How To Tease An Attention Whore (i.e., all women)

Here’s a fun routine I like to pull on girls if I happen to have my camera or my phone’s camera out for use. It’s a Game tactic that works on the principle that no woman can resist the attention whoring allure of a lens. This is true whether the lens is pointed at her or at someone else.

(Example of the latter. I passed by a photographer taking shots of a skinny hipster male with a shock of red hair. He looked so weird that I doubt he’d catch many looks from women if there wasn’t someone taking his picture. Girls who walked past the same photographer from the other direction would invariably glance over, slow down, and even completely stop to watch the proceedings. They were transfixed.)

The tease: Lift your camera or phone up to your eye and aim it at the girl (or girls) you’re with, as if you’re planning to take her picture. As she readies for her close-up (“wait, lemme fix my hair”, “oh no, I’m not in a good light”, “don’t please doooooooon’t…”, “you’re too close! everyone will see my pores”) and preens and primps, you pause, lower the camera bit, frown, and hand-wave her to the side while saying “could you move over, I’m trying to take a shot of that building/flower/car accident/day-old dog shit behind you”.

The “photographer neg”: instant deflation. There’s nothing more seductively savage than taking a girl on an emotional roller-coaster of expectation. She expects to be the star of your show, fluffing herself up for her screen time. Instead, she’s gently brushed aside for a plant or a stone which caught your eye. Now she’ll feel the urge to work ten times harder to earn your attention.

This Game tactic, and others like it, are illustrative of a category of teasing courtship I call the “Beta Switch Technique“. You prime the girl to think you’re about to fall into a predictable pattern of beta male supplication, then you pull the rug from under her, and she’s left wondering if perhaps she thought too much of herself. The mental process she’ll thereafter initiate essentially raises the perception of your mate value at the expense of hers, which is the sexual polarity you want if hot sex and her deep abiding love are your goals.

The lesson is that all successful womanizers are jujitsu masters in the art of turning women’s strengths into weaknesses. Young pretty women are by nature incredible attention whores — it’s not a question of which hottie isn’t an attention whore, but rather which hottie is a tolerable attention whore — and their predilection for assuming the world wishes to fawn over them can leave many a beta male stumbling into a trap of flattery and supplication and appeasement, from which no lonely penis will escape to graze vagina.

The Muff Maestro recognizes women’s strengths, and prepares for it by SUBVERTING the female prerogative at precisely those moments when she expects reflexive beta maleness as the usual response. He redirects her haughty, puffed-up solipsism into a weapon used against her ego, and once her ego is breached a flood of spumy confusion and desire will wash over her loins, greasing the way to a better intimacy.

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This One Weird Trick To Overcome The Age Objection

This mischievous courtship feint is kind of nerdy, but it really works in the SWPLopolises where girls tend to be a little smarter, or at least more concerned about signaling their smarts to demanding alpha males.

When a girl asks how old you are (because you regularly hit on conspicuously younger women), say

“The square root of [X].”

So, if you’re 35, you’d say, “The square root of 1,200.” Tell her to “round up” because “all women prefer an established older man”. Bust her chops and say you’ll add points to her score if she doesn’t use her phone calculator.

Most girls will play along, especially if you frame your challenge less as an earnest invitation to turbocharge a conversation and more as an aloof swipe at her insolence for asking such lame questions.

She’ll guess (usually younger, b/c girls will form-fit you into a suitable male mold if you sufficiently intrigue them), and, as per the usual CH advice, your reply should be something along the lines of “wow, you’re really good at this!” or “well done!”, implying that she nailed your age without ever actually confirming her guess as true or not.

PS: If you look like a spitting image of a math olympiad winner, you might want to field test this baby on a few uninspiring ladies first, and gauge their reactions. I’m thinking that very nerdy-looking men would be mistaken by girls as the type of men who would seriously consider a math question to be appropriate flirting, which would cause the tactic to backfire. Alternately, if the nerdy-looking man projects a flippant self-awareness while delivering the line, women could become interested by the contrast between the outer nerd and his inner ZFG confidence.

PPS There is always an ulterior, goal-directed undercurrent buoying Game techniques. In this instance, the conversation is framed as a challenge to the woman, which psychologically provokes a feeling in her that she has something to prove, which coaxes her into a “chaser” role and alters her perception of the man as having higher mate value than he otherwise would have had he dutifully submitted to the rules of her interrogation.

