There’s a spin-off of Game Game that involves narrating the woman’s contributions to her seduction. I’ll call it “Pussy Pacing Game”. bigjohn33 explains,

I’ve gotten into the habit of just calling my wife’s shit tests out as shit tests. It works pretty well. I’ll even give her a chance sometimes to agree and amplify to her own shit tests.

Her: You didn’t call to let me know you were going to be late.

Me: Is this a fucking shit test? Yes I didn’t call you because I was fucking another woman.

Her: Yeah. You should have said a younger hotter tighter woman.

Then we bang later. Women being game aware doesn’t hurt anything. It’s kind of fun, actually.

Agreed. I’ve narrated my pickups on numerous occasions, broadcasting my own moves as well as her reactions. Once, over drinks at a rooftop bar, I threw skepticism to the wind and hit on a girl by announcing at what times of the night she was gonna start falling for me, when she would move closer, when she would pretend to be coy, when I would reach in like I was going for a kiss but then at the last second reach around her to grab a napkin, etc….she lapped it up like a dehydrated kitty at a milk bowl. (That last part I also foretold, which intensified the lapping.)

williamk adds,

Some game terminology is actually fairly intuitive.

I’ve said “stop shit-testing me” to girls when I can’t think of something witty. They take it in stride and just laugh. They know what they’re doing.

Never be afraid to call out a woman on her bullshit. This is Jerkboy 101 advice. Run out of bantz? Flip the script. Put the “moral” onus on her for stalling the convo. Girls love men who are aware of the girls’ manipulations. It indicates a learned facility with women, which is preselection.

Captain Obvious, with more Game Game routines,

Hold out your hand, and pretend like you’re holding a remote control, and your thumb is mashing up and down on what would be the “Fast Forward” button, and you say, “Let’s just fast forward through the shit-testing and get to the baby-making.”

[Be sure you’re pointing the imaginary Remote Control at her mouth when you say it.]

If a girl doesn’t laugh and shine after hearing that, she’s hardly worth the bother. (Note: fatties and uggs will be least likely to laugh, so no loss to you.)

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Hackett to Bits is rightly unconcerned about women achieving Game-sentience,

‘Women being game aware doesn’t hurt anything….’

On the contrary, they love it. Recent jerky remark to a plate:

“You’re alright…I don’t care what [her female friend X] says about you”.

“Lol! Hey, are you negging me?”

We had discussed the Neg before, but she couldn’t care less about understanding it; she only cared about feeling it.

Women’s feelings are paramount and supplant all other cognitive processes, such as logic, morality, self-awareness, and even self-preservation. If she feels good, it’s all good. Game on, soldier of pink poon.

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1950s Patriarchy Game

This kind of whimsical role playing is tingle dynamite! From marc,

I took my girl (23 year difference) to a nice but casual Italian restaurant in the heart of left-wing university town. I told her we were in the 1950’s and she was not allowed to talk to the waiter. I would order for her and answer any questions put to her. We had a blast! Waiter had no idea what to do with us.

A soyboy would never do this because a soyboy is cowardly. And that is why a soyboy fails.

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Keep Whimsy Alive

I was holding glans with a girl as we sidewalked past a precious vintage wig boutique. Instinctively, and perhaps subconsciously motivated by a suddenly retrieved pleasant memory of this girl, I steered my accomplice into the wig shop and bought a pair of cheapo matching wigs (styled after REDACTED), on the condition that we both would have to wear the wigs for the rest of the day (and night) without giving our game away to anyone who asked us about our wigly appearance.

The idea was that we’d play it straight, as if the wigs were our naturally matching hair textures and colors, sincerely questioning the confusion of those who’d wonder about the sight of us, and in the suppressed comedy of our little two-character play a rush of sexual frisson would lube our bonding time.

I know this nurtured playfulness sounds like an awful chore to a lot of men, but a couple facts you should keep with you: one, what would be a bore to do alone is a lot of fun with a partner in crime and two, when you see that doggy dinner bowl look that a girl gives you as you sweep her into your flight of fancy you’ll learn to love the power of your whimsy over women.

Chicks dig playful men, of all ages. Maybe it’s because there aren’t many playful men, so the few who do exist are noticed by women. I think instead it’s that women are the playful sex, and they feel a stronger connection to men who can not just match their playfulness but surprise them with their own. Evolutionarily, there is likely a sexual selection effect in women for whimsical men because whimsy reveals a creative mind, and male creativity is a secondary sex characteristic no less alluring to women than strong pecs and a square jaw.

Older men reading here should try hard to be more whimsical. You can be playful with masculine verve too; whimsy is not only the domain of effete artist types. Unfortunately for the mediocre masses of beta males, whimsy and energy are the two traits that rapidly and mercilessly decline with age, until a man’s personality and passion are a shrunken relic of his former pussy-parting glory. But for those men who can keep their energy level up and their whimsy performance-tuned, they will find that younger women will barely blink an eye at the thought of dating them.

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Your Daily Game: Thot Training

When your girl tries to make you jealous, you have four options, in ascending order of personal benefit and relationship management effectiveness:

1. act butthurt
2. promptly try to make her jealous
3. tease her*
4. ignore her

Act butthurt, defensive, or otherwise emotionally pained, and you can count in hours the time to her dumping you.

Immediately attempting your own jealousy incitement ploy risks seeming ham-fisted and try-hard. She will see through a blatant table-turning maneuver. It’s better to spin your jealousy plotlines when they aren’t kneejerk prompted by her own jealousy provocations. However, a prompt response that may include flirting with another woman is better than an emotional outburst that will tell your girl she has “won” this battle and has you wrapped around her finger.

