Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for the ‘Game’ Category

Like most measurement tools of the quality of a man’s game, the flag metric doesn’t account for a girl’s hotornotness, but it is still superior to the notch count because foreign girls do have subtle differences in their outlook on life, their behavior during courtship, and their opinions of men that will test the flexibility and resourcefulness of a guy’s game.  The sum total of a foreign woman is more than her ethnic cuisine.  It makes sense that, for example, a Japanese girl and a Peruvian girl will yield very differenct experiences for the player attempting to bed them.

Not knowing the distinguishing traits of whatever foreign girl a guy is trying to pick up won’t kill his chances with her because the fundamentals of game are universal, handed down from the cosmos like the ten commandments of poon*.  The tried and true methods will work regardless of her country of origin.  Nonetheless, knowledge of her ethnic idiosyncrasies will put a man way ahead of his competition.

The one structural advantage any guy has with foreign girls, namely the allure of the exotic (hybrid vigor for you science wonks), is not something that can be learned.  I assume it counts for some fraction of my interactions with them, but since most of the foreigners I met were in the US at the time and surrounded by “exotic” American men I don’t think that advantage played much role.

The following observations are based on the foreign girls I have been with for more than a one night stand.  All of them were recent (less than one year) emigres.  Feel free to extend these gross generalizations to the entire ethnic group.

Russian – I have a thing for Russian chicks and Eastern European chicks in general.  Their apple faces and chiclet teeth make my loins sing.  The toughest part of gaming them occurs right at the beginning, getting progressively easier once the front line defenses are breached.  They are a challenge to approach because they compose themselves with an icy aloofness that tells a guy he will get his balls handed to him if he dares interrupt her calculated repose with a “hi”.  Once opened, the Russian chick will shit test you like there’s no tomorrow.  Her barrage of caustic rudeness will shock you and leave lesser men reeling.  This defensive mechanism has been honed from a lifetime of dealing with Russian men who went caveman on her with direct game.  The important thing to keep in mind is that her initial flurry of verbal blows is a paper tiger.  Successfully parry her and you’ll notice her eyes immediately light up with attraction.  Underneath the chilly exterior she harbors an uncontrollable desire to submit to a worthy man.  If you are that man, she’ll transform from bitchy ice queen to sultry seductress in a flash.  Sex with them will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced with an American woman.  They are ravenous in the sack and love to be dominated.  Their submissive posturing and obvious delight at servicing your sexual perversions needs will make you feel like a man who missed the memo on the feminist revolution.  When she gives knob jobs, which is often, you will sense right away that she enjoys every minute of it and is not just doing it out of obligation — your dick may as well be a vodka popsicle.  Don’t be surprised if she sweetly asks you if you’d like to do her in the ass the first time you make love with her.  There is only one answer to that question.  Caveats: Get to them before they hit 30; after 30 it’s instant babushka.  Also, Russians are incredibly manipulative.  They can smell fear upwind.  If she is able to get to your soft underbelly, she’ll rip you open.  Don’t ever show weakness or let her know she’s won you over.  An old Russian proverb says:  Once a woman captures a man’s heart, she loses interest.  This is doubly true for Russian women.

Polish – The second most warm-hearted, selfless, and charming girl I have ever been with was a Polish girl who, unbeknownst to me until the last days of our fling, happened to be married.  Which shows that even angels with a heart of gold are capable of infidelity.  Contrary to the ethnic jokes, Polish girls are not stupid.  They are sharp and funny and hopelessly romantic.  Yes, Polish girls are more romantic than even French or Italian girls.  Their romantic idealism is not as stylistic as the French nor as passionate as the Italians, but it goes deeper and they feel it more strongly.  If you recite a poem you wrote to a Polish girl on a date, she will love you for it without a hint of cynicism.  They are less materialistic than most and that is reflected in their strong connection to nature and the supernatural.  You will get more mileage out of watching a sunset with her than with any other type of girl.  A Polish girl will fall in love with you the second your dick grazes her labia.  Most Polish girls are naturally thin — they don’t exercise much but they don’t eat much either.

