I was sent a link to this collegehumor.com video (hat tip: “godless capitalist”):
It’s pretty funny, but the bad game demonstrated here isn’t all that exaggerated. We’ve all seen guys do this in clubs. (What’s going through the girls’ heads is probably a bit harsher in reality. Something along the lines of “Loser! ACK, another loser! LOSER! omg, loser again!”)
Beta behaviors illustrated:
Goofy smiling.
Unsolicited hugs.
Bad voice tone.
Maniacal laughing every time girl speaks.
Staring.
Drink buying.
Island buying.
Professions of love.
The fat chick coming out of the loo was a nice touch.
In the last installment, I analyzed the game Rhett runs on Scarlett. This time it’s the game Paul Newman, in the character of Hud, uses to seduce Alma (Patricia Neal).
This scene is between Hud and Alma, his family’s housekeeper, and it’s the first time in the movie Hud makes a pass at her. Hud is a classic badboy in this movie, and Alma does a good job resisting his devilish charms. My comments are in bold.
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HUD: Got a cigarette?
[alpha body language straight from the get-go. slow, heavy steps on the approach. both his arms up and hands leaning against the door frame. forceful tone of voice. this is the entrance of an alpha. a woman will know she’s not about to suffer the entreaties of a beta.]
ALMA: Yeah.
HUD: I wish you wouldn’t keep me hanging around on the front porch make me feel like I’m selling something.
[first qualification. with a dash of playful humor, he lets her know he’s unimpressed with her rudeness for not promptly inviting him into the room. really, any excuse will do to qualify a woman.]
ALMA: All right, come on in. They’re a little squashed.
HUD: It’s all right. They’ll do. I see you got things fixed up some.
[betas are overly attentive. alphas are distracted. hud glances around the room as he grabs the cigarettes from her.]
ALMA: I try.
HUD: Looks pretty good, except your sweet potato plant over here has got the blight.
[compliment, followed immediately by mild criticism. remember that formula.]
ALMA: I can’t seem to get one started.
HUD: They need a lot of tender loving care, honey, same as the rest of us.
[an alpha gets the conversation rolling in a sexual/sensual manner sooner rather than later.]
ALMA: I’ll keep it in mind. Could I have a match?
[notice he doesn’t rush to fulfill her request. she walks to him to get the match, and he almost flings it into her hand. DHV.]
HUD: Well, what have we got here? “Jiffy Portable Hairdryer.” “Triple screen.” Automatic toaster. So what’ve you been doin’, a little rustlin’ down at the five and dime?
[NEG #1. making fun of her stuff.]
ALMA: I go in for those prize contests. “How Shinette Shampoo changed my life,” in twenty words or less. They give free two week trips to Europe. But I end up with the fountain pens and the binoculars.
HUD: Won me a turkey raffle once, but it was fixed. I got to be pretty friendly with one of them gals picking the numbers.
[if you can’t physically demonstrate social proof and preselection by women, the next best thing is to offhandedly hint at it in conversation. the way to do this is to ground your verbalized social proof with a backstory so it sounds natural and unforced.]
ALMA: It figures.
HUD: How much you take the boys for tonight?
[notice the change of voice tone. hud lowered the volume and pitch of his voice while he’s distractedly (and seductively) fondling a flower. women are not the only ones who can flirt with the use of props. also: CONTRAST IS KING. playing with a flower is femme, but hud is dripping with so much masculinity that the flower intensifies his allure.]
ALMA: Twenty dollars and some change.
HUD: You’re a dangerous woman to have around.
ALMA: I’m a good poker player.
HUD: You’re a good housekeeper. You’re a good cook. You’re a good laundress. What else you good at?
[when alma says she’s a good poker player, the typical beta, because he is bereft of interesting things to say or the confidence with which to lead a conversation in new directions, would have jumped at the “beta bait” and attempted to capitalize on her measly offering by asking her about her poker skills. an alpha, otoh, uses what a woman says as a springboard to talk about whatever the fuck he feels like talking about. it’s the art of riffing. here, hud challenges her. the challenge is part of the stage of attraction known as “male to female” interest. instead of proving himself to her, he’s coaxing her to prove herself to him. and all with a sly smile.]
ALMA: At taking care of myself.
[nice IOD. this chick is not going to be steamrolled.]
HUD: Shouldn’t have to, a woman looks like you do.
[if you’re going to compliment a woman’s looks, this is a good way to do it — in context. and he’s got his lips on that flower like it’s a labia.]
ALMA: That’s what my ex-husband used to tell me, before he took my wallet, my gasoline credit card and left me stranded in a downtown motel in Albuquerque New Mexico.
HUD: What you do to make him take to the hills? You wear your curlers to bed or something?
[NEG #2. this could come across harsh, which is why it helps to say it with a shit eating grin, as hud does here.]
ALMA: Ed’s a gambler. He’s probably up at Vegas or Reno right now, dealing at night, losing it all back in the daytime.
HUD: A man like that sounds no better than a heel.
[ex-husband destroyer.]
ALMA: Aren’t you all?
[she plays the game well.]
HUD: Honey, don’t go shooting all the dogs ’cause one of ’em’s got fleas.
[nice. hud nips her pity ploy in the bud by turning it around on her with a mild rebuke. a beta would have vigorously agreed with her and given her a david alexander-style soft hug and a shoulder to cry on. btw, “honey” is a great way to address a woman when the moment is right. it’s a subtle dominance maneuver that chicks eat up.]
