Leveraging White Knights To Steal Their Queens

We give white knights a well-deserved shellacking here at the Chateau for general inanity and counter-productive goofballery, but meeting one in real life is more a blessing than a curse. You just have to know how to leverage them for fun and profit.

For reasons I won’t get into in this post, white knight numbers seem to be on the rise, mostly online but occasionally offline. Confronting one in the wild provides the maester seducer a wonderful expedient to aid him in getting the bang with the very girl whose honor the white knight rushes to defend.

I love crossing paths with white knights because they’re the hanging curveball of cockblocks. It’s a pleasure to tool them in front of their girls whose vaginas they will never see.

White knights play the really long game, hoping the girl will one day wake up and appreciate their efforts on her behalf. Sometimes it happens, but by then the girl is a little rougher for wear and has been through a few cockas. It’s a piss poor strategy in an open unregulated sexual market, though, because the implicit rules favor those men skilled in maximizing short term gains. White knights are no match for jerkboys in an atomized and quasi-anonymized hookup market; their brand of chivalry works better under highly regulated courtship conditions in which fathers have as much input as daughters and the pill isn’t dispensed like candy.

Now that you know you’ll almost always have the upper hand against white knights, it helps to know the best strategy for neutering neutralizing them and turning them into an advertisement for your sexytime fitness. The best method that I’ve found is the ol’ standby Agree&Amplify. Assume the white knight’s good intentions, and praise him effusively. By doing this, you are

1. tooling him as the hard-up lickspittle he is
2. delivering a proxy neg/disqualification to the girl which will cause her to distance herself from the white knight

When a white knight comes in all m’lady-like, I tell them, “It’s good you’re looking out for this girl. Does she have a curfew? I wouldn’t trust her alone either. Lotta bad guys out there.”

This banter achieves multiple objectives. One, it demonstrates your high value. Now you’re the insinuated bad boy with whom she might get into trouble. Few girls can resist that delicious thought. Two, it embarrasses the white knight. He’ll get defensive and swear he’s not chaperoning her, he’s just being a friend yada yada, which now plants the perception in the girl that he’s not actually her protector he’s just a dud who likes asexually hanging around her.

Three, and most importantly, it will provoke an opposite reaction in the girl. She’ll laugh or act indignant (either one is a positive reaction for you), insisting she’s doesn’t need a babysitter, she can handle herself, and the white knight is cool with that (he won’t be).

At that point, it’s time to run the table. “I dunno are you sure you’re ready for this…being on your own and all? It’s a scary world. If you can’t handle it, I’ll check in with your buddy (always use the word buddy to describe a girl’s male orbiters) over there (point at white knight across the room) and he can safely take you to your parents’ place.”

Now you’ve set up the challenge — is she a strong independent woman or is she a nervous little girl? — and if you’ve learned anything here it’s that girls love challenging men with standards. It’s the flip-the-courtship-script ruse and it works because women have no defense against their own weapons.

If, on the off chance, you are confronted by a physically bigger white knight — rarely, a bouncer will white knight just to start fights — the better course of action is to keep it short and plausibly complimentary. Don’t directly engage the white knight, that’ll only wind him up. “Looks like you’ve got a bodyguard already. Lucky girl.” Leave her be after saying that, and there’s a good shot she’ll find her way back to you later in the night once Derp Lancelot is distracted and moves on.

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Your Daily Game: A Kiss In Time

On a first date (or first meet), aim to kiss the girl during the middle of the date when she’s emotionally invested and fully engaged in the outcome. Going for the kiss at the end is predictable and desperate. Going for it at the beginning is needy and awkward.

Ignore this advice if the girl is uncontrollably horny for you.

On second thought, even if it’s obvious the girl wants you inside her badly, hold off on kissing her until later in the date. Anticipation is making her wet, is keeping her waiting….she loves the man who keeps her guessing. Giving a girl what she needs means not giving her what she needs when she expects it. Delayed gratification = inflamed vaginal elation.

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A Test Of Your Game: Turn The Other Cheek

Imagine yourself in this situation, however painfully.

