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The behavior of a woman in love bears striking similarities to the behavior of a beta male in lust. CH previously explored this theme in lurid detail, and recently reader bw7and invigorated the theme with his personal experiences dealing with girls desperately crushing on him.

Heartiste, There have been a few girls I am fucking right now….all of them are around 2 points below my SMV. But I am getting regular action so I ain’t complaining.

One thing I noticed is that these girls will act the same way beta males act with hot girls. They try to entertain me when I am not in the mood. Like literally trying to make me laugh, entertain, put in effort which you just don’t see the hot girls doing for you or these same girls doing for other guys.

I play the aloof alpha card. suits my personality as well and I am able to pull it off pretty well.

Like this one chick, I never even showed interest in her whenever we met (thru social circle). I knew she was wildly attracted to me…she qualified…some comfort and she escalated physically all the time whenever we met. She actually made things happen like got drunk and got to my place unannounced to fuck me.

This is typically how 99.9% of false campus rape allegations go down: a mediocre girl with a major case of the tingles for a man strongly comes on to him, deliberately puts herself in a situation where sex is very likely to happen, and lubes the whole thing with alcohol because she wants the dick so bad she doesn’t want to risk her sober inhibitions making a “surprise, I might be a slut!” appearance at the moment of consummation.

The man, of course, is completely innocent, but the next day when the bitch realizes she will never be his Number One and has plugged into the feminist industrial waste complex the end of his life as he knows it will have begun.

I never made a physical move first….was just leading until the bedroom…..some kino escalation….kissing then F-close. Didn’t have to work for anything. Felt like a hot chick having to do no work to get laid. Played the aloof alpha card all the time and it worked like a charm. (never fell for her shit-test, total indifference at times even during LMR….no neediness)

I’d appreciate a more in-depth post on how women act with alpha males the same way beta guys act around hot girls.

Well, I say you’ve pretty much given all the depth the CH readership needs. A woman in the company of an irresistible, aloof, dominant, self-possessed alpha male will act not unlike a beta male in the company of a pretty girl.

The primary difference between the two is that the alpha male will bang the needy, try-hard woman as long as she’s decent-looking, while the needy, try-hard beta male is banging nothing but his head against a wall.

PS The implication of this post is that women are able to quickly and deeply fall in love with alpha males, despite their claims and romcom platitudes to the contrary asserting that love needs time to bloom. Corollary: Any beta male who tells his girlfriend that he loves her and receives from her a “it’s too soon for that, we need more time to see where this goes” response should accept it as fact that it will always be too soon and his girlfriend will never go with him where he wants her to go.

PPS Here are a few more examples of beta male-ish behavior that a woman swooning over an alpha male will display:

  • ask a lot of questions about him
  • laugh too hard at his lame jokes
  • get too butthurt by his teasing
  • agree with everything he says
  • eagerly accept all of his venue bouncing suggestions
  • pay for his drinks
  • make no effort to qualify him
  • excuse every lame, stupid, or shitty thing he says or does
  • take it up the pooper at his request
  • clumsily make all the first moves (with women, this means “incidental” contact with his erogenous zones)
  • try too hard to fill momentary breaks in conversation with fluff
  • misconstrue every minor indicator of interest as evidence of a blossoming love affair
  • apologize too much

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CH has traditionally been agnostic on the burning question of whether chicks dig smart men because they’re smart or because male smartness is correlated with some other attractive male trait. It has been our contention that smarts alone do nothing for vagina tingles, unless the smarts are leveraged into wit, humor, and adult-themed teasing.

Smarts, too, will help a man better understand and apply the principles of Game. The sweet spot for male smarts is an above-average IQ that is coupled to a robust EQ. The biggest haters of game are either dumb “bros” who scoff at any idea that’s more mentally taxing than the philosophy found in beer commercials, or smart but socially maladroit spergs who lack the concrete field experience with women to accept that it’s possible to attract women without being a Hollywood star.

The Heartiste Dating Market Value Test for Men has a category devoted to IQ, and pussy-parting points are given to a man if he has an above-average intelligence, but deducted from him if he has a below-average or a well above-average IQ.

15.  What is your IQ?

Under 85:  -1 point
85 to 110:  0 points
110 to 130:  +1 point
130 to 145:  0 points
over 145:  -1 point

This scoring system reflects the reality any man who has lived a day in his life has observed: super smart men are often nerdy and weird, and that turns off women (or at best is considered a neutral attribute by women), while dumb men without compensating attractiveness traits will turn off women who aren’t dumb themselves.

