A Test Of Your Game

Pulled from the headlines! A four part installment.

You met a girl at a bar. (Where else are you gonna meet her, tiger? The church social?) She’s a six foot tall, 23-year-old statuesque brunette who would probably intimidate most men, but not you. You gab for twenty minutes and score the digits.

On your first date four days later you arrive at the swank Connecticut Ave lounge ten minutes late, as per your usual routine. Your date is already there, drinking a cocktail. A smile flashes across your face, as much for seeing her again as for the thought that you will not have to buy her a drink. You sit down and notice she is glowering, her legs crossed geometrically. You hope she’ll uncross in homage to Basic Instinct.

“You’re ten minutes late.”

“I don’t *feel* tardy.”

She doesn’t laugh. “Are you always late for dates?”

You pause. She’s reacting to your lack of punctuality worse than most women.

What do you do?

******

You are on the date with the Nordic Amazon from the above story. You are an avid reader and feel he has made your life immeasurably better, and at a cost of nothing! Which, in occasional misanthropic moments, rubs your hero raw. Your date mentions she reads local DC blogs and likes most of them, and you wonder about bringing up your fandom, thinking the wealth of topics about sex and social dynamics written by your Infallible Lord, Master, and Philosophical Heir to the Divine Right of Kings would provide much fodder for rapport building and sexual future pacing.

What do you do?

******

Same as above, except this time, before you have decided whether to announce your everlasting platonic love, your date mentions she has read him and hates him. You mull in the mind whether ’tis more opportunistic to admit fandom and suffer the slings and arrows of angry, yet energetically and erotically charged, conversation about inspired themes, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing or denying thricely Disciple Peter-like the ugly truths he tells the world end any chance of the date imploding in your face like an overmicrowaved burrito.

What do you do?

******

You are me. You are on the date with the girl from the above story and have been talking with her about the book you are writing. She is intrigued. A little later in the date, she mentions she reads a lot of local blogs. She says there are some she reads that she really hates. You nod again. Then she asks you if you write a blog.

What do you say?

She also mentions she ran a triathlon the day before.

Now what do you do?

Test begins… now.





Comments


  1. on June 23, 2009 at 12:11 pm ironrailsironweights

    First case: if she’s that totally anal about ten freakin’ minutes, she’s more trouble than she’s worth.

    Peter

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  2. Ironically, Peter did not ask about her GNP before answering.

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  3. #1:
    I smile, stare at her right in the eye, HOLD… HOLD… and then say: “You missed me that much, huh? Well, I guess I can understand that..” Smile…
    Her: *attitude change*

    #2:
    I don’t bring up that I read roissy because I don’t want her to know that I study game, I want her to think my behaviors are as natural as they can be.

    #3:
    Hate is more powerful than indifference. I bring up that I am an avid-reader of roissy, there are going to be a shitload of possible negs in this conversation, since she hates the blog so much.

    #4:
    Call her out on her indirect bullshit.

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  4. on June 23, 2009 at 12:25 pm It's My First Day

    A) Look at her like she just cut the most putrid fart you’ve ever smelled until she breaks eye contact and then change the subject. Continue to run game.
    B) Disavow all knowledge of Roissy. Continue to run game.
    C) Disavow all knowledge of Roissy. Ask her to tell you about his blog, then use your withheld knowledge of Roissy’s blog to play her like a fiddle. Continue to run game.
    D) I believe the term is “pump and dump”?

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  5. #1 is interesting. That’s not a shit test. Shit tests are cute and tolerable. That’s straight up angry-aggressive. I don’t respond well to such bullshit. A date with such a cunt would be miserable. I must assume she will be an aggressive angry fuck. Otherwise, I’d take the date nuclear.

    Assuming she’s worth my time, I’d give her a straight up look of righteous indignation. It would say, “Who the fuck are you to tell me when to arrive?”

    After my look of indignation, I’d shrug my shoulders, and then say, “Eh. Most girls are flakes. It’s good that you made it on time.” This would not be an apology. It would be a mild compliment because she, unlike most girls, is not a flake. It would also elevate my status. I would not say, “I’m glad you’re here on time,” since that would make me seem weak. Instead, I’d say, “It’s good.” It seems subtle, but with the “It’s good” approach, I am JUDGING her. It’s up to me to decide what is good or not good.

    #2 and #3 are easy. You are smoking out your beta readers. Why the fuck would I want to talk about YOUR blog or YOU? It’s MY date.

    On a date, I’m the man. I guess if I were a beta, I’d talk about your blog so that she’d fuck me – imagining you the entire time.

    #4 is medium-level challenging. Re: blogs she hates. I’d say, “Well, if you hate those blogs, then the blogger is winning.” She will say, “What do you mean?” I’d say, “There’s nothing worth than apathy. Hate is a form of arousal. So we could say that you’re aroused by those blogs you hate.” Women DO NOT like having that pointed out to them. They think that hating something makes them powerful. When you point out the arousal angle, they start brooding. You are checking them, and, incidentally, getting them aroused by your aggressive nature.

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  6. 1.
    “chill, baby – I’m only late when I’m pulling babies from burning buildings…and, maybe for girls I like.”

    If she persists, she’s an anal bitch not worthy of the Game I need spit to get that split.

    2.
    Hide my roissy luv. She may want to fuck him more than she does me – and I am vexed with this violent, jealous temper.

    3.
    Declare dismissively to Nordic Zon: ” interweb blogz are for loser nerds; I don’t read blogs.” Besides, never discuss anything of importance with any woman 8 or above. (Or, any woman, for that matter.) They can’t grasp serious sociological discussion extending beyond their circle of bff’s.

    4.
    Women only read romance novels. [See above]. A writer is lucky to get a girl to fuck him for his stellar, socially accepted authorship, and even luckier if she could complete the latest work of that author she’s fucking. Mark Levin does not score hot ass.

    5.
    Say “wow, that’s cool. I did those when they were cool in 2004, now I just MMA.” Then, inquire if she has a weight problem

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  7. ” You are an avid reader of Roissy and feel he has made your life immeasurably better, and at a cost of nothing! Which, in occasional misanthropic moments, rubs your hero raw.”

    PayPal Tip Jar? Amazon Wish list?

    Ive wondered why you dont put something like that in the upper-right hand corner of your blog. Your quantcast numbers suggest you have quite a few readers………and Im sure many of them feel like they owe you enough money to buy a couple of drinks after all the time and posts.

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  8. 1. say ‘only when I get my hair done , do ya like ?’

    2. absolutely mention the Roissy blog

    3. mention my love for the blog

    4. tell her of the Roissy blog

    5. over dramatically roll my eyes and say ‘i dont have a roid shooting Marion Jones’ on my hands

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  9. 1) “Are you always so angry about meaningless crap? Lighten up .. I was held up in the office. (lean in, kiss on the cheek) Good to see you! ” (move on to new topic)

    2) Don’t mention roissy unless it specifically comes up – ask her about the blogs she likes and why – listen carefully to her views for cues about her character. if she’s an amazonian alpha she may well be a self-absorbed female blogger herself, if she leads with a conversation about the DC blogosphere on a date .

    3) feign non-knowledge of roissy, and ask, in a bemused way, what specifically she doesn’t like about him. argue the roissy positions in a devil’s-advocate way – get her to admit that there’s value in those views, i.e., the male view of the negative effects of feminism, dating, game, etc. if she can’t even imagine showing sympathy for our point of view, then this is the last date. if she can, she might be a keeper. depending on the context, and the degree of humor vs battleaxe feminism in the mock-debate, then maybe point out that you knew of the site all along and if she agreed with what you just said, the roissy isn’t so bad after all and maybe she should take a second look.

    4a) ask her to name the blogs she hates and why. if roissy is on the list, go to (3) and execute, eliciting information about her views and character as before. at the end, if she shows significant flexibility/sympathy, you *might* reveal your identity – but probably not. prudent not to do that until you know her way better, and she proves she’s really into you.

    4b) no difference.

    also, roissy – how hot is she? have you slept with her yet? is this the first, second, third date – what?

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  10. on June 23, 2009 at 12:51 pm Tupac Chopra

    The first rule of fight club is YOU DON’T TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB

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  11. a) “You’re ten minutes late.”

    “I don’t *feel* tardy.”

    She doesn’t laugh. “Are you always late for dates?”

    “only when the dates coincide”……. [then silence]……..[before she talks, or at the exact moment when she starts talking, answer her] “today, for example, I am not late” “now where’s the waiter; i wanna drink one of those you are drinking tooso that i’ll start asking you those funny questions”

    b) Roissy is too political to be brought up, specially with the nordic amazon. if you are dating more than one, mention it just for fun and if the other girl is hotter. if not, mention Roosh instead, which is also misogynistic in the Roissy/PUA way but is also a more ridiculous/funny figure.

    c)again, it depends on the number of options you have and how hotter the options are. if she is the first option, mention Roosh instead, and say that you come in contact with Roosh because you traveled to someplace he had been to.

    d) duh. through mentioning the book you have already set yourself in a trap. assume the PUAism but say that you write one of the anonymous PUA blogs, one of those where the author uses a pseudonym

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  12. 1. Ignore her question. Hold for a few seconds. Look her in the eye, slight smirk (not overdone) and say something like “Well I’m here now, aren’t I?” This will get her attention and refocus things on what is important. If she persists on negging about the lateness, she’s probably not worth the effort because this is setting the precedent for a tug-of-war relationship.

    2. Do not mention Roissy.

    3. You could play this either way. One way is to work the anger angle, if you think you have enough game to work that, or, for most guys, feign ignorance. Wha-who? Never heard of him. I don’t read blogs much, really, I don’t really have the time due to my [insert mastery-depicting hobby/interest here]. Let her rant about Roissy and run game as she rants.

    4. You do not write a blog. You don’t even read blogs — see answer 3.

    5. Smile coolly and counter with your [insert mastery-depicting hobby/interest] without giving her the praise and adoration she is clearly asking for.

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  13. quick answers since real life wouldn’t wait for me to ponder the deeper meaning.

    #1 Younger girl probably expects chivlary, say “no, I am usually early, I hate being late. I am glad you went ahead and started without me.” Ignore anger, order my own drink.

    #2 Tell a DC lawyer chick I read Roissy? I may as well tell her that I voted for Bush. No thanks, politics is boring and so are blogs and I’ll tell her so.

    #3 feign ignorance, let her explain her “thoughts,” about the blog, mock said thoughts.

    #4 deny till I die. Say I was thinking of starting a blog based on my book.

    #5 ask her if she won the triathalon, then change subject.

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  14. by connecting yourself to Roosh via travels you have an easy target to bash and doesn’t have and obvious connection to Roissy.

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  15. She’s reacting to your lack of punctuality worse than most women.

    What do you do?

    Do NOT address it, there are only 2 ways that can turn out: 1: you end up in a submissive (apologetic) state or 2: your interaction with her gets dragged down. Move on, nothing to see here.

    fodder for rapport building and sexual future pacing.

    What do you do?

    She just told you what to avoid doing. In case you had any fancy ideas about iphone game or mentioning how your mom has that dress: forget them. Also, neg her for being a nerd who reads blogs all day.

    any chance of the date imploding in your face like an overmicrowaved burrito.

    What do you do?

    While I adhere to Roissy’s teachings, this is NOT first date material. There should only be one man she is concerned with on your date: YOU. Gushing admiration over a guy who writes a blog is not an alpha move, changing the subject to something that you can use to get her into bed is. I believe that the true nature of this blog is over most women’s heads. Not due to lack of intelligence but due to the (genetic) neurological development of women. This is not a good or bad thing.


    Then she asks you if you write a blog.

    What do you say?

    Say: “Yep, I will leave it to you to figure out which one.” As a prerequisite for honesty, Roissy wishes to remain anonymous.

    She also mentions she ran a triathlon the day before.

    Now what do you do?

    You: “Oh? you must be sore”
    her: “yeah (blah blah)”
    You: “Its nothing a hot bath can’t fix”

    and then you swoop some fly girls.

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  16. I assume the Triatholon thing applies to all 4 instances. She’s probably very sore, and, considering her attitude, hasn’t yet experienced the insane endoprhin release so many marathoners/triatheltes receive. BUT: being in excelleent shape, only a little alcohol should get her very, very tipsy.

    1) strong shit test/bitch alert. My thoughts: another snappy come back.
    [Smile] “I didn’t know I missed curfew, mom!”
    or
    “No, I just singled you out for special treatment.”

    2) No

    3) “You’re just mad he knows you better than you know yourself.”

    4) 2 choices:
    a) “That depends. Do you have a blog?”

    b) “Yes, I do. I write in a pseudonym. However, I am brutally honest on it, despite changing names to protect the innocent. If you want, I can update it about you back at my place, while you rub my shoulders. Then you can write about me on your blog.”

    The triatholon thing might explain her crankiness. Apply alcohol.

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  17. Question 1

    You already tried something witty and funny as a comeback, so can’t do it again. Now you have to make fun of her a bit.

    Look around like Stevie Wonder, and say in a German accent: “Mother is that you? I’m sorry mother. I von’t be bad again.” Then laugh. Then order a beer.

    If she presses say “Gimme a fuckin break. I thought you said you were fun and easygoing?”

    You did nothing wrong. 10 minutes late is entirely socially acceptable. She is in the wrong by questioning you.

    She’s a little 23 year old baby!

    She’s fresh out of school. Her daddy probably paid for school too, and her first car, and nice big bed. She’s never heard the word No. You need to introduce it to her. If you lose her, boo fucking hoo.

    Your goal is to get the pussy but maintain self respect. You are Wal*Mart and she supplies crackers. You have options and are superior to her.

    You want to say something to cut her down for questioning you, but in a humorous fashion.

    Question 2

    Don’t bring up Roissy. No advantage to mentioning it out of the blue.

    Question 3

    But now that she’s brought it up, don’t be scared of this little bitch. Tell her you love Roissy and agree with everything he says. Life is too short to waste on bitches that don’t understand da truth.

    Question 4

    I am you. I go jerk off in a mirror on webcam, and post it to hotornot.com and check my results every five minutes…

    She gonna find out the truth eventually. If you just wanna pump and dump, tell her the book’s about socially innovative finance for helping African orphans or something. If you want to keep her around, best introduce her to your dark side.

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  18. Never mention blogs nor that you are a writer (mostly a lateral move).