Czech – These are the new “it” girls of Europe.  They are all unconventionally hot.  Czech porn is bookmarked in my browser.  Czech girls love buying you things and they relish the sappy romantic phase of courtship.  “Let’s take a walk under the moonlight” is a common refrain you’ll hear from her.  Czech girls have embraced the feminist dogma of the West yet remain tied to the traditional dating mores of Eastern Europe which makes for a lot of hypocrisy.  But that’s OK, because all you need to be is an oak tree for her to lean on through the storm of her emotions.  The one Czech girl I was with was average in bed.  Clearly, the American sense of entitlement had corrupted her after only a few months in the country.

Estonian – It has been said that the hottest girls in the world hail from Estonia’s capital Tallinn.  I believe this is correct.  My next trip abroad will be to Estonia.  Like other European women, Estonians dress stylishly, are comfortable in their womanly skin, are naturally svelte, and love the company of men.  They hate Russians so if you want to win points with her drop a casual anti-Russian remark about how you heard their women drive their men to drink and an early death.  Most Estonian women are 9s and 10s with the approachability index of 6s and 7s, so when you find the rare one in the US you absolutely must go for it.  They like to wear baby tees that accentuate their ample Baltic bosoms.  Estonian women are so beautiful their 40 year olds are more fuckable than America’s 25 year olds.  If you are smart, spend the day with your Estonian lover being seen at your favorite pick up spots in the city.  When she goes back to her country, she will leave you the parting gift of unbelievable social proof you can cash in for six months of American tail.

French – Fashionable, coquettish, flirtatious, worldly.  These stereotypes are accurate.  Hairy armpits, anti-American, and loose?  Inaccurate.  True to their image, French girls love to be seduced as much as they love seducing.  Just make sure you know what you’re doing.  Heavy-handedness or clumsiness during the pick up will turn her off.  Subtlety is key, even if it’s cheesy subtlety.  Play hard to get with a French girl; they eat that shit up.  Emphasize the “tortured brooding artist” angle a la Ethan Hawke in ‘Great Expectations’.  If you have a rudimentary knowledge of black and white photography, offer to take her picture.  Nitpick her tiny flaws while you are arranging the shot — “this lighting is bringing out the severity in your nose.  here, let’s just move your head this way.  perfect!”  The French have an inflated sense of self-worth so open a 6 the way you would open a 9.  Don’t expect her to fall in love with you just because you penetrated her.  Do expect her to have other lovers on the side.  If she moves back to France you will never hear from her again.

Finnish – If you think teasing is all part of the fun of flirting, you will not get along with a Finn.  Joking banter that arouses an American girl will send a Finn rearing up with indignation at your effrontery.  You will be left scratching your head at how someone could be so hypersensitive to your playful humor.  I used to call my Finnish girl “finn-skinned”.  She almost cried.  The upside is that a Finn chick is a naif in the art of head games, so you’ll never have to deal with her flirting with other guys in a bar just to make you jealous.  Finns are introverted.  There is a sly Finnish joke that goes:  How can you tell if you’re talking to an extroverted Finn?  He looks at your shoes.  But don’t mistake this aversion to sociability for weakness.  Remember, these are the people who held off a much larger Soviet invading force.  And the best sniper in history was this guy.  A Finn girl’s introversion hides a surprising strength of character.  She won’t tolerate her man walking all over her.  Fiercely loyal and commitment-oriented, Finns make fantastic girlfriends.  More than other women, Finns appreciate small gestures like spontaneously buying her a rocket pop from an ice cream truck.  Finn girls smell fantastic and look ten years younger than their age.

Chinese – These girls are sensitive and hold to traditional beliefs about dating and courtship.  Seducing them ham-fistedly will backfire.  If she is hot, don’t bother with backhanded compliments or other similar tactics designed to put a girl on the defensive about her beauty, as the Chinese girl, like the Finnish girl, will take everything you say at face value.  A little game goes a long way with Chinese girls, especially if you are a white guy.  They are natural caretakers and will be very supportive of you while you are going through a tough time.  While they don’t have a reputation as romantics, they are in fact quite loving and affectionate.  They are not as earth-shaking in bed as the Russians, but they can make love for hours on end and have an encyclopedic knowledge of fornication positions.  They have a kinky streak.  Odds are you’ll get a finger up your ass in the middle of sex.  Oh, and it’s true, Chinese girls are very tight and have soft skin like teenage vulva.