And now here comes the confirmatory ♂SCIENCE♂ adding heft to the humble CH formula.

Human general intelligence (g) has been hypothesized to be an indicator of genomic mutation load and under sexual selection for indirect genetic benefits (‘good genes’ for the offspring), implying that high g should be sexually attractive. People clearly report preferences and assortatively mate for intelligence, but these effects can be due to direct phenotypic benefts of g and social homogamy.

I am on record stating that the “assortative mating” phenomenon of late 20th-early 21st century America isn’t driven so much by women preferring smart Ivy nerds (or by men preferring smart Ivy nerdgirls, as HBD nerd-triumphalists like to claim) as it is driven by simple convenience: people tend to date whomever is readily available within their social milieu, which one could call a “dating market bottleneck”.

Measured male g had no effect on female short-term attraction, but a small positive effect on long-term attraction, though only after extraversion and independently rated physical attractiveness were controlled.

Kneejerk nerd-defenders like LotB are chastened by this news.

The minor male attractiveness boost of intelligence to women thinking about the male subject as a long-term relationship prospect is caused by two factors:

  1. the readout from an innate mate assessment algorithm women possess which informs them of the “dad” quality of potential suitors, and
  2. the tendency of women to conflate intelligence with extraversion and looks. (We all know that social king with the wisecracking, uninhibited tongue who comes across smarter than he really is.)

Revenge of the nerds? Not quite:

Overall we found no support for intelligence being sexually attractive to women on first encounters, and limited support that it increases initial impression of the potential as a long-term romantic partner.

Someone alert the feminist industrial simplex: Women are shallow!

A commenter at Dr. Thompson’s sums it up pithily,

Mensa has no groupies.

A brief excursion into helix-gazing abstraction:

Taken together with very limited support for an association between g and mutation load in the currently available genomic data, these results cast doubt on the hypothesis that g is an indicator of genetic fitness under ‘good genes’ sexual selection.

I always thought that the best indicator of genetic fitness was, in women, their youth and beauty, and consequently their ability to induce my boner. (Women’s IQ plays little to no role in men’s sexual arousal. As no man ever said, “Dayum, that’s a fine-looking grad school degree you got, baby!”) It now appears men’s smarts play nearly as insignificant a role in female attraction.

Now, point of contention, I don’t actually think this is entirely true, based on the simple objection that the men I personally know (a large-ish number) who are good with HSMV women are also smarter than the average bear. But.. and this is a big but… those men are also socially savvy and self-confident, no doubt both of which traits are benefited by their respectable smarts. And they mostly hit on SWPL chicks who would probably not give the time of day to slow men who had trouble parsing their snark-heavy conversations.

No man reading this post should despair that he has a high IQ. There is no end to the ways in which being smart/alpha/sexy is better than being dumb/beta/scalzied. The study results merely suggest that smarts ALONE aren’t sufficient to attract women. You need something else, like charisma, humor, or… wait for it… POWER RAPE. As another commenter at Thompson’s put it,

Intelligence doesn’t need to be *inherently* attractive in order to make its possessors more attractive. Assuming ‘power’ is still “the ultimate aphrodisiac,” intelligence can be useful for getting it, showing it, faking it, and wresting it from unfavorable circumstances. Therefore, I don’t see this finding as necessarily dampening the hopes of shy intellectual men.

Precisely. A smart man has a leg up on a dumber man in one crucial respect in the sexual market: he has the brainpower to better understand women and therefore to sell himself to women more effectively.

PS There’s a not-so-hidden trove of dystopian nightmare material peeking through this study, for those who want to amuse themselves with supporting evidence for the Heartistian theory that unconstrained, liberated female sexuality (in conjunction with restricted, regulated male sexuality) necessarily leads to dysgenic reproductive patterns.

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It’s a perennial question among aspiring skirt-chasers:

Should the novice seducer cut his teeth on hot babes or ease into the womanizer’s ways on less intimidating plain janes? It’s the “stepping stone” theory versus the “immersion therapy” theory, and there are equal numbers of advocates for each model.

CH take: On paper, the Hot Babe Immersion Theory is more sound than the Plain Jane Stepping Stone Theory, but in practice I think it has some limitations which I will discuss below.