    Go with option “G”:

    Grease the bartender a $20 and tell him when your date is in the bathroom to keep the wine glasses full with inky red Malbec.

    Come up with witty banter and rapport building conversation to create many “cheers” opportunities to keep the wine flowing down the hatch.

    Teach her to always look in the eyes, and drink every time you cheers.

    After a few hours of this, go for a stroll by the National Cathedral.

    Comment how beautiful DC is in the summertime at night.

    Get a blower in Bishops Gardens.

    Shove her in a cab home.

    Continue partying and swooping girls.

    – MPM

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  19. G, we hardly knew ye.

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  20. ME: “Am I late?”
    HER: “Yes, 10 minutes.”
    ME: “Interesting. 10 minutes, exactly. You’re precise…..how is your drink?”

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  21. “Then she asks you if you write a blog.”

    She reads blogs that she hates? Accuse her of being secretly attracted to outre opinion.

    Drop hints, not enough to confirm anything, but enough to let her fantasize about who it is she’s really with.

    Then call out “I love me, Roissy!” during sex.

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  22. 1. “Since most women are 15 minutes late, I’m 5 minutes early. You going to give me detention?”

    2. Do not mention Roissy. Do the ‘Skins give the Cowboys the playbook before the game? Hell no.

    3. Don’t read blogs. No time with my working, biking & running. Closest I get is Drudge.

    4. See #3

    5. “Isn’t it cute you did a tri? You know, I heard all of that time working out kills women’s sex drive. Is that true? Now I know where your time obsession comes from.”

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  23. Antonio posited:

    Then she asks you if you write a blog.

    Say: “Yep, I will leave it to you to figure out which one.” As a prerequisite for honesty, Roissy wishes to remain anonymous

    however, if he admits to being KassyK or Lemmonex, he could score if she’s a hot bi-girl

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  24. 1. “I prefer making women wait for me rather than me wait for women as is typically the case with the average guy.”

    2. Say nothing about Roissy, keep gaming

    3. “This Roissy fella obviously writes some good stuff for you to be talking about him while out with such a fantastic guy such as myself. (always narcissistic) You sure you don’t like what he writes? ”

    4. “I don’t write blogs, I do know this Roissy fella however” (give her a wink signaling sarcasm and teasing her)

    5. “Hi-five, I ran two last week”

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  25. #1 — Pause, with eye contact + smirk that gives off as much of the “amused mastery” vibe as possible. Insert one of many C&F type lines, but make it short and sweet, and smoothly change topics in the same breath.

    #2 — No reason to go out of your way to bring up roissy or sex and social generally. I would probably just ask what type of blogs she reads, and if any of them were about any particularly juicy (re: sexy) topics, I might consider steering the conversation that way.

    #3 — Casually say something like “Hmm, roissy. Oh yeah, a co-worker of mine linked me to him, once. “how to identify a slut,” or something. I thought it was funny. And c’mon, [smirking, teasingly] the guy has a few points.” Then–because I personally like to talk about this stuff, and because a conversations based around sex have always been fruitful for me–I would steer the conversation into “sex and social dynamics” land, casually taking the roissy side of the argument while never explicitly referencing him, and still maintaining that I never read him.

    #4 — “No, I write books. I don’t have time for that child’s play”

    #5 — Based on everything else that’s been said about this broad, she can’t possibly be worth much more than a few pumps followed by an abrupt, wordless dump.

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  26. 1. Make strong eye contact for a few seconds, say “yes”, and start a new topic.

    2. It’s not worth mentioning here. Ask her which ones she reads and neg her about reading one that’s stupid or typically female.

    3. Say that you read Roissy and find him ‘intriguing’ or ‘fascinating’ or something like that. Then ask her why she hates him, cut her off, and accuse her of loving him.

    4. Say yes. If she asks which one, don’t tell her. Give her just enough info to pique her curiosity without revealing any identifying details.

    5. If you still need to build attraction, either neg her about it or make some sexually charged joke about getting all wet and then straddling a long tube. If you’re well into comfort, talk about it if you feel like it or change the subject if you don’t.

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  27. single mom:
    Overall though to think it’s ridiculous that she likes a man that’s on time is silly, because she may be an extremely busy woman and if she’s attractive she’s also busy. Women consider your punctuality a matter of respect for her and her life (time).

    Why did it all turn out like this for me? I had so much promise. I was personable. I was bright. Oh, maybe not academically speaking, but I was perceptive. I always know when someone’s uncomfortable at a party. It all became very clear to me sitting out there today, that every decision I’ve ever made in my entire life has been wrong. My life is the complete opposite of everything I want it to be. Every instinct I have in every aspect of life, be it something to wear, something to eat, the advice I give to men about women… It’s often wrong.

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  28. @Raine

    You arrogant stupid wench. I was going to stay out of the fray but it’s not humanly possible to be so cretinous.

    Being late 10 minutes is NOT a sign of lack of respect. 30 minutes without calling you to let you know is lack of respect.

    In the vast majority of cases it is an accident of traffic, finding parking and the fact that some of us have lives infinitely more complex than your existence. I, for example, have to manage 18 projects with cumulative worth in triple digit millions. Do you have any fucking idea how busy my day gets? Do you think my getting on time to a date is as important as keeping a project with 100 people employed and on track? And if I got such a critical phone call, and it took ten minutes to dispatch, making me late, that it might be justified? Jesus F’ing Christ!

    Where and when did you women get so the fucking entitled? In another day and age, slapping you silly until you got the picture would be the first consideration. In this day you might be worth the prison sentence, if for no other reason, as an example to your sisters of what not to do.

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  29. You know, as much as they are douchebags, some of the guys on “Is she really going out with him?” on MTV have the right attitude towards women. One guy strolled in 30 minutes late to a date and managed to somehow make his gf feel like she was the bad guy.

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  30. In regards to girls and being punctual:

    Of the last 2000 dates I have been on, 4 girls have been on time.

    Recently, I went on a date with a fly rich girl, half Mexican, parents have crib on the cliff in one of Southern California’s most affluent beach communities etc.

    My driver was late in picking me up and I was late. She was on time and kind of bitter.

    Shook it off like Marvelous Marvin Hagler does a weak jab and ended up swooping her in a brilliant-dynamic display of Game.

    – MPM

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  31. Lady cumstaine, you’re not worth going on a date with, hence why no real man is ever late for a date with you; you don’t date real men.

    enjoy the betas, bitch.

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  32. @GMan – your great taste is confirmed with that comment. the Bishop’s Garden is really beautiful – one of my favorite spots in the city – and a tremendous place to take a girl. a little different in character than the usual strip-club swooping, but very effective nonetheless! Props.

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  33. You arrogant stupid wench. I was going to stay out of the fray but it’s not humanly possible to be so cretinous.

    Being late 10 minutes is NOT a sign of lack of respect. 30 minutes without calling you to let you know is lack of respect.

    el guapo, lady rain is what you get when you take a bmx biker chasing cunt completely lacking in self-awareness and surround her with a steady parade of chump betas cooking her dinners and helping raise her kid in the faint hope of one day in the distant future tapping her tramp stamped leathery ass.
    not to put too fine a point on it, but you get an American bitch with a red giant-sized bloated sense of entitlement and a day of wall victim reckoning that is gonna hit her harder than her ex after a week-long milwaukees best bender.

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  34. on June 23, 2009 at 1:56 pm Conscientious observer

    The triathalon issue has to be dealt with somehow. This is someone who appreciates the self-discipline peculiar to endurance sports, which means being a weight-lifting cardio-abnegating buff boy won’t do. Either you have to be able to invoke some kind of endurance activity you do (preferably, of course, running — the supreme single, time-efficient, toughness-validating activity a man can do) and to which she can relate, so she can both respect you and feel that you can relate to her; or, if you don’t run or do some other extended cardio activity on a regular basis (next best, probably swimming or ellipitical, then, a distant third, biking), you need to take the opposite tack and conspicuously focus your attention on qualities, talents, features about her which have nothing to do with her athleticism. Optimally, you would do both: acknowledge that, say, you run ten miles/day but find athletic culture boring and beneath you, which would decisively disarm her of her athleticism against you, and enable you to leverage it to your advantage, and then focus your attention on intellectual matters (books, cinema, philosophy,etc).

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  35. on June 23, 2009 at 1:57 pm Cliff Arroyo

    1. Depending on my mood and the alignment of the stars, I might say:

    breezily “Hey, this is early for me, consider yourself honored.”

    disappointed “Oh ….. you’re one of _those_.”

    deadpan “Why yes, it _was_ brave of me to rescue those disabled children and their puppy from that burning building, how nice of you to ask.”

    2. Why would I talk about you again?

    3. Casually say “You know how to spell ‘Roissy’? P-U-S-S-Y!”

    or “You can always tell a Roissy reader, you just can’t tell them much.”

    4. Feign shock “What? you didn’t recognize me?”

    or “I’ll pretend you didn’t ask that question.”

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  36. True story:

    I arrived about 15 minutes late.

    Her: You are late.
    Me : I was held up.
    Me : How long have you been waiting?
    Her: About five minutes.
    Me : [looks at watch] So you were late too.
    Her: [laugh] Yeah, OK.

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  37. 1. “It depends on how busy I am.” Nice easy way out that defuses the situation without apologizing or really explaining yourself. Also puts you in the position of being able to show up late in the future as well. With ball busting amazons like this one you need to keep her respecting your masculine power and explaining yourself, in detail, and apologizing (on a first date no lest) will cause you to immediately lose the dominant psychological high ground to her.

    Rule of thumb: don’t explictly explain yourself or your actions to a woman- she’s not your mother.

    2. “I’m not from DC so I can’t say I know too much about them- is there any in particular that catch your eye?”

    If I’m on a date with a girl then we’re the focus of the conversation. I find things to talk about other then Roissy and if any Roissy pertinant topics come up then I’ll talk about them without mentioning the blog. I’m trying to make myself look good- not Roissy.

    Similarly, bringing up Roissy’s blog and talking about it endlessly is DHVing Roissy while DLVing myself- the broad is going to sit there wondering why she’s on a date with a rabid Roissy fanboy who won’t shutup about Roissy instead of Roissy.

    3. “Never heard of him- what gets to you about the blog?”

    Gives me more kindling for the converstation and allows me to Agree/Disagree with her depending on the context. Would under no circumstances agree with every point be a beta yes man who has no opinions of his own. Would use appropriate material in the converstation (and even steer it if nessary) to heap insults on beta males and paint myself in the glorious essence of the Alpha male.

    Would make fun of her for being a ball busting lawyer/amazon if the opportunity presented itself. (Or for any other chink in her armor that she presents).

    4. Ask her what blogs she dislikes and why. Give this ball busting amazion the roap to hang herself with. If she hates Roissy and can’t shutup about how vile and detestible Roissy is then you get the ever so juicy opportunity of rubbing the fact that she fell for Roissy’s stichk (literally) hook line and sinker. Enjoy much evil fingertips to fingertips evil gloating over her newly baby battered face.

    5. Give her the opportunity to blather on about herself for a bit.

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  38. maurice

    “@GMan – your great taste is confirmed with that comment. the Bishop’s Garden is really beautiful – one of my favorite spots in the city – and a tremendous place to take a girl. a little different in character than the usual strip-club swooping, but very effective nonetheless! Props.”

    Because I am so effective at swooping Exotic Dancers I am often pigeonholed into a “Exotic Dancer Swooping Playboy”

    Truth be told, Exotic Dancer have never amounted to more than 50% of my portfolio year over year.

    For instance, if I swoop 120 fly girls in a year, 50 might be exotics or “powered by” Exotic.

    The remainder usually is a good mix of fly civilians, model girls and high society broads.

    The higher end girls making up the majority.

    My Game these days is growing more and more suited to fly Rich girls.

    Which is fine with me.

    – MPM

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  39. “Why did it all turn out like this for me? I had so much promise. I was personable. I was bright. Oh, maybe not academically speaking, but I was perceptive. I always know when someone’s uncomfortable at a party. It all became very clear to me sitting out there today, that every decision I’ve ever made in my entire life has been wrong. My life is the complete opposite of everything I want it to be. Every instinct I have in every aspect of life, be it something to wear, something to eat, the advice I give to men about women… It’s often wrong.

    Allan from Two and a half men?

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  40. #1 “Are you always late for dates?”
    A: Say “I can see that drink has made you a bit aggressive! I like it.”

    #2 …You are an avid reader of Roissy and feel he has made your life immeasurably better, …
    A: what? Admit I have a man crush on some internet attention whore? If she knows about the site and I admit to reading it, I then admit to being beta. The answer is negative. say “I have no Idea who Roissy is, what kind of a name is that for a man anyway? must be a pickle kisser”

    #3 ….your date mentions she has read Roissy and hates him….
    A: I would tell her I was surprised that “girl” could properly run a computer. say “you probably have web TV right?”She will fiegn indignation and start thinking of whether or not sex will occur at her place or on said premises.

    #4 You are me.
    A: Shoot myself, but make sure it is in public so it hits the news and everyone can talk about ME ME ME!

    #5 She also mentions she ran a triathlon the day before.

    Multiple choice, say….
    a) “In those shoes?”
    b) “Well I hope you’ve showered!”
    c) “Nobody likes a showoff!”
    d) “I know I was standing at the finish line when you crossed.”

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  41. on June 23, 2009 at 2:08 pm Hollywood Hotsauce

    Regular readers of this blog won’t be suprised by this but I thought I should post this interesting article about the “Decline of Men” nonetheless.

    “But perhaps what we should be asking is: who turned men into sissies?

    The answer to that is we women. Women wilfully feminised men to make them less masculine, less challenging to our ambitions, less competition for us. We emasculated them.

    As a result, we’ve destroyed the core of their being, their masculinity. We’ve led them astray and away from the very qualities we intrinsically find most attractive in a man.

    We told them we loved their feminine side, then came to despise it. We convinced them we wanted to be equal breadwinners, then began to resent it.

    We loved the idea of earning more than our men, more than any man, yet lost respect for them when it was us bringing home the bacon.

    But men have been culpable in all this, too. Sure, we gave them a social duffing up, but they gave in to it. The feminisation process sneakily appealed to their intrinsic vanity, and sharing the career workload played to many men’s innate laziness.

