Quick observation from 2 hours ago. Went to a bank and had to wait a few minutes until they opened, so I started watching a Joe Rogan video to kill the time. Cutish chick, maybe mid 20s walks by and tries to open the locked door…forcefully. I tell her without looking up from my phone that what she’s doing technically constitutes bank robbery.
She starts complaining in earnest that she’s already late for whatever the fuck, and I tell her ” let me pause my video so you can vent “. She says ” sorry ” quickly, but I noticed her sandals and feet – no, I don’t have a foot fetish or anything, but her feet/nail polish/toe ring/sandal combo looked very nice.
Me: your sandals are very nice. Who makes those?
Her : tthhhaannnkkkk yyyoouuuu!!!! I got them online, they are ‘ X ‘ brand ( I never heard of that brand ).
Me: well, your feet actually set off the design…
Her : lol… You’re gay right? You don’t look gay..
Me : what did you say?
Her: oh I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to offend you. You’re not gay right? You don’t look gay, I’m just saying…
Me : what are you just saying? Are you homophobic?
Her: oh God. Embarrassing..
Me: don’t be embarrassed. Maybe I came off wrong. Let’s start again.
Her : okay please, let’s do that.
Me: hello, say, you have a really nice ass. I hope this isn’t coming across as gay or anything.
Her: #laughing# I guess I deserved that.
Me: yup. You homophobe.
Bank dude comes and unlocks door and we go inside and form a line.
Her: let me ask you something, are you saying no one ever asked you if you were gay?
Me: are you still talking to me? I don’t talk to homophobic strangers….
Her: shhhhhhh!!!!! People are looking…
Me: so what’s your name so I know who to name in the police report?
Her : Athena.
Me: that explains your apparent goddess complex.
Her: I can’t with you. What’s your name? And I was only saying that your beard is so neat, and you’re dressed casual but stylish, you know? And you noticed my sandals. Now, if you Woulda started with ” yo ma you look good ‘, I wouldn’t have gone the gay way.
Me: Yo ma, them titties…
Her: oh my God – shhhhhhhhh!!!!! People can hear you!
Me: well Athena, I’m Blaximus. Now you can put a name to the face you’ve been insulting.
I take care of my transaction. Athena asks me to wait up.
Her: I apologize if I offended you.
Me: nah, see now I might need therapy. But if you want to make it up to me, it is my cheat day and I’ve been waiting to cheat all week. I’m willing to cheat with you.
Her: what? Wait… What?
Me: its just a thought. If you won’t cheat with me I’ll just do it by myself.
Her: by yourself? You mean jerk off?
Me: what!!??!! What are you even talking about? I’m talking about carbs. I can have carbs today. My diet cheat day. I was seeing if you were interested in some pastry. Maybe with coffee. Wtf???
Her : # cracking up #
Me: bakery 2 doors down. Motel 5 blocks down. Your choice since you have sex and sexuality on the brain.
Her : but I’m late for work.
Me : your already late. You’ll just be later. C’mon girl, the croissant ain’t gonna eat itself.
Her: okay, but hurry up.
Chatted for about a half hour. She has a bf. He’s not pulling the trigger on marriage, lol. Exit visa immanent. She says that he’s’ changed ‘.
She never asked if I was married or had a gf.
This is why I’ve developed the Alpha Triad… to understand what are the fewest but essential elements of Alpha… the Dynamic, Passionate and Authentic traits and displays… and then why is this useful? And then how is this used? Those are different order questions.
So I think there is universal acknowledgement that women are attracted to Alpha. If anyone disagrees with this, just move on to your own thing. You are at the wrong table.
Then consider that I’ve posed the question here just on this thread five or more times “What is Alpha?” and zero have an answer… and I know why… because they know they do not really have an answer and understand what Alpha is, and as dogs will come up with huge dog lists of what they believe is manly or cool or seductive or this or that… [Money!, Honor!, Courage!, Muscle! a big dick!] which serve no purpose because there is no consistency in application…
