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Confounding The Cocktease

If you’ve been around enough women in your life, you’ll have come across a most frustrating subspecies of the sex: the manipulative exhibitionist, aka the cocktease. Anonymous writes,

Happened to a friend of mine. She let him touch her everywhere but nothing more. When he gave up, she lured him back, only to play the same game again, for months. Don’t waste your time with such women, or improve your game to prevent these games.

The worst reaction a man can have to the unique predations of the cocktease is gullibility. Like Charlie Brown trying to kick the football Lucy is holding for him, the cocktease will never let you make solid contact. Keep hoping for a different outcome with her, and keep getting stymied right at the moment your blue balls have hit maximum pressure.

You have to stop pulling her toward you, and start pushing away from her. Redoubling your efforts to get in her pantsuit will only lead to the same detente: her stringing you along by the short and curlies, and then giving you the Heisman when you think you’ve breached her perimeter defenses.

A few CH words of wisdom on the cocktease, which should help clear any man’s mind about the nature of his antagonist.

The worst of the Manipulative Exhibitionist girls are power-tripping narcissists who love inciting sexual arousal in men, but especially in men with whom they have no reciprocal romantic interest. I.e., the classic cocktease, on roids. This is important, because the ME girl’s feeling of control and power over men would be harder to sustain in the presence of a man who likewise aroused her own curiosity.

The Power Tripper ME girl loves the reaction of sex-struck beta males driven to catatonic impotence, but she loves even more the consequent opportunity to put those betas in their places. This is why more than a few Power Trippers are past-peak women in their late 20s and early 30s; she is the woman in dire need of reassurance that she still has the slut stuff to play bumbling betas for marionettes.


The cocktease’s ideal man would be someone she approaches first, but who doesn’t flirt back. He just stands there being amused by her antics, making her work harder and harder for his attention, until his value is outsized in her mind. One step forward, two steps back, is his motto for dealing with cockteases. And then when the time is ripe, he pushes hard for the close, leaving her little head space to rationalize yet another coquettish escape.

The cocktease doesn’t want you to chase her; that will only embolden her to greater depths of cockteasery. The only intervention that breaks the cocktease’s spell is non-intervention.

When she lures you back….don’t bite. Brush her off and later offer a rescheduled meeting on your timetable and at the place of your choosing. This will screen out the cockteases who truly have no interest in you and are just using you for ego thrills. What the cocktease least wants to do is make an effort, so if you have made her work a little for you she’s more likely to drop her act and get real.

When she lets you touch her….don’t bother. Your active disinterest will drive her crazy, and she’ll overcompensate by coming onto you harder to provoke a flirtatiously sloppy reaction from you. State control is your best friend when in the company of a cocktease.

When she’s coming onto you to provoke your ardor…..push her away. “Whoa, not so fast. I like to be wined and dined first.” Or, “What are you running here, a brothel?” You get the idea. You want to frame the situation as one in which you’re the prize and she’s the ho who can’t control herself around you.

The Confound the Cocktease strategy is basically flipping the seduction script. The better you are at psychologically manipulating a cocktease to believe she’s chasing you for your approval (and romantic interest), the quicker the cocktease will stop manipulating you for external validation.

Tell your friend to give it a go, and report back to us.

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May-December Game

For May-December alpha cads, the best gambit to pick up much younger women is this disqualification line: when she starts to think you may be flirting with her, gently chide, “Don’t get the wrong idea, you’re too young for me.”

9 out of 10 naifs will react by proving they’re not too young for you.

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Challenging Girls To Impress You

There’s no greater arousal trigger of women’s lust than a man who challenges them to be better women. Or more interesting women.

Women love love love the thought of having to work hard to meet a man’s standards because the challenge indicates the man has dating options (which is sexy) and women like to know they are alluring to men for reasons that go beyond their faces and bodies.

I was meeting a girl at a cafe for a date. This was one of those places that has wrought-iron two-seater tables, with just enough room for a tea cup and saucer, and a slyly presented mid-conversation condom. Pro-tip: those iron cafe tables are chick crack. Girls think they’re so romantic.