    I disagree with Garcia when he says ‘men aren’t giving up – they’re being run over because they’re lazy and can’t multi-task’. There is nothing more energised, more vital than a man who is loved and respected for being a successful man, a provider and a father.
    But partly because of the way women have systematically traduced men and their manliness, partly because of the way we as a society have feted and institutionalised single motherhood, from the council estate to the boardroom, we haven’t left much for men to do or be that is unique to them.

    Even the education system is now skewed against them. Garcia is correct when he says that girls are outperforming boys at school, but it’s not because they are brighter or more adept at surviving in a post-modern world, but because of the liberal engineering of state education that has made it more sympathetic to girls’ learning skills and less so to those of boys.

    And with the huge increase in university-educated girls, there is a social timebomb ticking.

    In America, over the past 25 years the number of female undergraduates has grown more than twice as fast as their male counterparts.

    According to Garcia, by 2006 women outnumbered men on American college campuses by more than two million.

    Again, if the tables were turned and women were wildly outnumbered today in universities and if men were overtaking their achievements, there would be an outcry.

    The feminists view the current state of play in the war of the sexes as a great victory – they feel it proves they were right and that women were smarter than men all along.

    But it’s like two armies locked in battle, one armed with bayonets, the other with Kalashnikovs. It’s not been a fair fight.

    One survey Garcia cites shows that, on average, females between the ages of 21 and 30 earned 117 per cent of males’ wages in the same group.

    And while women’s wages have soared, wages for men have declined.

    ‘Men are not just getting poorer, they’re also getting dumber,’ he says. And he’s right. Beneath the lip gloss of metrosexual modern male, men are in trouble.

    Men of all ages are becoming increasingly ‘angry, suspicious, reactionary and isolated’ because women have treated the men’s natural roles without respect.

    Who wouldn’t become reactionary when all that you knew had been demeaned, taken from you or chipped away?

    Who wouldn’t feel isolated when society had institutionalised fatherlessness, thus eradicating the most vital and enhancing role any man can play in his life?

    Garcia goes so far as to argue that the roles have flipped so much from the way they were, say, 50 years ago – and that men have become so emasculated and feminised – that ‘men are the new women’.

    If that’s true, and sadly it is for some men, then women have a lot to answer for. And perhaps the greatest irony is that it’s us who are the losers in the end.

    You show me a woman who isn’t attracted by strength, success, masculinity and I’ll show you a lesbian.

    Garcia argues that it is ‘an undeniable reality that women are poised to become the dominant gender in America, and in many ways already are’.

    With men already in decline, it’s only going to get worse. Deep in a recession with so many jobs at risk, a man’s native, competitive provider survival spirit has never been more necessary to millions of families’ survival, and yet never have these qualities been so systematically diminished.

    So when we most need men to be men, we’ve created a disproportionate number of men who are more pussycats than lions. Perhaps the real Decline Of Men has only just begun.

    Or perhaps, just perhaps, they’ll throw off their Prada, ditch the pedicures, stop crying and get in touch with their masculine side again. We can only hope.”

    Original article – http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1096102/R-I-P-MEN-They-earn-pushed-reduced-sex-objects—Tin-hats-ready.html

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  42. The triathalon issue has to be dealt with somehow. This is someone who appreciates the self-discipline peculiar to endurance sports, which means being a weight-lifting cardio-abnegating buff boy won’t do.

    Not necessarily; a sprint is pretty easy and done regularly by some simply to keep in shape (aka watch the figure). A half ironman or more, maybe, but I wouldn’t assume that means she expects you to be similarly incline.

    Also, you don’t ‘run’ triathlons, you do them. Running is only 1/3.

    Other than perhaps lower tolerance the only relevance I see of the tri drop is: a. lower heels (or whining later about walking) or b. she’s showing off for some reason. If she’s still bitchy after more than 24 hours recovery then there is some other nightmare going on.

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  43. Why did it all turn out like this for me? I had so much promise. I was personable. I was bright. Oh, maybe not academically speaking, but I was perceptive. I always know when someone’s uncomfortable at a party. It all became very clear to me sitting out there today, that every decision I’ve ever made in my entire life has been wrong. My life is the complete opposite of everything I want it to be. Every instinct I have in every aspect of life, be it something to wear, something to eat, the advice I give to men about women… It’s often wrong.

    The George Costanza epiphany was one of the most relevant artistic achievements of the late 20th century.

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  44. “I have no Idea who Roissy is, what kind of a name is that for a man anyway? must be a pickle kisser”

    another reader misses the literary reference.

    i admit i laughed at ‘pickle kisser’.

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  45. — “Hi, I’m George, I am unemployed and I live with my parents.”

    — [eyes sparkling] “Hi, I’m Victoria!”

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  46. Tupac beat me to it. roissy chateau is just like fight club, you dont ever talk about it.

    1:Brush it off.change the subject.
    2:You dont ever talk about roissy. Ever. Plus you don’t need to talk about thought provoking philosophical subjects that roissy blesses us with, with women.
    3:Since she *hates* roissy she must clearly like roissy. (what people often times hate, is exactly what they desire deeply.) Either way see #2
    4:”Not exactly.”
    5:”You must have really strong legs.”

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  47. on June 23, 2009 at 2:18 pm russell rodriguez

    1) tell her that i have not realize that i was so irresistable to her

    2) i will keep this website a secret, this website should be a secret along us alpha men here

    3) i wont tell her that i write blog until after i get a first sex in on her as i do not think the woman would like to know some of the stuff you say here about other woman

    4) as long as she doesnt have too much muscles on her body then ill still have sex with her, i hear somebody say once that women that play sports are really good at having sex

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  48. on June 23, 2009 at 2:22 pm Gunslingergregi

    ”””””””’You pause. She’s reacting to your lack of punctuality worse than most women.
    What do you do?”””””””””””’

    Seeing how my shit works on the amazon at work and how I came back and she treats the boss like her bitch and yet still gives me respect because I neg the shit out of her.

    I would say hmm interesting already showing your selfish side. This ain’t gonna get you into my empire. Why don’t you have a drink waiting on me or is that mine.
    Grab her drink and swig that shit down.

    ””””””””””””’Same as above, except this time, before you have decided whether to announce your everlasting platonic love of Roissy, your date mentions she has read Roissy and hates him. You mull in the mind whether ’tis more opportunistic to admit fandom and suffer the slings and arrows of angry, yet energetically and erotically charged, conversation about Roissy-inspired themes, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing or denying thricely Disciple Peter-like the ugly truths Roissy tells the world end any chance of the date imploding in your face like an overmicrowaved burrito.”””””””””””””””””

    I admit being part of the roissy world. She says empire oh shit are you gunslingergregi
    I admit that too. I say lets go get a room.
    We leave.

    “”””””””””””””””””What do you do?
    ******
    You are me. You are on the date with the girl from the above story and have been talking with her about the book you are writing. She is intrigued. A little later in the date, she mentions she reads a lot of local blogs. She says there are some she reads that she really hates. You nod again. Then she asks you if you write a blog.”””””””””””””””””””””””””””

    Tough call depends on how you have been approaching it all all along. Me I would be proud of the blog.

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  49. No man would get a chance to make me their cum-dumpster if they were perpetually late for dates.

    So I guess the loser who is too worthless to be in you or your son’s life right now at least showed up on time for the “date” when he knocked you up?

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  50. on June 23, 2009 at 2:23 pm Gunslingergregi

    “””””””””on June 23, 2009 at 12:51 pm Tupac Chopra
    The first rule of fight club is YOU DON’T TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB
    “”””””””””””””

    oops he he he

    What she may want to join.

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  51. another reader misses the literary reference. keep dropping clues like your ‘name’ and even the 17 year old will figure it out.

    though I ended up explaining the story to a couple people at a museum on Sunday when there was a reference to the ‘cultural impact’ of it. I was surprised none of them had heard of it, since they all claim to be well read. Since it was an audience of all girls it didn’t go over very well.

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  52. @al – you mean the ‘story of O’, i suppose. what made the ‘cultural impact’ of that come up in a museum walk? no surprise that the women reacted negtatively … in public, in front of each other. privately…? hmm….

    also, re triathlons – i didn’t say so, but i agree with your (b) that she was trying to boast, to DHV about something she values. that’s part of the alpha amazon style, after all. best, from the male point of view, to not take the bait. to say “oh, great” and move on to another subject.

    i actually did my first sprint tri a few months ago – run and bike were easy but the swim kicked my butt, because i hadn’t really trained for it.

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  53. on June 23, 2009 at 2:39 pm Lawyer from Hell

    Don’t ever be on time for a date, ever. 10 minutes late should be the default response.

    If the girl is actually there before me I say “Wow, you’re on time. Most women aren’t.”

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  54. on June 23, 2009 at 2:41 pm HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOS YO

    Nope, just for you. (As your answer to her question, “are you always late for dates?”)

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  55. Re: triathalons. Having done a few, and trained with some ranked ones, there are usually 2 types. The dabblers (Sprints), and the militant ones (Olympic; 1/2 IM; full IM). Dabblers are usually trying to get in shape after falling out of shape. The militant ones are a friggin nightmare. Up at 4:30 to train, OCD about eating, not drinking, training in evening, bed @ 8:30 to do it all over. Stay away from the militant ones. No fun.

    I rode by a cutie last week who clearly has bike handling issues. I give a few pointers, so she won’t kill herself or someone I know. I find out she’s doing her 1st Olympic next month & she’s doing the aforementioned schedule. Blech. I kick it up a gear & cruise away….

    Knew a fly 21 year old who was militant. She said she had no sex drive. No sex drive at 21!!!! What a waste.

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  56. Roissy.
    Yep I missed it. I googled and it is some kind of french thang. I spent too much time getting laid and playing guitar, perhaps I should have said saumure smoocher.
    😉

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  57. drdrdrdr

    Roissy.
    I spent too much time getting laid and playing guitar, perhaps I should have said saumure smoocher.

    you are a regular samois hagar

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  58. OK, I’ll bite. Gotta do this piecemeal though, so here’s my reply to Part One:

    “Well, you know how we do, CP Time and all that…”

    Change the subject.

    Part Two coming up…

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  59. #1
    is this a trick? how many “23-year-old statuesque brunette(s) who would probably intimidate most men” do you know that are serially punctual? she’s probably pissed off that she timed things wrong and showed up early for a change. she’s used to being the one who shows up to find the guy awkwardly nursing his drink alone and she’s pissed at having the tables turned. don’t kill yourself trying to come up with some cutesy response. if something witty comes to mind, say it; otherwise just push through and keep building attraction.

    #2
    i’m never afraid to share my opinions on attraction and social dynamics, but i don’t explicitly refer to game. that sort of thing makes it seem like you’ve been studying.

    #3
    if this blog comes up, i’d mention that i’ve read it and that i agree with a lot of what roissy says, but i think he’s prone to exaggeration and that some of the commenters are legitimate misoyginists. that being said, it’s a blog so that sort of thing is to be expected.

    #4
    anonymous blogs are exactly that. it’s like being a superhero. would bruce wayne give up his secret after a few moments of attention from a good-looking woman?

    ps – the triathalon thing may change things up a bit. maybe it’s a signal that she’s more swpl, granola-y and less spoiled, ADD scene chick. it’s likely she’s equal parts both. either way, i don’t cut back on my personality or try to hide my thoughts on sex and politics. if anything, i’m just more conscious about calibrating the way i demonstrate value.

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  60. #1
    No. [sigh] I had to fire the driver over it. Poor guy, wife and 5 kids to feed in this economy …. Ah, enough of the downers, I could use a drink too.

    #2
    Like most of the internet, 95% is pure unadulterated crap. I follow a couple that I find entertaining.

    #3
    Nope, don’t know that one (but if she persists with it, see some merit to everything about it which she finds unpleasant).

    #4
    I would tend to avoid saying I write a blog.

    #5
    poke at the female jock angle, or perhaps explore whether there is room to tease on possible former fatty insecurities

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  61. OK, here’s the rest of my answers:

    #2: Don’t mention anything unless specifically asked.

    #3: Yea, I read Roissy, agree w/him on some things, disagree on others. She says she hates Roissy-I say, everyone’s entitled to thir opinion, change subject.

    #4: Obsidian as Roissy: “Yea, I dabble”.

    #5: Obsidian’s response-Triatholon-aint that the thing Bruce Jenner did?

    O

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  62. — She scolds me for being late:

    In a paper & pen test, I’d avail myself of Brad’s excellent response “You missed me that much, huh?” But in live-time, going by my actual performance in similar situations (post-learning Game), I’d probably lok at her funny, and then act like she never asked me the question.

    — Do I bring up my Roissy fandom when she mentions she’s familiar with teh DC blogger scene?

    Probably not. I’d stay away from potential disagreements. Scratch that — I’d bring him up to gauge her feminist levels.

    — Do I own up to reading this blog after she says she hates him?

    I avoid debating stuff with girls. Talk to the pussy, not to the mind. If a controversial topic comes up and we’re on the same page, I pleasantly say that so-and-so rocks, and leave it at that.

    But since she already said she hates him, I’d probably make it a principle thing. Our gracious host deserves at least this. I’d say something like “there is a lot more to his writing than meets the eye” and leave it at that.

    — In R’s shoes, would I admit to writing this blog?

    No. Living a double life is more fun.

    — She also mentions she ran a triathlon the day before.

    She-runners usually means nice legs and small boobies. Me like. If she’s a driven bitch about it, then I’d relegate her to non-LTR. Nothing must ever supercede me in importance to a woman.

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  63. Actually I got excellent grades both in private school and also in college. (somehow my parents thought that I’d behave if they sent me to a “live-in” school….brilliant)

    The self-centered female troll thought the Seinfeld reference was about her? Unbelievable.

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  64. @maurice, they were showing the movie as part of an exhibit.

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  65. on June 23, 2009 at 3:24 pm snatch magnet

    1# Face push – drain her drink and signal the waitress for another.

    2# huh? did you say something? that chick over there is giving me the eye.

    3# sorry, come again? I was busy texting a broad I met last weekend

    4# Blog? ya sure…it’s mostly about porn and booze… You into that?

    5# Gulp down remainder of drink.. triathalon? I never watch that shit on TV… like I give a crap about some disease ridden kids I’ll never meet… You ready to bone or what?

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  66. 1) maintain eye contact. Smack fist menacingly into palm.

    2) fist clock to the chin, steal her drink and chug.

    3) double punch to gut.