Reader themanofmystery2 gives the best argument in favor of Hot Babe Immersion,

CH, what do you think about this approach for newbies? I’m teaching my late-teens cousins this tactic.

Find the hottest women in every situation, and ONLY APPROACH THEM. they are likely to produce the most anxiety, but there is no substitute for logging the time and experience. Every minute spend chatting up a 10 makes you more skilled at chatting up a 10. The conversation itself should be the goal, just to log the hours. Get on the fucking bike and fall off a few times. Skip past the training wheels.


1. If you score, it’s a fucking home run and confidence builder
2. If you get rejected, there’s no shame in getting rejected by a 10. Happens to the best of us.
3. 9s and 10s, for various reasons espoused here and elsewhere in the manosphere, tend to have sweeter dispositions and are approached less than 6s, 7s, and 8s. This results in less Bitch Backturns.

The logic appears airtight. “If you want to get better at seducing hot babes, you’ve gotta talk to hot babes.”

And all three benefits themanofmystery2 describes are valid: successfully seducing a hot babe is a confidence boost on par with closing a multi-million dollar deal, the rejection won’t sting as much, and HB8s, 9s, and 10s are less antagonistic than 6s and 7s, the latter’s shitty attitudes effected in no small part by the greater number of low value men hitting on them (because they think they have a chance).

No argument there. HOWEVER… based on what I’ve sometimes seen happen in the field with my struggling friends who skip past the dross and head straight to the frothy top-cream, there are some drawbacks to following the Hot Babe Immersion Therapy protocol that aren’t immediately apparent to classroom analysis.

Some negative feedback loops in the Hot Bab Immersion Therapy model:

  • a very inexperience man will find it exceedingly difficult to maintain state control in the interactive presence of a very beautiful woman.

You can lead a beta to a beauty, but you can’t force the beta to talk to her without loading his pants. Shock and awe may be a lethal military strategy, but in the sexual market it’s usually the beta male standing there shocked and awed into stupefaction by a dazzling beauty. For a beta like this, it’s simply a better strategy to overcome tingle-killing social awkwardness with practice on girls who don’t fry his brain, and then move on to hotter women as his state control skill improves.

  • hitting on the hottest babes is sometimes used by goofy betas as a cheat code for avoiding putting real effort into the seduction.

There’s a temptation among some of the more extroverted betas to unseriously hit on hot babes, and then take their blue ball home and claim victory. If this beta had instead hit on a less outrageously alien prospect like a plain jane, it would be harder for him to rationalize potential rejection as a “waddaya expect?” ego assuaging ploy. Unlike the afterglow of a happy post-HB9 perp walk that he would enjoy, he won’t be able to walk away empty-handed from an HB6 without feeling a little bit like a failure. And that’s what will spur him to make the necessary changes.

  • there’s a risk that the beta confuses friendly but asexual politeness from a hot babe for seduction progress.

This paradox was noted above. The hot babe will often be a more pleasant prospect to talk to at first because she won’t have as many bitch shields deployed as will the lesser women who must bat away the entreaties of all sorts of loser men. The very UNAPPROACHABLE HOTNESS of the hot babe protects her from unwanted beta and omega male solicitations. This is great for padawan betas who want practice chit chatting with hot babes, but there’s an insidious undertow: that hot babe’s affability is also likely to be misconstrued by novice casanovas lacking the acumen to distinguish sexually intrigued IOIs from polite friendliness. The risk of this happening with plain janes is obviously lower, because any attention from these mediocre girls that falls short of massaging your crotch bulge isn’t likely to stimulate overeager appraisals of reciprocated romantic interest.

  • hot babes are often nice babes, and that’s not necessarily a good thing for the novice seducer.

A hot babe hasn’t cultivated an air of nastiness or defensiveness like her more attainable sisters, so she’ll have a harder time turning up the volume on turning down a no-game-having, insistent beta male. The hot babe’s false acceptance of the socially clumsy beta can lead him to commit all sorts of cringing faux pas as he begins to believe he really has a shot with her. When she does snap and lower the boom, it will hit him like a ton of bricks, because he wasn’t expecting it. In the meantime, he will have learned nothing and his seduction skill will not have made any improvement. In contrast, the beta male can expect more shit tests, teasing, aggressiveness, qualifying, and token resistance from plain janes. Surmounting these common female obstacles will do more to hone his pickup skill than polite head-nodding from super nice hot babes.

