The Son Becomes The Satyr

How soon should you teach your sons well… the art of game?

Reader Sentient infers that establishing good Game habits in your son early in life will pay dividends later when there’s a lot more at stake.

when in doubt – just act. A bias towards action sets you up as alpha. Be dynamic.

There are two little boys – 3rd grade say. They both enjoy looking at the long blonde hair of little Sally. One boy pulls her hair (and probably tells her she is stupid). Which one is miles ahead of the other?

Fast forward to Freshman year in college… Both boys are there, looking at the shapely Jane at the bar. Which boy goes up to her? Who is miles ahead of the other by doing so?

When in doubt – be dynamic…

“A bias towards action.” In the realm of seduction, this is a good rule to live by. Half of a woman’s attraction is bound up in her waiting for a man to take the initiative and say something. That is, a woman will feel a surge of attraction for a man who boldly imposes himself on her, and does so skillfully, with women’s particular courtship needs in mind.

It’s good fathering to instill these habits of masculine impudence in your son during his formative years, before he hits high school and is thrust into the machinery of the sexual market, which will grind him to dust if he’s ill-prepared for the reality of female nature and romantic rejection or, worse, misinformed about the machine’s programming and liable to punch in the wrong launch code.

In practice, this means teaching your young son a PG-rated version of Game. Encourage his playground antics. Explain to him that girls are different than boys, and love to be challenged, teased, and offended. Tell him that reckless action always beats thoughtful inaction when it’s a girl’s heart he wants to win.

It won’t take much prodding. Children absorb wisdom like a sponge. Even a little guidance will make a big difference later. Then, leaving behind an innocent childhood spent pulling girls’ ponytails, he’ll be off to college, sparing not more than a minute to sidle up to that cutie in orientation to tell her he’s majoring in breaking hearts.

A lot of the familiar Game techniques we know as adults are retrofitted capers emblematic of childhood. In the adult reformulation, the unsolicited physicality is tempered, and the flirty taunts are raised a reading level or two (but not too much). We can learn much about seduction from the carefree ZFG of children, but we as experienced womanizers can also return the favor and help our boys struggling with embryonic self-doubts to locate and fully express their natural God-given boyness.

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Girls HATE HATE HATE Indecisive Men

An 18-year-old girl got fed up with her beta boyfriend’s self-pitying mewling and figuratively threw the razor blade at him and told him to finish the job.

According to prosecutors, Carter pressured her boyfriend to go through with suicide for almost a week before he carried out the act. She counseled him to overcome his fears; researched methods of committing suicide painlessly; and lied to police, his family and her friends about his whereabouts during the act itself and after, prosecutors said. […]

For more than a week in July 2014, Carter and Roy exchanged hundreds of messages in which Carter insisted that Roy would be better off dead.

“You’re finally going to be happy in heaven. No more pain,” she told him in one message. “It’s okay to be scared and it’s normal. I mean, you’re about to die.”

Damn, who bitch this is? Lucifer’s?

According to prosecutors, the two had struck up a romantic relationship — mostly online — in 2012. Her lawyer says they had only met a few times in person over the course of two years prior to Roy’s death.

“mostly online”. Translation: Dude was a beta orbiter driven to self-deliverance by the whiff of fine pussy so close yet so far away.

Text messages recovered by police, however, suggest that by 2014, Carter had gotten tired of Roy’s idle talk of suicide and she wanted him to go through with it  — now.

“You always say you’re gonna do it, but you never do,” Carter complained. “I just want to make sure tonight is the real thing.”

Another time, she texted: “You can’t keep pushing it off, though. That’s all you keep doing.”

Chicks HATE HATE HATE indecisive men. If you’re gonna promise an HB8 a suicide, you had better deliver.

Carter was insistent, even when Roy steered the topic to other things:

ROY: How was your day?

CARTER: When are you doing it?

Girl has tight Plow Game.

But Carter didn’t love that idea, either, because she feared that Roy would make up an “excuse” to explain why it didn’t work.

“I bet you’re gonna be like ‘oh, it didn’t work because I didn’t tape the tube right or something like that,’” she texted him “You always seem to have an excuse.”

Beta males have excuses. Alpha males bust a move.

They texted throughout the day about the plans, about Roy’s doubts, and about Carter’s insistence that “the time is right” and that he was ready.

Girl is leading the conversation, setting the frame, creating compliance tests, and disqualifying. She’s a PUA in drag.

After his death, Carter became a self-proclaimed advocate for mental health.

She organized a fundraising tournament in Roy’s memory and posted on Facebook and Twitter about her attempts to save her boyfriend’s life.

“Even though I could not save my boyfriend’s life, I want to put myself out here to try to save as many other lives as possible,” she wrote on Facebook.

😆 The best defense is a good offense. She’s a reframe master.

A photo of the lovely (for real, WB):

Sociopathic girls are interesting to observe in the field. They are sort of like regular women, but with all the intrinsic female attributes pumped up to orbital escape velocity. Regular women despise indecisive beta males, but usually express their feelings by withholding sex or romantic reciprocation. Sociopathic women take their revulsion up a notch and steer the indecisive beta to valhalla.