    4) Head butt

    5) challenge to race, loser gets raped. Break her leg before gun goes off.

    That should solve all problems.

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  67. @al – really? what museum?

    @sm, lurker- lol

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  68. She is drinking a cocktail on her own initiative, so I like the lay prospects. I proceed.

    #1: I bumped into a friend, and she would not let me go. (mildly cocked eyebrow and mild smirk): What is that you’re drinking? (tease her on drink choice). Come with me to the bar, I’m thirsty.

    #5: Triathalon? Well, I ran to catch a train the other day and just made it. Gold star for both of us.

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  69. on June 23, 2009 at 3:49 pm Willard Libby

    “I don’t *feel* tardy.”

    She doesn’t laugh.

    She’s 23 and you drop in a 25 year old Van Halen reference.

    You are me. … A little later in the date, she mentions she reads a lot of local blogs. She says there are some she reads that she really hates. You nod again. Then she asks you if you write a blog.

    What do you say?

    I say one of the many ways I like to waste time is writing my own blog. But I’m not going to tell you what it’s called because I’m sure you’d hate it. You’d be just like most women that way, sorry to say.

    She also mentions she ran a triathlon the day before.

    Now what do you do?

    She’s obsessed with time.

    Buy her a nice lady watch and she’s yours.

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  70. on June 23, 2009 at 3:55 pm Cannon's Canon

    (i’m giving this a stab without reading any comments)

    1. “I’m only ever late to see the SWEETEST girls…” with a measured smirk, holding eye contact. Guess what? It’s a neg. If she doesn’t buy it, I just didn’t sell my value. Should she linger on the subject, I might explain, “I’m in very high demand…” with the same smirk and eye contact. She must break first.

    2. I invoke the words of Rutger Hauer’s character from the movie ‘Surviving the Game’ as I tell her, “I try not to read “blogs.” They’re like a mirror of the world’s ugliness.” I might even sneak in an esoteric tell, like, “I’m moved by contemporary authors in a more aesthetic medium. I like Houellebecq, Devlin… Strauss, for example.” I smile genuinely, knowing that Roissy approves of this construction.

    3. On the topic of Roissy, I would say, “He sounds very polarizing. I should definitely check him out… sometimes I like to imagine what’s going on in the minds of people that just seem so far off the status quo. We live in such strange times.”

    4. I am Roissy, and when asked if I author a blog, I say, “I keep sort of a poetic journal. It’s not all online, and I don’t really share it with very many people. I’ll show you some of it later. How about you, have you ever ‘blogged’?”

    5. The triathlon indicates a high level of testosterone. The chances of a single night lay are high. I do not attempt to one-up this feat with tales of conquest from my contact sports. Rather, I frame myself as a “lover” to be opposite her “warrior.” Perhaps I liken the adrenaline rush of a triathlon to some volunteering work I used to do, or talk about my love of the outdoors. If I can work in some qualifying questions on this topic, it’s time to change venues and prepare for the swoop.

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  71. single mom:
    Actually I got excellent grades both in private school and also in college. (somehow my parents thought that I’d behave if they sent me to a “live-in” school….brilliant)

    did you go to a school for delinquents?

    Also you keep talking about older women getting desperate and think it will happen to me.

    the longer you are a single mom, the more desperate you will become.
    unless you’ve found a way to turn back the clock on the leatherification of your hide and make your kid disappear like a rabbit in a hat.

    The only thing that makes an older woman “desperate” is if she wants babies and can’t find a man to have them with in time.

    no, that’s not the only thing.
    all you need is love… do do doo do doo
    ah hell, after the wall claims your carcass, you won’t even be able to drown your feelings of worthlessness in empty sex.

    I am already done with all that.

    you claim you are OK with an assortment of random short term pump and dumps and loveless flings, as long as you have your LIFE and your HOBBIES and your bastard SON and your YOU GO GIRL amen chorus of eunuch omegas and low class allentown high school dropout girlfriends to keep you occupied, but i guarantee that in a few years when your looks have completely cratered and you can’t even find a halfway decent man who isn’t a total beta loser willing to spend the minimal effort to fuck you for a few nights, nevermind willing to stay with you and your unfortunate spawn from a DUI-collecting loser badboy, and when the prospect of love from a good man — deep true amazing soul-nourishing love — is lost to you forever, you WILL feel the cold shadow of desperation trace its gnarled finger down the back of your neck and spine.
    and you will shiver, remembering my words.
    sleep tight, old lady rain.

    Do you really think an older woman has to worry that she’ll “never get laid again”?

    quality matters. an aging single mom can get laid, but she’ll only be able to do so by gradually lowering her standards. most single moms manage something like this by lying to themselves and to blog audiences about the steadily declining quality of men they are bagging. i’ve no doubt an arrogant cunt so completely lacking in self-awareness like yourself with do exactly that. right now, it’s low SES bikers and italian eunuchs who orbit your shriveling vagina. soon, it will be urine-soaked homeless bums and david alexander clones.

    of course, one day not too far in the future, 5 years or so, your standards will have been forced to bottom out so low that you find it easier on your ego to abdicate men altogether instead of suffering the indignity of laying listlessly through awkward, arid rutting with weaselly sycophantic suckup betas or suffering the shame of spreading for yet another 50-ish drunken lout with a boob tattoo on his chest and a penchant for expressing his rage through cigarette burns on your arm. and then you will tell everyone here how happy you are that you don’t need a man in your life. you are an INDEPENDENT WOMAN.
    and no one will believe you.
    and when the pain and horror of your life begins to pile up on your psyche like a staten island landfill or the waiting list at the allentown battered wife shelter, not even you will believe yourself.

    now, you could follow my advice and do the smart thing before it’s too late:
    LEARN TO SETTLE.
    but i don’t think you’re that smart, so i’ll just laugh at your pain instead as i twist the shiv of reality deeper into your overtanned prematurely wrinkled patent leather husk.

    oh and here’s a very special ps just for you: in fifteen years, when you are 43 and looking 103, you WON’T EVEN BE ABLE TO GET LAID without paying for it or frantically flirting like a sad mangy cougar with the absolute lowest of CHUD-like, shambling losers and male detritus. you can pretty much give up on your dream of forever banging younger betas who worship the floor-length dangle of your labia.

    Please, you know that’s not true.

    look around you, LR. it’s self-evident.

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  72. 1.) Her overbearing shit test, mixed with the fact that she’s Amazonian which indicates that she is probably the dominant figure in most of her relationships means that this ST has to be dealt with quickly and with verbal force.

    I’d say “is this how all future dates are going to be with you?” then stare down without a crack in your rough exterior.

    she can say “No, we aren’t going on any more dates” then that’s that, or she can capitulate and move on with the date.

    2.) I ask her if she likes “Roosh”. This will give a general feel for her taste in blogs. If she knows much about DC blogs she’ll likely bring up Roissy.

    3.) This one is simple, yet it has the dynamite quality of exploding in your face, like religion. Merely say that you like some of the things roissy says, that he provides powerful insight into lots of things, and that he’s a good writer. the segue into the 4D:2D trick or something that you’ve read about here.

    4.) I’d say at that point, she has good suspicion that you are roissy. This chick is going to be tough. She’s from DC and runs triathalons. She’s going to be steeped in ultra-PC indoctrination.

    First, tell her you write a blog, but don’t reveal which it is. remain mysterious.

    I think she merely wants to say she went on a date with roissy. Two options, either go into ultra-roissy mode. Give her a heavy dose of what she expects, asshole, running game at every second, quick to put your hand up her skirt, or go complete opposite. Be overly nice and polite, but still keep the conversation interesting. Tell her shit like “I don’t usually act like this on dates.” Your status is already elevated, so you don’t have to worry as much about coming off as a puss.

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  73. I think she merely wants to say she went on a date with roissy.

    Here is a fun speculation: what if I’m on a date, and she mistakenly for some strange reason assumes I’m David Alexander? Half Sigma? Agnostic?

    And I’m feeling playful and decide to run with the character?

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  74. 1: It’s a test – she sounds like a lawyer chick, given she’s so business like and already bought a drink. I’d just smile, ignore her question and move on. You’re not late to an inconsiderate point, so it shouldn’t even be acknowledged. She’ll get in line soon enough.

    2: Pass off anything read here which fits the conversation as your own revelations – Roissy doesn’t need recruiters.

    3: See if she’ hates him because he’s completely wrong about her personal dynamics or because he’s dead right and doing some of the prescribed things found at this blog will get into her pants and she can’t help it. Act accordingly.

    4: Triathlon types are contentious girls, who need challenges/things to conquer – I think if she’s really well read it’d play right into your hands. I’d do more indirect things since she’ll already fancy you a ‘player’ (probably her word choice) she’ll come to you without much direct prodding needed on your end.

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  75. on June 23, 2009 at 4:07 pm Anonymous #8

    Hey, for all you internet daters out there, have you ever been outright propositioned? And did you accept?

    I’ve been getting a few (well, two) right out of the blue, and am worried they might be traps. Or trannies! lol Am I being paranoid? It seems like a weird thing for a normal-looking chick to be doing.

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  76. Anonymous #8: I’ve once been propositioned once by a fellow-commentor who had a very cute and girly online persona, and we did meet up.

    She was in fact a girl, was the correct age, and had no ulterior motives, but she was very unattractive.

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  77. Geese for a single mom LR certainly has enough time to blog a fair bit.

    I guess the to and fro is some form of psychological transference for a real relationship……..

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  78. on June 23, 2009 at 4:28 pm Anonymous #8

    Thanks PA. Did you give it to her anyways? 😉

    I’m just so used to hustling for it that my BS detector goes off when a girl has to resort to the internet.

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  79. #5) I play real sports, not trying to be the best at exercising

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  80. fundamentals are the crutch of the talentless.

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  81. Anonymous #8, it’s probably a gang of kidney thieves who propositioned you, so (literally) watch your back.

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  82. Anon 8 – the worst thing that can happen is she’s ugly.

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  83. I can’t wait to hear “The Judging”, because I cannot wait to see how Roissy handled this one.

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  84. oh, in NYC. i was thinking you were located in DC because of your waterfront comment. (didn’t quite seem like the thing for the national gallery to be showing…) yeah, i know of that museum. it’s on lower 5th ave, near the flatiron building. there’s one like it on hollywood blvd in LA which i went to once and thought was cheesy. there’s also a new museum of erotic art in las vegas which i have not been to. anyway, no wonder it was showing “story of O”… it’s that kind of place.

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  85. Mr.David Alexander and -ehem- “Lady” Rain,I now pronounce you man and wife.David,you may now kiss the bride.

    duum duum ta-dum dum dum dum…..

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  86. Cumstaine doesn’t accept kisses; DA must lick her toes, which, probably, they both enjoy.

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  87. My take — I’d be “honest” as far as it goes. The best way to lie is tell the truth, just not all of it.

    I would politely, reservedly pro-forma apologize for being late, but mention that it was deliberate, that I had a client. Who came first. Or anything business related. You’re late. She’s a hot, 23 year old chick accustomed to male worship. Don’t play that game, a polite, non-committal apology followed by the “fact” that it was indeed a deliberate choice, with her not being the choice, levels the playing field a bit.

    Blogs, anyone can read blogs. I would not mention them, and if it came up I’d give a puzzled look. I at least would be older, so I would make the age disparity work for me not against me. I would be the mature, experienced guy. I might mention I’m brushing up my German, by reading online Algemeine Zeitung, hoping maybe to visit Switzerland in the off-season.

    That might be a segue to B Traven, or magical realism in Latin American fiction, or Bogart and Huston in Mexico, or what does she think of Ireland’s non-tax policy for Writers and Artists?

    Point being to move away from her strengths (beauty, youth, most men desire her) to mine (pleasant conversation outside stuff she’ll hear from her peers). This is theoretical, unless the girl is an actress or a singer, I would not date her at 23 … too immature and flaky. [Actresses and Singers, particularly, have to grow up fast. There’s nothing like a grueling road tour in a van, leaking oil, five cities in ten days, to make even the most callow youth grow up fast. Gigs are hard, requiring discipline and maturity. Minor working actresses have to be disciplined also, they have a much shorter career, need tougher discipline, and are more open btw to older guys providing stability. Just don’t date the flakes out of these, most are fairly nice and sweet, contrary to opinion.]

    It depends on the guy I suppose. What works for a Roissy, a Mystery, etc. would probably not work for a Strauss or myself, but the general principles to move away from her comfort and power and to my own, and demonstrate careful, subtle attraction is I think the same.

    The “Hey Baby” approach won’t work on her, it’s the stuff she hears from low-life Guidos every day (or Flatbillers out here, same thing). You don’t want to look like a 21 year old intern either.

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  88. Whats a “flatbiller?

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  89. on June 23, 2009 at 5:03 pm Cannon's Canon

    Firepower:
    “A writer is lucky to get a girl to fuck him for his stellar, socially accepted authorship, and even luckier if she could complete the latest work of that author she’s fucking. Mark Levin does not score hot ass.”

    Salman Rushdie definitely does, though. However, that’s just because his game is tight.

    LR said:
    “Reading over these I agree with Maurice’s take on what should be done.”

    Looks like you’re the big loser, Maurice!

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  90. @cannon – yeah, i noticed that. i said what i would do, what i thought would work best – can’t help who else agrees or disagrees…!

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  91. on June 23, 2009 at 5:09 pm Gunslingergregi

    Whiskey hates hates hates low life guidos he he he

    But walking up to this bitch and treating her like yesterdays garbage is going to get you the pussy. No one else has even tried this ho like that. They have all tried to impress her with there knowledge of some crap she could give a shit less about. They have all overthought the interaction with her and there balls have shrunk while speaking with this bitch from hell. They have all jumped through firery hoops as she internally laughed at them.

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  92. Obsidian,

    You mentioned John and Kate Gosselin in one of your remarks.

    Its so sad isn’t it? He’s a great guy, a genuinely nice fellow of the sort who cooperates with others and gets things done. He is law abiding, good to his kids, considerate to others and his wife.

    She has pushed him out for all his troubles. He has beta-ized himself.