ALMA: I was married to Ed for six years. Only thing he was ever good for was to scratch my back where I couldn’t reach it.
[pause. hud looks her up and down. doesn’t matter if she notices or not. an alpha does these little behavioral things for himself as much as for the woman.]
HUD: You still got that itch?
ALMA: Off and on.
[hud: grin, draw on cig, flower sniff, grin more. nothing is rushed in alphaland.]
HUD: Well, let me know when it gets to bothering you.
[pause. pause. pause. tension. tension. unbroken eye contact. tension building up to the edge of discomfort. unwavering smile half-hidden provocatively by flower AKA labia petals, then… BOOM… hud lowers his smile and flower instantly and — this is important — EXITS FIRST. no lingering for a response. no needy anticipation for her reaction. no goodbye. just gets up off the bed and leaves her to be washed away in the cascading torrent of her lube deluge. that was the money shot. the killer move that greases the skids for a future seduction.]
Let’s assume for the purposes of this post that this exchange between Mickey Rourke and Jericho on Larry King wasn’t staged. (I don’t know one way or the other.)
One of the big problems with movies has been their complete turn to the beta side. Forgetting Sara Marshall and Say Anything are prime examples of the depths to which movies ostensibly aimed at beta males have sunk. (One would almost think it was a conspiracy.) All glib lowbrow humor and self-abasement, no admirable alpha males demonstrating how to properly game a woman. Nowadays, if the movie is about “gaming” chicks, like Hitch, it’s usually wrapped in some larger message that has the main character seeing the light and renouncing his past player ways. Fucking yawn.
Well I’m here to fix that. In a dispiriting feminized world ruled by the high PC priest alpha males and their feminist allies and abetted by the useful tools in the eunuchocracy, where our culture overlords are intent on the subjugation and emasculation of the worker bee betas who would be their competitors, you have me shining a light unto the darkness. In a new series I’m calling “Great Scenes of Game in the Movies”, I will link to videos of scenes from the classics where alpha males show how it’s done. You will see that game as practiced by the PUAs has been around for a long time, and that it works, and the only thing that changed was that a bunch of smart guys, using the findings of science and their own field experience, have bottled the magic of the Rhett Butlers and made it digestible for the masses. This radical revolution in seduction technology is a serious threat to the existing order, so it’s no surprise that the elites drip with fearful contempt for the hedonist’s philosophy and tools of the trade.
One of the commenters gave me this idea (BasilRansom?) when he linked to this video of a classic scene from Gone with the Wind:
Watch and observe, betas. Pay close attention to every word he says and nuance in his body language. Now I’ll break this scene down. My comments are in brackets.
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RHETT: You will, though. And another thing. Those pantalets. I don’t know a woman in Paris wears pantalets anymore.
[too metro to notice fashion details on a woman? tell it to rhett butler. watch how he does almost exactly what i wrote about in this post. he has negged scarlett and raised his value in her eyes.]
SCARLETT: What do they… you shouldn’t talk about such things.
[bam. just like that… attraction.]
RHETT: You little hypocrite, you don’t mind my knowing about them, just my talking about them.
[he calls her out on her BS and passes her shit test with flying colors.]
SCARLETT: Rhett, I really can’t go on accepting these gifts. Though you are awfully kind.
RHETT: I’m not kind, I’m just tempting you. I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid.
[beautiful. she dangles the beta bait but he doesn’t bite. and let’s her know he won’t be like the other pushovers.]
SCARLETT: If you think I’ll marry you just to pay for the bonnet, I won’t.
RHETT: Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not a marrying man.
[“don’t flatter yourself” is a great line, guys. learn it and use it. rhett does a good job here of flipping the script. scarlett is now in the frame of chasing him, instead of him chasing her for marriage. keep in mind just how powerful this technique was back in the day when men routinely offered their hand for marriage.]
SCARLETT: Well, I won’t kiss you for it, either.
[shit test #2. hey, she’s hot. she can afford more than one shit test. in fact, it’s required.]
RHETT: Open your eyes and look at me. No, I don’t think I will kiss you. Although you need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.
[he passes shit test #2. watch carefully at 0:39. see how rhett moves his face in very close to scarlett’s face, as if he is going to kiss her and give her what she wants, and then pulls back right when the heat is hottest to deliver his killer disqualification line. this is a perfect demonstration of “push-pull” technique as taught by the PUAs. rhett is too smart for her games. he knows if he kisses her in this moment she has won a tactical victory… but lost her attraction for him.]
SCARLETT: And I suppose that you think that you are the proper person.
[more beta bait. how many beta friends do you know who would say “sure i am!”]
RHETT: I might be, if the right moment ever came.
[translation: i’m qualifying you.]
SCARLETT: You’re a conceited, black- hearted varmint, Rhett
Butler, and I don’t know why I let you come and see
me.
[you just know her panties are dripping wet now.]
RHETT: I’ll tell you why, Scarlett. Because I’m the only man
over sixteen and under sixty who’s around to show you
a good time.
[DHV. look at the expression on his face — AMUSED MASTERY. he’s bemused by her. and she can practically smell it — the musky aroma of a man who knows he’s the best she’ll ever get.]
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There you have it. Learn from the greats and fall into an abundance of pussy.
