I feel like you know everything about me, but I know nothing about you.
you’re on the right track. She is interested in you enough to want a two-way information stream. She’s begging for a connection. A girl has not escalated to Code Tingling Pussy interest level until she starts asking you questions about yourself.
(The Code Interest levels are:
Code Snapped Shut Pussy
Code Desiccated Pussy
Code Semi-arid Pussy
Code Mexican Border Virtual Fence Pussy
Code Tingling Pussy
Code Electrified Pussy
Code Moist Pussy
Code Open Faucet Pussy
Code Deluge Pussy
Code Explosive Hydropower Pussy)
When you hear the above line from a girl on a first date, know that you’ve done the following things right:
remained an elusive mystery
did not give away the store to try to win her approval
have intrigued her just enough to cause her subconscious to spit forth her true feelings
have made her feel comfortable revealing herself to you
Once you hear this from your date, do not clamp down on the “beta bait” and start reeling off factoids about yourself in an effort to appease the gods watching over her pussy. The best thing to say in response is something along the lines of:
Totally untrue. [raise an eyebrow and smile] I told you that I’m a dog person.
She’ll get the joke, and her Code Electrified Pussy will thank you for not failing her shit test.
Eventually, you will have to tell her about yourself in order to manufacture build a genuine rapport. Even the coolest laconic cats leaned back deep into the couch find the right time to mutter a few choice teasers about themselves. If your girl is saying she doesn’t know anything about you on the second date, you’ve pushed your tight-lipped act too far. Mystery can turn to slippery evasion can morph to suspicious secrecy and finally gel into dull lump with nothing to say in her mind within the span of an hour.
Like all good seductions, what you don’t say is as important as what you say, and impeccable timing is the intangible skill that separates the professional from the amateur.
In the last installment, I analyzed the game Rhett runs on Scarlett. This time it’s the game Paul Newman, in the character of Hud, uses to seduce Alma (Patricia Neal).
This scene is between Hud and Alma, his family’s housekeeper, and it’s the first time in the movie Hud makes a pass at her. Hud is a classic badboy in this movie, and Alma does a good job resisting his devilish charms. My comments are in bold.
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HUD: Got a cigarette?
[alpha body language straight from the get-go. slow, heavy steps on the approach. both his arms up and hands leaning against the door frame. forceful tone of voice. this is the entrance of an alpha. a woman will know she’s not about to suffer the entreaties of a beta.]
ALMA: Yeah.
HUD: I wish you wouldn’t keep me hanging around on the front porch make me feel like I’m selling something.
[first qualification. with a dash of playful humor, he lets her know he’s unimpressed with her rudeness for not promptly inviting him into the room. really, any excuse will do to qualify a woman.]
ALMA: All right, come on in. They’re a little squashed.
HUD: It’s all right. They’ll do. I see you got things fixed up some.
[betas are overly attentive. alphas are distracted. hud glances around the room as he grabs the cigarettes from her.]
ALMA: I try.
HUD: Looks pretty good, except your sweet potato plant over here has got the blight.
[compliment, followed immediately by mild criticism. remember that formula.]
ALMA: I can’t seem to get one started.
HUD: They need a lot of tender loving care, honey, same as the rest of us.
[an alpha gets the conversation rolling in a sexual/sensual manner sooner rather than later.]
ALMA: I’ll keep it in mind. Could I have a match?
[notice he doesn’t rush to fulfill her request. she walks to him to get the match, and he almost flings it into her hand. DHV.]
HUD: Well, what have we got here? “Jiffy Portable Hairdryer.” “Triple screen.” Automatic toaster. So what’ve you been doin’, a little rustlin’ down at the five and dime?
[NEG #1. making fun of her stuff.]
ALMA: I go in for those prize contests. “How Shinette Shampoo changed my life,” in twenty words or less. They give free two week trips to Europe. But I end up with the fountain pens and the binoculars.
HUD: Won me a turkey raffle once, but it was fixed. I got to be pretty friendly with one of them gals picking the numbers.
[if you can’t physically demonstrate social proof and preselection by women, the next best thing is to offhandedly hint at it in conversation. the way to do this is to ground your verbalized social proof with a backstory so it sounds natural and unforced.]
ALMA: It figures.
HUD: How much you take the boys for tonight?
[notice the change of voice tone. hud lowered the volume and pitch of his voice while he’s distractedly (and seductively) fondling a flower. women are not the only ones who can flirt with the use of props. also: CONTRAST IS KING. playing with a flower is femme, but hud is dripping with so much masculinity that the flower intensifies his allure.]
ALMA: Twenty dollars and some change.
