Blaximus Game


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.

Poor dude.



The other day I was in Walgreen’s in the candy isle marveling at the vast variety of stuff I couldn’t reasonably eat.

My blood glucose went up 20 ng just by breathing in that location.

A woman walked up and was looking at a pillow case sized bag of M&M’s.

I ‘ opened ‘ her by just saying,  “seriously ?” and she responded like 80% of women I initiate with do by saying, “What?”

I love “what?” Because at least I know I have your attention and you will actually be listening for my reply. Not being polite or courteous, but listening. Semi engaged.

I can always build off of semi engaged with, “Who do they think needs a garbage bag full of M&M’s??” And she laughed. That caugh-off-guard-by-your-reply laughter.

Then I stepped back about 3-4 feet and beckoned her to come closer. Compliance, because she wanted to see what was going to happen.

I put my hand on her shoulder while looking around to see if anyone was near, and I leaned in closer and said in a low tone, “It figures that the place that opiods are distributed from would have gigantic bags of chocolate for sale.”

Laughter. I feigned pulling her away from the candy telling her, “I see I have to stage an intervention here.”

More laughing. “Yeah, it’s all fun and games until Willy Wonka is pimping you out to feed your habit.”




Sentient’s Dynamic, Passionate, Authentic Framework

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…

So this:

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
Her: HNE
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.)”

If bounce
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!
Her: LOL
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.



Mini FR. Was out with work colleagues. Get back to hotel bar. Little crowded. They split. About 945. See a woman my age trying to get a drink. Slow service. Walk down by her. She is going past me to get the bartenders attention. I open her with “they are really slow here”. She agrees then continues to get her drink. I hang back at the counter 10 feet away. She gets her drink and comes over. Some chat about the service. There is a fire pit going outside, we are looking at it. She says she wants to go check it out, will i join her.

Go out with her and we are sitting and chat a bit, basic logistics stuff. Too cold to sit so we stand close to the fire. She is trying to see the tv to catch a score. I start to sexualize saying my mom told me if i jerked off i would go blind, and squint to try and see the tv. She is lolling. Then couple of girls comes over to take a picture so we take a picture for them. I introduce her as my mom. She cracks up. When the girls dont by it I say nah we are just married this is our honeymoon amd then everyone around gives a big cheer. She is lolling. I put her in a headlock and pull her in amd kiss her on the forehead. She is lolling.

Some more talk, kids divorce etc. Typical for her age. I’m joking and sexualizing and she starts to say all the stuff i get regularly “so bad” etc. I say lets go in too cold. Now the bar is emptier. We sit at the bar, i ask what she is having and when the bartender comes over i start to tell him then she pipes in and i shake my head clamp my hand over her mouth and tell him. Then she is lolling more and says good move.

Start lasering. She starts with the whole “I’m not going to sleep with you” blah blah your married etc. I say the standard stuff, slow down we khst met stop making plans… Then she is like you do this all the time don’t you! I say nah I’m a virgin. She says you have kids. I say maybe never paternity tested them. Pull her in hold laser then at the point of softening of her features kiss her. Then she breaks off shaking her head. Keep doing this like 5 times each time she is kissing deeper and longer, then my hand on her throat, back of her head pull hair. I’m e joying watching her fight her hamster “no you’re married. Stop you are making this soooo hard” etc. Toying with her. I breath in her ear ” you are soooo wet now” and she shivers squirming in her seat ” uhhhhh stop it stop it. I wont you are married”. After a bit more she jumps up. I’m leaving you’re married. She splits. A few minutes later go out to elevator she is waiting for it, just arrives only two of us on. Some more making out and grinding. Get to my floor come see the view. She stands her ground. Won’t budge. OK then… Have a good night.

Fun warm up.



At the airport 11AM. Have about an hour and 10 to my flight. Take a walk around the terminal, come across a small bar, pushed right up on the walkway. So more of a kiosk. Very exposed, full light coming through the windows all around, people shuffling past. Nothing dark and discrete.

What do I see? Four older dudes slumped in their drinks. An old lady. An empty stool. And a decent looking girl having a beer.

