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There is a relatively new class of troll who bears a striking resemblance to the well-known “concern troll”, but who is in some respects far more insidious in his methodology and ability to derail comment threads on blogs devoted to the teachings of the charisma arts. I call this new breed the “game contradictions troll”.

A classic example of the game contradictions troll is this comment by “The Shrike” (who may not necessarily be an insincere troll, but whose complaint nonetheless serves as an ideal representative of the sort of comment a game contradictions troll would leave).

A lot of sound advice in this post. It looks like the author is slowly shifting away from the unabashed, detached Lothario pose to a more conservative outlook on life. Conservative values are not my own, but it seems that this is a more consistent approach when it comes to the opinions often professed by the author and most of the commenters here. A recurrent theme is the impending collapse of the Western civilization, largely caused by female hypergamy. The majority seems to abhor the fact modern women ride the proverbial “cock-carousel”, seemingly forgetting that no amount of game would be effective against uptight prudes who only ever do it after marriage, and only to procreate.

Game contradictions trolls thrive on a studied ignorance or disavowal of the true fact of life that there are different standards for the sexes, and that these standards are not set by men, but by nature, and men merely conform to these sexual market standards and rationalize their fairness (or unfairness) when it suits them, (we are not a rational species, we are a rationalizing species).

No one on this board has claimed that female hypergamy is the prime cause of Western decline. Female hypergamy is one of those differing sexual market standards that apply to women and not to men, and that can’t be wished away. The assertion often made at CH is that female hypergamy is a real phenomenon, and it is best to accept the reality of it and MAKE IT WORK FOR YOU rather than shake your fist ineffectually at it in hopes women magically cure themselves of their evolved desire to mate with, and extract the commitment of, the highest status men that their looks can realistically afford.

Riding the cock carousel is NOT necessarily a manifestation of female hypergamy. The cock carousel is the consequence of socially atomized anonymous urban environments coupled with contraceptives and economic self-sufficiency providing cover and incentive for women to indulge the part of their sexuality that yearns for dominant, charming, jerkboy cads who are hard to pin down into committed relationships. This is not female hypergamy fulfilled, but female hypergamy THWARTED, as it is the Darwinian directive of every woman to land the most desirable alpha man and to KEEP HIM AROUND.

There is an interesting clash of contradicting attitudes here. Not arguments between different posters, but internally inconsistent opinions voiced by the same people. Game is still a hallowed topic, not to be touched with a mortal hand, but it runs counter to the otherwise conservative leanings of the commenters. A stable family-unit, also much cherished around here, is mutually exclusive to widespread promiscuity exemplified by men who “game” women, and women who are willing to play along.

Another category error made often and reliably by trolls and anti-game haters. “Game” is not synonymous with promiscuity, although game certainly aids the pursuit of promiscuity if that is what is desired. A man could just as easily use game — aka learned charisma — to meet, seduce, date, and when the time is right, marry the most beautiful oneitis he has ever laid eyes on. I wouldn’t recommend it, but there you go.

Ultimately, there is a choice to be made if a man is to be congruent at the most basic level. Either champion a virtuous society where loyalty matters a lot, and people pair up with the intention of forming serious relationships. Or support the cad lifestyle where jumping from one woman to the next without any consideration is the norm.

Men have a longer SMV window than women and bear a smaller cost for each act of copulation than do women, which means in practice each man can, and should, get some romantic experience under his belt (heh) and then marry, if he wishes to marry, a younger woman. The fact of biologically grounded sex differences which aren’t going anywhere means that cadding about is always going to be less psychologically, reproductively and emotionally expensive for men than slutting around will be for women.

If it’s the latter, then it’s difficult to blame women for trying to do the same.

First, most women aren’t interested in doing the same, despite transparently try-hard protestations to the contrary by fat, bitter feminists. Second, it’s not difficult to blame the women trying to emulate the lifestyle of the alpha male cad for their short-sightedness. Different sex-based standards in the sexual market, and different sex-based psychosexual temperaments, are an emergent fact of life, not a directive handed down by the invisible pimp hand of the patriarchy.

If it’s the former, then much of the game concept goes out the window, though some aspects of getting a chosen female interested presumably are still useful.

How about, “game gives men the tools to successfully attract and keep women in sexual and emotional relationships.” There. That’s not so hard now, is it?

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The Joy Of Game

I don’t think it gets told often enough here at Le Chateau, but Game, when executed with flair and precision, can be quite a joy to experience, both for the giver of Game and the receiver of Game. Reader Lichtof supplies an anecdote which demonstrates this truism about the crimson arts.