Question for our skilled CH Game practitioners: How would you game this girl into doting submission?

UPDATE

Here’s a photo of Just Do It Girl after she dropped the human being mask and put her sadist’s face back on.

I dunno, I’m getting a semi thinking about escorting this demon spawn to the exquisite purgatory between pain and pleasure. Maybe in another time — say, five years into the future — when the Diversity™ threatens White existence, women like Carter will come in handy as psy ops against the enemy hordes.

PS Is everyone seeing the poll included in this post?

PPS The perfect game response to this girl would be an insouciant non sequitur, like Birthday Cat or Lena Dunham in her gay boyfriend’s skivvies.

SATAN’S HANDMAIDEN: You can’t keep pushing it off, though. That’s all you keep doing.

YOU:

SATAN’S HANDMAIDEN: Are you saying I look like that bitch?

YOU:

SATAN’S HANDMAIDEN: *broken like a wild hellmare* I’m coming… over.

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The Seductiveness Of Teasing

Check out this short video of a Turkish ice cream vendor teasing a cute girl’s panties into a Bartholin’s steambath.

Can’t shirk the Turk!

Things to note:

This is obviously a routine that the guy has mastered over the years plying his trade in creamy goodness. I bet the ratio of female to male customers who are the lucky recipients of his schtick is 10:1. Lesson: Practiced Game routines work.

She is squealing with delight. In women, delightful squeals are prelude to dirty arousal. The Frozen Turk’s act is the physical manifestation of the push-pull game tactic. Lesson: Teasing girls works.

Ice cream Ishtar here is performing for this girl. He is a DANCING MONKEY for a cute girl. That’s right, a DANCING MONKEY. And guess what, beta nerdos who pretend to be too good to work for a girl’s romantic affection? The dancing monkey has a much better chance to get the girl than the bitter loser standing against the wall sneering at the high-flying flirty action passing over his one man island. Lesson: If you want the cute babes, you have to put in the effort, one way or another.

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That Alpha Male Poker Face

One characteristic of alpha males that beta males should try to emulate is the poker face. Alphas don’t often wear their hearts on their sleeves… or on their faces. And this is especially true when the alpha male is in a room occupied by both his wife and his mistress.

Via a SnarkJW central casting website which shall not be linked, old photos have emerged of the first time monica lewinsky — the 21-year-old orifice plaything of then-president Bill Clinton — met hillary clinton in person.

monica meets hillary:

monica meets Bill:

the contrast in monica’s face between the two meetings:

monica’s reaction is hardly surprising. She was truly, deeply in love with Bill Clinton, super alpha male esq., and it shows on her face in that photo. She, like most mistresses, does not give a flying fuck or feel a scintilla of shame that her lover’s wife is a few steps away. In fact, judging by the lockdown procedure her face contorted itself into when directly meeting the First Other Woman, it’s a good bet she was feeling, yes, uncomfortable, but also mischievous, as if she was thinking, “Heh, I got one over on you Hillary. He loves me and we are going to be together forever once he leaves you after his fifteen terms are up.”

The SnarkJW readers, as is the wont of the preserve of manlets and cunts, prefer to focus on Bill’s supposedly apparent facial change when monica approaches him for a mingle and tingle. But to my eyes it looks like Bill’s face hardly changes at all. He looks the same shaking that old dude’s hand as he does shaking monica’s certainly sweaty palm. Even Bill’s body language is the same, ramrod straight and not leaning into monica, (Don’t Lean In, the new book by Chateau Slamclam), betraying no obvious attraction for her.

Bill Clinton has alpha male poker face. Whatever the circumstance, he’s been there before. Dat face is like chicknip to women, opaque, mysterious, aloof, emotionally unavailable, yet flickering with caddish charm, and it drives women crazy with love. The alpha male knows discretion… in the bedroom, in his office, on his face. In public, and particularly in view of his wife, the alpha husband doesn’t cave to the immediate ecstasies of youthfully invigorated love and hop with unbridled, and stupidly conspicuous, joy like the beta male would do. No, the alpha male keeps his cards close to his vest, and plays the final table round like he plays all the preliminary rounds: he makes you guess what he’s holding.

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Grocery Cart Game

This is a fine example of tight grocery cart game by reader Sentient:

An example from today – getting groceries, nice skinny 7 walking around pushing a cart – tight pants and heels. We leave the store about the same time, she is walking up one aisle of cars, me on the other side. Going the same direction and pace, then she turns and cuts across to my aisle, she is parked next to my car.

I say I knew it looked like you were racing me. she’s all I know right titter titter titter. I tell her “yeah you were definitively speeding up trying to win? super competitive huh” She’s laughing shaking her head yes – titter titter. I tell her I have to watch out for her or she’ll ram into me. Just to win. More laughter.

I left it there (local grocery store) but that was a good open, no need to neg hard if they are laughing. Could follow that with more statements – cold reads – misdirection stuff. Then the question – so what are you making tonight/going to/etc etc.

If you think you need to be in a bar to pick up women, you have already failed.