HUD: You’re a dangerous woman to have around.
ALMA: I’m a good poker player.
HUD: You’re a good housekeeper. You’re a good cook. You’re a good laundress. What else you good at?
[when alma says she’s a good poker player, the typical beta, because he is bereft of interesting things to say or the confidence with which to lead a conversation in new directions, would have jumped at the “beta bait” and attempted to capitalize on her measly offering by asking her about her poker skills. an alpha, otoh, uses what a woman says as a springboard to talk about whatever the fuck he feels like talking about. it’s the art of riffing. here, hud challenges her. the challenge is part of the stage of attraction known as “male to female” interest. instead of proving himself to her, he’s coaxing her to prove herself to him. and all with a sly smile.]
ALMA: At taking care of myself.
[nice IOD. this chick is not going to be steamrolled.]
HUD: Shouldn’t have to, a woman looks like you do.
[if you’re going to compliment a woman’s looks, this is a good way to do it — in context. and he’s got his lips on that flower like it’s a labia.]
ALMA: That’s what my ex-husband used to tell me, before he took my wallet, my gasoline credit card and left me stranded in a downtown motel in Albuquerque New Mexico.
HUD: What you do to make him take to the hills? You wear your curlers to bed or something?
[NEG #2. this could come across harsh, which is why it helps to say it with a shit eating grin, as hud does here.]
ALMA: Ed’s a gambler. He’s probably up at Vegas or Reno right now, dealing at night, losing it all back in the daytime.
HUD: A man like that sounds no better than a heel.
[ex-husband destroyer.]
ALMA: Aren’t you all?
[she plays the game well.]
HUD: Honey, don’t go shooting all the dogs ’cause one of ’em’s got fleas.
[nice. hud nips her pity ploy in the bud by turning it around on her with a mild rebuke. a beta would have vigorously agreed with her and given her a david alexander-style soft hug and a shoulder to cry on. btw, “honey” is a great way to address a woman when the moment is right. it’s a subtle dominance maneuver that chicks eat up.]
ALMA: I was married to Ed for six years. Only thing he was ever good for was to scratch my back where I couldn’t reach it.
[pause. hud looks her up and down. doesn’t matter if she notices or not. an alpha does these little behavioral things for himself as much as for the woman.]
HUD: You still got that itch?
ALMA: Off and on.
[hud: grin, draw on cig, flower sniff, grin more. nothing is rushed in alphaland.]
HUD: Well, let me know when it gets to bothering you.
[pause. pause. pause. tension. tension. unbroken eye contact. tension building up to the edge of discomfort. unwavering smile half-hidden provocatively by flower AKA labia petals, then… BOOM… hud lowers his smile and flower instantly and — this is important — EXITS FIRST. no lingering for a response. no needy anticipation for her reaction. no goodbye. just gets up off the bed and leaves her to be washed away in the cascading torrent of her lube deluge. that was the money shot. the killer move that greases the skids for a future seduction.]
I’m coming to the conclusion that the best opener is a neg straight out of the gate. In order to set the right tone as soon as you begin talking to a girl, you want to establish alpha cred immediately before any of her beta-sniffing circuits have had a chance to subconsciously dress you down. The quickest way to sear alpha grill lines in a woman’s heart is through the neg. 8s and above require a neg no matter what, 6s and 7s may require them depending on your relative attractiveness to your target, and 5s and below should not need them unless you are so hideous it’s all you can do to prevent her from dismissing you outright.
Here are four neg openers I regularly use, in descending order of proto-assholery.
1. “Bad hair” opener
This is an original.
ME: [looking disapprovingly at her head] Doing your hair like that is only going to attract the wrong kind of guy.
GIRL: [if she’s cool and witty] Are you saying you’re the wrong kind of guy?
ME: Since I noticed that hairstyle, I must be.
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ME: Doing your hair like that is only going to attract the wrong kind of guy.
GIRL: [if she’s not cool or witty] What’s that supposed to mean?
ME: You hair covers half your face, like you’re trying to hide something. The wrong kind of guys love that. [turn my back]
2. “You suck” opener
Unless the environment is chock full of interesting goings-on that I can use as situational openers, I borrow openers from PUA material I read on the net or have heard from friends. The “You suck” opener is one of those.
ME: [walking up to girls after hanging back for a while] Do you know why you guys suck?
GIRLS: [usually looking shocked] Excuse me!?
ME: [smiling] Because you’ve been checking me out for ten minutes and you didn’t come over to say Hi. Bad manners. And a little creepy.
3. “If you wanted to meet me” opener
Another PUA classic.