Romanian –  Romanian girls come from a very tough land, one of the poorest countries in Europe, and this stressful upbringing has molded them into very traditional marriage-minded women.  Dating them will be like a time warp to the 1950s.  At least, that’s what I’ve heard from friends who have dated them.  Unfortunately, the Romanian girl I hooked up with had been in the US for years.  It showed.  I only include her to demonstrate what a pernicious effect American life has on a foreign woman.  Occasionally, I caught glimpses of her former self — the bouyant whimsy, the joie de vive, the optimism, the humbleness.  Too bad her soul was slowly getting crushed.

Ukrainian – see Russian if from east Ukraine; Polish if from west ukraine.

So there you have it.  Be thankful if you live in a US major metro area.  These cities attracts many foreign girls.  Once you start dating them, you’ll wonder why you ever bothered with American women.  The only downside is getting rusty at dating American girls.  When your foreign lover leaves, there will be a difficult period of withdrawal as you adjust to the realities of dating the local scene again and all that it entails – the princess issues, the status whoring, the cellulite, the attention seeking, the bitterness, the neuroses, the strident anti-feminine careerist beyotch militancy.  It will be enough to make you want to pack up and leave.

*more on this later.

Read Full Post »

Contrary to popular chick belief, bachelor parties are lousy last-hurrah pickup opportunities.  Nothing screams “ain’t getting laid tonight” louder than a roomful of bob evans dropping $20s on lapdances from strippers who get paid to flirt and make a guy think he’s Casanova for the time it takes him to slip a buck in her garter.  Trust me, bachelorettes, your guy has got no shot.  You should send a thank you card to all those working strippers who reminded your future husband how hard-up he’d be without your steady supply of pussy.  That’s what marriage is — a safety school, a plan B, for guys who wouldn’t know what to do with the new leads.

So when I’m at bachelor parties I know the best way to make the night worthwhile is to come with two goals in mind.  Goal one is for my buddies.  We pound shots, we eat a zoo’s worth of meat at Churrascaria, we stumble into Scores and rate the strippers until we find the perfect half-Thai, half-Norwegian beauty for the man of honor and give her a couple hundred to grind her ass into him for 3 minutes.  When they’re tapped out, they plead with some strippers to join us, after their shifts, at the next stop, a trendy upper east side lounge.  “Sure, handsome, sounds fun, but how ’bout another private dance?”

Goal two is to wipe the stink of lameness off me after having spent good money for the privilege of looking at, but not touching, naked girls.  I’m glad my buddies will have fond memories of empty wallets and killer hangovers, but I demand more of myself.  A bachelor party to me is another night out to pickup women and wing for my single friends.  Unfortunately for them and for the women who secretly want to be seduced, they have zero game.  Drunken assertiveness is not a winning formula.

We arrived at the bar/lounge where one guy’s brother bartends, and revved up the drinking once again.  I paced myself because I need my wits to run proper game.  They were disappointed the strippers didn’t show up.  The ratio was not good, so when a cute, late 20s woman walked in at 1AM and sat at the bar alone it was like tossing chum to circling sharks.  A phalanx of my friends seven deep approached this girl and opened her in unison.  Now that’s attractive.  macking.jpgShe didn’t seem to mind, though, and I watched from a comfortable vantage point as the scene escalated into an embarrassing spectacle of seven guys sitting in a semi-circle all facing one girl peppering her with questions and meandering slice-of-life stories.  Every time she was about to speak, the whole posse leaned in like she was EF Hutton.  It was as if they took everything a guy should know about basic game and did the opposite.  One quick glance at her eyes told the tale — there wasn’t a hint of attraction.  It was the indulgent look of a dog lover watching puppies climb her leg.  This went on for almost an hour.  Occasionally, one of the guys would peel off and walk back to me with a progress report.

“hey man, check this out, I think I can get this chick’s number.”
“yo, dude, waddaya think?  she’s giving me the signals, eh!”

More useless chitchat.  By now, the guys were throwing everything at her.  There were bottles of beer and full shots all over the bar behind her; they were buying her drinks faster than she could drink them.

“I’m in, man.  don’t tell my girlfriend! this is in the vault, right? right?!?”
“she’s hot. I’m gonna get her alone and work my magic.”
“I know this is XXXXX’s night, but this chick is into me! He won’t mind if I take off with her.”

Once in a while, one of the married guys in our crew would join the fray and throw down with his rusty wingman skills.  Let me tell you, there is no worse wingman in the world than a married guy.  They mosey in, totally at ease because, you see, they’re spoken for and don’t feel any pressure to impress girls anymore, and completely monopolize the conversation with boring Adventures from Married Life.  They are like Venom’s black suit, leeching into every conversational crevice and taking hold, bonding with their hostage over recipe-swapping stories, until all sex appeal is drained out of everyone in a ten block radius.  And the best part is they think they are helping their buddies get laid!