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Takeaway Game (Celebrity Edition)

Jason Sudeikis picked up hottie Olivia Wilde and eventually made her his fiancee by employing a classic Game technique known as the takeaway.

Olivia recounted,

I remember I was on the dance floor [at an SNL afterparty] and everybody was dancing around me and they just seemed really happy and I was just kinda standing there. … He came up to me and said, “You know, whatever you’re looking for, you don’t need it,” and he just walked away. … He played it really cool.

Very nice. This a a great example of what I call the Three Stage Opener:

1. The cocky approach
2. The ambiguous opener
3. The leave of absence

All three work in concert, reinforcing each stage’s potency. The cocky, confident approach (with based body language) instantly intrigues the woman. She wants to find out if you are what your lion’s stride suggests you are: a predator of pussy.

The ambiguous opener forces the woman to mentally (and emotionally) invest in you. She has to think about what you’re saying, and this raises your value to her because she’s not going to examine the words of a man unworthy of her attention. The best ambiguous openers skirt the line of flattery, playing with hints of sexual interest, but leavened with a subtle backhanded compliment (aka a neg). In this example, Sudeikis has insinuated Wilde is a) hot and b) desperate for validation. It’s really the perfect neg, flush with patronizing amusement, guaranteed to send female rationalization hamsters into orbit.

Finally, the takeaway; the drop the mic move of seduction. Nothing makes a woman hornier or more curious than a man who has made his presence known… and then made it unknown. The sudden detachment — the dread inducement — will drive most women crazy with the need for resolution. I have experienced women CHASING AFTER ME to resolve my unexpected and unannounced departure. The takeaway QUICKLY puts a man in the courtship driver’s seat, and can keep him there a long time with its strategic application as needed. No woman wants to feel like somehow, some way, she turned you off or bored you, and will work hard to prove she can keep your interest.

Meanwhile, low sexual market value Slate feminists can’t even:

Slate’s personnel are divided on whether Sudeikis’ pick-up attempt was creepy, just plain clumsy, or a halfway decent crack at flirtation—Wilde seems to have liked it,

Femcunt tears, they flow like a menstrual discharge.

Flirting with a stranger means imposing yourself on their space and time, with no indication of their disposition or dislikes. That makes for a very fine line between skeevy and sweet.

Yes, flirting means imposing. It’s called BUSTAMOVE, and men who don’t are doomed to incel.

There are no hard-and-fast rules when it comes to romance, but telling a woman what she does or does not need is not a promising start.

Except it is a promising start, as we can see by Olivia Wilde’s swoon and betrothal that betrayed the sisterhood of the ya ya pantsuits.

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The Sex Stare

Try this. Next time you and a woman are walking toward each other, make eye contact and lock it in. Don’t glance away bashfully to return to the scene of the oracular crime. Don’t blink, wink, or unlink your pupils from hers. Dive into her vitreous orbs with a strong, unrelenting, remorseless stare. Not a psychostare. No, no, not like that. No deathbrow furrows or judgmental squints. No wide-open, twitchy, soul-sucking Manson gaze. No salacious leer. Just a confidently casually neutral stare of visual assessment, as if she were a sunset dipping below the ocean horizon, or an odd splotch of graffiti in an unlikely place.

One other thing. If you can hitch the tiniest hint of an approving smile to your stare, all the better.

You will notice something wonderful when you do this. No woman can resist returning your stare. She will relinquish her eyes to the noose of your iris, and won’t try to wriggle free. An inflamed rush of arousal will course through her capillaries instantly, even if you aren’t her “type”. The sex stare, as I call it, isn’t about seductive flirting so much as it is about impudent masculinity — the assertion of visual entitlement and dominance over the female. The dominance is subtextual, a refracted signal of high sexual market value that prompts an equal and complementary reaction; a locked stare is rarely broken by the woman, intolerant as she is to preempting her conscription into a moment of spellbinding pleasure.

A gripping sex stare takes a little practice to get right. Newbs will walk close to the creep line. You will have to battle the urge to look away or break visual rapport with a goofy grin or a flustered introduction. Once you avoid the obvious try-hard pitfalls, it’s a simple task to land the sex stare with a natural’s composure.