What do you do Culum?

You go up real close to her and with full laser ask if the seat is open (which you know it is). so of course she says oh yes and starts to shuffle her stool a bit so you can get by. That provides the first easy kino opportunity, hand to shoulder “It’s good it’s good. I have room”…

Then ignore, roll of a sec. Address drink – bloody mary – to bar lass. Some convo about well vodka, ask her to hold it up, turn to girl and say “ever hear of that. Looks like shit!” and she’s all no… i know right… finish drink order. Turn to girl – she is tall, has a rockin body, tight jeans and knee high tight suede boots with heels – her face is average, shading to plain. No make up on (more on this later), turns out she is 30, and an accomplished active equestrian (more on this later) so that’s why she has such a tight body. But she does western stuff… so she is more a lower MC country girl… which accounts for some of the plainness i suppose.

So now it’s an easy chat about vodka… I say what kind I usually drink,she tells me I should try Tito’s and I tease her about that. Then move on to her beer. Now you know when you see a girl drinking a beer at 11AM you’ve got some things to work with a) hungover party girl b) raging slut c) nutcase etc… Pre lunch drinking should inform you that you can start off a bit more aggressively in manner… don’t dwell on polite conversation.

so I go into some routines I have about “last night” she’s hungover, rampaging party girl etc… and she is laughing and that gives her an opportunity to kino back “no stop it” because half of my guesses are true. If you just ask her where she is from she isn’t going to laugh and have the chance to arm swat you. And the arm swat gives you the chance to roll off a sec, look down the bar… just a little bit. Just to make her feel a short lull. and let her reopen you.

Now if she doesn’t reopen in 10-15 seconds, sure go back with “so check this out”… and start another thread. But here she fills the void. Think she asked where i was going. Now is time to get logistics sorted – How much time do I have? Where does she need to be? Turns out she is delayed, her flight supposed to go out right about when mine does and from the gate next to mine. Good to know.

logistics sorted… next test. her beer is empty. she orders another. Ok, she is in at least for another drink… So know I start to playfully neg her. She was low level manager in what I knew to be a cube farm so i hit her with this kind of neg “so you work there huh… How do you stay so slim with all that food on every desk. [jars of candy, pretzels etc] You must be the belle of the ball with all those fat women around you”. lol… She got it. A compliment/interest but took her down a peg. she said “yeah well there I am a beauty queen” I finish up with “well that’s why they are pimping you out on a business trip… they can’t sent a fatty”… so another little neg about her “profession”… Talk about day drinking… I say I know you’ve missed a flight at a bar like this. She laughs knowingly. I go into my routine of “you’ve thrown a shoe at a guy. Keyed a car right?” and she tells me a funny story about her car being keyed. She was out gave two guys her number, one she really liked, the other she was being polite. But she forgot who was who, she gets a text to go out from the polite guy, she thinks it’s the hot guy so she is really eager and agreeable. Then the polite guy shows up. She grinds out a date. And later that night the polite guy keys her car…. lol

All is going well now. My plan is to isolate and make out with her before i hop on my flight… lol. we banter some more, some DHV stories from me. And more laser, kino and dominant posture. I like to stand next to them, not sit, with my back to the bar a lot and lean back. This way, in the small area especially we are close to each other, my hip can brush her knee, my shoulders, arms hands etc. in occasional contact. Then when I turn 180 degree and face the bar, my righ hand will be behind her back, on the top of her stool her shoulder, her lower back as things progress… Here we are just close, lasering and bumping a bit. She has her sleeves pushed up and this leads to the third kino point.

I see her right arm, furthest from me has a tattoo on her forearm peaking out under her sleeve. I point “what’s that a tattoo” she is all Oh yeah nothing trying to pull her sleeve down. I say nah let’s see and take her wrist with one hand and push up her sleeve with the other. I keep hold of her wrist while i laser her and tease “what the hell is that?”… she’s laughing “i know I know” It was some kind of black outline symbol, shitty tattoo. So I still have her wrist with one hand and trace the tattoo with my other, then laser her some more… “How drunk was that guy!” and she says “and how drunk was I”… so I let go and we are smirking a bit then she qualifies about the tattoo, she did with her brother and sister, some family symbol thing. So I give her some warmth “that’s nice, really touching to have a strong family bond like that”… She feels all good now.

