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NPR Morning Edition has a featured story about a lonely single man who decided to take charge of his romantic life after suffering a body blow from an ex-wife who exercised her right to express herself hypergamously.

This segment of the show explores how a man decided to conquer his fear of rejection by getting rejected every day — on purpose.

The evolution of Jason Comely, a freelance IT guy from Cambridge, Ontario, began one sad night several years ago.

“That Friday evening that I was in my one-bedroom apartment trying to be busy,” Comely says. “But really, I knew that I was avoiding things.”

See, nine months earlier, Jason’s wife had left him.

“She … found someone that was taller than I was — had more money than I had. … So, yeah.”

And since then, Jason had really withdrawn from life. He didn’t go out, and he avoided talking to people, especially women.

Jason decided to accept the Lewd Word of Game into his life, and began a program of desensitizing himself to social rejection, all in hopes that by conquering — or more practically, managing — his fear of rejection he would have an easier time approaching women and hitting on them for eventual fornication and lovingkindness.

“I had to get rejected at least once every single day by someone.”

He started in the parking lot of his local grocery store. Went up to a total stranger and asked for a ride across town.

“And he looked at me, like, and just said, ‘I’m not going that way, buddy.’ And I was like, ‘Thank you!’

“It was like, ‘Got it! I got my rejection.’ ”

Jason had totally inverted the rules of life. He took rejection and made it something he wanted — so he would feel good when he got it.

This is essentially the Inner Game concept known colloquially as “having an abundance mentality with women”. By reducing his fear of rejection — neutering it by morphing it into a game — Jason simultaneously increases his feeling of abundance. Immersion therapy like he’s doing is an effective method to cultivate that crucial abundance mentality. Once rejection means so little, a man begins to believe, rightly, that his sexual market options have greatly expanded. Once he thinks this way, his mental state gets telegraphed through his nonverbal and verbal behavior, and women swoon in response.

“Approach 100 women in a month” has merit as a task for game newbies.

“And it was sort of like walking on my hands or living on my hands or living underwater or something. It was just a different reality. The rules of life had changed.”

Many men who get good at the art of applied charisma say this about the world they inhabit: that it feels like a different reality. And it is; much different than what the mediocre masses of men will ever experience.

Jason kept on seeking out rejection. And as he did, he found that people were actually more receptive to him, and he was more receptive to people, too. “I was able to approach people, because what are you gonna do, reject me? Great!”

People instinctively admire, even submit to, bold men.

So what has Jason learned from all this?

That most fears aren’t real in the way you think they are. They’re just a story you tell yourself, and you can choose to stop repeating it. Choose to stop listening.

The essence of the alluringly overconfident man.

Now, NPR, filled to the rectal brim with echo chamber liberal pussies, would not favorably feature a story unless they agreed wholly or partly with the premise. So I consider this a major capitulation by liberal pussies to those awful PUAs and misogynists who propose game as a romantic solution for men seeking love.

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Ghost Girl

What do you do with a girl who’s gone ghost on you? Answering the question, a reader supplies a text exchange he had with a ghost girl.

Hello.

Please use my e-mail in your blog, if necessary, just for a comedic release.

After meeting a girl at Tinder, getting her number, and texting for a bit, she went ghost. I decided to use a tactic and text her a week later with this interesting conversation.

Short, sweet, to the point,

Background info: beauty salonist, self-proclaimed beauty fanatic, high maintenance poss, has nice curves, has fiesty shallow personality. Until today.

Very broadly, there are three ways you can reply to a sex prospect who’s stopped communicating for no apparent reason.

1. Beta. (80% of men are totally gameless)

“Hey, remember me, Frodo Baggins? We talked about ice cream and kittens. You still interested in continuing our scintillating chat?”

2. Alpha. (Game savvy)

Examples abound. See non sequitur game or reverse eavesdropping game.

3. Asshole. (Accidental game)

The reader’s texts above are a classic demonstration of asshole game.

Ordering the three tactics above by their effectiveness:

Alpha (game savvy) > Asshole (no fucks given accidental game) > Beta (zero game having).

Yes, you read that right. You’ll have more success prodding a ghost girl to reengage by telling her “fuck you that’s who it is” than you will by beseeching her to remember the time you two spent together in a chat box one week ago.

Don’t misconstrue. Total Asshole game isn’t ideal. There are better ways to unsilence a will-o’-the-whore than nuking her Casper hamster from orbit. But, if you just want to entertain yourself while keeping the chance for a sex match higher than the betaboy average, and you are an everlovin’ narcissist who preens at the idea of passing the Jumbotron Test with flying colors, then Total Asshole is a legitimate means of masculine expression. Just don’t be surprised if it works.