I wasn’t feeling great, very tired, sad! She arrived a bit after I did, and when she settled in, she began chatting up a storm. Under the weather, I could barely muster head nods and inquisitive grunts in reply. Sensing an imbalance in the force, she paused to ask with visible concern, “You don’t say much, do you?”

The laconic man is quite attractive to a woman primarily because his terseness induces a dread in her which has her wondering if he doesn’t feel motivated by her looks to bother impressing her with a fusillade of verbal prestidigitation. This wasn’t the situation here. I just didn’t have my stuff. Explaining myself, I answered ingenuously, “I dunno….I can be wordy when I’m inspired.”


She caught her breath, leaned back in her chair and then forward with theatrical relish, and said “Huh.”

When a girls says “huh”, you can assume there are a thousand other unspoken words attached to that utterance, and most of them are rationalizations for her growing intrigue with the pleasure of your company.

She added, after a lengthy beat, “Are you not feeling inspired now?”, and that was my cue to shift the gears into overdrive.

I don’t want any reader to get the idea that one throwaway line can take a first date from chat to hammerjack in an instant. That would be silly. But these little throwaway lines, each crafted meticulously or unintentionally as manifest indicators of a man’s sexyasfuck mate value, add up over the course of a courtship, and taken in aggregate produce the effect of lubing a girl’s mind to entertain and ultimately expect her akimbo surrender to his cylindrical timber.

That’s the power of offering a challenge to a woman, or of disqualifying a woman, implicit or otherwise. She can’t #resist the limbic bait. Few men do this. Those who do reap a girlwind. I hadn’t intended to encourage my date to question her worth to me, but that’s what my glib explanation for my lexical leanness did for her. And when a girl is questioning HER VALUE to YOURS, rather than the usual direction these intersexual on-the-fly assessments go, she is psychologically groomed to look up to you, which brings her halfway to relinquishing herself to a majestic boning.

“What can you bring into my life?”, is the attitude every great womanizer possesses. It’s the ultimate flipping of the script.

Self-regard is male T and A.

Communicating an adherence to standards is male shapeliness.

Assuming the sale is male swayback.

Asking more from women than what they are accustomed to giving is male eyelash batting.

And an impeccable sense of entitlement is male cleavage.

As we men respond autonomically with animal lust in our hearts to T and A, shapeliness, swayback, eyelash batting, and cleavage in women, so too do women respond autonomically with animal lust in their hearts to self-satisfaction, a fondness for conspicuous appraisal, and impertinence in men.

Game, in three words: INSPIRE ME, BABY


Some readers wondered how the rest of the convo played out. Paraphrasing, it went like this:

HER: Are you not feeling inspired now?

ME: I’m open to the possibility.

HER: Maybe you need to worry about inspiring me.

ME: Good news! If I’m inspired, my word count will hit twenty words per minute.

HER: Twenty words per minute? I’m a lucky girl!

ME: You’re already winning me over.

We parried this joke for a bit longer before I changed the subject. It turned out to be a great ice breaker/mood setter/tension releaser. The take-home lesson is that I didn’t shy away from my initial challenge to her; I upped the ante instead, but never without a cheeky self-awareness of what I was doing. When she tried to reflip the script to where she would have hand — by taunting me that I should worry about inspiring her — I didn’t take the bait, get defensive, or appease her. I throttled her offensive maneuver when I blurted out “good news”, and her attention was recentered back into my frame.


daysofgame says that he’s never picked up girl by being laconic. Maybe I was unclear…I agree with him. I don’t recommend terseness as a viable go-to seduction strategy. True to its definition, a little terseness goes a long way. There are windows during a pickup when fewer words can build sexual tension and reestablish a man’s higher value if it’s flagging from over-exposure, but most of the time I talk, and talk a lot, to stoke a girl’s interest. If anything, confining myself to few words is more mentally draining than letting my nimble tongue rip. A laconic man is attractive to a woman….after he’s said a lot of words to pique her curiosity.