Then as I am rolling off I see her left wrist has a tiny star on it. So I bust her again “holy shit! Another shitty tattoo! Take that wrist and trace it. “you go to free tattoo day don’t you!” and she laughs and says yeah that one looks really jailhouse. I order another drink. On doing so the old lady next to me tries to engage me in conversation. I pleasantly but quickly disengage her. no DLVing!!! Girl says she needs the bathroom, gathers up her stuff and comes back. Now she has put some make up on, some lipstick… lol.

We go back and forth on some more stories. Beta dude had settled on her other side on a sliver of bar and he is trying to engage her. I let that play out a little while i finish my drink, do a little roll off facing the bar. she is getting fidgety I see. Then she says “there is another bar down the terminal” I say great let’s go try it, but I only have time for one more, so don;t get any ideas. [her flight has some rolling delay] So we stroll down there together. More of a BF/GF vibe forming. All good so far…

Get down to the other bar, it’s a U shape in the middle of the terminal surrounded by gates. no walls…. So much for isolation. Take our seats. Order another round. She tries to order a Miller light (WTF!) and they don’t have it. I tell the bartender to just bring her the shittiest beer they have. The frat guy next to us cracks up. we have a conversation about douchebags… she says she is over them, but I tease her she can’t give them up… [more on this later]. she is fluffing her hair now all the time, all good. Then I see another little tat on the back of her neck. So i’m like Holy Shit! what another one!!! And I turn her around, pull her hair aside and trace this one on the back of her neck… I say “well you must have the lower back one” and she cuts me off “The tramp stamp?” I say yeah… She smirks uh huh… I say what is it. A big Cladaugh ring. I’m like holy shit wtf where you thinking… let me see. She demures no no I can’t. I turn her around and compliance test her with strong eye contact – show me. She puts her head down and says no “i’m all tucked in”… So compliance test failed.

OK… little roll off. some more banter. Now we are getting on about an hour, I need to get to my flight. I say let’s go, let’s go check the gate, since she is the next one. So we roll up there. Lot of bumping into each other side by side as we walk. Get to the gate. My flight is about to board. Time is short. wish there was more time… She starts to tell me about her horse riding. I go into “I’ve always hear girls have their first orgasms on their horses”… she is smirking/smiling says no not her. I press her on it Liar. She says well when she was 12 definitively had tingles… I say I knew it… Then she teases me about being a douchebag… coming into town staying at fancy places… i tell her she loves it. “Why did we only meet now though?” I say. She says she has to go use the bathroom and my flight is boarding and she needs to find out what happened to her flight [I’m pretty sure she missed it at this point} I tell her your gate is closed you missed it… lol

So a hard break point… I tell her to come her. She comes in close for a hug, puts her cheek right next to mine so I nuzzle her ear/neck. As we break I tell her to come here – kiss me… with strong laser. Right hand on her hip. she say “you are so forward… sir” was pretty sexy drawl the way she said it. Kiss me. She comes in but cheeks me again. we are close hands on hips. Looking at her. Kiss me… she says it again.. “you ARE so forward… sir”… So we say goodbye. I tell her to be nice to douchebags and watch the clock when she’s at a bar in an airport. She laughs… I get on my flight.

Interesting looking back I did not move to kiss her, just wanted to see if the command would work. Oh well. Not this time.

No big deal. Off to flirt with the girl in the seat next to me.



So I am away at this nice hotel. Work stuff. I am waiting for my lunch meeting to meet me in the lobby. I see an atttractive older woman sitting in a chair so I go over and sit next to her.

After a few minutues of fiddling with my phone open her with general “how is your day going commentary”. We chit chat in a basic social way. Very light. We have some mutual interest in the non profit world. Very cordial basic social chat. She is not stayimg here but in town for a day of meetings. I see my lunch appointment in the lobby and disengage. She gives me her card to be in touch etc. So I say well i am here so if you around at five I’ll probably be in the bar over there. She says she isn’t sure but text her later.