ME: [after girl bumps into me] Whoa, if you wanted to meet me, you could just say Hi.
4. “Hi” opener
ME: Hi
GIRL: Hi
OK, this isn’t a neg. But I use it all the time as a fallback. Looking back over the years on my many cold approaches, the more asshole-y my opener, the likelier I was to get the girl into bed. There’s just no getting around it — bold, even offensive, openers work best for cold approaches in competitive mating environments. (Day Game needs a subtler touch.) While “Hi” is a safe, all-purpose opener, it’s not high impact like the others; you’ve got to climb uphill from “Hi” to prove to the girl you aren’t like every other boring guy. With an edgy asshole opener, you’ve proven it from the first words out of your mouth. After an asshole cluster bomb rattles her beaver bunker, she’ll be much more receptive to your game.
I found this Brad P opener on the net:
The Weird Horse Girl opener
YOU: “Hey do you like horses?”
GIRL: ”HUH? ummm yea i guess.”
YOU: “Hmm, I thought so. OK check this out, when I was in the 6th grade, there was this girl who loved horses. She used to run around the playground for an hour straight at lunchtime. She’d be galloping and making horse noises. We used to call her the weird horse girl.”
GIRL: “Yeah, so?”
YOU: “well…you look JUST LIKE HER!”
Then if she responds well you continue by saying you’re sorry about what you did back then, because you used to make fun of her but now you are older and more mature and feel bad about it, etc. etc.
I like it. What a mindfuck of a neg! Although this isn’t exactly my style (a bit too wordy for an opener), I’m going to give it a trial run. Many girls really do appreciate creativity, as long as it doesn’t sound like you’re trying too hard to impress her. Keep the obscure literary references to yourself, professor.
If I can get a girl into bed starting with just “Hi” then I know she’s a potential quality girl. I mentally bump her up into my Tier 1 girls. It says good things about a girl if she has enough control over her feral instincts that being a dick isn’t needed to capture her interest.
When I need to get in the right frame of mind for opening girls, I recall this scene from Bad Santa:
Billy Bob Thornton is sitting at a bar wearing his Santa outfit and drowning his misery.
Hot Chick Bartender: So Santa, do you have a real name?
Billy Bob: Yes.
He never tells her his name. All the right attitude conveyed in one word and one unspoken word.
For culturally paradigmatic reasons that escape my ken at the moment, speaking on the phone with a girl is going the way of the dodo. A crucial tipping point has been reached — over 50% of my contact with girls on the cell is through text instead of voice. Even when I call and leave a voicemail, she will reply via text. If you are in the market for a new carrier and rate plan, the number of bundled texts is more important than the amount of free minutes.
Texting has become an integral tool of game, so you’ve got to know how to use it to maximize your personal advantage. One of those ways is by trial texting. This is where I will send a short, casual text to a girl, making some funny, irrelevant observation about something, to test her for her level of interest in me. If you’re like me and you collect a lot of numbers, it’s in your interest to streamline operations. You don’t want to waste time and money going on first or second dates with girls who are dragging their feet because they are unsure about you. It helps to have a system whereby you can screen out the lukewarm chicks in favor of the highly attracted girls who are ready to rock down to rawdogging avenue. Trial texting is much more efficient than face-to-face dating for avoiding indecisive girls who want to dally around while they mull over your worthiness in their heads.
When you trial text a girl you will send her a feeler text either later that same night you met her, or you will send it the afternoon of the day after you went on your first date with her. Trial texting becomes pointless after the second date, because by that time your hand should be down her pants diddling her twat.
Here is an example of a trial text I have sent:
I just finished building the world’s smallest snowman.
You can use this example as a guide. Keep it short and insubstantial. You’re not asking her questions or offering a time to meet up. The relevance of your text is immaterial. I’ve found that I will get one of three reactions to a trial text.
She will not reply. Don’t bother setting up a date. Her interest level isn’t strong enough. You’ve just saved an hour of your time and $20 for drinks.
She will reply a few hours later, or the next day. She’s on the fence and probably dating other guys. Use your discretion to decide whether to give her the chance to enjoy the pleasure of your real live company on a date. If you’re juggling a lot of girls and getting laid already, you may want to skip these wafflers.
She will reply within ten minutes. She’s into you. Take her on a date and bring a condom.
Naturally, girls will balk at this devious system because it deprives them of the dates they need to accurately assess the men they meet. But we don’t care about their goals. Men’s and women’s goals are incompatible. This is war and our job is to win, not fight to a draw or serve as pussy fodder.
Some common counterarguments to trial texting:
She’ll know what you’re up to.