    I hate to say it, but back in the old days he could tell her to shut-the-fuck up, and when she kept yapping, he could have beat her ass big time, knocking out some teeth, in the process. She’d cry to her friends, but she’d have a strange new respect for him when he changed his tone of voice. But these days however, she knows it will cost him his right to even *see* his children by doing that, and that he is going to financially take care of her for the next 18 years no matter what, and then still pay her alimony in all probability after that ad [email protected]@. A man like him desperately needs game to keep a running jedi-mind-trick on the woman in his life so that she always thinks that she is having to meet expectations and perform or that she will lose him. Its unfortunate that a man cannot simply, in this culture, just pour out his love like a woman can for us, and see it accepted and deeply appreciated and revered. The only men who can get away with that are men in the top 10-15th percentile (and some of them can’t if they are hooked up with a chick who is north of an 8).

    In 10 years, Kate Gosselin, who will be looking haggard by then, will blame all the wrongs in her life on John Gosselin. That is what is so pathetic about all of this to me. She will really know what was up, but she will lie about every time her lips move on the subject. She had a man who all the women describe out there as what they want: clean cut, neat, super-nice, helps out at home, makes good money, always consults her, respects “her feelings”, and she spit on him.

    @@ The author Norman Mailer was paying one of his ex-wives (he had several of them), who DIDN’T bear him a child from the sixties or seventies, something like $120,000 a year in the early 00’s. She was taking him back to court saying, “he shouldn’t be allowed to let me live like this”. They weren’t married for even ten years (forget the exact number), and he was still paying her over 20 years later, and IT WAS’NT ENOUGH. Taki Theodoracoupolous mentioned it in one of his columns, and mentioned that its laws like that that dissuade men from commitment. You bet………………………..pump em’ and dump em’, ESPECIALLY after 35.

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  93. shotgun blast to the face. works everytime to keep ’em in line. they never say another cross word again.

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  94. Whiskey,

    I found out very early on in my adulthood that (very unfortunately) showing that you have a knowledge of history, civics, business, or politics is like putting on a cologne of petunia juice with women.

    To be honest (and fair), many men resent it when women are well read or historically aware also. I think something deep inside us wants to be a little smarter than our mate. Its a shame, but intellectual prowess is something one might cultivate to enjoy with their platonic friends and perhaps hope in advancing age that their mate might come to appreciate and be proud of. They sure as hell dont in your twenties. They *might* appreciate money-making prowess to some extent, but social dominance seems to be by far what whets their appetite.

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  95. on June 23, 2009 at 5:23 pm Gunslingergregi

    “””””””””””lurker
    shotgun blast to the face. works everytime to keep ‘em in line. they never say another cross word again.”””””””””

    LOL lurker so true so true

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  96. Blogs are for herbs. I never read ’em.

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  97. “Are you always late for dates?”

    Roissy: Yes, because I’m a douchebag.

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  98. Ovid

    Whats a “flatbiller?

    West Coast (typically or Sand State) jackass with a predilection for sleeve tattoos, crap music, skate shoes, shorts, low education, poor manners, no class, low quality drug addition and flat bill hats.

    Hence the name.

    Basically it is “hip” white trash.

    If the same person was in Oklahoma you would say they are a dumb redneck.

    But since they are in California they are “cool”. (I use the term cool very loosely).

    Everyone agree with my definition?

    – MPM

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  99. firepower like

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  100. Whiskey-
    ” unless the girl is an actress or a singer, I would not date her at 23 … too immature and flaky. [Actresses and Singers, particularly, have to grow up fast. ”

    Only if you are talking about relatively successful, actresses or singers who, you know, actually earn more money each year than their SAG dues (less than 4%?)

    The typical actress, singer (or model) is actually a waitress with a hobby. They think going to clubs at night is ‘networking.’ They think buying shoes is a ‘business expense.’ They seek fame in their careers because they are the most virulent attention whores you can imagine:

    The love and devotion of their families, and the endless string of men they bang is not enough, they need the whole world’s attention to be happy. They are moody, bitchy and desperately insecure.

    I would never date another actress, singer or model. And I would advise any guy, who is looking for a good woman, to do the same.

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  101. 1. Curious how long you’d wait for me.
    2. Ask her what books she’s read lately.
    3. Ditto.
    4. Admit it.
    5. Sympathize. A triathalon like boot camp, without the ammo can full of sand and the yelling Drill Instructors. Oh, and you can go home when it’s over.

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  102. I would G, but I apply it to non-whites as well. Specifically, the black guys who started the trend.

    Flat-billers=jokes.

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  103. Cannon’s Canon wrote

    Firepower:
    “A writer is lucky to get a girl to fuck him for his stellar, socially accepted authorship, and even luckier if she could complete the latest work of that author she’s fucking. Mark Levin does not score hot ass.”

    Salman Rushdie definitely does, though. However, that’s just because his game is tight.

    Actually, I hear it’s because of his 14″ manaconda.

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  104. Flatbiller.com has your flatbiller pics, stuff like that. West Coast Guidos. Hilarious. In small doses. Sadly, lots of girls go for that.

    Z — I’ve had good results with that approach, since it’s me, it works with a small subset of girls but does indeed work, typically a younger girl looking for a guy to take care of her. Or a smart girl wanting some stimulation along with just raw sex.

    What works against me is the female cliques that provide intellectual stimulation and allows pure sex, something that I’m not good at compared to the say, Flatbiller competition.

    AJ — the actress/singers of today, sigh probably right. But ten years ago that would probably not always be the case. They were generally middle class day workers, with the night job. Most were far less slutty and fewer guys than the teachers I worked with early, or the “cute Asian graphic artists” who are in the workplace now. You would not believe the numbers teachers and the cute Asian chicks can rack up.

    As I noted before, the cute, non-slutty Arty girl who was “nice” is rapidly being replaced by the slutty, arty chick with tats. That plays hell for me since that is my natural habitat. FWIW, about 60% or more of the White, native Engineers who work in IT that I’ve known over the years have been unmarried and with no GFs. The ones who were married … every single one had foreign wives. Eastern Europe or China.

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  105. To follow up — the old school singers did it as a form of expression. Musically talented, often classically trained, they wrote, and performed their own music as self expression. Some of them even performed part-time in the University Orchestras.

    They were disciplined because they had to be — juggling limited time, money, and demands to practice, perform, book shows, cover expenses, and so on. Most were children of divorce. A few were really nice girls, happily married. Often to fellow musicians.

    For the actresses, it was always train, train, train, at places like the Improv, Groundlings, etc. while scrapping for gigs and staying in shape. A few years of that weeded out the flakes from the strong. I never dated the latter, only the singers, but knew a few actress types. Nice girls. Focused, disciplined, clean cut. Nearly all of them smoke though.

    Nearly all of these girls end up chucking it, the system rewards only a few who very very lucky, and end up in middle class careers happily married. That’s probably changed though.

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  106. lurker

    “I would G, but I apply it to non-whites as well. Specifically, the black guys who started the trend.”

    It is really not worth debating, but I think white trash started this trend. It has been going pretty damn strong since the 90’s on the Westside if I remember correctly.

    whiskey

    “Flatbiller.com has your flatbiller pics, stuff like that. West Coast Guidos. Hilarious. In small doses. Sadly, lots of girls go for that.”

    Yeah. That is it.

    Don’t be sad though.

    The girls that go for those guys, while they can be hot, are not worth it and have a very short shelf life.

    This site: http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/ also has tons of them.

    I warn you about that site though. It can be a real bad trip.

    – MPM

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  107. #1: Roll my eyes, ignore the shit test, and plow.

    #2: Roissy is rare; most DC blogs are betas’ ironic observations about politics. I’d talk about how self-obsessed DC is and how sad 20-something staffers are, thinking they understand power. Then I’d show her a power dynamic somewhere in the room – a girl leading a guy around, a guy running game, maybe the bartender making a customer wait for a drink.

    #3: I’d think hard, then ask if Roissy’s the “Beta of the Day” guy. I’d say a girl friend of mine sent me one, and I’d laugh while recalling the loser who prostrated himself for a woman who hated him. Most girls will laugh but defend him, letting me ask “Seriously, you’d date a guy that pathetic?” and maybe lead into Fuck, Marry, Kill. If she mentions specific Roissy posts or themes, I’d say I wasn’t familiar with them but that they sound reasonable. Then I’d neg her sick obsession with an anonymous blog, and ask if she’s hungry for Roissy’s nuts.

    #4: It’s not unreasonable to think that a small but measurable percentage of DC girls could figure out if they were on a date with Roissy. I wouldn’t want to answer the question until I had a better sense of what she knows. I’d joke “Yeah, I’m that Wonkette chick” and move on. If she pressed, I’d admit to writing a blog as a book-related exercise, but say that it’s a professional secret and I’ll never tell her what it is. If she accused me of being Roissy, I’d smile but admit to nothing.

    #5: “Oh, like a full Ironman?” If yes, I focus on how she can’t possibly have time for a life. If no, I roll my eyes at how silly baby triathlons are and how ex-fat chicks use them to prove how fit they are, like Oprah did with her marathon.

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  108. Lots of corny responses for situation 1.

    My answer: “If you’re in a bad mood we can reschedule the date no problem.” Definitely no smirk or smiles. Laser eye contact. If she leaves then you just saved yourself a couple hours of hell.

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  109. Many of the responses above would be perceived as stonewalling.

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  110. diffuse anger with humor

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  111. 1) Correct her: “fashionably late; I live in fucking california -it’s part of the state constitution that ‘within the half hour’ is on time.”

    2) “Roissy has his over the top moments, but he writes well and always tries to tell the truth, which is more than I can say for most people.”

    3) See 2. WTF, why would your answer change? Women’s opinions are inconsequential.

    4) *make darth vader sounds* “Who’s your daddy, little girl; who’s your freaking daddy?” Notoriety is awesome. Most women will get mad at you if you have a rep and don’t fuck ’em, so be polite, Roissy, and stick your dong in her ear.

    5) Are you shitting me? Eject! Triathletes are fat. When they’re not fat, they have flaccid skin from blimping up and dieting down, not to mention, baking out in the sun.

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  112. #1 – Look at her. “Are you serious? Ten minutes late is on time for me”

    #2 – I would never bring up the subject of your blog on a date. Sorry.

    #3 – I would still deny reading Roissy, but I would agree with him. “Sounds like a smart guy” I would say, coyly.

    #4 – If she hates your blog yet continues to read it, you already have the beginnings of a fantastic relationship.

    #5 – Gross.

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  113. The girls that go for those guys, while they can be hot, are not worth it and have a very short shelf life.

    This site: http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/ also has tons of them.

    even better, is the one thing I will now watch on MTV.

    “Is She Really Going Out w/ Him”

    it’s a follow-thru/ripoff of “Tool Academy” but puts the dynamic into tv motion – especially for slutty teens.

    100 years of Suffrage

    lmfao grlz

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  114. Whiskey-
    I’ll buy your description. The two SUCCESSFUL actresses I know are extremely decent women.

    My reaction whenever I discover a girl has a tattoo.

    #1 I ask to see it.

    #2 If she shows it to me, I say “So did you get that in prison?” If won’t show it to me, I say, “You must’ve been reeeeally wasted.”

    #3 Cross her off the list. Chicks with ink… stink.

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  115. Brad’s post is the only acceptable way to handle the punctuality issue

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  116. “Are you always late for dates?”
    Don’t sit down yet. Stop. Stare at her, not glaring, just a general condescending look.
    “Are you always this anal about a guy being ten minutes late? I can leave, if my tardiness offends your refined (let your words sneer here, if felt necessary) sensibilities so much you have to snap at me as soon as I walk in the door.”

    And watch her apologize.

    Then you sit down. I would not continue play this out, because it’s likely to backfire. Accept her apology, however your style is, and move on.

    RE: Bringing up Roissy and/or having Roissy brought up…

    This could, potentially, turn the entire night into a debate with a 23 year old girl who thinks she’s the Queen Mother Of Us All, and that debate would probably bring your opinion of her even lower than before (and, for me, knowing I’m sleeping with a bonehead totally kills my sex drive). Yes, it would bring up lots of topics, inject sex into the mix, but you should be able to do that on your own. She seems like she could be the kind of girl that always has to be right, who will argue into the ground.

    Don’t let that distract either of you, and don’t join her on her playing field. If you do, you’re going to have to “beat” her at the debate to prove you’re “worthy” and not just another of the chumps she’s surrounded by on a daily basis. That takes way too long, and since it’s all opinion… not really going to go anywhere.

    RE: I am Roissy and do I have a blog? + marathon

    Okay, if the marathon was brought up out of nowhere, that’s just a flag. She’s probably either bragging or trying to prove herself to you.

    She’s also letting you know that she likes to compete.

    You want to become her trophy, her goal, her gold medal.

    She’s 23. She’s probably not at a point where she likes one night stands. She’s more than likely looking for that man she can respect, who will stand up to her, who will have as much drive as she does, who is desired as much as she is… for a relationship.

    And she’s also trying to prove herself. She’s a winner.

    You get to make her want to “win” you, you have to show her that you’re desirable, that there’s competition, and that she’s going to have to work for it because, on her own, as she is now, she’s not enough.

    Show her that. You’ve got all evening to subtley illustrate this to her, however meets your fancy.

    And while she’s inquiring if you have a blog, toss some mystery in. Yes, you do have a blog. Yes, it’s very well-read, very popular. No, you won’t tell her where, but if she manages to become a recurring person in your life, she might find herself mentioned in it.

    She’s going to go nuts attempting to figure out who you are, asking you questions, focusing on you. The popularity of the blog will be a bit of upstanding social proof for her, making you that much more desirable, and you’ve also told her that, again, as she is now, she doesn’t warrant even a footnote on it.

    She better step up her game if she wants to “win” you.

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  117. Anon,
    I hear what you’re saying about “Jon & Kate”. My point was that to put all this on prime time tv, is sick, simple as that.

    Z,
    You know, I’ve always had a real edge w/the ladies *because* they consider me smart and they really get turned on by that. Now, let’s be honest-given my particular circumstance, such a thing is enough of a novelty to get me over, at least an audition, so to speak. But I certainly do see the dangers of a guy being too smart, or for that matter, a gal, too.

    O

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  118. on June 23, 2009 at 8:11 pm Steve Johnson

    PA

    “Here is a fun speculation: what if I’m on a date, and she mistakenly for some strange reason assumes I’m David Alexander? Half Sigma? Agnostic?

    And I’m feeling playful and decide to run with the character?”

    HS – Qualify her – Ask if she owns any clothing with words on it. So prole.

