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If your body language resembles the pose of the male in this photo, and the girl you’re with looks like the woman in this photo, end your date immediately because you aren’t getting any.

Ouch. So much beta in one snapshot. A summary of what he’s doing wrong:

  • leaning forward
  • clasping hands (merchant-style) and blocking the view of his crotch
  • downcast gaze
  • looks like he’s apologizing for farting

And her autonomous “get away from me you lazy-eyed psycho” reaction:

  • leaning backward
  • arms and hands blocking vagina viewage
  • retreated into corner of couch to maximize physical distance
  • looks like she smelled a fart

Remember the cardinal rule of pickup: FLIP THE SCRIPT. You will get sex if you are the chasee and the woman is the chaser. It takes some skill and effort to flip the seduction script, because the default dynamic between men and women is hunter male-hunted female….which will never be overturned, but a smart man knows perceptions can be altered just enough to jog a woman out of her natural indifference and into a curious feeling.

Ben Shapiro’s lawyer is chasing badly here, and Tomi is reacting as most attractive women do when presented with an over-eager suitor — she is recoiling to protect her precious eggs from contamination by subpar sperm.

So what should Shapirolawyer be doing instead? Think the Mad Men silhouette: relaxing lasciviously into the couch, arm draped over the back, legs impudently spread, head tilted back a little, chin up, smile wiped from his face. As a man, if you incorporate these alpha body language cues, the woman you are with will irresistibly and mechanically assume the vulnerable, entreating posture of flowering arousal. As you lean back, she leans in….as you stop smiling, she smiles more (to earn your hiding smile)….as you eye her judgmentally, she juts her bosom under your gaze….as you deliver ambiguous signals of intent, her intent to get to know you becomes clearer. When you feel that she has begun chasing you is when you can make a more forcefully intentional move on her sexsugarbloodmagick. A woman needs this challenge; deny her at risk of acquiring incel mojo.

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The Counter-Qualification

Qualification (having standards and applying them to women) and Disqualification (telling a woman in so many words that she doesn’t meet your standards, to raise your SMV relative to hers) are vital Game concepts that no seducer should leave the fapping hovel without.

A reader suggests a third entry in the Qualification suite of pickup dialectics: The Counter-Qualification.

Dear CH,

Think I came up with a new way to handle a woman trying to qualify you – I call it “counter-qualification” (CQ). I was out on a date tonight and this girl was asking me a lot of questions – not because she was curious – but because I felt she was trying to qualify me a lot.

So at a few points I said to her “Wait, this isn’t a job interview – is it? You’re asking me a lot of questions…” if her questions were sounding like too much like an interrogation Eg. if she said, “so do you go to shops all the time and try to get dates? When was the last time you used Tinder/online dating?” etc. In which case, I used counter-qualification.

I did this on the iDate I went on last night and the same thing again – the girl got a bit defensive and qualified herself. Again, when she was trying to interrogate me about my dating habits, I would tease and say “see – you’re doing it again. back in “interview mode”. Do you do this to all the guys you date?”

I’m gonna play with it some more. I’m also thinking I could start using CQ questions like “why are you asking me that question?” or “why is it so important for you to know that?” – of course, has to be done with the right tone, expression, etc. to avoid sounding butthurt and defensive.

Be interested if anyone at CH has experience with this. Maybe next time a woman gives you a shit test and it’s a question, you could:

a) Ignore
b) A&A
or c) CQ


The CQ is a push-pull subroutine that’s more akin to teasing than to qualifying, but the gist of this reader’s definition is clear enough. In fact, the “wow I didn’t know I was going on a job interview” CQ line that the reader uses as his example is a well-known PUA shit test-busting tactic for instantly deflating a hot babe’s pretensions and flipping the chaser-chasee script. If a girl peppers you with interrogative questions and you cheekily reply, “is this a job interview?”, she will back off her aggressive posturing and regard you with more carnal curiosity. After all, she’s used to beta schlubs dutifully answering her questions as fast as she can ask them.