Doesn’t matter. Girls don’t normally practice inductive reasoning. She knows what you’re up to when you’re running game, but she still likes it.
It’s cheesy.
If you really think about it, inserting your penis into her vagina is sort of cheesy. But both of you still want to do it.
She’ll think you’re beta for not having the balls to pick up the phone and call.
This is one of those claims that women *think* they should believe, but in reality don’t. I hear this assertion a lot from women on blogs and yet in the real world I rarely observe girls thinking this way. In theory, sending a feeler text is more beta than calling with a firm reason and an intention to set up a date, but in practice it works. Girls who are into you won’t wonder if your trial text is beta, and girls who aren’t into you are ambivalent for reasons that have nothing to do with your trial text.
You’ll find that girls who replied to your trial texts right away are much more enjoyable, and pliable, on dates. I have had no trouble getting these girls into bed by the third date. Girls who delayed replying to my trial texts were a more difficult ho to hoe.
Trial texting is an efficient and effective method for screening out girls who aren’t emotionally and physically anticipating the feel of your member hitting their walls and working the middle.
Even though I’ve beaten the odds and had success with online game the few times I’ve ventured onto the internet to score pussy, I don’t recommend it. For most guys, the odds are too long, and the playing field too tilted in favor of women, mostly fat BBBWs. Examining the dynamics with cold logic will lead to the conclusion that online dating is futile.
The one big advantage of online dating is convenience. You can mass approach a hundred women while sitting in your underwear in your squalid apartment. Perfect for the lazy man who can’t be bothered to make himself presentable for the bar. If you want to spend a few minutes each week trying online game, you’ll need a strategy. Approaching girls online is not much different than approaching them in the flesh. The game remains the same. Following is an example of successful online game I have used. Don’t copy/paste this into your next email. This is a template only, and will give you an idea of the flow and attitude you need to project in your emails.
Note: I only answer W4Ms that have pics included. I know a guy who posts a profile in M4W and has some success with it, but I find that method too haphazard. I can’t imagine sifting through 100 responses from moocows to get to the one or two gems in the bunch.
Her original email paraphrased:
I’m looking for a [insert suite of alpha traits]. You must be [insert more alpha traits]. I’d like to go out this weekend with a man who knows what he wants in life. Suggest a restaurant or a movie and let’s get together. Pic a must.
[soft focus pic of a cute chick]
My response (with pic):
Subject line:
It’s interesting that your…
I’ve captured her attention with a leading subject header.
photo looks like a perfume ad from a magazine.
Neg. She can’t tell if this is a compliment or a put-down. That is the beauty of the neg.
movies are for couples who don’t mind not talking with each other for two hours. restaurants are anhedonic. all that food gets in the way of the romantic vibe.
Reframe. I’m not letting her lead the interaction, and I’m challenging her demands. Also, I threw in one five dollar word — anhedonic — to establish intellectual dominance. This is sexy to girls in measured doses. Just don’t go overboard and nerd out like you’re an epileptic thesaurus. Rule of thumb is one impressive word embedded in a casual streetwise conversation. Contrast is king.
now a chill lounge draped in crimson curtains and the soothing sounds of jazz over martinis… that hits the mark.
You must balance the negative with the positive. After snubbing her lame suggestions, I offered a more enticing alternative. This is where you will limber up your brain and write descriptively, lushly. You want her picturing the scene in her mind, and feeling the ambience.
We will meet at XXXX tomorrow night, 10pm.
Lead, pig!
She responded to this within a half hour, agreeing with my choice of venue. She also included her height and weight (5’7″, 108 lbs. Perfect.) but not a second photo. A 30 minute turnaround response rate is excellent for online game. Most girls will reply two days later, if they’re so inclined. In her next email, she asked for my “basic stats”. I gave her a brief physical description, followed by silliness.
occupation: international man of mystery
favorite color: green
ideal woman: golddigger
We set a time to meet, but I flaked. I had another date that night with a girl whose looks I was confident about, since I met her in real life. Options = freedom. Also, I’ve found that it’s a fat red flag when a girl doesn’t follow-up her initial photo with another photo of herself. This usually means that out of all the thousands of pictures taken of her, she only has one that shows her in a good light. Unfortunately, on a face-to-face date, you will be seeing her from multiple angles.
Maxim #55: If she’s hot, why would she bother with online dating?
In my post on how to head fake girls with beta provider game, I left a teaser that I had stumbled upon a nearly foolproof text for reversing a “no response” flake. This is the kind of flake where the girl gives you her number but then doesn’t reply when you call or text her to set up a date. (Note: For “last minute cancellation” flake reversal tactics, see this post. Particularly, el chief’s suggestion.)