    Agnostic – Neg her – [In reply to the 10 minutes late thing] “Bet you were a bratty teenager. ‘I WANT IT NOW!'” She’ll know that she was hotter then; neg accomplished.

    DA – Say your going to the bathroom and sneak out of the place because you fear human contact. See if you can get a hug from a waitress first.

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  119. on June 23, 2009 at 8:22 pm Marcus Aureliette

    Big O:
    You know, I’ve always had a real edge w/the ladies *because* they consider me smart and they really get turned on by that.

    AbsoLUTEly!

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  120. She’s pissed.
    1. “Listen, if you’re in a bad mood we can do this another time.” *turn to bartender and order a scotch*

    About blogs.
    2. “I’m from Spain. What’s a blog?”

    About Roissy.
    3. “Roissy? Sounds French.”

    About writing a blog.
    4. “Nope. I don’t need the practice.”

    About Triathlons.
    5. “Well that was a stupid thing to do.”

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  121. Yes , I am 10 minutes late , … But I am worth waiting for ,

    wink , but don’t smile.

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  122. on June 23, 2009 at 8:32 pm Gunslingergregi

    Marcus got me back for the third string comment he he he

    “breaks out the pom poms”

    Does the your off the list cheer.

    lol

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  123. on June 23, 2009 at 8:41 pm Gunslingergregi

    Woman are like roaches there will always be more.

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  124. on June 23, 2009 at 8:50 pm Virginia Gentleman

    1. Lean back in my chair/seat/booth/whatever, give a half-grin not aimed at her, wait a few seconds and say, “I invoke force majeure.” That’s the ideal response; I’d more than likely say something like, “Yeah yeah, time’s not of the essence…”

    2. Keep absolutely quiet where this site is concerned. There’s no use tipping my hand until such time as it serves my purposes, and if I can keep her in the dark, so much the better.

    3. “Hate’s an awfully strong word. Why’s that?” (Blah blah response) “Well, surely you’ve got something specific in mind…” (Blah blah response) “Oh, come to think of it, I do recall having read that one before. There are interesting insights there. That is, if you’re capable enough to find them.”

    Alternatively, finish up with, “Well, I don’t believe you’re one of the women he skewers with such vitriol.” (Cue a conspiratorial lean-in.) “You’re not, are you?”

    4. When somebody asks you if you are a god, you say ‘yes’. Stick out your hand in greeting and say, “My name’s Roissy. I live in the District. Now, tell me about that triathlon.”

    Perfect chance of nuclear firestorm, but fun either way.

    Meanwhile, anyone got a quick-and-dirty guide to art opening at a gallery game?

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  125. firepower Actually, I hear it’s because of his 14″ manaconda.

    See, I can’t make this stuff up folks.
    FP’s “buddy” told him.

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  126. Thank you, MA.

    Btw I’m curious-why the male handle?

    O

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  127. i tried to follow your spazzy scenario but it made my head bleed.

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  128. You know, I’ve always had a real edge w/the ladies *because* they consider me smart and they really get turned on by that.

    if you pass the shit tests, girls will avoid thinking : “I shit tested him to the bone and he passed; my knees are getting so far from each other! what’s happening?” and rationalyze instead : “I ll open my legs for a smart guy”

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  129. I’ve heard it said, and I’ve always used it, compliment a beautiful woman on her mind (but imply yours is greater) and a smart woman on her beauty (same).

    If the girl is used to being appreciated for her body, move to the mind.

    Very true AJ on the flatbillers. Those girls sigh are quite dumb. It’s an effort really to find a girl I find actually interesting past her body.

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  130. So did you get that in prison

    DA’s evil twin indeed

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  131. Regarding the third scenario, it is simple:

    1 – You do not back down. Women who think they can browbeat you into changing your opinions need to be shown that their behavior won’t work on you.

    2 – First, make fun of her for not liking the blog, preferably in a way that demonstrates my value and lowers hers. I might work a neg in here, or if I’m feeling evil, I will just flat out torpedo her.

    3 – Then I defend my own opinion, and I would do so with a twist. “I like the blog because it makes you think. I don’t always agree with what Roissy says.” Pause, and then cut her off just before she starts to speak. “Before you make any assumptions, though, the parts I disagree with are probably not the ones you are hoping for.” Then go silent and wait for her to speak.

    Thus, you refuse to bow down to her views, show her that you can think on your own, and show her that thinking on your own doesn’t mean thinking like a beta or a woman. And if she gets upset about it?

    Make fun of her for being an intolerant fascist.

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  132. on June 23, 2009 at 9:24 pm Dave from Hawaii

    Btw I’m curious-why the male handle?

    Because it’s not…

    Marcus Aureliette is a female pun on the last great Emporer of Rome, Marcus Aurelieus.

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  133. “I’m from Spain. What’s a blog?”

    u….huh?? LOL

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  134. on June 23, 2009 at 10:16 pm Cannon's Canon

    Looka here,

    Flat brims are perfectly acceptable if they meet one of three conditions:

    1. Your fitted sports the demonstrative sans-serif ‘NY’ of the New York Yankees. (instant value indicator, ESPECIALLY out of town. this does not work for other cities that are inherently inferior)

    2. You are on a first-name basis with the designer. (a fine “value” story to pull out if needed)

    3. Your fitted is truly “exotic.” (I have a white fitted from Japan with the DJ Honda logo, for example)

    I would never rock a fitted on a first “date.” For casual, day-time settings, just follow my rules.

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  135. chic noir chomped:

    See, I can’t make this stuff up folks.

    aww – we like you just fine
    making stuff up
    as usual

    don’t try
    be

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  136. 1. This attractive girl is probably not used to being stood up – she sounds like a hotshot lawyer etc. Respond with a disarming smile: “Well, you’ve been waiting four days, what’s ten more minutes?”

    2. Don’t bring up Roissy if she doesn’t. You’ll give the impression that you visit Dating tips websites – because that’s what this blog would probably come across as in a short explanation.

    3. If she mentions Roissy, there are two ways to approach the situation. If it’s early in the conversation (first few minutes), you still have time to take her down a notch with an effective neg, and coyly agreeing with some of Roissy’s views provide ample opportunity. On the other hand, if it’s late in the conversation, hopefully you’ve already deployed a neg, and it’s time to build trust. Pretend to give some credence to the feminist views she surely holds (see #1) while playfully teasing that Roissy’s observations might hold some water – this will make her think you’re a kindred spirit, provide interesting conversation, and best of all she won’t even see your amazing game coming.

    4. Own up to your blog. You’re not going to be able to be coy. Women like confidence anyways, and so you can turn it in to an opportunity to display your high market value.

    5. This is a good sign. Women who exercise a lot have a lot of physical energy that they need to release frequently. You’d better have coffee for the next morning, because you won’t be sleeping tonight.

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  137. You know who’s late more than anyone? Women.
    I feel for the men, it’s a double standard.

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  138. Here is a fun speculation: what if I’m on a date, and she mistakenly for some strange reason assumes I’m David Alexander?

    I believe it’s open knowledge that David Alexander is black. OTOH, this does remind me of the time that some railfans presumed that I was white during a chat, and was shocked when they met me and discovered that I’m black…

    Mr.David Alexander and -ehem- “Lady” Rain,I now pronounce you man and wife.David,you may now kiss the bride.

    I don’t think Lady Rain has any interest in a short, limp dicked Catholic oreo black guy. Plus, she lives in the magical candy land where the trains don’t run, and transit advocacy in PA is a fool’s game…

    DA’s evil twin indeed

    He must be dealt with. Smother him with hugs, and he shall succumb to his inner beta.

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  139. — I believe it’s open knowledge that David Alexander is black.

    It took me a while to find out you’re black when I first started reading this blog. Probably just missed the comments in which that was mentioned.

    Actually, early on, I pictured you a Geore Costanzaish character in appearance. Probably due to the similarity of your name to Jason Alexander.

    — was shocked when they met me and discovered that I’m black

    Interestingly, I know a couple of black guys who have very much your intelligence and personality type and oreoish manners and interests. One even looks a lot like you. They are all every likeable guys.

    Maybe there is a very recessive David Alexander gene that still pops up in select members of the African diaspora 🙂

    — transit advocacy

    I regularly come across people fom places like Florida or Missouri who complain about their cities not having subways and such. Now, I am generally “for” subways, but they would be ridiculously insolvent, even with subsidizing, in any metro area where workplaces aren’t concentrated and commuter corridors ae more fuzzy, right?

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  140. “I did a triathlon yesterday” she says

    ” So you’re telling me you carb loaded yesterday and you need protein today” he says

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  141. I know a couple of black guys who have very much your intelligence and personality type and oreoish manners and interests

    One is a goofy and perpetually broke but impeccably mannered ultranerd who wears an anachronistic afro and looks like Malcolm X drawn by Walt Disney on laughing gas

    One is a very nice Carribean guy beta-turned alpha who continued to be a nice guy and hates black Americans (n-bomb in every sentence when the topic comes up), insisting he’s not black. He’s the one who looks like you

    One is nuclear-level LJBF, who acts like he’s terrified of any adult male he talks to, but has a degree in a high-paying line of work

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  142. So you see, David, you are not alone. There are legions of you.

    By the way, their women:

    Goofy Malcolm X — married to the ugliest, trashiest white woman who isn’t fat that I’ve ever seen, who constantly cheats on him with rednecks. (infidelity per is Ace’s suspicions)

    Carribean guy — has a hot white girlfriend, but doesn’t consider this an interracial relationship because he doesn’t consider himself black.

    Atomic LJBF — He’s got “I ❤ Shopping" tatooed on his forehead. I know he's not gay by the yearning, tormented look in his eyes every time he talks to one of his LJBFs.

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  143. It took me a while to find out you’re black when I first started reading this blog. Probably just missed the comments in which that was mentioned.

    When I first started posting at Half Sigma, nobody knew that I was black until I openly admitted it, and the same was true at the NYC Subway message board that I visit on a daily basis.

    Actually, early on, I pictured you a Geore Costanzaish character in appearance.

    Yup. Instead, I manage a small thin frame despite sitting around all day and doing nearly no exercise. I probably should join Athena’s gym just to build some muscule…

    Now, I am generally “for” subways, but they would be ridiculously insolvent, even with subsidizing, in any metro area where workplaces aren’t concentrated and commuter corridors ae more fuzzy, right?

    Nearly every transit system in the United States requires subsidy, and the same is true for large global systems like Paris and London. The only “profits” that can be created are for contractors who operate the services and maintenance for the public transit authorities. When planning for a system, what a city may need can vary depend on density, available corridors, and metro area size, and a lot of cities plan on using their light rail networks as a tool for attracting new denser development to the selected corridors.

    Of course, I should note that there has not been a new subway system constructed in the United States since LA’s Red Line opened in the early 1990s.* Otherwise, the growh has been in light rail systems which basically replicate 75% of what a metro system can do, but with the ability to run at grade in the street instead of having to pay for somewhat expensive elevated tracks or sometimes very expensive tunnels. Commuter rail systems have gotten off the ground is various locales, but they serve a different niche entirely from light rail, and the federal government’s regulations basically scare off any hope for easy (read: European-style) operating practices. Sadly, the federal government is least likely to fund streetcar** networks which function like light rail, but without the expensive infrastructure and long construction time. The vehicles are smaller and cheaper, there’s no need for expensive signalling that replicates WMATA’s ATS & ATP, the trackage is “lighter” and easier to construct, and the stations are much smaller and take up less room. Sadly, this cost effective option has been planned to complement WMATA Metrorail, but apparently there isn’t the funding and will to build it at the federal and municipal level.

    So in short, I’d support light rail and streetcar in as many places as possible, but cities should determine if they’re looking for a simple downtown circulator, a regional connection, or a poorman’s WMATA, and ensure that the goals of promoting downtown growth are reasonable (and sustainable with economic growth) and in line with ensuring functional transit for the residents.

    *Well, if you’re bored, there’ San Juan, Puerto Rico’s one line wonder from 2004…

    **Think of the trams back home in Poland, but well-funded and maintained. Light-rail systems compare with the German Stadtbahns in Cologne or Suttgart.

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  144. on June 23, 2009 at 11:35 pm Marcus Aureliette

    Woman are like roaches there will always be more.

    gregi, you’ve already got all the women in, like, an 800-mile radius of where you are — how many do you want?! 😀

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  145. “You’re late” – she says

    “Stand up let me look at you” – he says “Turn around honey I want to take the stick out of your ass.” and he grins the magic grin designed to melt her heart and dissolve her panties.

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  146. aoefe

    That is pretty good
    .
    .
    .
    .
    for a chick.

    I can just see some guy trying cocky game on you, and you saying: “No, what you should have said is…”

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  147. Pretty good?? Face it if I were a man here, both of those comments would be fricken hilarious…!!! 🙂

    I’l have to settle for pretty good.

    And no I’m fairly easy to game inspite of reading here. sigh…

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  148. on June 23, 2009 at 11:40 pm Gunslingergregi

    all offff tthhhhheeemmmmmmmm that pass the tests

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  149. hi chic! 🙂 *sheepish grin

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  150. aoefe opined:

    Face it if I were a man here, both of those comments would be fricken hilarious

    Yeah, but if any chick used a line (needing protein) like that on me I would be very afraid.

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  151. @default

    It was the guy using the line…duh…. (ok not calling you dumb sweetie!! heh)

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  152. “Light-rail systems compare with the German Stadtbahns in Cologne or Suttgart.”

    @DA —

    Actually the Germans have had this for a long time, in distinguishing between the U-Bahn (subway) and the S-Bahn (above ground service more suburban oriented, but stopping at a few key places). The question is do we need U-Bahns any longer, or just better S-Bahns.

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  153. @default

    And besides what’s wrong with a protein rich diet?
    *bats eyes innocently

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  154. Protein is good for you.

    [And yes I understood the line was meant for the guy.]
    [We all know that chicks prefer dumb jocks to smart guys so I will let that “dumb” comment pass]

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  155. aoefe is a man-she. ;]

    Just kidding.

    I don’t even know what to say in any of these scenarios. Seriously, in the first scenario, I’d respond,”Do you always get bent out of shape that easily?”

    I don’t even think that would be a good thing to say.

    Actually, I’m not going to bother with this.

    /useless comment

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  156. @default

    she says “So big jock how is your protein shaking?”

    A little strong for girl come-on eh?

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  157. @mandy

    You’re too innocent to think that way yet, give it some alpha time.