The more you do it, the more positively intrigued return stares you’ll get from women. It’s lasciviously linear. This will grow your scrote three sizes, and then you will want to graduate to the big boys’ broadroom: at the threshold, when shoulder-to-shoulder, convert your sex stare into a strategically platonic opener. The contrast between pregnant eyeplay and pallid wordplay will drive your mark to the brink of Tinglegeddon. Contrast is king.

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Exploiting Peeple To Pick Up Girls

Peeple is a new app in a long line of privacy destroying, character assassinating, surveillance state facilitating, attention whore enabling apps that went live recently and promises to hasten the end of Western Civilization.

For those in the dark, Peeple is a human ranking app. Character is currency on Peeple.

When the app does launch, probably in late November, you will be able to assign reviews and one- to five-star ratings to everyone you know: your exes, your co-workers, the old guy who lives next door. You can’t opt out — once someone puts your name in the Peeple system, it’s there unless you violate the site’s terms of service. And you can’t delete bad, inaccurate or biased reviews — that would defeat the whole purpose.

Imagine every interaction you’ve ever had suddenly open to the scrutiny of the Internet public.

Naturally, two nosy broads co-founded the company.

After public outcry, Peeple caved on their initial negative review guidelines and apparently users can now contest posted bad reviews. (Good luck with that.) Also, you have to have a registered Peeple account for negative reviews to show; otherwise only positive reviews are displayed.

Comment from James:

Assuming this app is successful, what new markets would it create or change?

1. phone numbers and email addresses become sacred. A cloaking device which hides numbers/addresses could be installed on each phone. if you’re in proximity to someone else, you could accept that person’s handle name, without ever know their contact details. You or this person could block each other if things turn sour.

2. The demand for multiple names would go up. People will develop separate names for family, friends, work, the State and relationships. This will become a headache for, not only the authorities, but also banks and courts. It will resemble something like the Native American naming system. Pick-up Artists have already figured this out.

3. The demand for social media declines. (I feel like we’ve already reached peak social media, but that’s just me.)

I’ve been saying that full suite anonymizing apps and network privacy solutions with shallow learning curves will be the next big thing, because the market for them is YUGE and untapped. TOR and TAILS and VPNs are great, but they are still only usable by a small minority of tech-savvy customers sufficiently motivated to search for and install these cloaking devices. The average American 1. doesn’t fully grasp the nature of the online threat to his privacy and identity and 2. doesn’t have the time or smarts to grapple with the privacy-enhancing tools currently available.

To any budding entrepreneurs with an interest in cyber anonymizing, this is your moment. A simple, one-click app that can effectively conceal online identity from corporations, government, and psychostalker exes will absolutely COMMAND customer response and loyalty. Why there’s nothing like it yet is a mystery to me.

Anyhow, as James hinted at, Peeple is an exciting new exploit for pickup artists. If Peeple gets a reputation for aliases, then any girl using it would not be able to discern a regular Peepler from a PUA Peepler. Sowing that much confusion allows the sneaky fucker with the 007 alias to operate with plausible deniability. Imagine a girlishly tentative post-coital inquiry: “Your name’s not John?” “Oh yeah, that’s not my real name. You know how it is on Peeple. No one uses their real names.”

Another advantage of Peeple to PUAs is, of course, the ability to manipulate its review system and thus girls’ perceptions. Fake female accounts to add positive rankings to one’s profile would trigger the “preselected by women” algorithm in curious viewers. Or, the aspiring modren womanizer could try the opposite tack and flood his profile with low rankings and conspicuously bitter butthurt reviews that read like the pained regrets of disgruntled ex-girlfriends and puzzled one night stands. This “jerkboy verification” via third party bitching has a powerful effect on spectating girls — especially the younger, hotter, tighter, asshole-adoring girls that every man really wants — who will be drawn, uncontrollably, to a bad man who has left such a lengthy trail of broken hearts.

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Hemaphobia

Hemaphobia is the Greek word for “fear of blood”.

Rakiphobia is the Greek word for “fear of race”.