Girl at work – she’s 25..I’m 37..she had a history of not getting her timesheet in on time. This week she did

9.27 Me : Timesheet- boooooooo! Hiss!!
9.29 Her: Are you unhappy that its already done?
9.37 Me: Yes – now I can’t bug you
9.39 Her: LOL – I’ll try to slack off next time
9.42 Me: I can only handle predictability
9.43 Her: Gotta keep you on your toes!
9.45 Me: And there’s no beer left (in staff kitchen)
9.45 Her: I drank it all. Dark times here at (firm’s name)
9.55 Me: Not into dark beer but (bar name) has a grolsch – we will go sometime – wait haven’t I been here before?

Within minutes she was by my desk and 2 hours later asked me to lunch.

I bet you smiled reading this. A skilled seduction has an almost harmonic lilt to the ear. Flirtation is the poetic transmogrification of primitive desires. Notice, too, how a man with tight game energizes a woman, and summons the best of her; namely, her playfulness. A woman who is fortunate to be the lust object of a man with a nimble tongue and mischievous squint is a woman eager to relinquish her resting bitch face to the full flowering of her feminine soul.

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I’m beginning to think Donald Trump enjoys the company of so many beautiful women in his life because he has charisma and TIGHT GAME, as opposed to simply resting on his laurels and passively gathering gold-diggers with his wealth. The evidence for my belief keeps piling up.

This was Trump’s response after the debate in which unserious aggrocunt airhead Megyn Kelly tried to take him out with that stodgy Hivemind “war on women” shibboleth.

TRUMP: Well, I just don’t respect her as a journalist, I have no respect for her. I don’t think she’s very good, I think she’s highly overrated. But when I came out there, you know — what am I doing? I’m not getting paid for this. I go out there, and they start saying this stuff [garbled]. But you know, I didn’t know there’d be 24 million people. I knew it was going to be a big crowd because I get crowds, I get ratings. They call me the ratings machine. So I have, you know, she gets out and she starts asking me all sorts of ridiculous questions, and you could see there was blood coming out of her eyes, blood coming out of her … wherever. But in my opinion, she was off base.

Trump just reframed the misogyny accusation against him as a judgment on MegYn Kelly’s emotional instability. In verbal form, he titty-twisted her and then cracked some walnuts on her quivering manjaw.

You know what you didn’t hear in Trump’s reply? Prostrate Apologia. Cuckservatives, take note.

Trump has Game in spades.

Tks for link to Lemon interview.  He does some unprecedented things.  First, he runs the interview.  He rejects questions and re-directs: “None of your business; what do you care?”.  Lemon is actually forced to behave like an unbiased actor– he simply asks questions and hopes for answers (like an actual old school journalist as opposed to narrator).  To his credit, Trump rewards him with answers– when he chooses.  Second, he aims at his enemies’ greatest weakness– their stature.  Will is ‘dour’– Krauthammer has an agenda.  Megyn Kelly is a lightweight.  Chris Wallace is a pale imitation of his father.  Deadly stuff that destroys the credibility of these people is a way they’ve never before encountered.  What he says about Luntz is both believable and devastating– he destroys the man and his whole pathetic business model. He’s ripped down the facade in a way Gingrich only experimented with in 2012.

“Re-directs” means, in Game lingo, “reframes”. Trump is a master at putting all his antagonists in the defensive crouch, where pussy tingles and pussboy deference are born.

Meanwhile. cur-cuckservative Erick Erickson, fat and womanly to the bone, disinvited Trump from his circle jerk of cabana goys. You see, for the typical cuckservative, nursing their oneitis for sexually unavailable masculine lawyercunts is a reflex they can’t control, like flopping on their back and exposing their underbellies for the teeth and claws of their betters.

No worries, though. Trump’s game is multi-purpose, useful for marrying a string of leggy blondes and for smashing uppity shitlibs. Freelancer Skarp Hedin agrees that Trump has Game.

The guy has done it. He walked right through the War on Women canard. I am ashamed I doubted him. And not only that he took off on the losers by calling them “deviant(s)” which is the perfect description for the Cultural Left. They are sexually and morally and intellectually deviant: tearing down the family, the Churches and the culture.

May The Trumpenkrieg grind them wailing into the dust.