So that’s the CQ. The A&A response would be something along the lines of “My job? I’m a male stripper. Work is slow right now, but I fill in my free time doing bored housewife porn”. A&A achieves a similar result as CQ, slowing a girl’s momentum and asserting your manly prerogative.

Caution is warranted when using these tactics. If the girl is just needling you to see if you’ll break beta, then CQ or A&A can be repeated with a positive response rate. She’ll laugh and stop asking her banal questions. On the other hand, if she genuinely wants to learn more about you, then don’t overuse CQ or A&A; you’ll sound spergy and suspicious, like you’re trying to hide something unflattering about yourself. If she’s a real deal doll, then one CQ followed by one A&A is all that’s necessary, allowing you to gracefully segue into surrendering a sincere answer to her questions without losing alpha bed-cred.

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Your Daily Asshole Game


It’s funny cuz it’s true.

This is one of those memes that is easily transferable to real life application. Say a sassy girl gives you lip about only dating rock stars (or tall men, or whatever). You shoot back, “ya well I prefer girls who are pretty”. She’ll fume, but she won’t feel indifferent towards you, and that’s a springboard to romance, gentlemen!

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Distinguished Gentleman Game

Let’s say you’re a distinguished gentleman. You’ve reached middle life with a string of accomplishments to your name buttressing an unshakeable self-confidence. You handle your social affairs with a relaxed poise. That crucial ZFG attitude comes to you naturally now, a product of experience and genuine unconcern for the opinions of others on the subject of your worth as a man. How would your relations with women change? A reader writes,

There is a guy on FB who is in his 50s.  He’s in a punk band from back in the day, so he has fans and groupies.  He has a cute but not beautiful girlfriend with a nice body maybe half his age.  He refers to her as “my current girlfriend” or “the current girlfriend.”  He does it offhandedly like it is totally normal.  Nice.

“The current girlfriend”. That’s a fine dread neg right there. Women love a man who challenges their complacency and impels them to battle day and night, year upon year, to earn his devotion.

The answer to the question “How would a distinguished gentleman’s Game change?” is this: It wouldn’t. Game is applied charisma, and male charisma never goes out of style.

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Pencil Sketch Man

Has Skittles Man met his aloof and indifferent match in the form of Pencil Sketch Man, or is this just a try-hard underemployed hipster beta male placating his demanding girlfriend on the cheap?


My favorite comment was from someone who zoomed in on the boyfriend’s self-portrait and wrote “when u nut but she keep suckin”.

My initial reaction is ALPHA. Pencil sketches are part of a school of seduction that emphasizes the value of small, cheap, unique, sentimentally romantic gifts to girls over large, expensive, hackneyed, commercially romantic gifts. But is Pencil Sketch Man as ZFG towards his beloved as Skittles Man was to his lovely? (Recall that Skittles Man gave his girlfriend a bag of Skittles for her birthday, and she loved him so much for it she put finger to keyboard and revealed to the world that more than one woman loved her Skittles Man.)

I’d normally hesitate to put someone like Pencil Sketch(y) Man in the same tingle-manufacturing league as Skittles Man — after all, it requires more effort to sketch even a creepy child-like facsimile of your girlfriend than it does to buy her a bag of candy — until I read this from the girlfriend’s sister:

“i think she was super cool about it which makes it all the more puzzling.”

Puzzling….for her. Not at all puzzling to regular guests of the Chateau.

VERDICT: Gina tingles activated.


tteclod adds,

If the sketch is remotely accurate, then I don’t know why he invested the effort.

This would be a strong case for demoting Pencil Sketch Man from the Skittles Hall of Game.

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Sincerity is over-employed by groveling betas and under-utilized by arrogant cads. Sincerity is a potent seduction device, but only when used sparingly, and at unexpected moments.

Vulnerability Game (which is really a Game subroutine that no good badboy should leave the masturbatorium without) is a specialized application of Sincerity Game. Whatever your intention, a girl will perceive your expression of manly vulnerability as coming from a place of uncompromised sincerity, (as long as you aren’t smirking the whole way through).

