Should Struggling Seducers Practice On Hot Babes Or Plain Janes?

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.

Benefits:

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.

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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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Beta Male Orbiter Pulls Out The Stops For His Oneitis, Is Rewarded With Public Humiliation

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.

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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?

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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What A High Velocity, Head-On Impact With The Wall Looks Like

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.

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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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Alpha Islam, Beta Christianity

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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The Wall Meets Beta Bux

😆 “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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How To Handle A Manipulative Exhibitionist

There is a card that women can play which is not readily available to men. That is the exhibitionism card, and women are capable of playing this hand with manipulative glee.

The Manipulative Exhibitionist (“the ME girl” for short) uses her body and her girlishness to get a rise out of men. She is usually a BPD attention whore with a strong streak of self-love, although every woman of sufficient youth and attractiveness will occasionally indulge in a spate of manipulative exhibitionism — how else will a girl get a man’s attention if she doesn’t advertise her goods at least a little bit? — for various purposes.

Those purposes include, but are not limited to:

Feeling attractive again to men after the end of a long relationship.
Thrill-seeking.
Capturing the interest of an aloof alpha male.
Tormenting beta males or the boyfriends of her girl friends.
Testing her sexual market value after a big weight loss/new hairdo/new clothes.
Passive-aggressive acting out stemming from psychological control freak issues.
Sending a message to her BFFs who are in happy relationships that she still has the power to steal their men.

As you can see, the ME girl’s manipulations can run the spectrum from clumsily benign (heavy-handed flirting with a man she likes) to sadistically malign (cockteaser/social circle saboteur). Most girls are on the less evil end of the ME spectrum, but there are a nontrivial minority of ME girls who are breathtakingly exploitative, and among them the majority are likely sociopaths or even psychopaths. (For proof of the obligate ME girl’s sociopathy, try calling out an ME girl on her antics and get ready for a shit river of obfuscating denial and blame-shifting.)

A girl who is simply showing a little skin or acting girlish in an effort to flirt with you is easily parried. A dab of push-pull will do ya.

GIRL: [showing leg, letting her skirt creep up and watching your reaction] Wow, take a picture it’ll last longer!
DEVIL’S MENTOR: I don’t want a picture of your knobby knees.

But that’s Game 101. What about the ME girls who take it to the next level? How would you handle a girl who, for instance, while tipping her chest to show you the deepest ravine of her cleavage says things like, “Be careful, your girlfriend’s watching”, right in front of your gf/date? Or the girl who jumps in your lap, grinds into you as your friends nervously laugh, and hops off blithely announcing, “uh oh, someone’s getting the wrong idea!” (She will say this even if no part of you got the wrong idea.) Or what about the girl who goes to the bathroom at house parties with the door open, talking to people outside during which you can hear her piss hit the water? Or the girl who, elevating her ME craft to levels of artistry unknown in the pre-modern world, gives you a Basic Instinct glimpse of her underskirt bare pussy, lingers in that position for a w(hole) note beat, then snaps her legs shut and accusatorially asks if you “enjoyed the show”.

The worst of the ME girls are power-tripping narcissists who love inciting sexual arousal in men, but especially in men with whom they have no reciprocal romantic interest. I.e., the classic cocktease, on roids. This is important, because the ME girl’s feeling of control and power over men would be harder to sustain in the presence of a man who likewise aroused her own curiosity.

The Power Tripper ME girl loves the reaction of sex-struck beta males driven to catatonic impotence, but she loves even more the consequent opportunity to put those betas in their places. This is why more than a few Power Trippers are past-peak women in their late 20s and early 30s; she is the woman in dire need of reassurance that she still has the slut stuff to play bumbling betas for marionettes.

Power Trippers will also try to provoke alpha males, but usually only alphas who are spoken for by another woman (typically the PT’s bestie girl friend). This is the darkest soul of PTME girls, the part of them that is nourished by triumphant demonstrations of their slutty allure over “off-limits” alpha men who are hamstrung by their relationships from retaliating in kind (aka pushing the PTME girl to a bedroom finale).

These are the girls you will need to learn how to handle, for your own mental peace as much as for the bang possibilities. If you let an ME girl run roughshod over you, she will be emboldened to worse behavior the next time you two are in the same room together. And, her female form of sadism is boundless, so there’s a real risk she’ll segue her power hungry exhibitionism into blowing up the relationships of her friends.

I’ve found that calling the ME girl’s bluff can backfire if you aren’t prepared to go toe to toe with her during the drawn-out aftermath. If an ME girl gets point-blank called out, she’ll respond with a greater range of theatrics than you thought she possessed. Expect her loudness and mannerisms to intensify, because she has a cultivated insensitivity to the fallout from making a scene in public. There is a danger too that she will act out like a dishonored maiden, signaling to any brave and stupid white knights in the immediate vicinity to rush to her defense.