  • hot babes almost ALWAYS have men in their lives. Plain janes often don’t. The rookie rogerer has, all else equal, a better crack at unclaimed crack.

The goal is sex, and sometimes even love. You can practice on hot babes and watch their faces glow with curiosity, but if they are taken that’s just one extra hurdle (a tall one) that you’ll have to jump if a bedroom finishing move is more than just an abstraction in your head. Getting ACTUAL NOTCHES under your belt will go a long way to boosting your confidence major, and as long as you don’t dip below some female attractiveness threshold that matters to you, then a sweaty night with an HB7 will pay more psychological dividends than a sexless night chatting up an HB9 for an hour. Now, this doesn’t mean you have to stay at that middling level; it means only that it helps to get to SOME level if you want to advance to higher levels.


Despite everything I’ve just written about the benefits to remedial lotharios of practicing on plain janes, I say there is room on the practice pitch for spectacular, high risk shots on goal. My advice is to mix it up. Hit on the plain janes and the hot babes. The honest feedback from the former will rapidly improve your game, while the effort spent on the latter will slowly inure you to their intoxicating beauty. Until, one day, the exquisite beauties become your daily bread.

And, in the meantime, a bonus: when the plainer girls see you flirting with the hot babes, they’ll be a LOT more receptive to your company when you decide to give them a chance. There’s nothing better than a fully lubed seduction.

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A hopelessly lovelorn beta male high school junior hired a pilot to fly a black helicopter over his school’s football field to drop a stuffed animal via parachute with a message attached for the girl he loves. The message asked her to a school dance.

(More precisely, his father, (who should have known better), a senior official with US Customs and Border Protection, hired the pilot. He can’t close our nation’s borders but at least he can close the vaginal borders of the girl his son loves.)

The girl, a kicker for the high school football team

and future lesbian, responded to her suitor’s romantical betatude with the sort of shiv twist that only young women still familiarizing themselves with the extent of their power over horny teen boys are capable of delivering.

“He knew it was my senior year, and I’ve been asked some pretty creative ways before this,” said Victoria Burress, 17, a soccer player and kicker for the football team. “Everyone thinks that we like each other, but it’s not like that at all. It’s just unusual to be that close with a guy and to have him still do something nice for you.”

I bet you felt the sting of that through your screen.

This is the kind of female id napalm that burns so cruelly, that is so publicly humiliating, and is consequently so very illuminating as a lesson for other young men, that the Washington Post, man-hating feminist shitlib bastion, couldn’t bring itself to publish the boy’s name (the paper claims they couldn’t verify the boy’s involvement. yeah right).

High school is a time to make these sorts of mistakes, so it’s easy to forgive this fledgling beta his ignorance of women’s sexual natures and his self-defeating gamelessness. But if a strong alpha male authority figure doesn’t lead him to the light, he risks falling into soulkilling and incel-ifying beta male patterns that will make his dating journey over the years that much more perilous. The time for high school boys to BUSTAMOVE in the ways of women is sooner rather than later.

To the younger men reading CH and still finding their way through the thickets of the sexual market: you don’t want to be that try-hard, overeager, starry-eyed beta male, struck with a severe case of oneitis, who hears that scrotally deflating “but it’s not like that at all” from any girl you like. You want to avoid that at all costs. You want to be the man who hears instead from girls, “I hope he likes me back”.

You can be that man by welcoming the Rude Word of CH into your life.


Commenter eyes open notices something funny in the girl’s quote:

It’s just unusual to be that close with a guy and to have him still do something nice for you.


Eh, too. My guess is the girl was misquoted or….

she unintentionally revealed a deep truth about the modern American dating market: girls don’t judge close friendships with boys based on how nice the boys are to them. Niceness isn’t a characteristic that girls value very highly as a measure of the closeness of their relationships.

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All women will hit The Wall someday (for the vast majority of women that day is no later than their 50th birthday.) Some women will hit it sooner, some later. Some women will approach The Wall cautiously, slowing down a bit as it nears; others will hit the gas and zoom straight at it when it looms, going out in a sudden blaze of wrinkles and sag. Some women will make glancing blows with The Wall, taking minor hits to their crumple zones that slowly add up over the years until their engine finally blows a gasket. Other women will make a last, valiant charge at The Wall when it appears on the battlefield horizon, living out the last moments of their futile resistance looking as good as possible before surrendering Christ-like to the inevitable.