This is a test of your Game. Ground rules:

1. This is not a test of your ability to state the bleeding obvious or throw satisfying insults. That means refraining from leaving stupid comments like “I wouldn’t have been in that situation to begin with.” The purpose of this test is to demonstrate how you would skillfully rescue what seems like a hopelessly bad ending to a date.
2. “I’d stay home and fap to my pornhub waifu princess” is not an acceptable response.
3. Cut Your Losses isn’t an example of Game. It’s an example of cutting your losses, which is a perfectly reasonable suggestion for the no-Game-having beta prone to self-embarrassment spirals, but by no means anything resembling “Game” in its colloquial sense.

No doubt any man having a passing familiarity with the charisma arts would know better than to save the kiss for the last possible moment, when he’s standing at the door to her place ostensibly to drop her off and thank her for yet another sexless evening added to his string of sexless evenings. It’s never a good idea to put that kind of expectational pressure on girls; all that does is create awkwardness and deflate the air of mystery which girls love about men. It’s like charmlessly hitting on a woman in an elevator…if she does’t feel like she has an escape hatch and that you’ve only screwed up the courage to ask her out because she’s cornered with nowhere to go and no cockblock to summon if you’re a dud, she’s gonna physically and emotionally turtle. And then write a bitter tumblrhea post about the experience.

(FYI the proper way to do an elevator pickup is to open with “damn, looks like I only have 63 floors to flirt with you. Don’t get too excited, I need fifty floors to think about it”. In other words, make light of the perception that elevators are breeding grounds for sexy pickups.)

Game 101: kino escalation is your night-long companion, not a hurried afterthought at the end of the night. You make your move for the kiss close during an emotional high, as the date is steaming up, not after all the energy has dissipated and she just wants to go to her apartment and pig out on PozTV.

So we all know the doofus in this video clip fucked up the kiss close timing. We also know he made his fuck-up worse by leaning way in and for far too long trying to steal a smooch, only to be left with his puckered lips smacking empty air like Pepe Le Pew after his chat amour squeezed out of his grasp. To get not one cheek, but two cheeks as he futilely tongue bathes the infinite space between his craning mouth and her obviously practiced dodge and weave raises this scene from a tale of beta woe to a Jumbotronic piece of performance art.

That’s where you the reader come in. You’re this man. What’s done is done. Now tell us your next step.

What do you do?

Sometimes the most impressive Game is the Game you spit when the odds are nowhere near your favor.

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Trump Follows Poon Commandment VII

Recall Poon Commandment VII, because Trump just obeyed it.

VII. Always keep two in the kitty

Never allow yourself to be a “kept man”. A man with options is a man without need. It builds confidence and encourages boldness with women if there is another woman, a safety net, to catch you in case you slip and risk a breakup, divorce, or a lost prospect, leading to loneliness and a grinding dry spell. A woman knows once she has slept with a man she has abdicated a measure of her power; when she has fallen in love with him she has surrendered nearly all of it. But love is ephemeral and with time she may rediscover her power and threaten to leave you. It is her final trump card. Withdrawing all her love and all her body in an instant will rend your soul if you are faced with contemplating the empty abyss alone. Knowing there is another you can turn to for affection will fortify your will and satisfy your manhood.

If you’ve been keeping abreast of the news lately (after dutifully sifting through the 99% of it that’s Fake anti-White and anti-Trump trash), you’ll have noticed Trump making overtures to some Dems on raising the debt ceiling and reworking the tax code.

Trump is doing exactly what I predicted he would do after eight months of the GOPe thwarting him at every turn: dissociating himself from Congressional recucklicans and threatening their 2018 midterm prospects by reaching out to Dems. This is CLASSIC push/pull Game. Works on girls, works on cucks.

It’s also a bracing demonstration of CH Poon Commandment VII: Always keep two in the kitty. Trump has some major Dems lined up as working partners (however temporary) who are situated to reap the legislative and midterm election rewards if their partnership is successful. The Dems are like plate #2 in Trump’s kitchen vaginet (aka his cherry-go-round). Their purpose is to instill dread in Trump’s primary girl, the GOPe.

But the GOPe cucks have been trying to divorce Trump since he announced his candidacy. They have withdrawn their love from Trump, so he has responded by reminding them he has another “woman” waiting for him on the side. This has had the predictable effect of scaring the shit out of the GOPe cucks, who stand to lose no matter what happens now — they either lose their midterm election prospects to the blossoming Trump-Dem alliance, or they lose their Chamber of Commerce big money donors by finally giving Trump the populist agenda he wants.