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A Russian pranklord created an app called MakeApp that uses digital magic to strip the makeup from photos of women. The before and after pictures have provoked a worldwide triggering in our slutwalkers. You can ride a dimpled wave of butthurt at the Twatter #MakeApp hashtag. As @Moonman put it,

This guy just negged every thot on the internet, he deserves an award.

The Mass Effect Neg (MEN). See for yourselves:

Gentlemen, we may have found the proton torpedo to drop down narcissistic thots’ thermal exhaust ports. If beta male thirst has created a generation of egomaniac 5s, MakeApp will dry up that thirst and return sanity to the sexual market.

Naturally, feminists are reeling from the COGDIS implanted in them by MakeApp. Feminists are wont to bitch about everything (this is known as cuntplaining), but one complaint in particular is that “””society””” somehow manipulates them into wearing makeup. Well, OK, pussyhatters, if that’s true why are you so ass blasted by an app that removes society’s makeup from your charming mugs? Your negative reaction could almost make a man think your complaints are disingenuous, meant to absolve you of personal responsibility and kvetch about men having objective female attractiveness standards. WHA WHA WHAAAAAT?!?

@chesterbelloc draws the necessary conclusion which highlights what MakeApp signifies about our modern cutthroat, androgynous, antagonistic sexual market:

Never doubt that a man enraged at the misbehavior of a woman can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.

Feminist: “all women are beautiful”
Feminist, after MakeApp: “AACCK, THE RUSE IS UP, BAN THIS APP!!”

Too easy.

It’s amazing what MakeApp can reveal. It’s a powerful app!

The MakeApp algorithm may or may not be entirely accurate, but it’s pretty darned close; close enough to shock the shrike system.

I’ve written about makeup and the limited benefits it confers on women. Bottom line: makeup doesn’t do much to improve women’s looks. Fugs will still be fug with makeup, hotties will still be hot without makeup. Where makeup appears to have the biggest impact is among the fat (sad ‘heh’) middle of the belle curve, giving the 5s and 6s noticeable bumps in facial SMV (important information for fatty fucker blowjob hounds).

The limitations of makeup are obvious: 1. the morning after, and 2. market saturation. Makeup’s boost is less pronounced if all women use makeup (which they do). Makeup won’t increase a woman’s RELATIVE beauty to other women also wearing makeup, but it will make her prettier than her unpainted self. That may be enough to capture a man’s attention…until the morning sun exposes her natural coloring.

Not every woman looks worse after MakeApp. For example:

That’s the power of female youth. Makeup would be redundant on such an exquisite White babe.

The women who see the most benefit from makeup are masculinized manjaws with prominent cheekbones and sunken eyes, who are close to hitting the wall, eg Angelina Jolie. The makeup softens their angularity and lightens their shadows. Beautiful women don’t see much improvement from makeup; their natural beauty is already radiant. Makeup imo helps plain janes and weirdo chicks with odd facial bone substructure that gays and women love to parade on catwalks.

An enterprising womanizer could mass neg every chick in his little black contact list with MakeApp. Butter them up first…”Have you seen this new app? It can’t be real”…then deliver the payload….”no WAY do you look like that without makeup, right?”….and watch a thousand points of slice qualify themselves to you. The return of the post-industrial sexual market to a state of healthy, balanced functioning thanks you for your contribution.

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Gaming Mean Girls

Game can work on middle school girls.

Now that your mind has prematurely (heh) drifted into the gutter, the follow-up context will save your mortal soul from eternal damnation. Reader mindweaponsofragnarok explains,

To show you how long Heartiste has been up:

2011….I’m awed and fascinated, high af on the Red Pill.

My daughter is 13 and having trouble with her female peers. A rich girl name Anna is jerking her around, “I’m your friend, I’m not your friend,” type games.