Dropping a hot wet load of sincerity on a girl’s awestruck physiognomy after hours playfully teasing her, taunting her, and transgressing her expectations of gentlemanly behavior is the seduction equivalent of Trump’s “only Rosie O’Donnell” massive crushing of an SJW-gynecracy shit test.

I long ago learned that one of the best moments to downshift into sincerity is when the girl is insistent about knowing your sexual success rate with women (and, related, your plans for her). For instance,

GIRL: “Oh, with that smirk, I bet you were a hit with the ladies, hmm?”

HADES’ HERALD: “I don’t like to brag.”

The “I don’t like to brag” quip is dynamite with the right fuse. Don’t cripple the delivery with a tension-relieving cocky smile. Say it deadpan, like you really hate bragging about yourself. The power of the line is contained within the implied admission that you clean up with women, and contained without by the aesthetics of asserting, with genuine feeling, that you value discretion over braggadocio.

PS A Reddit user believes he has uncovered evidence that Angela Merkel is intentionally allowing ISIS to operate in the EU.

PPS Another Sincerity Game gem: If a girl tells you she’s a journalist, ask with all sincerity, “Is that just a gig until you find something better?” Works well on any gogrrl who believes her chosen career defines her as a woman.

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A quick story about the power of the uninhibited approach. This one time (in cad camp), a girl crossing my path on the sidewalk strongly resembled a girl I was dating, at least in profile and from the back. So much so that I thought she was my girl, and I hurried forward to catch up with her and deliver a warm greeting. She hadn’t seen me when I trotted into her view and said “Hey!” inflected with an intimate, and confident, familiarity.

From her vantage, this was a cold pickup attempt. From my vantage, I thought I was saying a surprise hello to a girl I was banging. For a flickering second, we eyed each other with disbelief — her trying to figure out why I introduced myself, and me suddenly realizing she wasn’t the girl I was dating at the time.

Then an odd turn occurred in the plot line. Instead of furrowing her brow with annoyance at the bother, or promptly dismissing my accidental approach, she parried my ‘hey!’ with an equally friendly and intimate ‘oh, hi!’, and stood still, planted to the sidewalk in front of me, looking like she was expecting more consent-defying magic to spring from my prolix tongue.

This girl was in it to see if I would win it. My instinct switched from ‘I should tell this girl I thought she was someone else’ to ‘Wait a sec….she thinks I’m hitting on her…and she’s open to it!’. Now aroused by the opportunity before me of fresh cleft, I hesitated to exit our fortuitous rendezvous with a curt explanation for my impudence. During what must have been just a couple seconds but felt like an eternity, I considered my next course of action….I could easily springboard from my accidental hello to deliberate pickup banter….but at the last decided to take the noble — or less adventuresome — route and excused myself on the wispy adieu of mistaken identity.

The scene reminded me of a truth about women and pickup that guests of the Chateau should know by heart. For all the talk of tactics and logistics and hurdling last minute resistance, indubitably all of it a valuable store of knowledge to the aspiring womanizer, one rule governs them all: the man who says something will always get further with women than the man who says nothing.

The world of women will only open to men brave enough to trek it. If you never invade a woman’s safe space, she’ll never post hoc rationalize your invasion as her invitation. Women’s safe spaces are essentially self-fulfilling until a man with a set of steel ones decides they aren’t.

This girl I thought was someone else had no idea I greeted her under false assumptions, yet the confident familiarity with which I made my existence known to her lithesome universe sparked something primal in her: a welling up of ancient desire that the expectations of modern society successfully suppresses most of the time. I’m sure vanishingly few men have ever cold cocka-ed her like that on the sidewalk. When one man did, it stirred a longing every woman shares to be the lust object of a man who takes what he wants. My accidental entitlement reminded me that deliberate entitlement remains the essential provocation of women’s romantic curiosity.

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