This is more evidence that he Game that works on women is the same Game that works on….well, womanly men like GOPe cucks and Dems.

PS Here’s an incredibly based video clip of Steve Bannon (pbuh) delivering a two minute shitlord salvo of realtalk that blows open the reality of the swamp’s existence and its tireless efforts to sabotage Trump.

Bannon: "The Republican establishment is trying to nullify the 2016 election."

Mitch McConnell demanded no more "drain the swamp" talk. pic.twitter.com/qcDSFAtH0a

— Paul Joseph Watson (@PrisonPlanet) September 7, 2017

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Subliminal Seduction

NLP — Neuro Linguistic Programming — is a fancy term to describe subliminal rhetoric that plays on the natural human tendency to suggestibility (aka the need to feed the ego). It’s a quasi-science that is probably overblown but does offer some feints of tongue that can assist in seducing women.

An example from my dating life: I asked a girl to dance…more precisely, I told a girl she was about to dance with me…and while I normally don’t do Dance Game I will indulge if the girl I’m interested in looks like she has two left feet. The comparison makes me look better on the dance floor than I am, and more importantly her awkward rug-cutting opens fresh avenues of value display and subliminal flirting.

We danced. She stumbled a bit (as I assumed she would from a quick visual analysis of her mind-body-physiognomy axis). She grinned sheepishly, and apologized.

CONCEALED CARRY WEAPON OF LOVE: “Ok, you’ll bend backward a little after the third step…step one……step two…….aaand step 3….bend back!”

HER: *bends at a clumsy angle* “See, I’m not much of a dancer.”

CONCEALED CARRY WEAPON OF LOVE: “You’re a natural.”

HER: “Hah, no I’m not.”

CONCEALED CARRY WEAPON OF LOVE: “Don’t run from it.”

We stop dancing, I chat her up off-stage, and then exit while she’s distracted by someone else she knows. FYI this tactic of stealthily exiting a budding flirtship unannounced, and returning twenty minutes later to a mouth-agape eye-widened curious girl wondering where you went off to, is dynamite on a girl’s mental vagina. It’s the best way to end a dance, because it sidesteps the risk of seeming overly enthusiastic and attached to a girl after dancing with her in which the forced physical contact is bound to energize her self-perceived SMV, shit testing and anti-slut defense.

The real tingle generator is in the line, “don’t run from it.” This is what I call an Alpha Compliment. While alphas don’t typically compliment girls, when they do their compliments are distinctly potent, because they don’t compliment women’s physical assets (unless to neg them) and their compliments are worded in a way that is easily construed as 1. an assessment of the girl’s CHARACTER and 2. a qualifying statement that sounds like the man is trying to make the girl live up to his standards.

(Expressing a hint of disappointment in a girl is a powerful courtship accelerator. She will work harder to win your approval than she would with a man who had nothing but effusive praise and comforting words when she denigrated herself.)

The NLP of the line is the subconscious insinuation that what the girl should not run from is YOU, rather than from the dance floor or her natural talents. I have practiced this line in-field a lot and the impression it leaves with girls is always positive; her eyes will momentarily sparkle, a smile will drift across her face, and a lurch to feigned indignation (to salvage her “qualified” ego) will push her deeper into a mutually satisfying rapport.

You can use the line in just about any scenario, so if you hate dancing don’t think this tactic is closed to you. Give it a try at least, and report back here with tales of conquest or woe; either will suffice as learning tools.

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Trump’s Compliance Game

Donald Trump has Game. It’s a contributing factor to his improbable ascension to the White House. His message coupled with his charisma won the hearts of many Americans.

Trump’s command of core Game techniques is a marvel to behold. He reframes, he plows through resistance, he agrees & amplifies, he disqualifies, he assumes the sale. He’s a master seducer, of women and of voters, even of those who would not normally be his natural constituency. In this video, you’ll watch Trump deliver an excellent example of “Compliance Game” on a black dude who doesn’t at first seem too pleased with Trump. Skip to 4:20 for the relevant bantz.

The black guy complains about something and Trump listens, asks him to point out whomever it is the black guy is mentioning as part of his complaint, and then Trump tells him to “bring those people over here”, after which the black guy says “yes, sir” with enthusiasm and trots off to do the President a solid.