PS I’m sure the CH audience is curious what happened after he sent the last text. Update?

PPS Did everyone notice how many words Rachel used in her reply to his “FU” flip-off? That, my friends, is what is known in the business as a twat tell. She was indignant……. with LURRRRRRVVV.

PPPS In a culture in which the sex market effectively functions as if there exists a decided sex ratio advantage for women (as it currently does in America), the return on Total Asshole Game will be much higher than it would be in a more level flaying field. Bonus shivs for the commenter who best explains the reason for this social phenomenon. (Hint: Abundance mentality.)

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Girls fishing for compliments is some of the stinkiest beta bait a man will encounter. Women will fish for flattery (FFF), usually by assuming a phony pose of insecurity, to assuage their egos and to filter out the betas who eagerly comply with reassurances to the contrary.

CH has discussed various tactics for dealing with coquettish self-effacing girls who try to manipulate you for ego thrills. The gist of it is studied indifference to her mewling, leavened with wry humor. In fact, female manipulation of this sort provides ample opportunity for players to exercise their game acumen. Girls will appreciate the man who metamorphoses their faux female vulnerability into a platform for teases and sexy taunts.

A great example of a man nuking the FFF hamster from orbit is this chat exchange:

“this was not about the cars”

No, it was not. It was about getting her recommended daily allowance of SMV-affirming feels. And let it be known that the RDA of SMV-affirming female feels is infinity+1.

The dude played it pitch perfect. If he had wanted to, he could have segued into a serious charge at her sugar walls. She is in the chaser role, and that makes her seduction a hell of a lot easier. The typical beta male would’ve replied, “nooo, you guys are really pretty!”, and in return he’d have received exactly zero percolating interest for making the mistake of taking a woman at face value.

NOTE: Aging beauties will sometimes drop an FFF bomb out of a sincere desire to be reassured they are still sexy enough for you. If that’s the case (but why are you bothering with cougars?), then a tempered affirmation may be in order. But don’t go overboard. Even women shedding SMV points by the day are still women at heart, and will go to their matronly years nurturing an eternal flame, however dimmed by time and bitter experience, for the charming alpha male.

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A reader passed along a link to a post from what I believe is a satire website, called ‘The Reductress’. The post title is ‘Nicholas Sparks’ Wife: Romantic Gestures Are Not Orgasms’. It’s funny, if stylistically pedestrian.

“She really was my muse,” Nicholas said of the former lending company account executive, who he proposed to in a thunderstorm but never let try a girl-on-top position.

The humor is accessible because it does say something truthful about the sexes. Women say they love romance, and in certain contexts they do, but grand romantic gestures never did do nothing for their vaginas that a jerkboy attitude and an impudent boner didn’t already do.

Romance is dangerous beta bait. Books and movies have genres dedicated to the proposition that sappy romance wins women’s hearts and gines. I don’t doubt that women sincerely love immersing themselves in romantic escapes, but to extrapolate from that arid swoon a real world wet desire by women for pre-schtup sentimental schlock is an inference error that will cost you more lays than avoiding displays of romance altogether.

Don’t chomp the bait. Romance can’t spark attraction. It can only reinforce love. You will never part a woman’s legs with a love poem. Usually the opposite will happen; your LLoyd Dobler love sonnet performance paying loose tribute to the movie scene that shook your amour to joyful tears in a dark theater will have a decidedly less aphrodisiacal effect on her in the bright amphitheater of humanwave transmission.

Maxim #49: Romance isn’t foreplay. Romance is, at best, seasoning on an established sexual relationship.

Corollary to Maxim #49: A premature romantic gesture will have the opposite of its intended effect on a high SMV woman. Untethered romance is a DLV.

Hey, I’m a romantic just like most men. I’ve given myself over to the mush side on occasion, and it was nearly always a mutually enjoyable experience. The one weird trick I used to ensure mutual enjoyment? I never sapped it up with a girl I hadn’t yet tapped. I learned that lesson early in life. Save your romantic wanderlust for girls accustomed to your lumberthrust. They’ll be much more appreciative than the girls who have a band of betas lavishing them with jizz-stained testimonials of enduring obsession.

Reiterating, this is how women perceive romance:

Post-sex romance = surprise love.
Pre-sex romance = sex-starved ploy.

Naturally, the demanding male logos asks, “Then why, if women don’t tingle for romantic twaddle, do they devour representations of romantic twaddle?”

You’ve got to consider the psychological prestidigitation of the female mind. There are two self-medications being administered here.