Here is the text I used to reopen communication lines with three girls who had flaked on me with radio silence:
whats up flaky mcflakester
Elegant in its simplicity and lack of punctuation, and effective. I sent this text during the afternoon, three days after I left them the initial voicemail. All three girls responded within ten minutes to my text, and their responses were eerily identical:
I’m not a flake! I was busy doing [insert lame excuse]. Give me a call.
The haters out there will conclude that the three girls were sluts with low self esteem, manufactured at the same “girls who fall for players” factory, and that’s why the text worked. Nothing could be further from the truth. These girls were as different from each other as night and day, in occupation, temperament, race, looks, and country of origin.
called her out on her flakiness without anger or bitterness
used the idiotic “mc….ster” form of wordplay which is popular with girls these days
I hesitated writing this post because the odds are now increased that the next time a girl I am gaming receives a “whats up flaky mcflakester” text from me, she will have heard it before from one of my readers. This is the price all revolutionaries must pay for their magnanimity.
Tomorrow: An example of successful online game I have used.
There are some concepts of Game that still take me aback when I use them in the field and their awesome power is demonstrated. Asshole game is one. Negs are another. And to this day I’m surprised how admitting a vulnerability about myself (true or not), in the right context, can instantly strengthen an emotional connection with a girl.
Her: I was hiking in the Amazon and this parrot flew right up to me and tried to eat an apple I was holding in my hand!
Me: Wow, that’s cool. I think I would have ducked for cover.
Her: Why?
Me: Ahh, this is embarrassing to admit [pause… look down… look up… half-smile], but I have a weird fear of parrots ever since one tried to bite my ear off at the zoo when I was six years old.
Her: Awww! Really? That’s so cute!
A few points regarding Soft Underbelly Game:
Don’t reveal more than one vulnerability about yourself. You may be tempted to do this when you see the positive reaction you get as your date’s eyes light up, but the persuasive confessional power of Soft Underbelly Game is quickly lost with repeated use. “Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention I’m afraid of toy dogs and old ladies, too!” “Um, OK, that’s… strange. Listen, I’ve gotta go. [whispering to herself] beta.”
Don’t ham it up. Act like you’re ashamed to admit your weakness, don’t wallow in it like it’s a badge of honor. If she starts asking you questions about it, gently dismiss her probing. “You know, I’m not keen on reminding myself how parrots make me their bitch.”
Don’t run vulnerability game when you first meet a girl. Trying to capture a girl’s interest by sheepishly owning up to a secret fear is known as forced rapport. Emotional connection is effective only after sexy dominance has been established. This is one reason why rock stars can get away with crooning love songs like emo betas without suffering a hit to their sexual market value.
If you don’t have a vulnerability, make one up. As a perfect specimen of Sith Lord masculinity (pre-prequel version), this is what I have to do. My favorite is to “confess” a fear of small, harmless furry animals, like gerbils or floppy-eared rabbits, because “one attacked me when I was a little boy”. The odder and more off-beat the fear, the better. “I still wake up sometimes. I wake up in the dark and see the flopping of the ears.” What she’s thinking: Only an alpha male would feel comfortable admitting to such a quirky, ridiculous fear.
Wait for a pretext before confessing your vulnerability. Like so much of social dynamics and face-to-face communication, the influence we have over people is proportional to the natural-soundingness of our delivery. Budding pickup artists often stumble badly in this regard, because tactics, tricks and routines blurted out irrespective of the flow of conversation sound incongruent (i.e. creepy) to the listener’s ears. In the example above, my date talked about hiking in the jungle, which gave me the plausible opening I needed.
Have a VMD (Vulnerability of Mass Destruction) in your arsenal. For some girls, particularly creative field types who get high on their own emotions, going hardcore by admitting to a really intense fear or sadness will leave such a strong impression on them they’ll masturbate to thoughts of you. Be careful deploying a VMD. Vibe matters. If your rapport is intense, and her demeanor serious, you can talk about how you couldn’t walk down a certain street for months because you once saw a man get killed by a mugger there.
Contrast is king. The goal of rapport is to take a girl on an emotional adventure, through highs and lows. You want to whisk her to those zeniths and nadirs, not follow her there. (If you let a girl lead the conversation, the highs and lows will disappear in favor of a monotonic conversational plateau. Kiss that vagina goodbye.) Don’t play “Battle of the Vulnerabilities” with her and try to one-up any secrets she reveals about herself. Instead, mirror her when she’s upbeat, but force the downbeat when the groove is right. Learn the art of the segue.
So there you have it. Let your weak flag fly (in brief, measured unfurlings).