*I added this choice after commenter Jakius reminded me of it. Of course, teasing is a great response — “hey you may want to try licking your lips next time, your flirting is really bad, needs work” — and it was an oversight on my part to leave it off (in fact, teasing and ignoring are my go-to options whenever a girl tries to make me jealous).

Ignoring her is imo the best response. (I find teasing can be misconstrued by your girl as evidence that she unsettled you, especially if you have trouble teasing with the required amused mastery while in the fog of actual jealousy.) She will seethe with impotence. Acting like you don’t even notice her attempts to stoke your jealousy is a nuclear nonverbal neg. It’ll cause her ploy to completely rebound against her, and she’ll start pressing you for your attention.

You could NEXT her, but that’s a trigger happy response associated with hotheads. Every girl has her moments when she wants to incite an angry possessive passion from her lover. The NEXT option should be saved for chronic manipulators.

Ignoring her is a short term solution for those infrequent moments when your girl lapses into insecurity or entitlement. But a chronic offender needs a stronger corrective. Chronic abusers of the jealousy tactic will need eventual punishment (either leaving her or lowering the boom on her). The boom-lowering option can be accomplished by, in stern but controlled language and in clear terms, telling her to cut the shit or you’ll take your leave. The other boom-lowering corrective is basically Dread Game: a slow burn type of searing instructional that adjusts her behavior incrementally, slowly, but profoundly for the better.

For instance, say your girl tries to make you jealous. The Dread Game option would involve you openly flirting with another girl in view of your gf. If she doesn’t cut it off with the dude she’s flirting with and come shimmying back wondering what you’re up to, get ready to end it with her. (9 out of 10 times, she’ll crack first under the pressure of dueling jealousy plotlines as long as your frame is solid, thick, tight.)

It’s good to instill in your woman the knowledge that you have options and won’t hesitate to use them if she disappoints you, and this can be accomplished many ways but most permanently and effectively through your attitude which should subcommunicate at all times that you aren’t a domesticated eunuch.

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Captain Obvious, with the Comment of the Week:

Either pwn thyself, or prepare to be pwned by someone else.

Nice. This spiffy aphorism is the central thesis of relationship management, and really, of all human interaction.

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How To Control A Slut: The Slut Whisperer

Sluts are wild women. The wildest, which is impressive considering the basal state of women is sexual wildness when released from cultural supervision. Many an unwitting beta male has thirstily stumbled into a slut’s Venus Thigh-Trap and been liquefied, financially and emotionally, by her muff-shaped machinations. But sluts can be controlled, and their sexual recklessness harnessed for the beta’s exclusive pleasure, no psychological costs or commitment strings attached.

williamk writes that a slut uses her sex like a shackle, binding her quarry into a one-sided relationship that robs him of his dignity and prepares the way for his cuckolding:

Sluts control weak guys with sex.

It’s likely every once in a while he imagines her past and feels disdain rise in his viscera, but then she drains his nuts and dissipates his drive.

He’ll never leave her or cheat because she knows just how much to sate him to own him.

Beta male thirst is more than a tingle-killer; it’s a poisoner of long-term relationships. If you give in to an LTR with a slut solely to prevent your nuts from backing up with unspent sperm, you’ll regret all the times in between nutting that you have to spend with her, and that’s a lot of time, unless you can nut non-stop without turning into a bleached desert skeleton.

A slut who has your cock on a leash will NEVER give you all the sex you want; she will give you THE BARE MINIMUM of sex to get what she wants, which is usually a combination of your money, energy, abject supplication, unreciprocated fidelity, and willingness to excuse any and all bad behavior she wishes to dish out (which sluts will dish out frequently and gleefully).

The experienced man with options knows how to control sluts for the reasons above: his interests as a man will often diverge from the interests of the sluts he bangs for fun. He has no thirst, so sluts can’t play the ol’ dame game of throwing their sex at him in the beginning and then slowly but incrementally drawing their sex away in hopes of reorienting the relationship to one in which the slut has all the hand.

The Slut Whisperer also never commits long-term to a slut unless he is absolutely sure of his ability to control the slut’s sexual manipulations and impulsivity. The number one reason to avoid commitments to sluts that last longer than a three-month fling is because they’re high risks for cheating, divorce, and cucking. As a man, you’d want such a tight grip on your slut’s heartlight that she wouldn’t dare indulge her natural inclinations….and that’s a tall order to suppress what is likely a genetically imprinted predilection.

So, the two most potent slut controlling psy ops a man has at his disposal are:

• dating options, or the ability to collect dating options
• his love

Having options, or the confidence that comes from an ability to collect options on short notice, reduces a man’s sexual thirst, thereby reducing his susceptibility to a slut’s exploitation of men’s higher sex drive.

A tried-and-true technique for projecting a powerful perception of your ability to score new poon post-haste is Dread Game. And nobody falls for Dread Game as thoroughly and predictably as the slut, who senses in it (and for that reason cannot defy it) the mirror manipulation of her Sex Apportioning Game. Driving a slut to heights of jealousy will put the brakes on her sexual power games because she will lose the focus to stick to her Gine Directive.

Dread Game is essentially Love Apportioning Game, and as a slut will open and close her vagina to the rhythm of her desires met and unmet, so will an experienced man open and close his heart to the rhythm of his desire met or unmet for a woman who will behave herself to his liking.

In sum,

SEXUAL CHOICE

CONDITIONAL LOVE

are the ingredients to bring a slut to heel.

In woman-conditioning language, I call this

INTERMITTENT REWARD, CONSISTENT PUNISHMENT, OCCASIONAL MERCY

and now you have tamed the slut.

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