No, not the gay homosexual pedophile priest game. Commenter Roman explains,
I’m a little embarrassed to say that I used to get laid somewhat easily in my 20s by saying I was thinking about becoming a priest and was still trying to figure things out. It made curiosity/conquest interest by women of the “unavailable” man quite high. Since it was actually true, it wasn’t a “game” technique per se.
The best Game techniques are the ones that nobody knows you’re running. Not even yourself.
Anyway, that path didn’t work out. Because I like women too much. And marriage didn’t ever happen because I like variety too much.
Variety is the spice of life. Most men desire poosy variety. But most men fear long, involuntary dry spells. So they settle for one woman with at least an implied guarantee of occasional sex. Because fear is stronger than desire. The fear will not pass through most men; it will set up camp and call the shots, forever.
This song could be the rapefugee anthem. Listen to young women, really listen, and you’ll come to realize the ancients were wise to cut women off from political influence.
A quick Crimson Pilled analysis of the lyrics.
Ohhh Ohh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhhh
She’s orgasming just anticipating the noncommittal attention of a bad boy.
Ask me to stay and I’m not gonna leave Don’t make me wait with my heart on my sleeve Cause I won’t go ‘less you want me to I’d surrender it all for you
She would sacrifice her first-born for the love of a bad boy.
Friends turn to foes I don’t know who to trust You say I worry, I worry too much But I can’t help what I’m feeling now I just want us to be somehow
Is her bad boy cheating? Careless whispers! Suspicion of his unfaithfulness only intensifies her love for him.
I said there’s somethin ’bout the bad boys That makes the good girls Fall in Love
They are bad, ergo they are lovable.
Clear as a crystal or sharp as a knife Words will be words ’til you bring them to life Show the whole world that you’re mine alone Tell them girls to go find their own
Female preselection boosts male sexual market value. She loves that other girls are after her bad boy, but her erotic power is so complete he ignores the others to be with her. Or so she tells herself.
(and if you’re no good for me) Don’t leave me stranded
She can only take so much foot-dragging (measured in prime years wasted).
(and if you’re no good for me) Don’t lead me on
Shit or get off the pot.
(and if you’re no good for me) I’d rather feel abandoned
Better to have loved and lost a bad boy, than to never have known a bad boy’s love at all.
(and if you’re no good for me) Please be gone
She has to beg her intransigent bad boy to dump her, because she doesn’t have the inner strength to do it herself. This is a good time to remind yourself that hot girls have no trouble dumping non-bad boys on the flimsiest of pretexts.
PS Zara Larsson, the singer, is Hey Nineteen in this video.
bernieciz, the reader who used a CH anti-flake technique to turn a cold lead hot, has a clarification regarding the post about his progress report.
@CH thanks for posting; the third screenshot was from a different girl (I actually made plans with the first girl once the second one cancelled so thanks again for the advice)
Thanks for clearing it up. I read that third screenshot as coming from the original flake. This makes more sense now. The first girl bernieciz used the “flaky mcflakester” line on was a GO. The third screenie was from a different girl, and the humor value in it is that this other girl used the exact same “I’m sick” flake excuse. It’s like girls have a lot more in common with each other than they do with men. Strange!
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When a girl flakes, a reader recommends texting her a picture of a corn flake. Let her figure it out.
Consider the subject of this post an extended play version of the Game tactic “Agree & Amplify”.
Commenter anon stumbles upon the potential of Proud Incel Game when he writes,
i get plenty of poon. yet i dont look like i do. so to allay suspicions ill say i havent gotten any in so long i forgot how. they ask why i say bad luck things havent worked out ect. it does a good job with dismissing the fear they have that im some kind of player.
This can be parlayed into a boss pickup technique with a little practice and refinement, and especially on those girls who suspect you are a player and react defensively to your charms. The trick is to exaggerate your incel hopelessness beyond the bounds of shame. Envision the cadence of PIG rapport:
GIRL: Are you a player? That’s not my type.
RAGNAROK’S HERALDIC COCK: Oh man, if only. I haven’t gotten laid since Y2K. I forgot where to put it, it’s been so long. Grandmas are starting to look good to me now.
GIRL: Really? Why?
RAGNAROK’S BATTLE COCK: I dunno. Bad BO? Micropenis? Vox reader? Kasich voter? Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl yet. I’ll give it another ten years to see if this string of bad luck breaks, then I’m joining the priesthood.
At this point, she should be laughing, or at least brightening with curiosity. “How can he be so confidently blase about his failure with women?”, she’ll ask herself, and then she’ll rationalize your ZFG incel incongruity as a put-on or, better, a feint to create distance between you and her. And this, paradoxically, will make you a challenge and provoke in her a desire to “get through” to what you’re really about.
Give it a shot sometime. Nothing beats the instant feedback of the field to test out new Game techniques. If you’re up for it, try to find a balance between conspicuous hyperbole and regretful sincerity. That gray zone where ambiguity rules is the cauldron in which tingles are stewed.
This is what happens when you take Chateau pickup advice to heart and apply it in the field.
Hey CH I was the one [bernieciz] who emailed you about the girls flaking with the “I’m sick excuse” so I tried out what you said and here is the result:
I called her and set up plans for tonight and eventually got a confirmation text this morning:
Heh, received this message today and it put a smile on my face:
I know what some of the less perceptive readers are thinking. “Where’s the successful close? She still flaked on him!”