When reading this anecdote, pay attention to the demonstration of Sentient’s situational awareness. The typical beta boob sees an attractive woman pushing a grocery cart into his car lane and he has one of two reactions: Freeze in hypergonadal fear, or say something boring if he does manage to untie his tongue. That’s because the typical beta boob has no INNER GAME. He’s always thinking of ways to impress women instead of what he should be thinking of: ways to amuse himself in the company of women.

So we see Sentient understands the laws of flirting very well: he is fun, cocky, and teasing. He allows her to contribute to the conversation with a cold read (“super competitive huh”). He lightly disqualifies her and flips the chaser-chasee script, (“I have to watch out for you”). He doesn’t interrogate her with paint-by-numbers, fun-sapping résumé questions. What more could a woman want?

I think Sentient could have easily moved to a number or even an insta-date close from this flirtatious foundation. Anything that segues from her good feelings/amped buying temperature would have worked. “If you want another chance to take out your competitive aggression on me, we should meet for drinks yada yada.”

Stop waiting for 1 AM garbage hours in bars to hit on women. Women are everywhere, and so should be your impudent, ever-ready masculinity.

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An Eye Contact Crib Sheet

Eye contact from women is usually the first cue that men who aren’t cut out for cold approaches rely on when deciding whether to initiate a courtship salvo. The disadvantage of waiting for eye contact before making a move is, naturally, the waiting. You’ll never cross the finish line if the starter gun doesn’t go off. The advantage of relying on eye contact authorization from women is the efficiency of only chatting up girls who have ocularly indicated a willingness to be chatted up by you. Plus, eye contact is one of those proto-sexytime signals that can be deduced from a distance, and in various locales. You can catch a woman’s eye on the sidewalk as easily as at a bar or a boardroom.

If eye contact is a must before you’ll consider talking to a random girl, then this post will help you identify your choicest targets. Did you know that people have autonomic eye movements which operate at the subconscious level, and which differ according to contextual inputs?

The rules of eye contact are simple. After catching her eye:

• If she looks down: She’s instantly attracted but shy.

Approach this girl, but go easy on the cocky jerkboy game. She’s a natural introvert, and a romantic at heart. Don’t come on too strong. A light touch will do, flirty and coy. She’ll just be happy you even had the balls to escort her from her dreamy inner sanctum.

• If she looks to the side: She’s not instantly attracted.

You will have your work cut out for you on this girl. A side-looker is as good as (or bad as, depending on your perspective) a cold approach on a girl who hasn’t noticed you. The side-looker has a boyfriend, or she doesn’t like your look or your leer, or she’s a manjawed feminist who is constitutionally incapable of flirting with men without having an existential moral crisis. You can turn a girl like this around, but it will mean you have to be exceptionally bold and full of teasing and negs. An effective opener would be one that immediately disqualifies her, flips the script, and assumes the sale. For example, “I caught you checking me out. Don’t worry, even though it’s nothing new, I’m still flattered.”

• If she holds eye contact intensely: She’s instantly attracted and slutty.

Weaker men wilt under the pressure of the hard-eye contact girl. She’s dripping sex from her limpid orbs, and only men made of sterner stuff will rise to her fightin’ iris challenge. Nothing much needed here but an open-faced “Hi” and a pretext to absolve her nascent feelings of aggressive sluttitude (such as asking her for directions if you cross her path on a street corner). A direct, “Hey, I noticed you from across the room, and had to come over and see what your deal is”, will work in any bar setting. Ovulating women are often intense eye contact machines, and will lock on any man who has the right “look” for her fired-up womb. (This look encompasses not just physical traits, but body language and fashion sense.)

Strangely, I have yet to make eye contact with a girl who reacted by looking upward. If I do, I’ll assume she’s a nun. Or already on her knees in front of me.

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As readers have probably noticed, this post was mistakenly titled “An eye contact crib shit”. It has since been corrected. 😆 I keel myself!

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Help Women Imagine You’re The Killer They Want You To Be

Chicks dig jerks.

Chicks deeply dig stone cold killer jerks.

Chicks secretly want you to be the killer of their sexual fantasies.

Reader Dirty Old Man provides context,

I got a shit test from a 20 something woman who found me intriguing and needed to imagine me as “dangerous.” She asked, “Have you ever killed anyone?”

I thought it through and responded, “I have never killed anyone that did not deserve it or that would be missed.”

“GREAT answer,” she said.

The fact that this sort of thing happens as often as it does is interesting. I have had young girls say to me on more than one occasion something to the effect, “You are kind of a bad-ass, aren’t you?’

I am 5’8” bald, 50, a buck-‘fiddy’, and generally unarmed. They see what they need to see to make their attraction make sense.

“generally unarmed”. heh. That coda is the heart of the matter. Women want to be seduced by a powerful alpha male, and they will be complicit in their own seduction.

These kinds of posts really give cunts and manlets the hives. But CH is just a humble messenger, delivering the female id on a plate, wrapped in a Bartholin’s bow. You may not like the presentation, but you can’t deny the dark writhing mass staring back at you.

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