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  158. Re: Novaseeker

    While the Germans have U-bahns and S-Bahn networks, light rail networks are effectively the “Stadtbahns” which take the principles of U-Bahns and apply them to the streetcar network with upgrades to trackage, stations, and the addition of tunnels and private-right of way to ensure higher speeds and greater capacity. My railfan buddy did a summer semester abroad in Germany, and he came back advocating for the streetcar + S-Bahn style network for major American cities in lieu of the light rail/Stadtbahn approach, and I find his arguments somewhat compelling. The only problem is that unless we go with the BART approach of building a segregated network, we would need to lobby the federal government for WMATA-esque or European-style rolling stock for mainline railroads, and that’s highly unlikely at this point due to a general philosophy against that at the Federal Railroad Administration.

    Regardless, thanks to light rail/stadtbahn, U-Bahns just aren’t needed since their capacity is easily matched in most cases by light rail.

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  159. @aoefe: I spontaneously have my moments.

    Once someone I didn’t really like (and had made it clear) kept coming on to me. The line,”Hey, I like chemistry, let’s exchange body fluids and see how they react,” was the last straw on the camel’s back.

    I responded,”Hey, I like physics! Let’s measure the velocity of my fist traveling to your face.”

    It was an empty threat but at least he left me alone.

    It takes a lot to get me angry. I kind of felt bad about it afterwards.

    But yeah, I don’t have experience flirting, or rather, I can’t come up with good things a man would say. Primarily because I’m not a man. Supposedly I flirt without noticing it.

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  160. One is a very nice Carribean guy beta-turned alpha who continued to be a nice guy and hates black Americans (n-bomb in every sentence when the topic comes up), insisting he’s not black.

    It’s an interesting issue for some Caribbeans. Some of us cling to the idea of being black, but not African American due to having our own culture and “homeland”, while other Caribbeans immediately feel solidarity with African-Americans. Some see black people complaining about racism and poor schools in their communities, and feel that those allegations are silly given that these schools are leagues better than the schools in their respective Caribbean nations which in some cases are one room shacks or simply hastily constructed multi-room buildings in stifling heat. Their view is that if they can learn while being hungry in a humid somewhat tropical environment, then they can learn in their “spoiled” paradise.

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  161. @ mandy with the Big M

    “I can’t come up with good things a man would say. ”

    Humour is not everyone’s bag, don’t sweat it.

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  162. Supposedly I flirt without noticing it.

    el natural

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  163. aoefe

    I have no come back. You win. I guess I need to get some sleep to build up my protein levels.

    @Mandy
    Girl flirt:
    – Smile
    – Toss hair
    repeat as needed.
    [face punching optional]

    For other ideas watch aoefe, she knows what she is doing.

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  164. Mandy worried that:

    “I can’t come up with good things a man would say.
    OK
    “Primarily because I’m not a man.”
    Problem solved.

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  165. default I have no come back. You win. I guess I need to get some sleep to build up my protein levels

    *gives default the side eye*

    *mumbles under breath*
    Yea because your protein levels were drained in the e-room.

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  166. @mandy

    Sweets, you’re cute, don’t fight it. What you got to do is put yourself into the situation. What would you find attractive and inspiring from the mouth of a man? That’s what I do, I picture myself in the scenario – no thinking like a man required honey.

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  167. 1. “You’re kinda cute when you’re angry. Rough day huh?” (then lead into a conversation)

    2. I’d bring it up and either make fun of her if she doesn’t know about it. If she does, I’d gauge her reaction and play from that. Tease her from she doesn’t like Roissy. Tease her if she does.

    3. “Oh no! We’d never get along. He’s like my childhood hero. I guess we can just be friends”

    4. “Yes I do, and I hope I’m one of the ones you hate. It’s always more fun when I meet someone like that.”

    5. I’d proceed with haste getting this fit and slender girl pull my version of the triathlon if you know what I mean.

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  168. @default

    You make me smile, you really do. 🙂

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  169. chic noir noted:
    “Yea because your protein levels were drained in the e-room.”

    🙂

    And I have no answer for that either. Your girls are on fire tonight. Time to make as graceful an exit as I can.

    *smiles confidently*
    *strides into sunset* [at this hour? = poetic license]
    *girls stare and sigh as Default leaves*

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  170. @default

    “You girls are on fire tonight”

    Are you saying I’m hot? Cuz I’m a pretty girl and you were supposed to say I’m smart!! You know all reverse psychology and stuff.

    *watches the broad shoulders of her man walk into the sunset (created for poetic license)
    *links arms with chic and they sigh together

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  171. Default is made of awesome.

    And so is aoefe.

    How is aoefe pronounced?

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  172. @mandy

    EeeFah – thanks for asking! 🙂

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  173. “Are you always late for dates?”
    Response: “Almost. Now my turn: How many dates have you had in the last month?”

    “you wonder about bringing up your Roissy fandom,”
    You shut your trap. First rule of Fight Club and all that….

    “You mull in the mind whether [what’s the literary term for that again? analogy?]”
    You keep your trap shut, still. Just listen. Really listen. And look right at her, saying nothing. Eventually intense listening will force her to edit or monitor herself, and get to a real complaint or thought. Don’t stake out a fandom position, or let her put you in one. Let her suffer from not knowing your position.

    “Then she asks you if you write a blog.”
    Yes. I do. Which ones do you really hate?

    “She also mentions she ran a triathlon the day before.”
    Meet any nice guys?

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  174. In response to #1:

    “I’m only late to about 23% of my dates,” said with a big smile.

    In response to #2:

    I bring up Roissy because it lets me transition into Style-type evolutionary biology talk, which naturally evokes sexually tension.

    #3

    Admit fandom, emphasize evolutionary biology, talk about alpha v. beta. You get her feminine nature in her cortex and suddenly you can play with her base emotions in a very straight forward manner.

    #4

    You tell her you write a prominent one. Then you make her guess for awhile. You tell her your blog. Women like status. Blogs are status in DC. Sad, but true.

    To the triathlon:

    “Did you get a gold medal in exercise?”–Kenny Powers

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  175. “How is aoefe pronounced?”

    I think the Gaelic is pronounced something like: EE-fuh.

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  176. @nova

    Exactly what I said. Eee is EE see? Did I over ee again?

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  177. aoefe, are you Irish?

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  178. Don’t I look lucky?

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  179. Will you be my four-leaf clover? :3

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  180. @mandy

    I rub off on good people, you seem like one of those. Wait! Was that a double entendre??

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  181. Having now read the comments, I would like to adopt Roosh’s response to #1 and Lance’s response to #4.

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  182. aoefe said

    I rub off on good people, you seem like one of those. Wait! Was that a double entendre??

    You might appreciate this.

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  183. No, aeofe, it didn’t have a double meaning.

    [gchat is your friend]

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  184. Best answer for #1 :

    “I didn’t think you would miss me THAT quickly…”

    Very alpha :

    For the rest, I would just change the subject, EXCEPT if talking about Game allows you to weave in a lot of themes about seduction, arousal, etc. i.e. only do this when you are in the ‘Seduce’ phase of MM, and are getting closer to the 7-hour mark.

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  185. @mandy

    “No, aeofe, it didn’t have a double meaning”

    Are you sure bout that cuz I looked up double entendre on wiki and it said the following:

    “A double entendre is a figure of speech in which a spoken phrase is intended to be understood in either of two ways. In most cases, the first meaning is straightforward, while the second meaning is less so; often risqué, inappropriate, or ironic.”

    And I thought it was kinda leaning towards risqué and I think you thought it inappropriate, so ya I think it might have met the criteria.

    I’m going off into the sunset with default now – e-stalking him, but he likes it. later.

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  186. Ok, Roissy, I get the point I’ll be on topic. >.>’

    Tood- I think your #1 is the best too. I’ve looked at a few others that are okay; some are too goofy, (I’m late to 23% of my dates! uh…what), others are too aggressive (like cz’s). Although aggressivity might work with an amazon chick.

    I don’t think any of those responses failed though. Who knows, we’ll find out from the master himself tomorrow.

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  187. Way too easy…

    1. Ignore question by switching topics. Or say “Maybe” and then switch to an interesting story. Don’t ever say Yes or No and try to explain yourself. This is a test and getting defensive is an automatic win for her.

    2. Deny all knowledge of Rossy, why would you even mention it? Most girls hate guys who have no real game and will think that you need advice to get laid which is very beta.

    3. Repeat 2 girls hate fake people so reading blogs on game is a turnoff, since she will assume you are reading from a script and have no real game. Pretend to agree with her. Leave a note saying “You have just slept with a student of Rossy” the next morning.

    4. If you don’t have a blog just say so.. blogs take time and only people with a lot of free time or losers write blogs. Say you have better things to do like snorting coke off a stripper, sky divining or going hunting. Pretend to be interested in her blog if she has one…

    5. Say she has nice legs and that you love girls who take care of themselves. Get ready for back to back love making by popping blue pills.

    More advanced stuff please this is newb shit.

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  188. @ Fenton

    “Well, you’ve been waiting four days, what’s ten more minutes?”

    Nice!

    @ maurice

    What prep company are you an instructor for? I gotta admit, I’m curious.

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  189. on June 24, 2009 at 3:42 am Epoxytocin No. 87

    #1:
    Simply ignore this, as though you heard nothing. Carry on conversation as usual. Make her laugh.
    This is totally a case of your frame vs. her frame. If you acknowledge her at all, you lose.

    If she mentions it again:
    “Hey, you … look kinda like my first love. We had to clean up the playground together in first grade, since we were both about 10 minutes late to school that day.
    (pause)
    Hey … Whoa”

    If she mentions it again, and she’s too serious about it:
    Walk out.

    #2:
    I don’t think of this as a “DC blog”. I might not even make the connection.

    If this is a random PU, it’s better to let her talk, and then chime in with “interests” that are uncannily congruent to hers (although not in a girly sort of way).

    #3:
    “Oh yeah? What really rattles your chain the most about this roy-see dude?”

    For now, stay on the sly with your fandom. This way you can
    (1) discover the extent of her bitch / entitlement / delusion quotient;
    (2) gauge her drama quotient (i.e., tendency to skew things to suit her own perspective). Since you know the actual content of the posts – but she doesn’t know you know** – you can make this comparison.

    After you’ve calibrated everything, a lil later, hit her with a surprise reference to one of the particularly juicy comments to rattle her cage.

    #4

    Look at her with a smile that seems half sarcastic, half serious, and another half sarcastic. (Yes, those fractions work.)

    “You’re probably familiar with my work.”

    Or:

    “What’s a bog?”
    Heh.

    #5:
    I’d make small talk about the first (and last) time I tried a triathlon. That burn from jumping off the bike and starting to run (a “brick”).

    Then describe other, related feelings, always in ways that are sexually suggestive.

    Mention the exhilaration, the sweat, the exhaustion. “There’s nothing like that smell of sweat from your shoulders.” (hint to the clueless: think about when your face would be right next to someone’s shoulder)

    Talk about how she likes to relax after a long, hard workout. “When you’ve just been going at it, it’s nice to just lie flat on your back, spread eagle, stare at the ceiling, and zone out for a while while you catch your breath.”

    **It’s a game of incomplete information for her, but of complete information for you.
    Hi maurice!

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  190. “You pause. She’s reacting to your lack of punctuality worse than most women.

    What do you do?”

    I do the following: I say “Hey, you’re not going to make a drama over it, are you?” And then I find an excuse that sounds like I don’t actually care like “My mom asked me to give her a last kiss” or, “I’ve seen my pal x in the way to here”.
    After some minutes I’d say: “You’re lucky I didn’t arrive too late”.

    “thinking the wealth of topics about sex and social dynamics written by your Infallible Lord, Master, and Philosophical Heir to the Divine Right of Kings would provide much fodder for rapport building and sexual future pacing.

    What do you do?”

    I SHUT THE FUCK UP and don’t say a word about it. I’m supposed to be a Natural, no?

    “by opposing or denying thricely Disciple Peter-like the ugly truths Roissy tells the world end any chance of the date imploding in your face like an overmicrowaved burrito.

    What do you do?”

    I gently try to defend Roissy, exploring the girl’s contradictios, defending my integrity and good intentions, and maintaining the conversation in a “erotic” frame. Trying to reach agreement (rapport) in the end.
    Roissy is a good hook point, I think.

    “Then she asks you if you write a blog.

    What do you say?”

    I say “why? Do you think I have the profile to do it? What would I blog on?”

    “She also mentions she ran a triathlon the day before.

    Now what do you do?”

    Once I’m not an homossexual I’d say “really? That’s awessome! Now, I have a problem at home, my mom needs me arround. Got to go. Bye. Nice conversation though.”

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  191. on June 24, 2009 at 7:28 am Keep a Movin´Dan

    (1) Say, “Yeah. I used to be anal about being on time, but then I was always the one waiting for people. And I´m always an hour late for parties.”

    (2) Do not mention Roissy.

    (3) Say, “oh yeah, I read that blog,” ask questions, get her going, then slowly, deliberately poke holes in what she says until she changes the topic in frustration. But also give a slightly mixed review, so she understands why you are cooler than Roissy.

    (4) Say, “I´m Roissy,” then do (3), minus mixed review.

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  192. on June 24, 2009 at 7:32 am Keep a Movin´Dan

    Oh, forgot (5). Ask “did you do well?” If she´s bragging about running a triathalon, there´s a good chance her performance won´t be something to brag about.

    (3) and (4) should be done with a laugh, (5) done with a tinge of skepticism.

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  193. on June 24, 2009 at 7:37 am Dr. Feelgood

    I would say that I was 10 minutes early for my last date, and I just wanted to even things out.

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  194. on June 24, 2009 at 7:43 am Epoxytocin No. 87

    (1) Say, “Yeah. I used to be anal about being on time, but then I was always the one waiting for people. And I´m always an hour late for parties.”

    NO.

    If you say ANYTHING that resembles a serious justification of your actions, she will see you as supplicating to her. Game over. She just NEXTed you.

    On the other hand, non-serious “justifications”, such as “I was busy clawing my way out of a burning building with 4 babies in my arms”, are fine, especially if you are good at deadpan.

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  195. anotanother try:

    “You’re ten minutes late.”

    “I don’t *feel* tardy.”

    She doesn’t laugh. “Are you always late for dates?”