Ah, not so fast, young pantywad. Context matters. You’ll note three developments that strongly suggest this second “sickness” text from the girl is not a flake (i.e., an excuse to bail). One, after the “flaky mcflakester” gibe, she promptly replied with a flurry of three texts. No girl does this for a man unless she has had her curiosity and interest (re)ignited.
Two, she initiated a confirmation text the next day. Again, a girl planning on flaking (a second time) would not do this.
Three, her second sickness excuse sounded sincere. She’s effusive with regret, and at least puts on a genuine show of intent to meet at some point in the near future. The fact appears to be that this girl is a flu magnet, and doesn’t want to meet while sniffles and coughing ruin her appearance.
My conclusion is that this girl is still down to meet, and I look forward to bernieciz giving us all an update soon.
PS If I were bernieciz, I wouldn’t bother replying to her last text. The balls are in her court now. No need to hammer out further mission directives. Alternately, bernieciz could tease her for her inability to stay healthy. “maybe laying off the hooch wd help you get better”. Or:
Guys who are confident that nothing in life can touch them have very open and smooth body language. Nervous guys who are always afraid of fights, of being sucker punched, of conflict, will defensively scrunch up their body as if they were psychologically warding off blows. Guys who fear nothing open their arms, expose their chests, and generally project the look of someone who never worries about being caught off-guard. In that vein, avoid shoving your hands in your pockets, crossing your arms, standing with a narrow stance, looking around the room with darting eyes, slouching, or grabbing one forearm with your hand.
To Catch Someone On Tinder, Stretch Your Arms Wide
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In these experiments, the researchers compared young adults’ closed, slouched postures against open, or expanded, ones.
“An expansive, open posture involves widespread limbs, a stretched torso and general enlargement of occupied space,” says Tanya Vacharkulksemsuk, a social psychologist at the University of California, Berkeley and lead author on the study published Monday in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.
For the 144 speed daters, Vacharkulksemsuk says, “expansiveness nearly doubles chances of getting a yes [to see each other again.]” […]
Separately, she and her colleagues had three men and three women create two dating profiles each on a popular dating app. (All six participants were white and heterosexual). Their profiles were identical in every way except the pictures in one profile were all expanded postures, while its twin had all contracted poses.
The participants swiped yes on every potential suitor — 3,000 in total — for 48 hours. “Profiles that feature expansive photos were 27 percent more likely to get a yes,” Vacharkulksemsuk says. Expanding made both men and women more desirable during speed dating and in the dating app. The effect was more pronounced for men, however.
Bolded to twist the shiv in feminists’ spotted hides. Sorry, feminists, dominance displays benefit men more than women! (You can tell how badly this shiv hits the shitlib bone by the alacrity with which the NPR writer avoided deeper examination of this equalist narrative-busting caveat.)
These postures convey power and openness, says Vacharkulksemsuk. “The information packing in that nonverbal behavior is social dominance, and where that person stands in a hierarchy,” she says. And, presumably, the person high in the pecking order is sexy. Alphas are scarce and in demand.
The reader who forwarded the NPR link asks, “Do you ever get tired of being right?”
Here’s a line I sometimes toss out to faux bitchy girls glibly assuming I’m just another chode waiting to polish their pussy pedestals. As far as asshole lines go, this one is lethally penetrative of girly egg-bunkering egos.
The line is most effectively deployed on girls who are playing that “I’m too good for you” flirty game that is common among many prime hotties. You know the type. She’ll tell you, in so many words, how much better she is than you, or how you fall short of her standards in this or that way. It’s irritating, but also promising, because girls generally don’t bother with these sorts of vanity games unless they feel a pulse of attraction.
GIRL: “We could never date. You’re too short/tall/old/young/into your job/full of yourself/etc.”
THE COCKENING: “Great. You sound annoying anyway.”
DROP THE SHRIKE. I’ve yet to have negative blowback from saying this to girls. Sure, there will follow a tumult of indignation — all of it phony — but eyes will brighten, cheeks will redden, and muffs will moisten. HOW COULD YOU! HOW DARE YOU! WHAT’S YOUR DEAL?! And just like that I’ve trespassed her hindbrain, and she’ll start rationalizing reasons why we, in fact, could date.
One reason I rarely get negative reactions to this supreme gentleman’s riposte is because I tailor my asshole game to my recipient. Super-sensitive, shy girls a tit size short of an HB8 can be genuinely hurt by asshole-y lines like this one, taking it to heart that they really might be annoying, and this bad feeling will cause them to emotionally turtle or storm off in a huff and a bird flip.
Asshole Game is powerful, which means it must be wielded with skill. You could carpet bomb assholery and get laid more than slouching toward incel as a perpetual niceguy, but you’ll also lose a fair number of the less bitchy/less haughty/less egotistic girls who don’t have strong urges to succumb to a total dick.
Less egotistic? Yes! Contrary popular perception, girls with high self-esteem enjoy the charms of the asshole more than do lower self-esteem girls. A girl who thinks highly of herself — i.e., she thinks highly of her face and body as commodities to sell herself on the open sexual market — prefers more challenging men as potential partners in grime. On the other end of the female spectrum, less solipsistic or extroverted girls are thinner-skinned and quicker to bruise from backhanded compliments (tending to focus on the backhanded part) and reckless assholery. They can be coaxed into chasing assholes, especially if they’re hotter than average, but will weary sooner of commitment-averse, ZFG jerkboys than will stronger, more self-confident women.