1. Laser eye her on approach
2. Stand facing bar with your palms on the bar shoulder-wide apart.
3. Hold the handshake a bit longer.
3. etc, etc. just quick stuff I can remember
These are just actions that can be met with revulsion and disinterest unless there is that something giving them life, that spark… that radiance of Alpha…
Absent living a dynamic, passionate and authentic life… you get meh response or you get PUA “fake it” response…. which can work in the short term… but you are juggling a process… you are not merely living a process…
So looking for the explanation of what is Alpha, what types of guys – universally – are women attracted to – and this is a key point for those without access to a dictionary “attracted to” has a specific meaning, i.e. it does not mean HAS SEX with necessarily (a confusing point for the absolutists) I looked about… I looked at historical figures, I looked at contemporary figures, I looked at my friends and my own life… and discovered three things… the irreducible elements of what is Alpha… the things that explain why women are attracted to both the lying, cheating petty criminal and the Rich, Eagle Scout Church Deacon CEO. That they and all in between the extremes have in common… they are dynamic, passionate and authentic…
And I cogitated a hypothesis as to why these three, posted in summer of 2014… can’t find that one but here it is anyway:
Dynamic – a bias for action, initiation, invention. These are male life giving and sustaining traits. A man siting on his ass ain’t bringing in mastodon meat or discovering how to make fire or exploring and conquering new territories or defending existing ones. Male dynamism is the corollary to female reproduction and nurturing.
Passion – a hunger for increasing knowledge and skill. Passion is the fuel for dynamic endeavor, informing and amplifying. Passion brings life to the male trait of mission, which drives the larger society forward in the same way a female’s biological mission is to bare children – but on a broader basis. Passion reveals the mysteries of the cosmos underpinning navigation and exploration, the relationship of musical notes creating Bach’s fugues and the development of medicine.
Authentic – male truth, the counter to female truth which is emotion. Being who you are by living as you say. This is independent of any moral judgement. Authenticity is the bedrock of leadership. So when you declare to drive your enemies from their land, raze their buildings and salt their fields you mean it AND you do it. Walking the talk even when difficult.
and lo and behold… these traits go on to explain why a sensitive slight vegan artist and a muscle bound sadistic football player fratbro both have women falling over themselves…
Is The Alpha Triad a process? No. Never was. However it is a shorthand guide, navigational beacons… when you are acting and displaying the Triad Traits you are projecting Alpha. If you want a “process” well that is where the Platinum Rule comes from… Do Whatever You Want Whenever You Want To Do It. This is a reliable way to start to become dynamic, passionate and authentic.
But Alpha can have a lot more attributes!
Yes. But what are the fewest? That is the point… the fewest… the easiest… the simplest…
But will I get laid man displaying the Alpha Triad!!!!? LOL
That is still going to depend on you… this is where Mystery Method and certain Game techniques come into play… and you view “Game” as understanding a language… the female Language of Seduction. It is important to learn a language when you are trying to communicate with people who only speak it… But language is only a tool… It is not a mental Point of Origin, an ethos, a philosophy or self actualization… It is a method of communication [i.e. “he just gets it”]
But guess what? If you pursue the Platinum Rule and start to live a dynamic, passionate and authentic life – YOU become your MPO… YOU become the focus of your life. EVERYTHING else is an adjunct to it and in SERVICE to YOU… Pussy comes down off the pedestal… shit tests are easily passed… AMOGing disappears… You never run out of things to say…
In short… women become attracted to YOU for you…
Sentient Game Examples
Have a few more weeks for the New Years openers… here is a way to jump past pleasantries and begin to seed a connection, using NLP technique
You:Happy New Year
You: What did you get up to? [this is a rope a dope… good structure to use overall, start with something lame to lower her expectations, you can still convey your frame via posture and eye contact]
Her: blah blah.. what about you? [use her investment as a diagnostic, watch her reaction, how she tells you, how quick, manner etc. You can start to break eye contact here and look around, set up a mini roll off, see how she tries to engage you]
You: [this part has a lot of flexibility… you can neg “Sounds boring” or challenge “how original, you got wasted” or sexualize “so how long was the midnight kiss… Guy or girl?” or just go down the middle with a straight response “interesting… well I did” and into a DHV story about your night… you do have one right?]