You’ll like a person for whom you do a favor more than you’ll like a person who does a favor for you. This is the Personal Investment Halo Effect that Game cleverly exploits to help men seduce women who might otherwise be out of their league.

The purpose of compliance testing is to gauge interest and, more powerfully, to increase interest through manipulating the perception of investment. If a person complies with your request, he or she will feel like they’ve invested something of themselves in you and your well-being, and thus will perceive you having high value or moral worth, because why else would they do something for you? Trump gets this aspect of human nature, and you can see it in action in the above video as he easily mingles among the “commoners” despised by our insular, credentially inbred elites, who have to take classes to learn how to communicate with them in the robotic patois that defined Hillary Clinton’s interactions with the rabble.

The triggering irony is that our first implicitly white nationalist president is more comfortable jiving with regular black folks than our first half-black oval office squatter Gay Mulatto ever was. Will the leftoid media accurately report this reality? HA.

FYI this is why I have always contended that obama wan’t our first black prez. He was our first SWPL president. A president for effete craft brew sipping urbane shitlib whites with zero muscle tone….because he IS one of them. Obama is exhibit A in the thesis that race is more than skin color…..race goes to the bone. And obama’s bone-deep race pilfered a lot of DNA from his megamandibled single white mama who was virtue sniveling before it was a thing.

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A Test Of Your Game: Sudden Impact

UPDATE BELOW

Reader sigsawyer emailed a story about one of his pickups that could double as a “test of your Game” post. I’m game, so here it is.

Greetings to the Chateau and all its dark proprietors.

I’ve got a recent story of pickup success that I realized would be great as one of those old ‘test of your game’ style posts. It’s, um, illustrative to say the least. If you decide to make a post out of it, cut the ‘answer’ part off and post it a couple of days later. Or just share as is and judge my game.

So the other night I take a couple of junior coworkers out to the bar. Both on visas from Eastern Europe. [ed: I like where this is heading] One being cute and the other maybe a 5. Both have killer bodies, but I digress. (Much fun was poked at fat American women.) I’d already more or less written off the cute one as a prospect since I’d taken her out before and failed to get anywhere.

On that occasion I took her down to the beach late at night with a bottle of pinot noir and we went skinny dipping in the warm choppy waters of the summer Atlantic. Aka the nuclear pussy-buster date for when I need the snatch to open now.

No doubt. If you’ve ever swam (swum?) in the ocean at night, especially away from light pollution, there’s an exhilarating apprehension that creeps up on you. The sea is black, the sound of the surf is sharpened, the moonlight dances off the water, and you wonder if sharks are swimming nearby. It’s a COCKtail of emotions guaranteed to doubly moisten pussy.

I was set on bold bustamoveness because her English wasn’t good enough to catch nuanced negs and witty banter. Besides, I know those EE girls need a show of strength to crack their icy bitch shield. And I’m talking a smug, haughty girl here. An openly rude one. So I ramp up the teasing and assholery- splashing her with water, pretending to be Jaws and chasing after her, biting her leg.

She’s giving me plenty of shit tests (mostly accusations of assholery, childishness), and they don’t stop once I’ve parried a few. But then again, she stripped naked and got in the water with me, and she’s not objecting to the kino. So I move in for a kiss and she resists it. At the time I figure that since I’m the senior, the local, and a coolasfuck dude, that I’d actually raised my value too high and gotten her anti-slut defense to rev up. It’s a recurring problem for my game.

So I dial back the interaction, move on to some comfort themes, and try to get her focused on the emotional high of the moment. But she’s not biting, we get cold in the water, and the mood fizzles out while we’re grubbing around the dark beach for our clothes. So I drive her carless ass home.

Anyway, I don’t put much thought into following up since I’ve got a few in the kitty and she’s legit a pain in the ass. But I end up inviting her and her friend out to the bar, figuring I could either use the two girls as a pivot or spark something back up. The 5 is a fun girl even if my target is a brat, so I’d be able to entertain myself at least, or plunder her lithe little body as a last resort.

In the bar, one of the cheaper places in town, we run into some of my friends out of sheer coincidence and I make introductions. I’m acting pretty aloof, enjoying how unsurprised my buddies are about me walking into the spot with two Euro chicks.

Good friends will not blow your cover by hollering crap like “wow dude two chicks! high five, playa!”