The better response is to humorously clue her into the fact that you know what she’s up to, without going all the way to angrily indicting her for malfeasant immodesty.

“Jiggling your tits? That’s quaint, like something my grandma would’ve done back in her day. How many men does that work on?”

“Hey, what do you think this place is, a brothel?”

“You’re all class.”

“The burlesque club is down the street.”

“I was about to say ‘show me your tits’ but you beat me to it.”

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that.” (If she plays innocent and asks what you mean by that, summon the spirit of The Trumpening and say, “Your game is weak, you’re a weak game-having girl. Give me a real challenge.”)

If she ups the ante and says something like, “No way, you’re a creepy perv. Your head is in the wrong place”, keep teasing her for her bad acting at playing the innocent naif.

“Whatever, I’m not the one [going commando/leaving the bathroom door open/pretending like my boobs aren’t “””accidentally””” falling out of my shirt].”

Laugh her off, win over the crowd, and the ME girl is humbled. You might not see much of her again after your victory, because she prefers easy marks who won’t know what they’re up against, and untrammeled social pastures where her reputation hasn’t yet caught up to her.

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Two Minds

Friend, you ask, “What do women want?” You are confused, and this hobbles your field effectiveness.

Listen closely.

Chick logic is unfathomable when you are in your teens, but now as a man in your twenties you have no excuse!

Challenge.

Chicks dig a challenge. Like men dig a bikini bridge.

It’s a mark of personal growth to occasionally reexamine your beliefs to affirm their validity. Why do chicks dig a challenge? Sociobiology gives us our answer.

Girls want men with power because such men have their pickings in women. These alpha males can have sex with many women and thus have opportunities to have many more children. Consequently, any sons they conceive will be blessed with their fathers’ genetic gifts, and these sons will grow up and, like their charming mofo dads, also have their pickings in girls.

The sexually successful son, in a state of nature, is the reproductively successful son, and his children will spread his mother’s genes as well. The more procreatively prolific the son, the more widely his mother’s genes are distributed across the next generation. Her genes are spread much more widely than if, in her youth, she had instead bedded down with a herbalicious partner who gave her herbalicious sons who played video games while the alphas were banging babes in the school stairwells.

Here’s where the challenge part comes in. A man with power (and this can take many forms. e.g.: money, fame, status, charm, humor, musical talent, looks, physique, jerkboy charisma) knows he has options and never feels desperate to “lock in” any one woman. He calmly moves from babe to babe. It is his assured, unperturbed demeanor which acts as a sexiness signal to girls, and unsurprisingly girls quickly recognize this signal. Their subconscious lizard brain tells them “Hmm, this man is unusually composed around beautiful women. Look at how they try to impress him! He must enjoy the intimate pleasure of their company regularly.” Their conscious brain is saying “OMG, he’s sexy! I want to mount his meat pony!”

Returning to your confusion, the lesson is this: by throwing yourself at girls and bending over backwards to do things for them, you are unconsciously sending the signal that you don’t get many romantic chances with them and you must try-extra-hard  to impress the ones you do manage to get because you are afraid to lose them. You are the opposite of a challenge: you are a concession.

Now we come face to face with paradoxical chick logic.
Why, you may ask, do the movies show women catered to by chivalrous men while the female audience laps it up?
Why do women earnestly profess to like it when men open doors for them?
Why? why? why?, when I just got through telling you these actions will get you tossed in the buddy bin?

It’s easy to see how so many men get confused by the mixed signals between the cultural messages and their own dating reality.

Here, my friend, your answer is found. The clouds part! The fog lifts!
It is in a woman’s genetic interest to confuse men.
Unbeknownst to themselves, the inherent contradiction between women’s primal feelings and their publicly declared desires is actually a SCREEN to separate the wheat from the chafe. Think about it. If it were easy for men to spoof alpha male characteristics, many many more girls would be easy lays. But evolution has designed these female screens, or TESTS, to ensure that the men they fall hard for are AUTHENTIC alpha males.

An authentic alpha male — natural born or self-made — is never confused by the split personality of a woman. He knows the score (from inborn intuition or learned through experience), and when women know that he knows the score, they get WET AND BOTHERED. Like The Trumpening, the authentic alpha male PLOWS THROUGH these screens and tests and OWNS THE FRAME.

The beta male, poor sap, listens to women and gives them what they claim to want. He opens doors, compliments their beauty, keeps his hands to himself, sympathizes with their problems, and “takes it slow”. And that is why he fails.

This is why chick logic is so whack. Women really are of TWO MINDS.
And they can’t help it. It’s hardwired. They are completely unaware of their own internal contradictions.
Friend, now that you have this knowledge, use it.
Fulfill your destiny.
Go forth and…
spread the seed.

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