You: Any resolutions? [start to laser, close space – this is contrasting the lame convo… still rope a doping but now confusing her a bit]
Her: blah blah. You? [note if she doesn’t ask you, you can just go into “well my resolution is …” You can push the convo forward]
You:Yeah… my resolution this year is to be more… open… to new experiences… right? [good spot for kino to arm, also nod head while saying right] so often we go through the day closed off to people… and miss out… on connections, you know? [slow the speech and spread out the time between points, laser ye, head nod – watch her face… see if a smile is forming at the corners of her mouth… start “lighting up”] I mean, like us now… You feel it… [nod head]
Her:blah blah [laughs or smirks or nods etc.]
You:[this is the action point… NOW you try to move her or take it forward… if you are in a good place, bounce “Here, come with me a sec, you seem interesting” and move toward a seat if in a coffee place, especially a counter seat and lock in… or try and pull for an instadate “come walk with me a sec, I want to grab a coffee (water etc.)”
You: “So… tell me… what are you up to today” [logistics! and put her on the back foot a bit] and take it from there
If no bounce
Her: well I have to go do XYZ [ whatever]
You: “Yeah. great. Well write down your number here and we can grab a drink sometime”
Now when we get to feb 2… no more NYE openers… go to the Groundhogs day opener…
You:Happy Groundhog’s Day!
You: I feel like we’ve done this all before though, right? Met, fallen in love… fought… had crazy make up sex…? right??? No not you? wait was that a movie? IDK… So…. what are you up to?
but is it a good place to pull for more….typically fit to unfit men?
The key for anyplace where you might see the girls over and over is to:
1. Spot the windows
2. Act quickly on your desire
3. Be cool with being rebuffed
4. and if rebuffed, treat her pleasant, cause you never now when she comes back around…
what I see form coffee shop game over and over is you can spike attraction real quick… but then you have to act on it… right away, because usually if you don’t follow through you will quickly move into the FZ and be just another smile and wave and 2 minute chat. SET yourself apart up front – you are a sexual being and sexually interested in her… OWN that frame and even if you don’t progress the interaction, she will still view you differently… So this is where being a cool just get it not hurt dude comes in… she sees you again after a rebuff and you are cool and pleasant and gets her to wondering… then in 2 months whenever she has broken off with whoever, she will often loop back around and reopen you a little more flirty… because you sent out the signal that you are a sexual dude… and THEN you jump through that moment of attraction. Rinse and repeat. women still love guys that own their sexuality and want to fuck them, even if they aren’t actually fucking them… It is rarely a misstep to put desire out there…
Deal with it girl… LOL
So out in one of my fav cities, hit a few happy hour places a little late. Not much going on. So decide to get dinner at this place I really love. At this point I’ve opened maybe two women… Just casual stuff. As I eat I ponder the night ahead and game thoughts intrude where to go what to say blah blah…
I finish up and ground myself.. R E L A X as Aaron Rodgers says. The night is young and it only takes one. My mantra. You have no idea what is in store so don’t stress… Experience has proven if you relax into it and act something usually happens…
So it’s late twilight now little before 8. Great time to do street game. It’s night game disguised as daygame. Single sets… Girls are heading from someplace to someplace, usually back to a shit apartment and a cat. Momentum is your friend and it is easy to bounce for a drink as night descends.
So i do my Bruce Willis in Unbreakable stroll… Just slowly stride through the crowd and let let them wash over me. Keeping open to sensations. I am walking on what the Brits would call the High Street, striding half the speed of the crowd. Upright chest out sloooow. Probably looks ridiculous lol. But I find this creates a little wave around you… Some peacocking as shoals of people open up before you.
I give a few smiles as girls walk by me. A head nod… Just keep strolling. About 10 minutes into this a vision appears 20 feet ahead and approach. Solid 8 blonde, fantastic knee length belted and sleeveless dress, flowing to knee. Nice pearl bracelet… All of it expensive snd super tasteful. Body like a Channel mannequin. Perfect make up. Just fucking elegant and sexy.
She is getting closer. I laser her. She is staring back. I nod. She gives a quick quarter smile as she is about to walk on past – check that – fucking glide sexily past. I stop open my arms out and give her the And? Look. She walks by a few feet turning to look at me and laughs. I walk ahead five feet and back up to a shop window and motion her to come over. She laughs and comes over. I lean back on the window and say ” sooo. What are you doing?” She laughs like I am an idiot and says “I’m walking!” In an EE accent. Ah of course. I love when you just jam girls and they just blurt out exactly what they are thinking. Lol.