One, when a woman melts during a romantic movie, she’s not thinking of Bob the Beta photobooth weirdo wooing her as if she were Amelie in her own little gay Paree. She’s not even thinking of a sexy but strangely asexual alpha man doing that. Instead, she’s metamorphosing the romance porn into relationship victory. A cute girl has little trouble getting sex from a man, but converting that coin of the clam into a long-term investment is exponentially tougher. Male romantic abandon, viewed from this perspective, is cause for a victory dance by a woman who now has evidence she succeeded taming the dude. This female perspective is always tinged with a tacit subconscious understanding that sex was already happening, or destined to happen, somewhere out of immediate sight, and it was therefore the allure of her nonsexual charms that truly won the man over.

Two, women have a queer ability to imagine themselves as the protagonist in rom-coms, even when the protagonist is a man (as they often are). This is a bit of inverse projection by women, as they identify with the lovelorn “beta man” who is desperate to capture the love of the emotionally distant “alpha woman”. The male character’s romantic exertions remind women of the efforts they undergo to win the commitment of the hard-to-get alpha man. In this body swap, women see something of themselves in striver Romeos, especially that something which speaks to a woman’s craving for acknowledgement of her feelings. But of course, what women don’t see is the involuntary sexlessness that typically bedevil beta male characters, because women can’t relate to incel with the ease that they relate to insol.

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Here’s an animated map of the sex ratio in the US by county, during the time period 1990-2013 (h/t reader Agree&Amplify):

The blue shades are areas where the number of men exceed the number of women. The red shades are players’ paradises where there are more women than men.

As you can see, the transcontinental picture for American men is bleak. Blue areas are expanding their territory and luscious labia red areas are ceding territory.

Sex ratio is important. A good sex ratio will help optimize a man’s game.

But wait…

This map is woefully inadequate as a gash guide. Most egregiously, it doesn’t break down the female population by age. Who cares about the ratio of 60-year-old women to men? What matters is the 18-28 female demographic.

What about race? Most white men (and since we’re being honest, black men too) aren’t interested in panty raids of the lands where Shaneequa Law is operative (or soon to be). The South has a “good” female-to-male sex ratio, but you don’t see Mystery or Neil Strauss hitting up the Mississippi Delta club scene.

And the Hispanic invasion wave isn’t a poosy paradise for American men, either. Most of the 50 million migrants of the last few decades are squat oaxacas with zero sex appeal. It’s worse than that, because first generation migrants are skewed male.

Nonetheless, the map isn’t totally useless. It does show a widespread secular trend toward more men and fewer women. Even when extenuating variables are controlled for, it’s a decent bet that the population share of supple, 18-28 white women relative to all men has decreased, and this, naturally, has knockoff effects on the balancing of the sexual market. Young slender women, and especially young slender white women, have always been the bottleneck to romantic pleasure, but now that bottleneck is squeezing tighter. Obesity, invasion of the less attractive races, and other more obscure factors are jacking up the premium on slender white woman pussy. With every bottleneck squeeze, the thin white woman ego inflates by 50 psi. Is it any wonder that game — the art of applied charisma — is more necessary in America than ever before?

UPDATE

Jayman links to a map which breaks down the singles sex ratio by the crucial 20-29 year old age group. (Original post here.)

Not looking good. May as well rename America to SausageFestivania.

As jheymon notes, this is city data. The countryside may be better for men, although I doubt it. Sexy single rural women tend to flock to the cities in search of the alpha male of their dreams, leaving their towns pussy-parched.

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Spot The Overgaming

If I pounce on readers, it’s because I want you to grow as men and as Lotharios. Tuff luv. So I had to take a swipe at this text convo that reader “rlcooper” passed along.

Been reading your stuff for a while but recently realised how fucking necessary this stuff is. Just wondering if you have the time to critique some text game, free to publish. I’m a dumb ass, I know.

me: depends on what i can expect
her: hahaha nah idk. do you have expectations
me: nope, i’ll just let whatever happens happen
her: that
her: that is always a good plan
me: you know from experience huh
her: i just reckon life is better that way
me: maybe cos it is
her: true 🙂
me: you’re doing well, i like compliments
her: hahaha
her: dont want your head to explode
me: wow, never heard of a woman so frigid
her: what?
me: i’ll keep the euphemisms down
how cute, you don’t get it

Ok, spot the exact moment when he overgamed.

Take your time.

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Got it?

It was here:

wow, never heard of a woman so frigid

Push-pull is a powerful seduction technique. Push-push-pull is good, too, in certain circumstances and in limited doses. But push-push-still pushing-woops time for a desperate hail mary pull is toxic overgaming. If you tease and taunt a woman long enough, she’ll eventually think a) you aren’t really interested in her or b) you’re a prick, and not the sexy kind of prick.