Go about my day. Around three I am taking a break in the lobby and she comes back in and we chat briefly. She says she is running out to meetings, I’m like yeah great I’m just taking a break myself… To ward of any chasing vibe. She says something like she’s not sure if she will be around later. I don’t care so am very social and chill… Yeah yeah nice meeting you etc.

Finish my day. Get to the bar at 530 and sit next to a 30yo 8 Serbian chick who is an absolute feisty blast. So we have it going on right off the bat with teasing laughing mutual pushing and such kino. Fun girl. Then her friend comes in amd she is a very tall slim ex model type but not as fun. Bullshit with them for like 20 minutes. Fun vibe but i am taking over and it is BFF time… You can feel it.

So I look behind me and see lobby woman at a table finishing a glass of white wine. So she’s been there a while and watching me with these two. I tell the Serb I see my friend, she grabs my arm and sats come and join us in an hour. I go over to the lobby woman’s table and take a seat.

Now maybe some of the older dudes can relate to this. She is a year older than me, so 50. Probably objectively a 6 I guess. Very very beautiful face. Blue eyed long full haired blonde with a pageant winner look about her. And very stylishly dressed in heels skirt and blouse. As an almost 50 year old you have a very wide range… Whatecer you find attractive works wether 18 or 50.

So we pick up and each have another drink and it is very safe social chat for like 30 minutes. Get into kids, her ex, etc. Typical middle aged woman topics. I’m not even running much game just being social. We have some kids similar ages so chat about that and I give her some advice as to what is coming that she appreciatea. She want to have The Talk with her early teen son and I tell her have a guy do it it’s not a mom’s place you will fuck him up lol. She thanks me for this.

So I turn up the heat. Get into her first time etc. Sexualize. For her she was a goody goody sorority girl so happened just after graduation when she took her first job in the big city. As a pharma detail girl… So typical. Now I am lasering her andput my hands on the table and she starts touching them to emphasize points. In a very social way.

Eventually i just take her hand and am holding it and stroking her palm and wrist while we talk of schools and real estate and other mundane topics. I suggest another drink at a place around the block. She is unsure has to drive home to kids an hour away. I say it’s just 630 plenty of time. So cash out and start to bounce. Fucking hate waiters and bartenders they always put the girls drinks on your tab. Sexists.

We start to head out I say I want to grab a jacket come with me. This is Culum’s wallet gambit. She hems and haws. I say pfffffff. We get to the elevator and she says I’ll wait here I can’t go to your room we just met… Blah blah. Now I am lasering her hard and my frame is…please child with your bullshit. But she is resolute. There is a hallway nearby to the bathrooms and an old school vestibule for phone calls. She sees that and is like well I can go here.

Walk into the vestibule. It has a short counter running along the wall and is pretty private except for some people going to the mens room. Lol. I have her hand and push her up against the wall and we start making out. Pretty hot. She is agreat kisser and very feminine. After 5 minutes of this I say come on up this is bs. But she is resolute. Now I amp it all the way up.. Grim look. Hand on throat, push her up on the counter and spread her legs with mine. Deep sexy makeout. She is moaning and panting. I move to put my hand up her skirt and she catches my wrist to stop me. I pin her back against the wall with my arm across her chest. Other hand up her skirt and she is dripping.

Roughly jam two then three fingers in her and 3 minutes later she is convulsing and losing her shit and then she squirts and splooges a pint of fluid down her legs onto the floor. Splashes some on my suede shoes. Fuck. But she totally loses it. ” oh my god oh my god oh my god. What’s happening. OMG. That’s never happend ” gasping and breathless.

I take my soaked fingers and shove them in her mouth and she blows them. “taste youself… It’s good.” And then back to some more finger action. She comes like 10 times. Her skirt is drenched. She unravels starts tearing at me. I choke her lightly and firmly tell her no marks. She apologizes. Hands all over me in my shirt. She loses her shit again. “oh my have such a hit body.”. Pays to be rock hard gents, there is a difference.