She asks what I am doing. I say “Well I just had a fantastic dinner and I am looking to buy a pair of pants… Maybe you can help me. You look like you have a leeeeeetle bit of style about you. She laughs and says “just a little huh” I say “yeah. But I can work with it I guess”. She is lolling. This becomes a call back thing.
So now she shifts gears and says she is walking so I can walk with her if I want to talk. Not the time for a frame battle… So we stroll off together in the direction she is headed. Chat about the pants, her accent, I guess Bulgarian but she says Russian. I say Russian too obvious and boring. She laughs… We pass an architecturally interesting plaza so I say lets go this way… Some leading. Little NPL stuff how beautiful these buildings are. We stop and look around. Some more logistics chit chat. She lives a mile a way. She asks where I am staying I give her the hotel name (mistake!) Which is a couple blocks away. We continue to walk a bit… Close side by side so our arms are bumping. It’s hot out though so I lead her to some benches to sit down. She says well if you are hot we should go inside and have a drink. She points to the tall building ahead and says there is a top floor bar. OK then… Buuuuut my Prodar is now pinging 10/10… This easy?
So i say “No surprises though” and she is what do you mean? I smile and say “we’ll see”… But grab the lead. I say no to that place but I know a cool hidden spot nearby, a dark quiet lounge with good drinks and no attitude. And hidden. She lives here and has no idea. On the way we talk restaurants and I rattle off a dozen places. She is impressed with my local knowledge. I say well I’ve been coming here for 20 years…
So i lead her to this place down a dark alley to a bare metal door with a rough dude standing outside. She gives a me “this real?” Look. I say “come on” give the doorman a What’s up man. He cards her. I say come on man she is 40… Just has good plastic surgery… She lols. This becomes another thing. Take her hand lead her in down a dark hall then turn and boom you are in this cool lounge. She is like wow this is neat… Stride in leading her by the hand like a boss. The bar is full so i get us a booth in the corner.
Perfect. Side by side. Kino tests… She is ok. I keep taking her hand then tossing it off… Back of my mind I’m still thinking OK so what is the deal here… So we have a drink and an app and banter… I’m teasing her a lot but playfull. My drink has a huge flower on it i say ” man if I wasn’t so gay this would be a problem” she is lolling. We talk about her travels etc. I ask what she does and she says “not much” so I say she is a streetwalker and this becomes a thing. Lot of playful stuff, some of the time my arm is around her as we talk and laser, some of the time I am pushing her away and making fun of her.
When we are lasering from 5 inches i go to kiss her and she gives me an elegant cheek and I stop amd pull back. Roll off and tease her “oh I see. Cheeky McCheekster huh” and she laughs and says – check that – drips sexily in the accent “you are not going to ruin my make up”… Ok we will see… But now Prodar is confused… Damn did I misjudge again. I have another drink she doesn’t. She asks about my kids and we talk about that. She just barely mentions wife and I just barely acknowledge same. Totally not a thing for her… Anyhow time to bounce. So we roll out, her on my arm. Walking back TOWARDS my hotel… She says “You are man you should be on street side to protect me” i joke with her and say she is my shield i am too pretty… But I do switch at the corner and she likes that. Euro girls…
So I never mention where we are headed and we turn the corner and there is my hotel and she smiles and says “oh look your hotel” as we are out front… Shit. She remembered the name. I say “yeah but it is too early, lets go next door for another drink” she says she is going to head home. It’s 10 now. She says “we have tomorrow, you will be here”.
So we are embracing. Her fucking body is super super tight, waist must be 20 inches. Stomach to stomach. I go to kiss her again she tries the cheek. I pull back and laser shake my head no. She comes in for a kiss but not a full make out. Some light kissing. Then she says “here take my number, we can get together tomorrow” punch it in and she is like “call it to make sure” and I do… It vibrates and she is smiling “i like it when it vibrates”… Hug and ass caress goodbye… She slinks off…
I scratch my head… Prodar busted? Long con… BB? Huh… We will see.