Mr. Trump made Megyn Kelly look really bad — she was a mess with her anger and totally caught off guard. Mr. Trump said “blood was coming out of her eyes and whatever” meaning nose, but wanted to move on to more important topics. Only a deviant would think anything else. This related to the debate, which because of Mr. Trump had 24 million viewers — the biggest in cable news history. According to TIME, Newsmax, Drudge Report, The New York Times, The Washington Post, The Hill and many others, Mr. Trump won the debate. By the way, the guy (Erick Erickson) who made the decision about RedState called Supreme Court Justice David Souter a “goat [expletive] child molester” and First Lady Michelle Obama a “Marxist Harpy.” He was forced to make a humbling apology. Also, not only is Erick a total loser, he has a history of supporting establishment losers in failed campaigns so it is an honor to be uninvited from his event. Mr. Trump is an outsider and does not fit his agenda. Many of the 900 people that wanted to hear Mr. Trump speak tonight have been calling and emailing—they are very angry at Erickson and the others that are trying to be so politically correct. To them Mr. Trump says, “We will catch you at another time soon.”

Read more at: http://www.nationalreview.com/corner/422272/trump-hits-back-only-deviant-would-think-anything-else-alexis-levinson

And THIS! “We will catch you at another time soon.” Is one of the great English sentences. It is a promise to his friends and an ominous warning to his enemies. It also breaks out of the stagnant grammar of the elite and cuts right to the motherfucking chase.

I think that might be the most refreshing thing about Trump: he is ok with enemy/foe relationships.

“I hate like the gates of Hades the man who says one thing and holds another in his heart.” Achilles Iliad 9.314.

To hate your enemies is as natural as to love your friends. Trump is doing things no cuckservative shitheel has done in ages: He is drawing battle lines, and proudly putting his enemies on notice. This is why he polls so high. The nation yearns for a leader with a pair. It’s been too long since the people’s representative was anything other than a soundbite dribbling, deflated scrote.

Trump does not back down when the Hivemind swarms. There’s another lesson there for the mass of sniveling beta males.

“For all of the people who were looking forward to Mr. Trump coming, we will miss you,” [Trump’s] campaign said. “Blame Erick Erickson, your weak and pathetic leader.”

Trump is wielding the shiv like a surgeon. Hell, the guy has a claymore he swings to hew faint-hearted pajama boys in two when he wants to add dramatic flourish. The Trumpening is a beautiful thing to behold. I hope it lasts.

PS You think there isn’t a cabal of oligarchs quaking in their peep-toes over Trump? Big Donors Ordered GOP Candidates Before Debate: Take Out Trump.

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200+ comments from readers eager to take on the latest “Test of Your Game” challenge, and it is yer ‘umble shiv-sharpener’s duly considered opinion that many excellent responses (and some awful ones, for flavor) were offered up for Chateau judgement.

Recall the parameters:

Need game advice. Buying condoms. Cashier is very cute hard 8. Buying only condoms because I have a sex life and do, in fact, need them. But could always use more plates. I’m 40; she’s 26.

What is my funny opener to the sales clerk ringing up my condoms?

Store is nearly empty. Would be easy to chat her up. Ask her to come help me try them out? Just say “come get coffee with me on your break”? Also I live 3 minutes from here. She’d get the benefit of three orgasms if she’s lucky enough to come with me to my pad.

Box o’ condoms. Cute, younger cashier. Near-vacant store. Favorable logistics. What do you do?

da GBFM lzzzzzzzzlzlz™ takes a whack at it.

true story:

DA GBFM: does u have two dozen extra magnum magna cum ladue XXXL condomsz? and a phone numberz?

lzozozozolozozooz

Direct, confident, funny… and unlikely to succeed. But it will provide great entertainment for anyone who happens to be waiting next in line at the register.

condom rating: 3 out of 5 standard issue trojans.

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Anonymous writes,

ALWAYS make a pickup/number attempt. “Here, put your number in my iPhag.” Then test it to make sure that she didn’t give you a fake number.

If you actually say the word “iPhag”, your game is Winning.

condom rating: 3 out of 5 ribbed for her pleasure.

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cukn fapn goes for the funny bone,

“Excuse me, where’s the fitting room?”

There’s a good chance she’ll laugh, and if she’s laughing, her vagina is presenting.

condom rating: 4 out of 5 pig bladder rubbers.

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Oberyn Martell, another comedian,

*Drop condoms*

“If this doesn’t work out, you happen to be a sitter on the side?”

The dumber girls might not get this right away.

condom rating: 2 out of 5 red and green seasonal specials.

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walawala gets risque,

“I’m just on my way to a kids party, I blow them up and make animals out of them…”

When she starts laughing say…I’m a magician I could use an assistant…

Take it from there.