So she is rubbing my cock and I take it out and she starts a hj on me moaning “sentient sentient come for me”. But there are dudes going back and forth from the bathroom so I just ward her off and button ip. Too weird. Push her back again against the wall… 4 or 5 more gaspinf shuddering orgasms for her. She is a fucking wet mess…

Then we go back to light making out. I tell her she is hot. She goes into ” who… Who are you? How did this happen. OMG I’ve never come like that” she grabs me and says deeply into my eyes “that is the best I’ve ever had! How. How did you do that!”… I toss some movie lines at her… ” come on. We both knew this afternoon the moment we saw each other this would happen”. She says she thought I was cute but had no idea we would be here.

Then I tell her to be cool. Dont contact me. She says she would never try and ruin what I have at home. She is limp. Totally fucking spent. Just a little girl. But she is grinning a mischievous grin as she tries to put herself together. Hair is a wreck. Splooge all over her. Panties soaked. I kiss her gently goodbye. She whispering over and over “omg. Omg. Who ARE you…????”. Take care babe. She goes to the bathroom to compose. It’s like 715 now. I wash up. Bounce out to a glorious dinner solo.

End up in a good mood. Just opening everything. Dominant. Cocky. Bit of an ass. Lol.. After some drinks out head back to the bar, instawing a chubby dude there… Run some game on a stripper girl in from vegas. Hot girl. But she wont bounce with me to another bar. Go there with instawing. As we are going in three hit chicks are leaving. I ask if the place is closed they say it’s all guys. I say fuck that, grab the hand of an 8 skinny black model type chick and drag them all in. Instawing is like what the fuck?

so we roll up to the bar with three hot chicks. She was right about 10 dudes there. I roll off blacky and grab the blonde. Arm around her back pull her in. What do you want? Fuck it i am feeling magnanimous… She wants pinapple juice. I’m like wtf? Pull her close, laser. Kiss me I say. She kisses my cheek. I roll off of her to the redhead with big tits. Pull her in lift her up in my arms tits all pressed up on me. She is cackling. So this is a bit of a scene. Drinks start to come I turn to instawing and bring him in.

Then some dude comes over from the corner and jumps in the set. Typical. I roll off turn to the bar a bit. Have a drink them go back into the convo with “rape? Did you say rape? To the guy. Was a self amusing statement but he gets all white knighty… “no man you cant say that” im laughing at his agrro. I just did. I can say it its a word. Girls love it actually (to the girls)… Smile.

He loses his shit now and want to fight over ” something so serious as rape man!”. Im looking around like is this cat for real. Instawing shrivels in the corner… Thanks bro. Anyhow the girls all split leaving the pineapple juice. I tell dude to swing if he wants, while kicked back locked in on the bar. He sputters and since the girls are gone walks off…

I turn to instawing and point to the pineapple juice and start cracking up… Fucking pineapple juice. I tell him im not paying for that…

Then aggro dude comes by on his way out and apologizes. I shale his hand tell him all is cool. He splits. Ask the guys next to him, one i know from biz if he is with them? They say no just some random dude. So I say let’s split and go back to the other bar. Roll in there and the model girl from the other night is leaving. I grab her and hug her and introduce her to my instawing as my girlfriend. She is laughing. I am a bit wasted by this point but in a good mood. Bust her balls a bit. But no good game run. She was leaving so she hugs me goodbye and tells me she will be back in NYC Friday and will text me. Whateves I wont be there anyway…

Merge into a group of ten other dudes We know and a few women… Then another guy comes down to bitch his wife out for being in the bar when their kid is upstairs and wants her. Its like 1230 now. He turns to me like do you believe this shit? Turns out we have some work in common. He is a guy who has the inside track on this big deal. He tells me the guy i am dealing with is an ass and will fuck it up so call him and he will square things up. Sweet! We swap cards. They close the bar and chase us all out.

Fun night.



Heading to a post-event reception. Run into a client… Have two drink with him. Get to reception as it’s fizzling out. Roll into lobby bar.