At one point we did the guess the age thing and she says “guess but be nice… A little compliment”… I stroker her bare upper chest and tell her if she is old this is where the wrinkles are… Guess 24. She is like Yes!… Perfect! I looked her up she is 28… Turns out she is an investor, has family money I guess… And was a dancer and a yoga instructor…
Now what was interesting is that she was undeniably super hot, and smart, sophisticated, a lady and also a child. And I found myself really drawn into this vortex of positive feminine energy… Just enjoying having a smoking hot accomplice. Now I did want to bang but it was a second order item… I’ve been with 6s who were fucking making me hard just being close to them… Raw sex appeal…
Here it was more like a perfect possession. A different feeling. And it wasn’t that i didn’t feel entitled… It was more like I felt well of course now here is my hot Russian girlfriend… Like we were dating. Fucking rom comming… Seriously i could see myself having a nice lobster salad and sancerre lunch… Do a little shopping and THEN go back to bang… Just enjoying her company.
So HABD, is the FI so devious that it draws out our nurturing, protecting, possessing side despite our best efforts?
Strange but fun few hours… We will see if we meet up tonight.
Ever heard of the cool new video game that teaches dudes about GAME through a series of interactive lessons (and skewers feminism at every turn)?
Just a thought guys.
I have a theory. A woman who insists on keeping her maiden name and going with a hyphen last name is more likely to cheat on her future husband, thus future husbands should avoid this big mistake.
Any husband that allows this is a pushover to a hamster.
Any woman asking for this is a selfish bitch.
This about it. A woman with a hyphenated name is not equal to the husband. See how the following sound:
Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith – nice and homogenous. Equal and together.
Mr. Smith and Mrs. MeeFirst-Smith – complicated and selfish. Unequal and segregated (like the term African-American).
I’ll try to find divorce records and see if I can find a difference between hyphenated names and regular names.
I was at Chipotle yesterday and I’m in line behind a man and his son. The dude looks like a docile herb, but on the higher end of the scale. He’s quiet and his, say, 7-year-old son is next to him displaying the same quietness and passiveness. In front of them is a woman holding a little girl in her arm with another 3-year-old girl at her side. She’s tall, slender and has that nice-girl look – not too much makeup, talks pleasantly and holds herself well with slight modesty to her vibe. She orders what seems to be a lot of food for her and her two daughters. They scoot up a bit in the line.
I’m expecting the guy and his son to scoot up a bit since it was now their turn to order, but the guy doesn’t order, just scoots behind the woman a bit looking like he’s lost or awaiting some sort of instruction. I’m wondering if the guy already ordered or if he’s just going to follow the line until he reaches the cash register and ask for a drink or something. Then it happens.
The woman turns to the man and says, “Get us some napkins and grab a table, okay?” The guy barely whispered a response and him and his son scurried off as instructed.
Another defeated man spotted. I ordered and left.
The whole incident only took one minute but it revealed so much about this guy. Here was a man that was totally willing to take the position as back-seat observer to whatever his wife was initiating. Prior to my red-pill discovery, I would not have noticed such gutlessness.
Here’s what this guy should have done. He should have walked IN FRONT of his wife, asked her what she wanted and told her to get some napkins and save a seat. He should have done this so that his son sees what leading the way looks like. But this kid, through his father’s inactions, will learn to follow behind a woman’s whims and to become a white-knight or manboob.
What a sad sack that guy was. I wanted to tell his so SO FUCKING BADLY.
Again, the woman carried herself quite pleasantly, and she seemed to be a feminine, demure woman that any guy would like to meet. But, she was calling the shots and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind someone giving her a one-minute break.
Let’s compare how tough life is between the sexes by starting this debate at the biological process of sex itself.
A woman’s egg get’s released from the ovaries and makes it’s way to a fallopian tube – but how? Does the egg have legs? How about a tail? How does it propel itself to it’s destination, thus earning itself pride in having broken a sweat in the whole reproductive adventure? It doesn’t propel itself. Like Cleopatra having four beta-orbiters carry her around on a litter, the egg floats along it’s route on a rainbow-river of fluid, like a butterfly, carefree and lazy, able to use it’s iPhone to check Facebook updates until it’s subsidized trip of leisure is complete.
And does the egg have competition from other eggs? No, the egg mustn’t fight 90-500 million other eggs, each frantically rocking about trying to crack each other into egg omelets to ensure victory. Why? Because only one egg makes the journey. Like an evolutionary governmental minority set-aside policy, competition is kept away from our solitary snowflake of an egg.