This is the first serious attempt at converting the humorous opener into a pickup segue. Very good. Downside: As another commenter mentioned, associating kids with condoms could backfire.

condom rating: 5 out of 5 rosemary-scented Yankee condoms.

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Jack H goes balls to the wall,

Rip the flap off the box and tell her to write her number on it.

This would take some brass ones, but there’s potential. You don’t even have to wait for an indicator of attraction from her. A routine like this would surprise and intrigue her instantly.

condom rating: 5 out of 5 warming sheaths.

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Tittysac McGee remembers that sometimes the best game is the least expected game.

While sporting shit eating grin:

Do you have these in extra small?

Clownish self-deprecation can work wonders in some situations.

Condom rating: 3 out of 5 extra large.

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“N” opens a line of communication to the female hindbrain,

Buy like four packs and confess that you were just released from prison.

Heh. A depressing number of girls will bite on this.

condom rating: 5 out of 5 ex-con edition condoms (XL reservoir tip)

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shartiste grounds everyone reading this,

Opening with any kind of joke or reference to the condoms might sound funny in an internet comment section but comes off as a bit try hard and corny IRL.

Just game as usual and let the condoms give some built in sexual tension.

This is the sensible approach suited for the average beta male. Running regular game against an unspoken backdrop of a box of condoms is not only funny, it’s tension-building.

condom rating: 3 out of 5 two-ply baby-stoppers.

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Benny Profane, living up to his name,

Put condoms on counter. Maintain direct eye contact while taking a dump on floor.

I laughed. She won’t.

condom rating: 0 out of 5 rubbers with poked holes.

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Who says you need to speak? asylum writes,

Say nothing and smile with your best James Bond smirk.
Laconic = winner
I presume you shop there often, so you’ll see her again, and she will remember you.

Just don’t break that smirk or that eye contact prematurely in a fit of giggles, or the jig is up.

condom rating: 4 out of 5 silent sausage sheaths.

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Fredrik, on subliminal seduction,

Ask hows her evening is and make small talk while buying the condoms, then after the condoms are purchased while holding the condoms in your hand ask her if shes free tonight? and tell her that she seems like a cool person.Make eye contact all the time and tap the condom packet like a slow beat into the palm of your other hand while asking.

Note: No need for jokes here, simply ask her out with the condoms in hand. Thats more than funny enough, but you have to have very high self esteem to pull it off in the correct charming way. You have to send of the signal that you are serious, but at the same time you obviously have great humour and confidence. I like my comment so much I might in fact go and try this out for myself.

If you have the acting class chops to pull this off, I could easily see the girl slowly grinning and asking what your deal is. Then the road is wide open.

condom rating: 5 out of 5 nuclear tipped pocket rocket protectors.

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Here’s a game tip for aspiring womanizers that more experienced swains probably already know:

The more a girl mentions her boyfriend — either by name or by label — during the course of a conversation originally unrelated to anything about her boyfriend, the likelier it is she is aroused by your presence and therefore compelled to grasp onto “verbal anchors” that remind her of her ties to her boyfriend so as to alleviate her swelling guilt and, in case things spin out of control, to back-rationalize any cheating she does as outside the realm of her personal responsibility.

I call this the “three boyfriend blurts” rule. I’ve found, unfailingly, that women who plug the word “boyfriend” three times or more into their conversations with me are invariably attracted to me and enjoying my company beyond the bounds of propriety. These are the tell-tale female cues that they are stricken by guilty tingles, and are feeling at once desirous, desirable, and ashamed.

Once I know this, I can construct the flow and direction of our conversation toward more seductive destinations.

Most men are put off when a girl mentions her boyfriend out of the blue and worse, over and over, but they should really consider it a seduction opportunity. When a girl wedges a discordant declaration of the existence of her boyfriend into her rambling train of thought multiple times, the odds of illicit romantic closure with a charming interloper rise commensurate to the number of boyfriend blurts. The multiple boyfriend blurts are less warnings to other men than they are signals to approach her from an angle, because “taken” girls spook easily, like horses.

There’s only one exception to this rule, and it’s a weak exception, hardly belying the general observation: Some girls — particularly high maintenance BPD drama queens — who have fallen for a new guy will declare it from the rooftops on the flimsiest pretexts. However, this stage of try-hard infatuation usually lasts for a few weeks, two months tops, and they are more pliable to a supple seduction than their protestations to the contrary would suggest.