But then there are those women — fewer in number but out-sized in their penchant for spectacular exits from the sexual market — who turn to face The Wall when still young and pretty and jam the accelerator to the floor, propelled by a jet engine and a metadeath wish, and slam into the immovable edifice with such speed and unswerving gusto that the wreckage left behind is used as PSAs for classrooms full of young women on the perils of hard living and waiting too long for marriage and children.

This is actress Jennifer Lien, who was recently arrested for exposing her post-Wall devastation to three kids.

That is a fifteen year separation folks. F-i-f-t-e-e-n years. She doesn’t just look like a different woman; she looks like a different species. Her destruction, at age 41, is complete.

Looking at that 1995 photo of lovely Ms Lien, I would have pursued and happily spelunked her secret sinkhole. In her 2010 photo, the thought of accidentally grazing her fat clammy forearm skin in a supermarket aisle fills me with revulsion.

That, ladies, is the incredible romance-killing power of The Wall. Respect it, and heed its warnings. The time for dawdling about in the feminist factories of urban sluttitude and swallowing the pain away with a cocktail of anti-depressants is shorter than you think. tick…. tock.


Reader Stationarity writes,

I read this article yesterday, and after I cleaned up the vomit, I wondered, could her tit flashing be some desperate post wall attempt at validation?

Half of women’s psychoses could be described as behavioral manifestations of a subconscious need to feel externally validated in their sexual worth. The other half is the cognitive dissonance created by rationalizing away this need as feminist empowerment.

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Paging Matt King…

I was all set to write a lengthy exegesis on this topic, when a reader helpfully slapped together a visual meme that says more, and says it better, than any blog essay could.

Shiv shivvily shiv shivvily shiv shiv shivoo…. boy I’ve got a juxtaposition for you. On the left, the alpha male Muslim refugee stealing the bag of goodies from the beta male Germanboy just trying to help. On the right, the White European beta male looking defeated as the interloper alpha male Muslim takes a selfie with the White European Angela Merkel who can’t help but feel vagina tingles* (however dusty) for this impudent swarth of the earth.

In the end, the hamster wins. The Ottoman hordes and Donald Trump have this in common: every girl loves a cocky sonofabitch. And that is why Western women are NEXTing their glorious heritage. They can sense that their native men don’t have that fighting spirit anymore.

*this is why women should never be leaders of nations. they don’t have that steel-reinforced backbone to refrain from bending over and rolling out the red carpet for the world’s theatre acting-class poors. men preserve their culture’s commons; women trash it when a stronger tribe marches into the town square.

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:lol: “sweet and steady” is a shiv in the heart of niceguys.

You gotta marvel at how often the extremely anti-feminist sexual market theories of The Wall and Beta Bux are confirmed by blithely unaware liberal news organs.

Explanation for new CH readers:

The Wall is the point in a woman’s life when she is sexually worthless to the vast majority of men with options. As The Wall approaches, a woman’s sexual market value (SMV, i.e., her youth and beauty), exponentially decays to zero. Most women will have hit The Wall by age 50.

Beta Bux is one part of a woman’s dual mating strategy (the other part being “Alpha Fux”) to acquire, if possible, both the genetic contributions of sexy alpha males and the resource contributions of boring but dependable beta males. The fact that most women will not be able to fulfill their mating duality directives does not mean that these competing desires don’t exist within them, or that given the right contexts and sufficient deniability they won’t make a go at it.

Now that you know this about women, the above Twat makes sense. An urban, socially disconnected, cock carousel riding city slutter woke up to the reality of her disappearing looks on her 32nd birthday, and like magic she suddenly noticed that dull niceguy in her office who would make a fine steady paycheck to foot the bills for her future dreams of a family consisting of two SUVs, three cats, five iPads, and 1.2 kids.

I wonder if the yeoman efforts of humble outposts like CH to catalog and publicize the dark but necessary nature of women to an audience of dumbfounded beta males will ever have an impact on the willingness of these men to accept the aging slut’s terms of engagement? Will we have a WAKE UP BETA MALE moment equally as vital and timely as the coming WAKE UP WHITE MAN cultural cataclysm now reverberating its way through the West?

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