A classic rhetorical trick used by leftoids is to pathologize the normal, healthy instincts of BadWhites (aka Whites with a functioning self-preservation instinct) with the purpose of ostracizing those crimethinkers from contributing to the public discourse. The winning counterattack to this leftoid rhetoric is to draw attention to their ethnomasochistic/anti-White virtue signaling, social status whoring pathology, using similarly emotion-laden words. Labeling the Left is as critical to mission success as substantive refutation of Leftist beliefs.

This is what COPROP is all about. A winning revolution against a tyranny of lies needs its rhetorical shivs as much as its dialectical shield.

An example of effective COPROP that turns leftoid tactics back on them would be the crafting of smear words that roll off the tongue and imply the recipient is suffering from a mental disorder or a sociopathic compulsion to screw over good people. For instance, a quick and dirty script flip is to substitute the suffix “-philia” to any leftoid term of disparagement.

“xenophilia”

“homophilia”

“dildophilia”

When you target leftoids with these words you will experience the exquisite pleasure of witnessing their child-like egos prolapse in a tantrum of indignation. Their confusion as to how to respond to this novel line of attack will often leave them gibbering like lunatics.

As much as I love taunting shitlibs with the label “xenophilic”, (a slur which hits pay dirt because it is true as well as diagnostically caustic), there is another term which I hope will hit the mainstream consciousness as hard as any leftoid agitprop.

“Hemaphobia”.

Fear of blood, which translates into the vernacular as fear of genetic kinship and aversion to ethnic/racial affinity. A standard representative of the typical platitude-spouting, hemaphobic leftoid would be this woman.

Interviewing my 11 year old on #SyrianRefugees: We should let them in. If we treat them like Americans, then they’ll act like Americans.

Exhibit C(uck) in empty-headed poopytalk that provides an endorphin rush to the moral preener but also reveals the deep-seated hemaphobia that motivates her race betrayal. She is a sick woman who needs many MANY years of therapy.

If hemaphobia doesn’t catch, “rakiphobia” can be used instead as a colloquial substitute. My prediction, if these lethal alt-right psy ops begin to imprint on the block-like skulls of mainstream cuckservatives, is a pall of shock and awe, and eventually crippling self-doubt, settling over the leftoid hivemind as they grapple with their rhetorical Hate Machine reprogrammed to destroy its creator.

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The Post In Which I Give Donald J Trump Some Game Advice

The Trumpening took a small stumble at the last debate, hedging a bit on his commitment to ending the H-1B visa wage gutting program. He quickly clarified his remarks on Twatter afterwards, indicating that the alt-right influences his campaign.

Trump has struck me of late as more hesitant and defensive than is his norm. His offensive juggernaut, which won the hearts and minds of so many Americans, seems to have sputtered and switched into a premature “cruising speed” gear. I wonder if Trump is tightening up? His quips flowed better when the race was young, and he was the outsider. As things have gotten real, he may be more self-conscious of his pole position and the need to maintain his pack leader status.

If Trump is beginning to play defense, at this early stage, he risks losing his lead. Whether from a feeling of comfort or laziness or miscalculation, letting up on the gas now means he will get lapped. A justifiably hard line against open borders and illegal aliens is what propelled his campaign; to “soften” on those terms of combat now is akin to Chamberlain-esque appeasement. You dance with the girl who brung ya.

In war, hunkering down isn’t perceived as mercy. It’s an opening for attack. Any feints Trump makes towards the Nation-Wrecking Alliance, such as support (however tepid) for H-1Bs, or constant disavowals of some internet backwater weirdo because media cucks harass him about it every minute, will simply embolden his foes to strike at him twice as hard and four times as often.

So my Game advice to Trump is this: Politics is pickup without the bodily fluids. The master seducer doesn’t backtrack at the bedroom door. Keep up the Zero Fucks Given nationalist populism charm assault, and don’t disappoint the swooning voters at the electoral door. Carry them across the threshold. They want you to take them. Sure, whisper a few sweetly romantic nothings in their ears, show a little of your beta softie side, but when panties are in view don’t sit up and ask “Should I slow down?”. Slip a finger under the waistband. The seduction isn’t over until the Trump voter sighs.

PS Enjoy this great article by a veteran explaining to the cuckservative media why he left the movement to hop aboard the Trump Train.

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