The girls can tell too, but I’m not putting much effort into gaming them. I hit on two other chicks in close proximity- one is too wasted to even understand Styles ring routine and the other gets engaged when I tease her SWPLy job, but her mixed set doesn’t really appreciate my intrusion and we awkwardly fizzle out- I was a bit too tipsy to give a shit about befriending the group first.

Eventually the scene gets lame and we move the party over to my friend’s house nearby- we’re out back around a fire and I’ve been basically ignoring my target all night, except to tell her she drinks manly beer and to tease her about not wanting to dance. My other friends are trying to hit on her but its not going any better than my first time. One of my friends starts making out with the 5 in front of everybody. They eventually retire to somewhere private. I tell my target “Don’t get any ideas, I value my modesty”. She gets up from her Aderondack chair and slowly pours her drink over my head.

What do you do? Hint: I fucked up back on the beach, but I was wrong about how.

This is a great segue into serious Game analysis. An icy HBEE that walked away from a post-skinny-dipping beach lay later pours a beer over the head of the same man at a backyard party. And a SLOW pour, too, which is intended to send a much stronger message than a fast pour. Sigsawyer left the answer after this segue, but I’ll ignore it for now to put my own powers of pickup critique to the test.

My take is that he blew it by letting up on the attraction gas pedal at the beach, when she was amped and ready for a same night lay. Sure, she put up token resistance (what hot woman doesn’t?), but sigsawyer miscalculated when he dialed down the heat and went into comfort mode. The scene and the feelings were too intense by that point for a reverse into comfort game to do anything but diminish the girl’s arousal. And a girl taken from a high arousal state to a lower arousal state will resent the man who did it to her.

Essentially, where sigsawyer messed up was moving the seduction phase before the comfort phase. He brought her to a “fuck me now” high then took her back down to “an uninterested man asking me harmless questions about my life” low.

Thus, when she was with him at the backyard party, and he was still teasing her, she misinterpreted his taunts as that of a man who had rejected her and was having fun at her expense. You could say she almost felt betrayed. The slow pour was her way of expressing her feeling of being betrayed. All of her resentment is exacerbated by the sight of her less cute friend making out with another man.

What I would do: If I had a drink in my hand, I would splash it in her face. If not, I would grab her wrist and move in close, so that she could feel my hot breath and my anger. Then, I’d wait a few beats for the tension to grow and make another move on her lips. This is the kind of girl who’s in a frame of mind in which only direct, uninhibited, masculine escalation will suffice to break down her bitch shield.

Was I right? I’ll check sigsawyer’s answer later, and update this post with his story’s conclusion. In the meantime, I’ll throw this test of your game to the commenters. Is your Game analysis tight? Could you have closed the deal with HBEE?

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And now we find out how the story ended. From sigsawyer,

ANSWER:
I look her in the eye for a pregnant second. Then, without standing up, I slap her hard across the face. Like a tight right hook with an open hand. Her eyes light up and suddenly everything clicks. The first time I tried to fuck her? She wasn’t turned off by my copious douchery, she was turned off because she was the kind of chick who gave guys shit because she wanted to be put in her damn place. I reach up, grab her hair, and yank her down to my mouth; she responds with moaning, crotch-soaked enthusiasm. We end up fucking in the backyard of an empty vacation house on the walk back to her room.

If you’d told me pre-redpill that I would be picking up hot Eastern Euro girls by slapping them Sean Connery-style… well I’d be fucking elated if I believed you. But it’s a good lesson to never forget the dark heart of woman.

Yep as I suspected, sigsawyer ruined the beach night by moving from arousal backwards into comfort blabbing, and that’s why she poured the beer over his head. But recall ancient CH wisdom: Indifference, not hate, is the opposite of love. A slow-poured beer over the head is another way of saying a deluge of tingles in the cleft. The beer was her resentment and frustration; his response immediately and unquestioningly snapped her back into that arousal state she was in during the skinny-dip beach night. His alpha ZFG masculinity now proved beyond a shadow of a doubt, she was able to flower for him and answered his primal display with her own.

And yes, my experience with EE girls is that they are very particular about their men showing real alpha grit. EE women need to know their men can be hard as fuck (in all manifestations of that term) when it matters. Their shit tests are geared to eliciting the most masculine response possible. Few American beta males pass these tests because they can’t even.

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