So I tell my 13 year old kid about Game. I tell her:

“Ignore Anna’s texts, until she sends you a few texts, then reply with one or two words at most, as though you didn’t have time or give a shit to even correspond with her. Trust me, try it!”

CH Poon Commandments V: Adhere to the golden ratio, and VI: Keep her guessing.

Give your woman [ed: or middle school BFF] 2/3 of everything she gives you. For every three calls or texts, give her two back. Three declarations of love earn two in return. Three gifts; two nights out. Give her two displays of affection and stop until she has answered with three more. When she speaks, you reply with fewer words. When she emotes, you emote less. The idea behind the golden ratio is twofold — it establishes your greater value by making her chase you, and it demonstrates that you have the self-restraint to avoid getting swept up in her personal dramas. Refraining from reciprocating everything she does for you in equal measure instills in her the proper attitude of belief in your higher status. In her deepest loins it is what she truly wants.


True to their inscrutable natures, women [ed: and middle school BFFs] ask questions they don’t really want direct answers to. Woe be the man who plays it straight — his fate is the suffering of the beta. Evade, tease, obfuscate. She thrives when she has to imagine what you’re thinking about her, and withers when she knows exactly how you feel. A woman may want financial and family security, but she does not want passion security. In the same manner, when she has displeased you, punish swiftly, but when she has done you right, reward slowly. Reward her good behavior intermittently and unpredictably and she will never tire of working hard to please you.

She did it, and Anna came to heel. She then used Game on boys, too, she used it on everyone. It was like I handed the kid a weapon and the answer to all social interaction became Game.

You opened Glandora’s Box for her. This is a dangerous power to give a flowering daughter.

However, she was also kind of a brat, but I sure as hell was NOT a beta daddy. I wouldn’t give her what she wanted, and she would wish death on such on me, and I would just laugh and say, “Whatever.” She would threaten all sorts of things, and i would just shut her out.

This was absolutely the best thing to do. The worst thing would have been to show weakness. She accused me of having no feelings at all. I would say, “That’s a good thing, LOL!”

Now she’s 19 years old and doing quite well.

For young daughters on the cusp of their formative years, Game save them from mean girls and preen boys. Or, it can turn them into femme fatales. The power of Game to warp female sexuality and self-entitlement is something to behold, because women live and breathe on their ability to jockey for intra-sex status through gossip, slander, and innuendo. Game can amplify all these traits in women, providing them with a better defense but also a thermonuclear offense. The wise daddio tempers his daughter’s growing power and keeps her grounded with tiny seeds of self-doubt, because the truth is that bloated female self-esteem is far more corrosive to the dating and marriage markets than is high male self-esteem.

Good to hear for this reader, his daughter learned just enough to exert active influence over her social life but not too much to make a lot of enemies and attract fly-by-night cads.

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Guilt Trip Game

For perfectly understandable reasons I won’t elaborate here, I had left an undisclosed location wearing a badly mismatched shirt and pants. No chance to change into something more sexually harassing, I went to an event where a late 20s woman standing near me leaned over to state the obvious.

“You know, your shirt and pants don’t match.”

I deadpanned, “What if I told you I’m color blind?”

Glaring at her with feigned offense and raising my eyebrows in expectation of an apology, she stuttered and mouth hanging open replied, “Oh….what, really?”

I pursed my lips and nodded a little.

Her: “Oh god, I’m sorry…..I didn’t mean, I didn’t know that….”. She landed a hand softly on my forearm while apologizing.

Me, smiling like a filthy prankster, “Ha, no, I’m not color blind, I just can’t coordinate my outfits.”

Her, shimmering and glimmering: “WTF is the matter with you! You had me freaking out over here.”

Me: “I was pretty embarrassed by my clothes once I walked by a mirror, but truth is it was totally worth it for the look on your face. Priceless!”


This is what I call Guilt Trip Game, and it works on women because it’s push-pull amped to eleven. She is disqualified for being offensive (the push) and then pulled back by my cheeky revelation. NW European White women with pathological empathobesity running through their veins are particularly susceptible to Guilt Trip Game, and can be driven to howls of subterranean ecstasy by first provoking their guilt and then allowing them the sweet relief of alleviating their guilt.