Single cute girl call 6.5 at bar. Blow up to her (cough Culum) and start some banter. Barman knows me so he’s johnny on the spot with my usual as i bust her chops over the chips they serve.

I knew in 1 minute this was pretty solid. She was a feisty redhead just my type. So nice when they play their parts… So I’m grooving into kino heavy jerkboy mode and she is giving it back when another guy i do business with comes up and joins us. Turns out they know each other and have a long business relationship. Rounds all around. I dial down a bit but she is still free with kino.

Drinks lead to my dinner invite so we three roll to a restaurant. Long wait. Two rounds go by with lot’s of joking banter and kino.

We eat. More of the same. Some under the table kino the other guy can’t see. End meal other guy is a bit wasted. Have one more at the bar and we head out. He is headed south she and i headed north. Tell him don’t worry I’ll see her home. We head out. My hotel is a few blocks before hers.

As he is out of sight i take her hand and we stroll hand in hand. Bumping along the way. She is married and has a three year old btw… Get to my hotel and she is all ” well let’s just say goodnight here”… I laugh at her and pull her in… She tries to cheek me. I pause hold up. Laser her… She tilts her head back and we make out. We break off and she is all seriously just go to bed. I tell her no I’ll walk her back to her place. She’s all seriously nothing is going to happen. I say no hands I’m a gentleman. She gives me a dubious glance.

I take her hand and we walk.. She says what about no hands? I say here take my arm… Boyfriend and girlfriend. So we walk arm in arm up the street. Come by a deep alcove on a storefront and i pull her in. She doth protest… Not for long. Deep make out. Hands under her dress skirt… Hands under her bra. She’s into it. But break off. No no no…. Nothing is going to happen.

I say yeah lets go. Walk a few more storefronts to an even deeper alcove… Pull her in she says no but is eager. Long make out. Pull her dress down in front and free her tits. Suck and play. She is losing it. Make out some more. Hand up her skirt rub her clit… She comes quickly… Then some more protesting… I say I’m going to fuck you right here and she goes limp but recovers quick Noooooo i can’t I’m making good choices! I bite my lip to not laugh at this. Some more making out then she’s like you go home. I say life is short and we need to follow the sparks… She says yeah I like you your hot but I’m married. I say so am I so it’s a good match…

She says no go to your hotel. I say no I’m walking you to your hotel. She says you can’t come up. I say that’s fine I’m going to go to the bar and fuck some other girl there. Get to the hotel walking in a good-looking girl sitting with a guy in the lobby. I say her… I’ll fuck her then… Get the elevator she’s all no this is it. You can’t come up. We make out some more in the elevator then I leave her. She’s all I’m not leaving till late tomorrow we can get together again. I say yeah whatevs… Go to then lobby bar. Nothing happening.

Roll back to my hotel and BAM… All the chicks there are now staring at me. Like they can smell fresh pussy juice on my hand. One older woman getting into the elevator with her family does a full one eighty staring at me go by her. I give her a wink.

In the bar a solid 8 with an older dude is looking at me a smile at her and she smiles and lowers her head. I’m like fuck yeah bitches…. A few escorts scurry to me and i tease them. Was fun. Sitting a bar stool away and ignoring them and forcing them to lean all the ways over to listen to me.

Alas the post-dinner crowd of work folks descends and I dial down a notch or two and proceed as normal.

The GAME Video Game

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)?

That’s because Vox Day, video game maker, and Heartiste, GAME sensai, haven’t put their heads together (in the name of science) to teach the teachable ones.

Just a thought guys.



Beta Beware #1 – The Hyphen

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.


Beta Spotting #1

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.

Fuckin sad.

Alpha Sperm – Women have it soooo much tougher than men!

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.

The GAME Bloggers Challenge – Tell Me What Game Is and How It Works

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:

  1. 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.
  2. 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.)
  3. 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.
  4. Now that their resistance had been shattered, they need a general blueprint. The 16 Commandments of Poon are a good start.
  5. 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.
  6. 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.