Right after she texted

dont want your head to explode

was the perfect time for easing up on the jerkboy gas and reeling her in gently.

no worries, i can take all the flattery you can dish out

I don’t know what happened after this chat, but I bet it wasn’t as good as it could’ve been. Constant pushing (or “going cold”) is a tell of insecurity; women have hindbrain antennae exquisitely tuned to pick up the slightest perturbations in male self-confidence. This is the art part of the art and science of seduction. You’ve gotta know when to hammer strike, and when to stay your hand and give the helpless nail a little kiss on the head.

One other observation. When he said

you’re doing well, i like compliments

it was in reply to something she wrote which wasn’t technically a compliment. But logic isn’t all that crucial to a right proper seduction. Women value feelings far more than they value internally logical conversation. The lesson here is that you shouldn’t fret too much about making sense to a woman as long as whatever you’re saying is delivered with a stout-chested bravado.

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Balancing Comfort With Unease

Lurking_Gorilla asks,

I have a game question. Where is the balance between her being nervous around you versus her being comfortable around you (to open up sexually)?

CH Maxim #44: “Women can’t feel impassioned without also feeling a little unease.”

No doubt. It’s better she feels a little nervous around you, and afraid to say the wrong thing, than to have the kind of lazy comfort you see in long-term couples.

But what’s the right mindset for keeping her in that state of butterflies and excited nervousness (different from the infamous “dread”) long term, while also getting her comfortable and feeling a connection to you? Comfort is especially important when going for the bang. But beyond that, too much comfort is a passion killer.

A smart game question. The comfort phase of pickup gets short shrift compared to the attraction stage, but the reality for most men is that if they blow it with a woman, they will likely blow it at some point during the seduction when a woman needs to feel emotional connection and trust. Typically, this “blow it” point will fall somewhere between one hour after meeting and the third date. (You’ll know you blew it on the second date when she greets you with a hug instead of a kiss on the third date.)

We’ll talk more about the comfort phase for getting the bang in future posts, but for now let’s focus on striking that balance between comfort and unease in LTRs, because it is true that women respond most delightfully to men who can at once arouse and soothe their anxieties.

In order to pull off this feat effectively with a woman you have known for a while, you have to be just a little bit sociopathic. A rom-com sociopath. The grist is push-pull (or hot-cold): You say one thing one minute, and it’s seeming opposite the next. Or, your words and behavior don’t match. In an LTR, what this means is that you’ll want to acquire a patina of unpredictability. Just a patina, though. Too much comfort is a passion killer, but too little comfort is a relationship killer.

My go-to hot beef injection of exquisite unease usually takes the form of flirting with other women at social events I’m attending with my girl. Plausible deniability, a bit of earshot-buffering room space, and a good sense for timing the exit of an illicit conversation are all valued skills in the art of keeping your woman hanging on those tempting tenterhooks.

If you have some natural social grace and charm, you won’t even have to seek out the attention. As a pre-selected man feeling no particular urge to GET LAID NOW, other women will gravitate to your side. Don’t underestimate how villainously competitive women can be when naughty thoughts of stealing away a taken man intrude. There’s a reason a woman fearful of abandonment with save her sharpest claws for the other woman casting eyes upon her man.

Naturally, you will abide these mischievous trollops. You are a man, after all, who enjoys the company of women after 5 PM. That such company might simultaneously inflame distress and lust in your main mama is a quirk of the female sex which you have no moral duty to police.

Later, when you are tasked by your stressed-out girlfriend to describe “who” it was you were talking to, and “what” it was you were saying (and all the while she will attempt, O wonderfully frail and transparent creature!, to hide her concern under a facial smear of detached inquisition), you will by no means readily disabuse her of the notion that another woman, heaven forbid!, was interested in your scintillating presence. Instead, you will smartly express feigned naivete as you gleefully, even recklessly, recount how interested the interloper seemed in your goings-on and your collegiate sense of humor. Or, if you’re the sly type, you might just shrug off your girlfriend’s questioning with an opaque, and slightly distracted, “She’s a nice girl.”

If your girlfriend is a sensitive Susie, you’ll have to pull back on the reins a bit more than you’d at first like. The sensitive girl can easily let her imagination, or nightmares, get the best of her. In that case, a gentle, but masculinity-affirming, “You have nothing to worry about, baby”, will suffice.

If your girlfriend is a real tough nut (i.e., a road-worn slut), you might happily upbraid her when she slips on her inquisitrix robe. “Somebody’s jealous.” Or, “This insecurity doesn’t sit well on you.” For added punch, don’t leaven your words with a chuckle of camaraderie; speak them with a poker face.

This is the end of Lesson One in How To Balance Comfort and Unease in Your Woman. The next lesson will publish precisely one month after the first commenter bitches about there being too many politics posts too many game posts.

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