(It won’t work on low empathy black women, who will mm-hmm and reply, “If you color blind, get yo’self a woman to dress you.”)

It’s the essence of teasing and pleasing women: don’t chase her, make her chase your approval. Teasing of this nature also subcommunicates to a woman that you don’t mind crossing the line of social respectability (aka predictable betabore droning) to fuck with a girl’s expectations, which cues her to your high mate value because her Inner Vagina will whisper through fluttering limbic labia, “this man has to do well with women to happily risk my huffy displeasure”.

This flirtatious vajnette occurred not too long ago, so hopefully the woman involved won’t stumble across this post and recognize her participation. But I just had to tell it, I loved it so.

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From the “tell us dread pillers something new why doncha ya” file: A Faceborg psychonerd insider reveals the psy ops that social media companies engage in to hack your brain’s need for dopaminergic speed.

“I don’t know if I really understood the consequences of what I was saying, because [of] the unintended consequences of a network when it grows to a billion or 2 billion people and … it literally changes your relationship with society, with each other … It probably interferes with productivity in weird ways. God only knows what it’s doing to our children’s brains.”

Dunbar wept.

“The thought process that went into building these applications, Facebook being the first of them, … was all about: ‘How do we consume as much of your time and conscious attention as possible?'”

Porn wasn’t the answer, because the refractory period cuts into the profit margin.

“And that means that we need to sort of give you a little dopamine hit every once in a while, because someone liked or commented on a photo or a post or whatever. And that’s going to get you to contribute more content, and that’s going to get you … more likes and comments.”

“It’s a social-validation feedback loop … exactly the kind of thing that a hacker like myself would come up with, because you’re exploiting a vulnerability in human psychology.”

Corn and Porn is the updated version of Bread and Circuses, but we should expand it to Corn, Porn and Attention Whoring. The term encapsulates the “little dopamine hits” that modern society provides in the form of refined carbs, sexual abundance, and instant ego gratification. The key is the dopamine hits aren’t immediately overwhelming; the good feelings are small at first, but just pleasurable enough to coax continued investment in attaining those hits. Then we get fat, androgynous, anhedonic, and toxically narcissistic until no one is attractive to anyone. And Americans need those dopamine hits more than ever as they become less appealing offline. The cycle accelerates until you have what we see today: a sexual market imploding into rancor, despair, aggressive posturing, and inverted sex-based roles.

“The inventors, creators — it’s me, it’s Mark [Zuckerberg], it’s Kevin Systrom on Instagram, it’s all of these people — understood this consciously. And we did it anyway.”

Is Mark Cuckerspserg the most evil man in the world, or would that be Soros? Or Bezos? Between these three Satan has a run for his money.

So we have a confessional from an insider that the Big Tech industry deliberately hacks the attention whoring algorithm to hook its users, just as a drug dealer would “hack” users with the highs that his product supplies until they become addicted and experience withdrawal when the dopamine hits are stopped.

From observed experience, it’s a safe assumption that the Attention Whore Hack hits women and soyboys hardest. Both are emotionally needy and thrive to an inordinate and often unhealthy degree on external validation by social peers. The Female/Soyboy ego is fragile and requires constant stroking and affirmation of feels, because they secretly fear everything they believe and hold up as worthy of admiration is built on a foundation of lies.

Furthermore, the retreat from establishing family while still in the bloom of youth has left American women unmoored and drifting on a sea of self-doubt; they are easy victims for hacks that give them the sense of purpose and worth that a husband and children used to give women. As for the soyboys, the romantic rejection they have to endure for years before a past-prime careerist shrike deigns to marry them has likewise aggravated their need for validation. They slobber their thirst all over thots for the same reason thots trawl for thirsty Likes: a sense of purpose and worth that someone, anyone, is listening to them, even if only to platonically pat them on their pointy eggheads.

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