    “I let you leave 10 minutes before me to make things even”

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  196. @aeofe, default, mandy, chic – quite an enjoyable e-exchange there. default is da man – slyly assembling an e-harem with his low-key comic persona – props!

    @LILGRL- see, if i told you that, you could pretty quickly find out my Secret Identity. it’s a pretty small company, so you may not have heard of it anyway … i actually enjoy teaching, more than i thought i would. in my everyday job, there’s nothing quite like it; so i enjoy getting to know the stidents, their goals, and customizing my instruction to their needs.

    @epoxy – ? some reference to me re triathlon or incomplete info? i missed the connection.

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  197. She ran a triathlon –

    Ask – did you qualify for worlds?

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  198. (#2 and #3 sound just like beta filters.)

    1. Her: She doesn’t laugh. “Are you always late for dates?”

    What do you say?

    Are you always early for dates? Besides, where is my drink.

    2. Your date mentions she reads local DC blogs and likes most of them. and you wonder about bringing up your Roissy fandom…

    What do you say?

    Why are you even listening to what she’s saying? Take over the conversation and talk about what you want to talk about.

    3. Same as above, except this time, your date mentions she has read Roissy and hates him.

    What do you say?

    Easy: you read Roissy? You are such a whore. Move on.

    4. You are me. You are on the date with the girl from the above story and have been talking with her about the book you are writing… Then she asks you if you write a blog.

    What do you say?

    Blog? Which part of I’m writing a book you don’t get?

    5. She also mentions she ran a triathlon the day before.

    What do you say?
    Perfect. You are a whore who thinks blogs are books and are keeps in good shape. It’s too bad you are too tall, otherwise I’d take you home now.

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  199. I don’t suppose #1 would be a good time to pull out the “I am never late, nor am I early. I arrive precisely when I mean to” line.

    I’ll just go ahead and give myself a D- for that one.

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  200. aoefe

    @mandy

    You’re too innocent to think that way yet, give it some alpha time.

    psh -you’ve already had your fun at being jaded. don’t intrude on mandy’s big moment.

    Her training is almost complete. My work is almost done here

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  201. @ Maurice

    “it’s a pretty small company, so you may not have heard of it anyway”

    Interesting…I worked for a pretty small company too, so I was wondering if maybe we had more connexions than previously thought. Of course, while my company was small, I’m sure you’ve heard of us…because we’re the best. What was your score? Maybe you should come work for us.

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  202. Completely off-topic.

    But if there was any doubt that the objective market value of 6 or below being utterly nil, here is the latest report from the market:

    The Frito Lay (pun intended)

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  203. @LILGRL – 760, wharton grad. if i tell you the company, you’ll be able to figure out who i am from the website. there are only a handful of instructors. don’t i get to keep my Secret Identity? your betrothed isn’t necessarily the only superhero out there, you know … 😉

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  204. @El Guapo:

    That turned from funny to kind of disgusting when I saw her picture.

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  205. on June 24, 2009 at 11:51 am Gunslingergregi

    Go to show always carry a box of frito lay chips. Never know what could happen.

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  206. The anon comment was me.

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  207. This is completely unrelated but nevertheless interesting: The groom was supposedly married by proxy a year ago. Now the bride wants a divorce, i.e., to divide up the marital assets, while the groom contends that there never was a marriage in the first place.

    What’s interesting is that you’d think the person who made the proxy arrangement and the one who now insists on divorce would have to put to rest suspicions that she had ulterior motives. But the bride here reframes the conversation and makes the groom the culprit: “She says he wants an annulment merely to avoid divorce fees and sharing joint property from their 10-year love affair.”

    http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/local/orl-locmarried-and-did-not-know-062062309jun23,0,1206023.story

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  208. I’d openly admit to reading roissy enthusiastically. I’d tell the woman that whatever she thought of it, the blog is an excellent example of how to build a community online, and has great potential for monetization.

    Here in Seattle, girls definitely perk up whenever they hear any combination of “online” and “money” (Seattle game, pathetic as it is, consists of being able to convince a woman that you make a lot of money through tech). As for my own blog, I don’t have enough readers to brag about it yet. But to be honest, I never intended it to be anything more than a personal site to practice my CSS and XHTML and post occasional whimsical pieces.

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  209. Your blog focuses on quality rather than quantity, Welmer.

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  210. on June 24, 2009 at 12:53 pm FormerlyOmegaBeta

    I think I would fail any tests of game, but anyway, I think on #1, any humorous response (unless it was so funny it cracked her up) and any agressive response also, would put her off — which is what omegas NEVER want to do. I like the response someone gave of “Maybe.”

    As for the Triathlon, I think she’s trying to impress, and so would ask her questions so she could brag further.

    But really, the rough beginning and the triathlon would both trigger my man-in-a-woman’s body alarm and I’d just want to bring the date to an end as quickly as possible.

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  211. Pupu openly admits reading Roissy enthusiastically as well.

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  212. LILGRL

    @ maurice

    What prep company are you an instructor for? I gotta admit, I’m curious.

    watch out for him – he’ll buy up all your plaid skirts – and thick white socks.

    no questions asked

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  213. @FP – heh. no schoolgirl fetish here – unless the students have a thing for their teachers, in which case who am I to deny them a deper education…? 😉

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  214. (sorry, dEEper…)

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  215. @Firepower –” psh -you’ve already had your fun at being jaded. don’t intrude on mandy’s big moment. Her training is almost complete. My work is almost done here.”

    Ooops – sorry – let me watch you work your magic – no more intrusions…tell Mandy i can’t talk to her anymore will ya?

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  216. @ maurice

    haha, alright, alright. you are good enough to work for our company though — you should, because we’re better and we pay more. SRSLY! unless you already work for our company…in which case…i’ll see you this weekend…heh

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  217. @LILGRL – but you did not identify your company – so how am I to know about it, or apply, or compare rates? also you’re in SF and i’m in DC, so no overlap. i do teach this weekend on the web, though. veritas, maybe? that’s more mid-size than small…

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  218. Conspiracy Theorist Extraordinaire exposing the truth.

    Okay here’s the poop/scoop

    Maurice and Lilgirl are getting hitched.

    She says her guy posts here didn’t she?
    She says her guy is a teacher – doesn’t Maurice say he’s an instructor?
    She says her guy is a superhero at night, didn’t Maurice say he’s a superhero? I mean really how many superhero’s can there be??
    Didn’t he say his ‘wife’ is younger?

    Huh huh?? SRSLY

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  219. Maurice is local though aoefe. He’s a DCer.

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  220. @ maurice

    No, not Veritas, Veritas is stupid. I guess we’re more mid-sized than small, if you think Veritas is mid-sized…though we’re smaller than Veritas…I think…I mean…but yeah…we’re the leading, most awesomest company in the industry. FOR SRS!

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  221. aoefe

    Maurice and Lilgirl are getting hitched.

    She says her guy is a teacher – doesn’t Maurice say he’s an instructor?

    she obviously doesn’t understand english. you’re only supposed to fuck them for an A – not marry them.

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  222. @ aoefe

    Nice try! Too many holes though — you know too much about maurice and I. My boyfriend is more likely Firepower, whom you know nothing about.

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  223. flattering tho’ it may be to be compared to Awesome 1E-y.o.- superhero Hex Dude, I am not he. also, we’re both teachers, not pupils … and fucking a GMAT prep teacher won’t actually help you on the GMAT, ’cause you have to take that exam yourself. (not that’s it’s such a horrible idea…)

    also … “about Maurice and ME” (*gets one sentence correction problem wrong*)

    @FP – see, your sharp satire and cryptic haikus make more of an impression than any of my earnest blather. truly superhero-like.

    although LILGRL’s fiance does post here under some nom de web… so he’s someone whose comments we probably read every day … hmm… epoxy87 maybe?

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  224. @LILGIRL

    Is it AJ? He’s just funnin wit ya, pretending he doesn’t like you and stuff? 😉

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  225. so roissy what’s the judgment on our answers?

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  226. @ maurice

    “also … “about Maurice and ME” (*gets one sentence correction problem wrong*)”

    SEXY!

    @ aoefe

    A.J. does enjoy me, doesn’t he?

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  227. there’s a geek DHV for you. SRSLY

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  228. @ maurice

    Yeah, that was hot.

    I think I know what company you work for (you gave away too much)…and you should work for our company…because we’re better. We have classes in DC, too. Hint: we’re like your company, except your company wishes it were us.

    Unless I’m wrong.

    SRSLY, though, I’m not going to give away the boyfriend game quite yet (though I’m sure I could go out and say it, and none of ya’ll would believe me anyway), but most of you perceptive peoples should already know.

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  229. @LILGIRL

    Gunslingergregi?? 🙂

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  230. on June 24, 2009 at 4:27 pm Gunslingergregi

    Might be the g man now that would be some wild shit

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  231. on June 24, 2009 at 4:28 pm Gunslingergregi

    California no doubt abooutt it calliifoorniaa

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  232. on June 24, 2009 at 4:39 pm Gunslingergregi

    Maurice look above your last post he he he

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  233. @ Gunslingergregi

    I do love the G…but he’s got no time for me, he’s busy swoopin’.

    @ maurice

    I will not reveal your Secret Identity — I feel ya.

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  234. concerning reading Roissy, it is simple.

    – if a woman reads it, it is good. She knows about the drop in her value as she ages, she knows that to keep a man she must make sex even if she is not wanting it as bad as him and so on

    – if a men reads it, it is bad. you must hide it. until she is completely inlove.

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  235. “she knows that to keep a man she must make sex even if she is not wanting it as bad as him”


    😦

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  236. 1. My honest reaction: “I don’t fucking need this.” And I Leave. Because I really don’t fucking need this.

    So let’s say the above never happened.

    On to the next thing:

    2. I simply state what blogs I read. I’ll include Roissy since I read Roissy. If asked why, I respond honestly: “He writes well, has interesting things to say, and otherwise he’s a harmless enough little douchebag.”

    3. “Hate’s an overly strong emotion to feel for the man. Tell me why you hate him.”

    It’s actually a good test of her. Does she hate Roissy for the right reasons or the wrong reasons? It’s a strike against her that she feels such strong emotion over Roissy. Quality women wouldn’t feel much about him either way.

    4. This requires me to pretend to be Roissy, which is beneath me.

    5. I ask, “A full Ironman triathlon, or one of those little Triathlons?”

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  237. “You arrogant stupid wench. I was going to stay out of the fray but it’s not humanly possible to be so cretinous.

    Being late 10 minutes is NOT a sign of lack of respect. 30 minutes without calling you to let you know is lack of respect.

    In the vast majority of cases it is an accident of traffic, finding parking and the fact that some of us have lives infinitely more complex than your existence.”

    This ignores the fact that Roissy is ten minutes late for dates on purpose.

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  238. on June 25, 2009 at 3:23 am Epoxytocin No. 87

    @FP – heh. no schoolgirl fetish here

    Lie.

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  239. on June 25, 2009 at 9:04 am Gunslingergregi

    Raine,

    That is the funny part about american woman. It is ok to work 12 to 13 hours for a company and be its slave. It is not ok (not just not ok but repulsive to spend that much work on your man). That is a tragedy.

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  240. […] June 25, 2009 by roissy Here is how I responded (or would respond) to the game challenges I posed in Tuesday’s post. […]

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  241. Poetry

    “Are you always this anal about a guy being ten minutes late? bitch bitch bitch…

    Nope. Pa got it right. You set the frame. What she says is irrelevant if it has impact on your frame. If you are not concerned about being late, her concern is of no concern. Register it, and move on. You set the frame. That it is not important to you becomes the fact of what is important to the social situation.

    If she allows you to ignore it as if she said nothing, your frame was set.

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  242. what she says is irrelevant if it has no impact on your frame.

    None of her words matter much at all. If you bark at a barking dog to stop barking, all you teach the dog is that barking is meaningful social discourse. Negative reinforcement is not for trivial stuff.

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  243. @Gunslingergregi:

    That is so true. I had a friend who is constantly chastised for spending so much time with her boyfriend and always thinking up new ways to surprise him. Thing is, they’re both VERY happy. Why would anyone criticize that?

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  244. on June 25, 2009 at 3:47 pm Gunslingergregi

    So it is acceptable for woman to take orders from bosses at work?

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  245. […] it’s likely I have unconsciously swiped Roissy’s “Test Of Your Game” feature and repackaged it into a “Thought Experiment.” I swear it seemed […]

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  246. @JM

    I doubt the average DC chick is familiar with Roissy.
    I’ve mentioned this blog several times and I get blank stares
    from chicks.
    I want to connect over it because I think chicks who read it probably have a more open view of things.
    They may not agree but at least they give a shit what men are thinking.

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  247. Slaving for a man gets you nothing except a pat on the back. I don’t need pats on the back, I need bills in my pocket!

    Maybe you ought to start charging those bikers you bring home, instead of letting them bend you over the kitchen table, grunt out their lust, pat you on the back and then leave.

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  248. sveik:
    I doubt the average DC chick is familiar with Roissy.
    I’ve mentioned this blog several times and I get blank stares
    from chicks.

    phew! last thing i need is the headache of chicks flaking on me because they find out who i am.

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  249. Well, Roissy was mentioned (along with Tucker Max) in some crap DC paper as pig of the week. So…get ready for some mad blog money, mad book money, and vaporous movie money

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  250. on June 26, 2009 at 8:09 pm Willard Libby

    This one’s for whiskey:

    He’s 56 and she’s 21.

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  251. on June 27, 2009 at 2:58 pm Gunslingergregi

    Woman need to respect and obey the man in a relationship at least as much as the boss at work this is where it is getting all fucked up.

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  252. @Gunslinger:

    LadyRaine has a child now. There are different priorities. LIKE FEEDING HER KID.

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  253. on June 30, 2009 at 7:13 pm Gunslingergregi

    Mandy really you know what you are brainwashed if your thinking like that. Using “””kid””’ as a battle cry for why everything they just said is correct. To justifiy whatever you want to justify as for the children.

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  254. on June 30, 2009 at 7:15 pm Gunslingergregi

    Her priorities were loving her boss and work that told her what to do every day and not loving her man and father of her ””kid”” who may have slapped her boo fucking hooo.

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  255. 1) “Sorry, the last girl just kept talking and talking… “

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  256. on April 15, 2011 at 10:56 pm Black Messiah

    ^ brilliant!

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