Girls who truly love their boyfriends, who are low infidelity risks, and who are secure in the knowledge that their boyfriends love them back, will be noted for the *absence* of mentions they make of their boyfriends. Paradoxical at first consideration, it makes sense upon reflection… a committed woman in love feels no need to prop up her own sexual loyalty to her boyfriend nor feels much need to artificially inflate via verbal incantation the sexual loyalty of her boyfriend.

For this reason, it’s almost a welcome convenience to hear the anxious staccato blurts of a “””taken””” woman instead of the opaque discretion of a legitimately taken woman who feels little psychic tension to announce her disengagement from the dating market.

Best of all, of course, is to hear no reference to a boyfriend, but even that is no guarantee you wouldn’t play the unknowing part of the furtive rendezvous lover.

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Face-Saving Recovery Game

A good test of your game is how well you handle your image when you’re thrown a curve ball by an impish cosmic overseer.

Reader dirkdiggly relays an excellent demonstration of face-saving recovery game.

O/t but amusing all the same: had a great reframe/lemonade from lemons experience at the library today.

Cutie in a glass windowed study room catches my eye as I walk past. I smirk big at her, only to walk right into a concrete pillar (slowly, but it hurt nonetheless). Reeling from sudden shame and pain on display, I pulled a fist dramatically down from the sky with a mouthed “yusssss” and then made the “call me?” gesture. She laughed hard, recovered, and…blew me a kiss!

Charlie Chaplin silent movie game?

What do women love?

Well, a lot of things, but they really swoon for

a. unpredictable men,

b. playful men, and

c. men with masterful state control.

dirkdiggly pulled off the trifecta. He did something 99.9% of men wouldn’t do, he did it playfully, and he showed how quickly he was able to recover from an embarrassing social miscue that would have left lesser men (betas) scuttling off in red-faced horror.

All these alpha male traits… together, what do they telegraph to women?

Simple.

ZERO FUCKS GIVEN.

The banner of the charismatic jerkboy.

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Commenter natphilosopher asks (trolls?),

I had almost the same experience 30 odd years ago, only I was driving when I spotted her, and barely recovered with a Bond-like maneuver in my red RX-7.
Led to I still remember fondly that-very-evening. Erin if you’re out there… you’d be too old for me now.

But CH: you don’t remark on the obvious thing this transmits, which is kind of opposite your point. It obviously begins with her literally turning your head, to the point where you missed something you obviously wouldn’t ordinarily, thus demonstrating to her that you really, no fooling, find her special. Which kind of implies you do give a fuck about her, no?

Ok, how many CH readers are on the spectrum? Raise your hands, I need to get a head count so I know how many times I need to repeat basic concepts and bang my hand against my forehead until I black out.

I keed, I keed. But seriously, you guys are overthinking irrelevancies. Aspiring to EPIC LEVEL ZERO FUCKS GIVEN alpha maleness doesn’t mean becoming a blind monk immune to the charms of women.

ZFG alphas love women, love their sexiness and their pretty faces and feminine demeanors, and sometimes like to let their raging desire run wild. This fact of life is in no way contradictory to one of the prime game directives to show “active disinterest” toward women you want to bed, at least early on when women are judging your sexual market worth.

Think of it this way: You aren’t a eunuch who never lets women know your sexual intentions. But you are a man with illimitable options (or a man who has crafted an image of one having illimitable dating options) who impresses women with the attitude that you can TAKE HER OR LEAVE HER. That’s the pure energy of the alpha male attitude. You show interest in women, AND you show a willingness to walk, through a number of behavioral cues, when you aren’t getting what you want out of the interaction.

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Dirty Randy wonders how to evade a typical substance-free leftoid attack.

You can see the Hivemind formulating their comeback: “They must be Stormfronters.” What’s the proper way to respond? Ignore and plow? Agree and amplify?

A number of game concepts could work here.

Agree&Amplify

“You’re gonna love my jackboots kicking you in your nutless sack.”

Ignore&Plow

“Answer the question. What do you think of the black on white rape stats? Do you deny them?”

Reframe the ad hominem

“Beats being a member of the gaypedoface club.”

Increase The Voltage

“You must be wearing a buttplug right now. Do you take it out for a breather once in a while?”

Patronize Your Enemy

“Why are you so afraid of honest discussion?”

Dismissive Mastery

“Gay”

I’m sure the more skilled game practitioners in the studio audience could come up with a few more effective counterattacks. It shouldn’t be hard. What the hell kind of semantic weaponry do shitlibs have besides squealing like stuck piglets and stamping their wee hooves with DEFCON 1 butthurt?

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FYI, the Chateau Heartiste blog recently passed 70 million total views.

Too bad it’s not a dollar per view. :sad:

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