And where are these eggs stored until it’s time for their journey? In some thin carry-on bag someplace vulnerable outside a woman’s body? No, the eggs are safely inside the woman’s body, making it virtually impossible for someone to yell, “Kick her in the nuts,” and damage the fragile egglettes.
Let’s compare the journey of the egg to the journey of the sperm.
Are sperm kept inside a nice safe place inside a man’s body? No, they are kept in a paper-thin bag that is easy for a feminist to yell, “Kick him in the nuts,” and succeed in doing so.
When a man ejaculates, does only one sperm come out, thus making it feel like a special snowflake, a chosen-one to go on a special journey of eat/pray/love self-discovery? No, some 90-500 million sperm must compete for the prize of reproduction. Only the strongest of the lot will succeed. Only a 1 in 500-million chance of success – how’s that for a tough dating market?
And do these sperm get to float on a liquid raft on their carefree destination to the egg? No, in fact, the sperm have tails so they can swim against the current of the female’s vaginal flow that is actively trying to keep all intruders out.
Once the ToughMudder physical journey is complete at the egg, do the sperm get invited into the egg with an open door, a smile and a nice home-cooked meal? No, the egg acts like it isn’t home, and the sperm must use their enzymes to chisel through the fortress walls — before other sperm do the same, or a woman’s natural defenses kill them off.
That’s amazing stuff!
You were right feminists!
Women do have it soooo much tougher then men right from the get-go.
Vox had a great point regarding game:
Pick-up artistry is merely the tip on the iceberg of Game. The same elements that the pick-up artists utilize are, necessarily, present in all other inter-sexual relations. So not only does it make perfect sense for Game to be of utility in other applications, it is entirely illogical to claim that it is even theoretically possible for Game to be limited to the art of picking up women.
Yet, I’m still left with the question: What is the best way to convince an entrenched blue-pill beta to take the red pill? You can’t break a beta without a blueprint.
If I had the money, I’d offer all game bloggers $1,000 to come up with the best, say, 10-page tutorial/crash course that a reluctant blue-pill beta could read to get him through the door.
Sure, I can say, “Read this site’s archive, then read this book, then check out this post comment, but surely someone can come up with THE BEST intro – one that most Game bloggers can agree on.
I’m sitting here wondering how I would begin to talk to my young cousin about Game. Seriously, think right now about the first thing you would say to someone new to game. Do you know how you would begin your first sentence? Do you know all the points you’d cover? Do you have great examples to back up your points?
I’m going to make an attempt at it on my own, but I’d love everyone’s input.
My Blue-pill path the Red-pill bliss is:
- Ask betas about the Matrix movie and whether they would take a pill that would change their lives and how they view the world, and let them know that practically everything they know about relationships is a lie. If they say they would take the pill, proceed with the next step. If they say they wouldn’t take the red pill, leave them alone.
- Read them the definition of Game. Game is …. (See, I don’t know where the best definition is right now and I’ve been reading about game for over a year. I SHOULD know this, but I don’t know the best definition. Seriously, big dog Game Bloggers, have a competition in your comments section for the best fuckin’ definition of Game. Update: Best definition I’ve found is located at the Red Pill Room. My modified definition that Heartiste apparently left one time in a comment, would be : Game: A tool to transform mundane male personality into mesmerizing so that women find you sexually attractive and other men admire you.)
- Show them real-life examples of blue-pill dudes using game to better their positions in their relationships. Heartiste’s Relationship Game Week Post is the best place to begin that I know. Even if the beta isn’t in a relationship, something about seeing real-life relationship stories about how game works shattered my own resistance to accepting that Game was much more than the asshole tactics I thought they were.
- Now that their resistance had been shattered, they need a general blueprint. The 16 Commandments of Poon are a good start.
- Now we need to get them out there and trying new stuff. Roosh’s books Bang and Day Bang are great resources for singles, and if they are married, they need Athol’s book/site.
- Tell them to read all the archives of all the popular game blogs until they are caught up. A good aggregator of game sites is Viva La Manosphere.
I’m hoping the big dog Game bloggers will take this challenge. I’m hoping that these bloggers will ask themselves how they would define what game is and how it works to a paying client and come up with an outline. I”m trying to think of this as an instructor would create a class curriculum.