The besieged girl finally had had enough and began closing off her body language.  Crossed legs to the side, arms folded, eyes wandering around the bar.bodylang2_in1.jpg  The guys got the hint and slowly, one by one, aborted the mission.  I think they had violated, in the course of an hour, every single rule of the Game.  It was quite an achievement.  On their way back, they bitched to me about her attitude and wished me good luck in taking a crack at her.  My attention turned to the girl, who was now sitting alone again.  I suspected she was either just out of a bad relationship or a foreigner new to the city.  How else to explain her infinite patience and good natured smiling during this debacle?  I waited 15 minutes to give her a breather before moving into position next to her at the bar.

“Do you always do this?”
“Do what?”
“Break seven guys’ hearts at once.”
“Oh really, is that what you think I did?”
[accent.  she’s foreign.  one suspicion confirmed.]
“It takes a cold person to pull that off.  I almost didn’t want to talk to you because you’re so mean.”
“Well, you don’t have to, one of those guys still wants to talk with me.”
[motioning to the other side of the room] “He’s pissed at your meanness.  I’ll do my best to fill in and prove to him that you’re really a nice girl on the inside.”

We talked for an hour, then moved to another room and sat down on a couch.  My other suspicions were confirmed when she told me she’d only been in New York 6 months and had recently broke it off with her boyfriend.  She was practically on her own with few friends, nervous about the future, and needing someone to confide in.  More than once in our conversation she cried a little.  Her Finnish homeland was far away.  My hapless buddies had primed her to soak up even minimal game like a sponge.  Everything was in place.  It was the perfect pickup storm.  Ironically, it’s situations like these when I back off on running my tightest game and prefer to connect in a very laissez-faire, casual fashion.  When a girl is not shit testing me or putting up hoops for me to jump through, when she’s genuinely vulnerable, I respond in kind.  But I never abandon the fundamentals — seven guys proved to me again what happens when female psychology is ignored in favor of being yourself.

So with a mix of game and sincere interest I learned more about this girl in a night than most husbands bother to know about their wives after years of marriage.  2 hours 45 minutes later we were in her bed.  It was the fastest non-inebriated, non-dancing meet to lay time I have ever recorded.  It helped that her place was across the street.

The next day, the guys gave me some shit about what had happened.  There weren’t any hard feelings, but there were complaints along the lines of “oh, man, I warmed her up for you” and “i do the dirty work and you come in to mop up”.  This illustrates one of those guy code issues that skirts a gray area.  No guy can claim dibs on a girl just because he talked to her or bought her a drink she didn’t want, but at the same time a good friend won’t move in on the girl or her girlfriends when his buddy’s failed pickup attempt is still fresh.  I empathize, so when something like this happens I wait until the guy(s) who opened the girl takes all the time he needs.  Usually, I simply leave them and go find a richer target environment.

Which leads me to guy code number two.  If a buddy doesn’t have game, he shouldn’t expect me to put my game on hold for him so that we can commiserate together Iron John-style over tear-stained beers.  If he doesn’t know that opening a girl with six swinging dicks in tow is an exercise in futility then I am not going to accommodate his bruised ego by letting golden opportunities slip by.  Bros before hos except at the close.

A month later I heard from the guy who was getting married that after he told his fiancee about my night he caught flak from her for associating with me as a friend.  The news put a smile on my face.  When engaged women think I’m a bad influence on their beloveds I know I’m doing something right.

Read Full Post »

Flake Odds Point System

Flaking is one of the most frustrating things a man will experience in his quest for ass/love/something in between.  Plenty of intelligent commentary has been written about this baffling phenomenon — why it’s predominantly a female affliction, what steps can be taken to reduce the odds a girl will flake — so instead I’ll focus on what attributes and behaviors correlate most strongly with a tendency to flake.  These observations are based on my personal experiences and those of my friends.  It’s not a scientifically valid survey, but the anecdotes seem to jibe with what science has to say about female psychology.

First, it helps to understand the basics.  Why girls flake can be expressed as a very simple equation:

Options = flaking

where options means how many men she can attract.  The more desirable she is, the more likely she will be to blow off any one suitor, as another one is right around the corner.

Here’s a refined version of that equation:

Options + neuroticism + extraversion = flaking

meaning that if you’ve met a smoking hot attention whore with paranoid self-esteem issues you may as well wipe your ass with that number close.  You’d’ve been better off shooting for the fuck close on the roof deck behind the fake palm tree.

Note: a girl not returning your call is not necessarily a flake.  To qualify as a true flake, there has to have been real indications of attraction prior to getting her number.  Positive indicators include kissing, lots of touching, her playing with her necklace or rings,  sexually open body language, talking about you at least 30% as much as herself, seeking your approval, a willingness to be led by you around whatever venue you and her happen to be, and an obvious eagerness to give her number when you ask for it.

The following is an elaboration on my personal checklist for identifying which girls are likely to flake.  I subtract a point for every trait or behavior I think will increase the odds of a flake and add a point for those things that I think will reduce the odds of a flake.  Data that have little impact on flake odds are not included.

  • works in service industry:    -1
  • as a waitress:    -1
  • younger than 25:    -1
  • older than 30:    +1
  • more than 10 years younger than me:    -1
  • non-american*:    +1
  • big breasted/voluptuous:    -1
  • brief kissing:    +1
  • extended makeout:    -1
  • shy:    +1
  • first on the dance floor:    -1
  • slutty dresser:    -1
  • wears drab colors:    +1
  • easily distracted:    -1
  • out with a large group of friends:    -1
  • alpha female of the group:    -1
  • mother hen/designated driver of the group:    +1
  • lone wolf:    +1
  • highly educated:    +1
  • heavy makeup:    -1
  • blonde or redhead:    -1
  • parents still married:    +1
  • child of divorce:    -1
  • only child:    -1
  • has at least one brother:    +1
  • met her on a weeknight:    +1
  • on a rainy weeknight:    +1
  • at a dive bar:    +1
  • at 3AM in a crimson-colored nightclub on a leather couch while she was rolling on E:    -100
  • single mom:    +100

* The less Anglocized the country of origin, the more likely she’ll be courteous and answer your call.

At -10 points a flake is assured.  Throw that number away or give it to your best friend.  He’s just as likely to score with her as you are.  At +10 points, she’ll pick up on the first ring.

Some of these observations make sense; others seem counterintuitive.  A waitress, like a big breasted woman, has to deal with leering men all day, so she’s open to any rationalization to shelve the guy she gave her number to.  Plus, I have a theory that very feminized, high-estrogen women (i.e., those with curvy womanly bodies) have enhanced feminine mental traits as well, like flaking.

Non-Americans just don’t take men for granted as much.  Kissing a girl for too long will give her buyer’s remorse the next day when she wakes up feeling guilty.  Educated women live more structured lives and exhibit more self-discipline, two traits which are anti-flake.  Shy girls, surprisingly, will answer calls.  They have a negatively skewed sense of their own attractiveness to men as a result of not getting constant feedback through attention-seeking behavior.  Girls with high neuroticism/high extraversion who need constant reassurance of their desirability find more pleasure in collecting numbers rather than following up on them.  Younger girls have a longer time horizon and a wider suitor horizon so they can afford to dick around.  A girl who grew up in a broken household or with a daddy who let his loving kisses linger a little too long will be more likely to flake, but also more likely to feed her low self-worth by fucking you right away.

Single moms will drop their kid off at a baby hatch in order to free up time for a first date with you.

Read Full Post »

Betas can find love, too

Once a man understands that his power is a function of his environment and not an absolute value, he can begin to game the system and take advantage of market inefficiences to score high quality pussy.  Alphas are naturally dominant in their environment and so for them there is no need to learn how to pick up women; the affections of women are something they’ve always known.  That is why asking an alpha for pickup advice is often a fruitless exercise.  It’s better to simply observe him in action and model yourself after him.  While books and forums and experience have taught me much, they all pale in comparison to the eye-opening enlightenment I received from my first mentor — an older male friend.  At the time, I was 14 and he was 26.  He was the cool-as-fuck older guy who let me get behind the handlebars for the first time in my life whereupon I promptly drove his motorcycle over a curb. Without missing a beat, he then taught me how to do donuts. The time I tagged along on one of his dates with a gorgeous grad student was the mental jolt I needed to set me on the path of righteousness.

Natural betas who were deprived of this mentoring and don’t or won’t put in the work on their own to learn how women operate and what they respond to still have options for happiness, but they will need to step off the hamster wheel and approach this advice with an open mind.  Given that male power is conditional on the context in which it is exploited, here are my suggestions for how losers in love can turn their fortunes around without lowering their standards:

1.  Travel to an economically depressed 2nd tier country like Russia or its East European neighbors where the culture is not too different and the women are known hot commodities and spend a couple months there.  He should avoid mail order bride services, save his money up, and go live there for a while.  This will reduce the chances of getting conned.  He’d be smart to get CDs on learning Russian and listen to them in his car while commuting to his crappy soul-killing job.  An average American beta with an average income, average style, who isn’t a drunkard, will get treated like a minor rock star in Russia, which, if the stories of men who have pioneered this route are true, really should be renamed Betatopia.  PS: Stay away from Moscow.  Stick to the sticks.

2.  Not keen on the hassle of traveling and importing a first rate piece of ass?  He can try scooping up the ones who shell out their own travel expenses and come here to the US.  Step one: identify those places where au pairs hang out in his particular city. They will usually be in a bunch, giggling nervously in heavy accents, because au pair services send them to their overseas assignments in groups.  The trick is to catch an au pair before she becomes aware of the true power of her beauty.  Remember that many of these young women are leaving countries where the men, ugly underemployed trolls all of them, treated them like trash.  Their self-esteems are in the basement.  Getting any attention from an American beta is like gold dust sprinkled on their shattered egos.  An American!  Interested in ME!  The beta needs to get to these girls BEFORE she realizes that most American women are shrieking ballbusting self-absorbed harpies with serious BMI issues and that American men will put her on a pedestal.  It doesn’t take long for a lifetime of trampled self-worth to shed like a chrysalis revealing the inner high maintenance princess inside.  So to get to them before the American experience corrupts them the beta needs to find those au pair groups that are multi-ethnic.  This is because the au pair services send them over in mixed groups.  Their first few months will be spent socializing with au pairs from many different countries.  Once they have settled into a routine and learned the ropes they will begin to hang out with girls from their own countries.  A few months later, they will have one or two American girls in their social circle.  By then, it is too late.

3.  Similar to the above suggestions, a man having trouble picking up chicks should consider relocating to the heartland.  His money will go farther, his style will be intriguing, and his public policy degree will be treated like a Certificate of Alphaness.  Girls will be a little dumber and less worldly so his marginally witty jokes will get more mileage.  He can probably afford a spacious house out there where a basement apartment was all he could swing in NYC.  Nightlife will be refreshingly free of eurotrash and $12 drinks.  Downsides:  obesity epidemic, resentful good ol boys prone to violence, lower job opportunities, bastard children, smell of manure.

4.  Lie.  This option requires some creativity and total lack of moral fiber, but the beta who can pull off the ‘talented mr. ripley’ routine will gain access to the secret society of hot chicks.  Convincingly lying about trips to the Himalayas, treasure hunting expeditions, brushes with death in the congo, high stakes gambling with celebrities in the Caribbean, the stint spent in prison, or his life as a fashion photographer, and having the presence of mind to keep the ruse up for months will get him laid.  Downside:  forget about long term relationships.

5.  Hit on damaged goods.  Women who have been through the emotional ringer are more likely to appreciate the beta’s honest, straightforward, naive propositioning.  Some women need to get burned more than once to learn any lessons, but eventually even the most die-hard player-lovers grow weary of the hurt.  Recent divorcees, lonely housewives, single moms, and former hookers with a heart of gold are good targets.  Downsides:  STDs, kids, short shelf lives.

6.  Castration.  Nothing removes neediness like zero sex drive.

Read Full Post »

Game as told by the lolcats

Checking out the scene

hititcat.jpg

The approach

sooncat.jpg

The opener

supcat.jpg

Disarming the cockblock

americancat.jpg

Winning over the male friend

betacat.jpg

Getting attraction

superkitty1.jpg

Building rapport

fascinating.jpg

Dealing with shit tests

notlistening.jpg

Isolation

isolationcat.jpg

Comfort

everythingisfinenow.jpg

Makeout

cat441.jpg

Fuck close

i-eated-a-viagra.jpg

safewurd.jpg

surprise-buttseckz.jpg

OR

Number close

omgwtfknockfirst.jpg

Mistake

i-has-a-marriage.jpg

Read Full Post »

If you are the sort of vengeful prick who’d put real effort into bedding an ex just to turn the tables on her with a grandiose post-coitus exit, then you’ll need a proven method for achieving your goal.  One of the hardest feats to accomplish is re-igniting an ex-girlfriend’s attraction for you, especially if she initiated the breakup.  Unlike guys, who are perfectly OK with return trips to the well no matter how dry, women have a no-looking-back switch that, when flipped, desexualizes the man she had spent months or years enslaving with her body.  In her eyes, he is reduced to possessing the animal magnetism of a toll booth operator or a paperboy.  Once she has crossed this rubicon of fatal unattraction, his chances of re-bedding her dwindle to zilch.  You may think that the wild uninhibited sex bonded you two securely for the ages, but you can forget it – girls are creatures of the moment and if she dumped you you can bet she dumped all those memorable sex scenes, too.  She’s saving her inner dirty whore for a new man now.

Given this reality, your best bet for turning her around is to put your plan into action *before* she formally becomes your ex.   You have a short window of opportunity to do this.  The longer you have been with her the more warning she will give you with her change in behavior.  She won’t end a 2 year relationship overnight; you’ll have at least a month to clue in to the red flags.  Your number one priority, then, is recognizing the danger signals.  Infrequent or bland sex is of course an obvious indicator.  Look for delays in returning your calls and texts.  See if her eyes follow suit when she smiles (dead eyes are a dead giveaway).  Tone of voice will always betray a woman — musical when she’s happy, girlish when she’s affectionate, breathy when she’s horny, monotone when she’s lost respect for you.  Watch for contemptuous mannerisms like eye-rolling or tch-ing.  If she starts asking you strange questions or leading conversations down bizarre paths, that is her way of smoking you out.  She no longer trusts you to engage in normal playful conversation with you.  Go with your gut.  90% of the time it will be right.

Awareness of changes in her demeanor wins you half the battle.  You must also maintain complete state control.  If you give in to the rush of emotions that your traitorous brain floods you with when faced with an impending loss you will fail.  What is required of you is to CUT AND RUN before her doubts about you cement.  You must be the one to leave first.  Minimize face time.  Don’t call her.  Be friendly but ambiguous.  Don’t inquire into her life.  Laugh off her crappy attitude.  Most importantly, act as if nothing is wrong.  If she senses you are acting aloof out of spite the spell will be broken.  Eventually, she will wander back to you, bewildered and intrigued, filled with doubt about her hasty judgment.  You will resume a pattern of dating and sex that eerily resembles the first few weeks together.  NEVER give the game away that you knew she was losing attraction if you want to avoid rekindling her impression of you as a weak beta.

What I have described above is the ideal ex-GF strategy.  Like most ideals, hardly anyone lives up to them.  And with good reason – maintaining composure in the midst of a dying relationship you don’t want to end demands superhuman grace under pressure.  Only the strongest alphas with a solid stable of regulars can cavalierly brush off the prospect of one of his girls attempting to dump him.  He knows she won’t muster the willpower to leave, but if she does it won’t matter anyway.

The less experienced man caught offguard will need to learn the art of turning it around after her decision to leave is made but before she has reached the no-looking-back stage.  Chances of re-notch success are much lower once she has verbalized her need for space, but with proper post-relationship game you can improve your odds dramatically.  The key is in the timing.  A mathematician has shown that the dumper’s loneliness and nostalgia for the broken relationship peak at about 3 weeks after the breakup, unless she has found another man in the interim.  Therefore, your job is to let her go and not speak to her for 3 weeks.  This will amplify her feelings of loss.  Then, at her most vulnerable 3 weeks later, call to say hi.  Keep the convo short and friendly.  Chances are best right at this moment that she will offer to meet you for drinks.

You’ll notice the common denominator with these strategies.  They only work if you do the OPPOSITE of what the typical guy would do.  Very few men getting dumped would have the presence of mind to lay low and refrain from trying to talk her out of her decision.  But that is exactly the winning formula.  Your breezy indifference will win back more exes than all the post-breakup talks in the world.  Lean back, reap your bounty, and if you’ve got the balls calmly tell her after the post-breakup violation of all her holes “Eh, you know, I shouldn’t have taken you back.  This isn’t going to work.”

Read Full Post »

« Newer Posts

%d bloggers like this: