Stealing Bait From Women Fishing For Compliments

Fishing for compliments is mostly a woman thing. ON AVERAGE, of course, ON AVERAGE. Men rarely engage in the activity; even very insecure men are loathe to fish for compliments. It’s such a transparently unmanly endeavor that the noodliest manboobs wince at the thought of begging like a chick for self-esteem boosts.

The kinds of women who make it obvious that they are fishing for compliments generally fall in three main camps:

1. Hot babes who live and die by continual positive feedback on either their beauty (from aloof men they like) or their personality/smarts (from women and men who only recognize them for their beauty.)

2. Aging beauties who need reassurances in the face of their impending expiration.

3. Women in relationships who are feeling anxiety that their men are losing interest in them.

There are plenty of other types, but these three predominate. A once-hot woman nearing 35, in an unmarried relationship with an alpha male with options who checks out other women all the time, is the equivalent of fishing for sharks in a backyard pool with chunks of seal flesh as bait. She is a fisher of flattery.

Knowing this, you can capitalize on this natural womanly compulsion for your own benefit. (You can also make yourself less attractive.)

The beta male spies a woman fishing for a compliment, and he frantically chomps down, happily letting himself be reeled into the boat. She catches him, sees what a runty specimen he is, and uses him as bait to catch bigger fish. The beta male feels the hook dig deep into his side and wonders why he is suffering such torment for giving the fisher of flattery what she wanted.

The alpha male spies a woman fishing for flattery, and he circles the bait, taking small nibbles from it without ever biting down on the hook. She tries to reel him in, but he is elusive. She now wants this fish so badly she dumps the whole bucket of beta fish chum in the water hoping to lure him closer to the boat where she can net him. But he is slippery, and toys with her by gleefully breaching the water just out of her reach.

You, the reader, would like to know how to nibble at a woman fishing for compliments that does not result in your demise or her abandoning the water to fish another day. There is no one way to successfully dance with a woman seeking approval via utilization of a plump, poisoned enticement, but there are easily-remembered short cuts. One which has worked for me over the years is a simple one-word response:

“Sure.”

As in:

Woman Being Womanly: “Don’t you think this skirt is a cute look on me?”

Mischievous Fishie: “Sure.”

Or:

Woman Being Womanly: “I bet I could make you forget about her.”

Mischievous Fishie: “Sure.”

Or:

Womanly Being Womanly: “I’m the best you’ll ever get.”

Mischievous Fishie: “Sure.”

The key here is the tone of your voice; neither sarcastic nor earnest. You want that “sure” to sound closer to an ambiguously sincere reflection bordering on a taunt, slightly higher pitched, and girded with a hint of joviality.

You want her wondering what it is you’re thinking. She has dropped bait, and she’s not quite sure you’re on the hook. But neither is she sure you’ve raced away from her hook.

This works because women love two characteristics about men: unpredictability and ambiguity. The woman who can’t readily predict or decipher your reaction, or the meaning of your words, is the woman who will make her desire more predictable and less ambiguous to you. She does not want your hostility or your sycophancy, both of which are as predictable as sunrises. She wants your mystery.





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  1. ‘Maybe’ works quite well also

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    • “Maybe” is one of my favorites, too. “Sure” has also been a reflexive response. “Perhaps” also works.

      All have a lot more punch when delivered with a saucy smirk.

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      • on November 26, 2012 at 5:04 pm Days of Broken Arrows

        No, “Really” is the ultimate response because if you inflect it right it’s both sarcastic and serious. When they go into a tizzy and question you, you can always say “I just said ‘really,'” which sends even more mixed messages.

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      • This is true, but “really” has been co-opted extensively by the SWPL hipster phase, and it’s often used in an incredibly annoying way.

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      • hahaha, my wife could go crazy if I said “sure” or “perhaps” or “maybe”! i’m gonna try this out though cuz so far when she fishes i don’t say anything and then an argument starts.

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    • I rely on the ever-ambiguous “mm.”

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    • my new one is:

      Oh. with punctuation.

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  2. on November 26, 2012 at 2:49 pm cares too much

    How do you stay out of your head when you’re with a group of people at a bar or with your gf.

    Its burning me out mentally. doesn’t happen all the time, but when it does, and i stay in my head, and not live in the moment, I stutter, fidget, while conciously knowing what I’m doing and belittiling myself for it. its distressing when your gf is a social butterfly who laughs with most other alpha males, though rarely with you – because when im in my head, I’m a bore with little game and zero humour.

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    • I’m not sure if I’m qualified to give you advice on it but imagine if you went out all the time and were put in far more intimidating situations where YOU were the social butterfly. (ie going to a packed dubstep concert with your crew and actually having a good time

      Going out to the bar with your gf and her crew would seem like second nature to you. Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even sweat it.

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    • “How do you stay out of your head when you’re with a group of people at a bar or with your gf (sic) ?”

      Simple: feel. Feel your body. Feel your gut. Use your breath–long, deep, slow breaths that puff out your chest. Feel your physical power. Feel the strength in your posture, in your legs, back, arms, abs, and chest. Move with purpose.

      Feel the tension in your face. Use your breath to relax your face. Make sure you’re not scrunching up your face, and that your facial expression is one of implacable masculine power, of total and complete amused mastery. The TL;DR here is: focus on the breath.

      Long before I ever learned game, my younger brother told me something that always gave me massive confidence, or the ability to bluff it: “Play as if you’re holding all aces.”

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    • Sounds like you don’t like hanging out in those venues. So stop hanging out in those venues. Boredom causes us to retreat into such things. When you are enjoying yourself, you don’t get anxious; you are too busy enjoying yourself.

      If you find yourself stuck there, and not enjoying yourself, leave.

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      • on November 27, 2012 at 12:06 pm anonymous does not forgive

        And when the only venues you DO enjoy are such target rich environments as comic book shops, wargame conventions, and the midnight showing of The Hobbit, what then?

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      • I’m a bodybuilfer with a 9 gf. Sometimes I run into social anixety, and am not the most extroverted when in group situation at clubs.

        lol the hell is a wargame convention

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  3. Word.

    Last week I went over to the apartment of this girl I’m seeing and she cooked me dinner. She fretted over the desert and whether the main meal was hot enough or not. Basically it was endless compliment fishing on her part and thanks to The Chateau I was able to realize this and avoid supplicating.

    I used this line on her when she asked me whether I liked it or not.

    “A for effort, A- for execution”

    I said it with a smirk and then I changed the subject. Truth be told the food was pretty decent but I was annoyed at how much she yearned for a compliment while I was trying to eat. Sure I could have done a line similar to the (“Do I look fat in this dress?” “No, you look HUUGGE”) by fake spitting up my food and saying I have been poisoned but I was lazy and wanted to try this out. She was seeking my approval on the food the rest of the night and gushed when I eventually told her that it was good.

    I need to try out the line more.

    *Do I look good in this dress?*
    “A for effort” (and then maybe say “A- for execution” because a strand of hair was standing up in the back of her head. Or pick out the smallest, trivial detail to bust her on).

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  4. needy men fish for compliments by giving them away

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    • once had a beta ex that fished for compliments. He would make statements like “babe, do you think I have a small dick?”and I was always like “um…no, its big babe”…..thing is, it was not small and he knew this but wanted my compliment!….so bizarre), also when dressing up to go out, HE would be the one asking me things like “babe, is this sweater okay?” “does this jeans look good?” *shudders* we were together for approximately 3.5 years late teens-early twenties….maybe it was just immaturity but I knew from those moments that we could never have any semblance of a happily ever after. I stayed with him because he had other great* LTR bf traits but yes, men do fish for compliments and yes, it is one of the most beta feminized shit a man can do.

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    • +1

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  5. Women want what they can’t have, and don’t want what they can have.

    If you give her too much of your approval, she won’t want it (you) anymore.

    If you don’t give her enough of your approval, she’ll want it (you) more.

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  6. Rather than “sure” I prefer “Yep.”

    It’s got a nice pop to it and it’s much easier to get the tone right.

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    • One of my faves, deployed monotone.

      Added bonus, it’s the same in both Spanish and Tagalog. Use to elicit qualification from English-only liberals: “Wait, you (lived/schooled) in (LA/SF/NY) and you don’t know that’s (Spanish/Tag)?”

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  7. Try, “umm . . . ok,” if you feel like you are using the “sure” too often. When you repeat a simple tool too often they think that you are no longer listening. Varying it keeps them unsure whether you are listening, thus ambiguity.

    I personally like two “sure”‘s and then a “maybe.”

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  8. You say this but if you feel sorry for the girls who do this, why not just leave them to it? Why try and exploit?

    I’m not saying be a white knight and rescue them but why not try and add to the store of human happiness?

    I spend a lot of my time feeling really sorry for girls and the bind they’re in and the shit they have to deal with..

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    • I was going to bring out the pitchforks when you seemed to white-knighting it but I get what you mean Steve, I actually do.

      But understand that the readership here isn’t coming from a place of success with women. A lot of them/us were rejected, cheated on, fucked over and downright humiliated for exhibiting the beta tendencies we try to overcome. It’s no wonder that when a solution is found, we tend to go far to the extreme because the negatives hangups of the past polarize us.

      But I’ve been thinking about what you said lately and yea. I do feel bad for my older sis who got all this attention in high school and college. She had a flock of orbiters. Every family outing or reunion we went to she would get all this attention and praise. Now at the tail-end of her 20s and out of shape her prospects are dim and I honestly feel bad for her.

      It’s one thing to laugh at women hitting the wall and to celebrate their diminished dating options. I get that. It’s vindication for a lot of us. But when that’s your sister feeling down on herself; or if it’s your 50+ Mom not being able to find another man to keep her company because your father left her and traded up for something younger/hotter…well I put away the confetti.

      You’re probably going to get some vitriol for your comment but I feel what you’re saying and have toned down the vindictiveness after seeing the casualties first hand.

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    • By “feeling sorry” for women, you lose your power. Look at that last paragraph–it describes the loss of agency of someone who has pity on another.

      Women have very rich experiences, and a tremendous amount of power. Modern white western women are one of the most protected, privileged groups of humans to ever walk the earth.

      You, sir, have not fully digested the Red Pill. You need a higher dose. Game may not cut it for you, you need to understand the modern court system, divorce theft, et al.

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      • No. Wrong.

        I don’t “lose” any power at all. Infact I don;t even acknowledge this. What power?

        A 37 year old man like me thinking about loss of power with a 22 year old girl? Give me a fucking break mate

        I have been planning a post on this for a week or so, since meeting with Roosh (alongside Krauser) a couple of weeks ago.

        It boils down to this:

        You get out what you put in. You put this gamey stuff out there, you get shit in return. You put out honesty, you might get resentment in return but you’ll get respect too.

        You feel from the bottom of your heart that you have a duty to look after a woman, whilst at the same time not taking any shit whatsoever, and weeding out the cunts…You get adulation.

        I never ever have to think about the shit tests, frame control games, or any of that crap.

        Repeat : You get out what you put in,

        You havent heard much from me. You will, In a few months I will be producing video evidence of real game. I can back up everything I say. This will be my last hurrah before I retire from shagging women in great numbers with great efficiency. But this needs to be out there.

        Then it might be a bit clearer what I’m talking about.

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      • Yeah. Clear as a new-age crystal, substituting sentimentality for wisdom.

        Now the flesh has been stripped from the roast, and we come to the rancid middle of the PUA’s half-cooked philosophy for life. When the pragmatic utility of a way of thinking runs out, mystical claptrap rushes in. “You get out what you put in.” Please STFU.

        It is important to scrutinize this gradual retirement of first- and second-generation PUA’s, like Roosh, Krauser, Tucker Max, CH, and perhaps this guy, Jabba the Steve. That’s how we assess the overall value of what they spout, the meaning behind what animated their antisocial behavior, a behavior they are imperceptibly abandoning.

        Why is this important? Because the middle-age is a man’s prime, where he has either set himself up to be a producer or a parasite. The fake-sophisticated bromides peddled around these parts — designed to fool young men and entice betas — will not suffice for their own good fortunes, much less help establish projects of lasting significance. Those projects are necessary to reclaim the culture while the poonchaser-emerita tell war stories and yip toothlessly from their retirement condo’s poolside.

        “It boils down to this,” proclaims stevejabba! I hope you’re still listening, gents, because the meaning of life boils down to a motivational poster. This brand of saccharine superficiality brought feminism to power and keeps it there. Not that any one-trick sexual scavenger cares about the general inversion of nature we all must endure for their chickenhearted looting: without misrule of the delusional termagants, the shadow pussy market wouldn’t have been so easy for them to exploit and delude them into grandeur. While they are experts in self-congratulation, they have nothing to show for their manhood beyond memories fading into the senescence. All the work of reconstruction has been left to their betters, and still they think they have some kind of authoritative perspective on life and the culture?

        We are just beginning to put together a new pragmatism, so kindly stow your Hallmark Card/stoned-freshman dormitory insights into the human condition. You have nothing to offer us.

        You haven’t heard much from me. You will, In a few months I will be producing video evidence of real game. I can back up everything I say. This will be my last hurrah before I retire from shagging women in great numbers with great efficiency. But this needs to be out there.

        Then it might be a bit clearer what I’m talking about.

        No, it is quite clear, because big-talking charlatans are not an unfamiliar type around here. Spare us the tedium, and spare yourself the indignity. The last thing men need is some goatish braggart’s valedictory speech. The geezers never understand when culture has passed them by. We are on to version 2.0. Save your tales for the leathery South Florida waitresses poolside.

        Matt

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      • This guy is the same guy that was running game on that south american hottie in CH post: https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/street-kiss-close-analysis/

        Game recognized sir.

        I will hear out what he has to say even if I don’t agree with all of it.

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      • “Mate”? So…you have an Australian accent too? And you look like that. Your success has nothing to do with the games you play during the pickup ritual. A video of such experiences really wouldn’t help anyone else out.

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      • From the sound of it I’m guessing you’re getting married or in a serious relationship with ‘the one’.

        I’ve seen many guys like you – you think you’ve found the perfect woman and you start sounding like Bill Bennett. I get it, you’re 32 and you’ve banged a few girls. Obviously everyone in the game community is a clueless idiot, you have all the answers. Most importantly, your sweety baby is NOT LIKE THAT lol.

        Give it a few years of ‘looking after a woman’ and let me know how it goes, mate.

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      • I guarantee you’ve never seen a guy like me.
        I don’t have an adam’s apple, and my name is Liz (which is short for Elizabeth).

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      • He wasn’t talking to you, sugartits. Follow the comment tree. It’s easy, put your finger on the straight line and follow it up, up, up.

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      • Yeah, King…the straight line was actually directly under mine. You can see why I was confused. Having no Y chromosome (gasp! a word with more than two syllables), and all that. It strangely looks as though it were addressed to lil’ ol’ me.

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      • Are you really “lil”? Come on now, most American girls these days can stand to lose a couple.

        P.S. We have now reached the furthest branch of the comment tree. No more line indentations! I hope this does not further confuse. Just when she got the hang of it…

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      • King…it has already been confusing as I’ve been hitting the reply button in response to myself…damn…now you’re telling me there is more stuff to learn?

        I confess, I am not “lil”. I ride a lil rascal scooter and try to run over small children at theme parks then (assuming I miss that first time) hit them with my oxygen tank when I pass. My scooter has a horn, so fuck them if they can’t hear me a comin….

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      • You don’t get out what you put in, you get out what you can, everything else is just hot air. Getting pussy has about jack shit to do with what you feel at the bottom of your heart…if you feel whatever feeling you’re talking about and do well for yourself good for you, if not and you still do well good for you, it’s irrelevant.

        But yeah, power is at play here, there’s no denying that.

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      • This.

        All that happens when chicks hit the wall is they joint the ranks of the rest of us who have had to earn our power. I never feel bad for women, they never earned that bullshit social value in the first place.

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      • I have followed the (proverbial) line and apparently this Aussie guy named Steve is actually a chick who has hit the wall! Who knew?

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    • on November 26, 2012 at 5:08 pm Days of Broken Arrows

      I spend a lot of my time feeling really sorry for girls and the bind they’re in and the shit they have to deal with..

      So you mean like the free dinners, the endless compliments men don’t get, the fawning over them, the free entrances into clubs when we all have to pay, the bosses giving them perks because they have breasts, all of that?

      You should spend some time in a school system today where being male is a diagnosable condition and see how sorry you feel for girls.

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      • What do you mean school system? Are you at college? I’m not. Though of course i’ve been through that.

        To be fair i’m coming from the perspective of a 37 year old man that’s seen it all. Yes I don’t mind saying that.

        It’s better to orient yourself on the right path asap. Feeling bitter about women and the supposed “advantages” they have is a road to failure. These “techniques” that you may cherish are actually holding you back from the real value, the real success that you might actually get if you opened your eyes and instead loved women for what they are.

        I’m not advertising. I just know I am right.

        http://www.trustpilot.co.uk/review/authenticpua.com

        At the same time : never take any shit. You have to know the difference, I give you that, but there is ample written stuff about this.

        You will NEVER win by hating on women and the advantages they have. Instead sidestep all the shit that modern man is suppoesd so swallow (that Chateau so elequently talks about that I cannot hope to replicate), whilst appreciating beatiful women for what they are.

        I write this now because you have me on a roll but I was the most ruthless of them all, 5 , 6, 7 women a week, on trains, in daytime, in restuarants, everywhere… Shagging all over the place

        Eventually you reach a point where you see it for what it really is and what power and responsibility we have as men.

        If you look into a girls eyes who you care about, if she’s crying becuase you let her down…Don’t you see where I am coming from?

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      • I dont feel bitter about the advantages women have. That’s always been fair game to me. However, I refuse to feel sorry for the shit women had to put up with in the past and in the present. Men have always had it bad in the past and present as well. Everyone has been fucked over. Us men simply dont whine about it as much, nor do women have other women telling them to feel sorry for the shit men have to put up with. But, us men always have other men encouraging us to feel sorry for women as if only women have suffered throughout history up to the present.

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      • Oh fuck off you fatheaded fool.

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      • Fuck!!!

        How I want to kick the hell out of you.

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    • women are only truly happy when they’re a bit unhappy.

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    • Feeling sorry has nothing to do with it. You don’t improve her, much less allay her anxieties for long, if you are not a reliable pillar of the truth. Pity is a condescending approach to any relationship.

      It is about command and control. Who’s the fisher here? Who’s the prey?

      The only way to win her little shit-games is never to play. You don’t make a brilliant move to capture the queen with your knight, you wipe the chessboard. You don’t untie the Gordian knot, you slash it open.

      There is too much anxious overthinking involved in the appropriateness and tone of “sure” or “yep” (instead of “yeah”? or maybe a nod would be better?? how bout an “uh-huh”???). If her question is reactive to your frame, if it is a part of your established flow — in other words, if you feel like it — then answer her question. Is she the fisherwoman (making you the minnow), or are you the shark who hops over the deck and devours her? Which do you think brings the tingle?

      When you send the signal that you won’t play her games, she understands that you are at a level above her here-beta-beta baits. Silly tricks will not avail her. Eventually she will stop the fishing expedition, pack up her tackle, and carry on. That’s when true compliments, sparingly offered, take on the effect of divine judgment. Skittles anyone?

      If you can’t slide into a non-sequitur (smash the board), then deadpan teasing is the best. “Don’t you think this skirt is a cute look on me?” Actually it reminds me of this girl in college/at work/I dumped… Deadpan enough to keep her wondering what your level of sincerity is, until she gains the familiarity to interpret your uncompromising frame for what it is, save her cat-and-mouse shit for lesser men, and extract the precious rare nuggets of true compliment for herself, all the more cherished the harder she must work for them.

      Matt

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      • I mostly agree with you, but this approach will be a lot less effective for those dudes just getting their feet wet. What you’re describing is a higher level of operation – a level that many men have to work toward/aspire to rather than start at.

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      • Isn’t “a higher level of operation,” or in fact the highest level of operation what we should all be striving for, if not in the short term, then the long?

        This is my major disconnect with this community’s ethos. It seems complacent, reiterating game basics 101 in more sophisticated ways but not terribly smart about expanding its effectiveness into higher purposes and farther places.

        The disagreement is the product of our different understanding about the difficulty of game. Is it hard to master or easy? I contend it is easy, much easier than advertised, but this is denied by its purveyors (especially its commercial purveyors) because 1) it is so powerful that it seems like it should be harder to master, and 2) if it were as easy as women applying makeup, then what do we need the seminar hucksters for?

        Beyond a boot-camp-like introduction and the inculcation of a few habits — which are driven by the primal need for pussy in every event — we don’t need a constant overanalyzing/cheerleading squad on how to flirt. You get your “feet wet,” and instinct drives you from there. Beyond that, the PUA gathering-places are like the 19th hole, where you tell tales and shoot the shit and one-up the last guy.

        Matt

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    • I used to feel sympathy for women about their situation. That lasted until I realized two things:

      1. Very few of them care about the bind I’m in. In fact, they’ll use it to their advantage if I let them.
      2. Most of them have put themselves into the situation they’re in.

      I have ZERO sympathy for people that create their own problems, then whine incessantly about being unable to fix them. For example, if a person is in debt through no fault of their own (ie. death of a spouse, company closure, etc.) and winds up on welfare, then I have sympathy and will help them. If they wind up in debt because they lived further than their means while also buying the new iPhone, they get no sympathy or help from me. So, I feel sympathy for widows, none for single mothers.

      I do my utmost to not add to the pile of human misery, but I’m not going to help those that refuse to help themselves while also continually adding to their problems.

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    • I spend a lot of my time feeling really sorry for girls and the bind they’re in and the shit they have to deal with..

      You mean you had the unmitigated temerity… to feel sorry… for a white woman?

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  9. Pitying a woman after the wall is like pitying a bankrupt millionaire. You empathize with how happy they once were, but you also are inclined to welcome them to the real world.

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    • Well stated amigo. I had a good friend growing up who’s whole family was rich from a family member marrying into money. This guy never worried about finances once in his entire life. Then years later, a messy divorce went down (surprise!) and the fountain dried up. He had to get a real job and his days of leisure were forever no more. I had sympathy for his predicament as he was a friend, but at the same time I was thinking “welcome to where the rest of us live”.

      Anyone notice a lot of 30+ chicks are way more down to earth and “real”. Yeah maybe some of it is due to acquired maturity, but I think it’s mostly the humility bomb which detonates upon impact with The Wall.

      Yo Grit, where is that photo from, looks familiar…

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      • The 30+’s in my area must be bomb-proof, then.
        They’re about as ‘down to Earth & real’ as R2D2 sucking off a Unicorn.
        With sprinkles.

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    • Exactly. I get that it sucks for them but hey, them’s the breaks, they milked the system when they were younger and now they have to play the piper.

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    • She should have cashed in her chips.

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  10. This is OT but am I wrong for doing this?

    I have a buddy with a total twat of a gf. He’s always complaining how she never puts out. She’s a hard 5-6 little princess. Her biggest pet peeve is anything scatological. When she comes over, ( i live with my buddy), I be sure to pinch a nice loaf in the hall bathroom and leave the door open when I’m done. I know this drives her up the wall cuz I heard them fighting about it. Well, today I finally had enough of this twat, so I took a nice, big, post-thanksgiving shit and took a pic of it with my buddy’s iPhone and texted it to some friends and “accidentally” included her in the texted group. My Plan is to fuck with her so hard she up and quits. I can’t stop laughing about it.

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    • Not sure you’ll elicit the desired response, but I like your style.

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    • Ah! Now HERE’S a man-sized challenge for YaReally, worthy of his steel!

      LLOOOZOZOZOZLZLLZLZOOZOZOZOZLLLLL

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    • I used to brag loudly about my dumps, just to shock and offend my roommates’ girlfriends when they were over. I would come out and deliver “The Morning Dump Report”, where I would describe consistency, amount, and delivery time of the morning dump. Good times.

      Next time she is present, do your business. Then come out of the bathroom, jerk your thumb over your shoulder at the bathroom, and announce that you barely made it out. Dab at your forehead, and say, “My god, sweat! That thing nearly broke me. I am a strong man, but sweet Jesus, I fear birthing uneasy loads like that one. Got any milk? I need something to calm quivering bowels.”

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      • “It wasn’t a dump, it was really more like a mugging. That thunderbucket of yours in there? Never gonna be the same.”

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      • During a prolonged fight, my guy went to the bathroom… I contined quacking like a chicken, making my arguments over whatever we were fighting about and he goes “gd, can’t a guy just take a dump in peace?”.

        At this point, I was severely frustrated AND well, constipated. It had been like a week (perhaps this was behind all the quacking..). I responded “no! If I don’t get to shit, neither do you!”.

        Yea, we were all kinds of messed up. Broke the tension though as we both realized the ridiculousness our bickering had come down to.

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      • drink more cum, it’s a natural laxative.

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      • lol. I will keep that in mind. Hear its a good source of protein too, prevents gestational diabetes AND is even good for depression. You guys should sell this shit!

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    • Now everyone listen closely to Ashen. That is how a man shit tests.

      I love hilarious scat stories. Every true man does, just as every true woman doesn’t.

      I initially misread your “My Plan is to fuck with her so hard she up and quits” as “My Plan is to fuck her so hard…” Either way. Although make sure you get clearance from your beta buddy. Or at least give clear notice.

      Matt

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  11. Quote Revo: ”Women have very rich experiences, and a tremendous amount of power. Modern white western women are one of the most protected, privileged groups of humans to ever walk the earth.”

    Fixed

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  12. Replace “Sure” with “Ok” with the same ambiguous inflection.

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  13. In other “news,” chicks dig, err…. drug trafficking gunmen:

    “Mexican media say the brunette, who participated in the Miss Oriental
    Tourism pageant in China in May, was travelling with her boyfriend, a suspected hitman, when the shootout erupted.”

    http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/world/mexican-beauty-queen-killed-in-shootout-involving-hitman-boyfriend-20121127-2a4bj.html

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    • Sometimes the risk of getting those bad boy genes backfire on them…

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    • ‘Where Mexeecan maidens play guitar and seeng
      Of Beelee the keed, their boy bandit keeng’
      (Apologies to Mr. Marty Robbins)
      This type of stuff is everyday commonplace around here.
      They’re still Mexican, maidens…well, not after 13 they ain’t.
      Guitars have been replaced by mp3 playahs and I’m not sure I’d call Rap ‘singing’.
      Billy the Kid is out, way too White, ese, but they do LOVE LOVE LOVE their boy bandit kings. Especially the ones with the shaved heads, tats all over (including his name in backwards ‘gothic’ script across his abs), muffdiver goatees and motorcycles.
      Game?
      He don’t need no steenkeeng game, bro!

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    • This article, which the previous one links to is even better. LMFAO
      http://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=10850456

      Apparently the Chinese are a little quick to swallow compliments themselves.

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  14. There is another ploy, used in more formal setting such as work. Yes, those middle-aged manager gals will sometimes seek some beauty affirmation from (younger) men at work. Remember that dealing with gals occurs everywhere, not just in traditional settings.

    So when facing such a moment, do *not* start retreating into simpering compliance, merely because she may be an exec, teacher, prof, whatever. Instead, pause a moment, smile (almost smirk, but not quite) without teeth showing, and say, “Yes, you look great in that. Of course.”

    Then immediately, and without pause, completely change the topic to something in your frame or mindset and filibuster for minute or two. End with a question, so she must now deal with the new topic rather than returning to the old one.

    The gal is aware that you perfunctorialy observed the social convention of paying her the compliment, but she is also aware that it was not earned, and probably not heartfelt. Niceties observed, but message delivered: I am not here to give you orbiter supplication.

    When I was stuck in corporate drone life, I used that on female Fortune 500 VPs who asked me about their pantsuits. Gals like men who maintain mental posture; they see strength, and they appreciate it.

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    • on November 26, 2012 at 6:52 pm Days of Broken Arrows

      “When I was stuck in corporate drone life, I used that on female Fortune 500 VPs who asked me about their pantsuits.”

      You mean take it to a place like this:

      “Gawd, my Aunt Ida used to complain about having to wear pantsuits in the ’70s. Hey, have you heard that new oldies soul station?”

      Sidestep!!

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    • Right. All about frame.

      Her shit test is a mallet hammering a bone joint. Don’t flinch. It is an RPG to a building’s architectural keystone. Don’t crumble, don’t crouch, don’t cower, don’t cave.

      Pantsuits? “You’re too feminine to pull it off, no matter how hard you keep trying.” “I’ve seen your legs and you shouldn’t hide them. They’re your finishing move in the boardroom.” Or if your rapport is righteously in-place: “Transvestite. Do you wear your daddy’s shirts to bed too?”

      Matt

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  15. Rodney Dangerfield game… “Heh, you buy that dress, they throw in a free bowl of soup. Oh, but on YOU it looks good.” (obvious eye-roll)

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    • Hey baby, you must have been something before electricity!

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      • “Wanna make fourteen dollars the hard way?”

        “We’re all gonna get laid!”

        Shame he didn’t make more movies. Outright stole Caddyshack from the lead, still-in-his-prime Chevy Chase, and Bill fuckin’ Murray. That, motherfuckers, is talent.

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      • “YOOOOUUUU!!! You’re no gentleman!”

        “I ain’t no doorknob, neither.”

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  16. See, my philosophy for years has been to train them NOT to ask that. I began telling any girl I was fucking for more than one night that if she ever asked me a question about how she was dressed or if was cute, I’d tell her she was fat.

    A warning.

    Of course, being women, they were too stupid and shit-testy to understand the point. So I actually followed through on this:

    “Do you like this dress?”
    “You’re fat.”
    “C’mon, help me out.Please.”
    “You’re super fat.”
    “Stop it! Be nice to me.”
    “You look like Roseanne Barr who ate Oprah Winfrey.”
    (Cue hot, rutty sex later that night, to fight their growing insecurity).

    Like a dog, the negative training worked wonders, but took a lot at first, and the occasional reinforcement later if she “forgot”;

    “Do you think I’m pretty?”
    “Don’t you remember the rule?”
    “Please. I’m really hurt.”
    “Give me a blowjob and I’ll tell you if you gained weight.”

    Worked like a charm.

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    • What’s the line you always say before you bludgeon a woman to death, whorefinder?

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      • “Hi, my name is Sweetheart. I sucked Michael Clarke Duncan’s cock. Now, on to Obama!”

        or

        “Does this smell like chloroform to you?”

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    • She ‘s old enough to remember who Roseanne Barr is?
      Curious….

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      • Good one, I like it.

        Roseanne’ still pops up in pop culture. See “Roseanne’s Nuts” and her left-wing activism (ran for president this year).

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    • Watch old Married with Children episodes…any shit test a Peg throws your way respond like Al Bundy.

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    • my philosophy for years has been to train them NOT to ask that

      Best point of all.

      But when they do ask, it’s a golden opportunity for negative feedback, something that no worthy woman is truly used to, surrounded as she is by unearned and unsolicited sycophancy. Under all the fluffy feckless fawning, she craves the spanking all the same. Is this news to anyone?

      When high-value girls are inundated by positive feedback, even they intuit that something is off. So they’ll create their own criticism! Sometimes when a thin girl says “Omigod I’m sooo fat,” it isn’t simply fishing for confirmation or compliment. Sometimes it’s masochism substituting for the sadism she needs for balance. If there is no man with a whip, she will feel a deep, unspeakable need to whip herself. Self-generated drama, conflict, pain, resolution. What is the point of living if there is nothing to challenge the monotony?

      [A]ll organic functions could be traced back to this Will to Power, and that the solution of the problem of generation and nutrition—it is one problem—could also be found therein.

      Nietzsche, JGB

      Marinating in the stagnant, soporific, lukewarm spitbath of beta supplication gives a girl the lust for ice. Anastasia Steele isn’t an outlier, those books didn’t make up a quarter of all new sales because women couldn’t relate.

      The difference between negative feedback from an alpha and a beta is the presumption of the criticism’s source. It is psychologically impossible for a beta (or a woman) to be sincere: he (and she) lashes out when wounded rather than proceeding from a foundation of obvious strength, from which the alpha simply delivers truth or teasing. It is the reflexive reaction of prey versus the purposeful move of the predator.

      The will to power is the essence of all living things. Plants don’t want to just survive, they survive to produce fruit. An animal isn’t content to sit, it needs to move or flee or hunt or kill. A man motionless in a sensory-deprivation tank is technically “alive,” just as a conscious comatose patient is, but none of us recognize this as true life. And a woman who is not starting trouble for the sake of starting trouble is dangerously, dangerously bored.

      Here comes alpha to not only control that dangerous temptation but to absorb or throw it right back at her. That is the erotic cycle.

      So yes, when they figure out that the shit tests are not just ineffective but also inappropriate with a man like you, they have been “trained” to give up the pointless preening in order to dance the more sophisticated tango with a partner who can lead her.

      Matt

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  17. The problem I have with compliments is even when you give them they are generally not accepted.

    Wife: Do you like this dress I’m wearing?

    Me: Sure.

    Wife: Really? or are you just saying that to make me happy?

    Me. I mean it.

    Wife: really etc etc etc Untill I put my fist through the wall.

    or alternatively

    Wife: Do you like this dress I’m wearing?

    Me: No it makes you look fat and really stupid.

    then instead of rushing off to change in order to look reasonably presentable in pubic there is a 30 minute conversation where she tries to persuade me that I should like what she has on which ends when I put my head through the wall.

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    • Problem is, you’re taking her too serious. Every question of this nature should be played sexually:

      Wife: Do you like this dress I’m wearing?

      Me: I like it most right beforeI take it off of you to make sweet love to you, baby. *smack her ass, smirk*

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  18. No girl has ever fished for a compliment from me. I’m pretty sure you actually need to be on their radar in the first place.

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    • Buck up dude. If ur overweight or scrawny hit the gym or learn how to box. Don’t sweat the ladies. If you require remedial education in the cat and mouse game of lust and attraction watch Tao of Steve. Do things that make you proud of yourself and your pride and self confidence will show and the right people will be attracted to that.

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      • I lift three days a week and have a 6 pack, yet the only girls I can attract weigh over well over 200 lbs.

        No amount of game will fix my situation. At just age 25, I’ve resigned myself to a life of hookers.

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      • Your angel’s out there, hermano… have faith, and keep your heart pure.

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      • 25 + 6-pack = whales?
        Must be short (=<6'2).
        Only way out: Money/fame/power.
        Get rich or become some type of celebrity – even if it's 'just' local.

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      • Nope. 6’3″.

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      • No amount of 6’3″ & ripped abs compensates for a shitty attitude and bad game. At 25, I was rail-thin, kinda short 5’8″ with bad posture, and I was still banging intelligent, model-hot girls with perfect asses. And this was before studying the charismatic arts and getting swole.

        On the plus side: you’re young, you have a few years to work on your self esteem & your inner and outer game. But, unless you change your beliefs, you’ve probably sealed your fate to being a loser when you said: “No amount of game will fix my situation. At just age 25, I’ve resigned myself to a life of hookers.”

        That some weesh stuff, feeling sorry for yourself like some fucking lame ass bitch. Why the fuck are you here? If that’s your attitude, you’d be better off on some porn or hooker site.

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      • Asshole game, dude. May as well swing for the fence.

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    • Quit whining. You sound like that black-super catholic-beta dude who used to be on here.

      Go out more, meet drunk people, and stop putting yourself down—put everyone else down.

      Your attitude should be that you are Sean Michaels of the WWE in the 1990s—everyone woman wants you, you’re going to conquer the world, you’re the shit.

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      • no, thwack’s still around.

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      • It really isn’t that bad, you just need to deal with a handicap. It must suck to have Quasimodo face, but I’ve known some seriously, seriously messed up looking guys who did well for themselves. You need to be interesting and have tight game. You’re not a chick, your looks aren’t your currency.

        Maybe you won’t bag a 10. But a nice thin 7 who’s not a bitch is still a good thing.

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      • No, shithead, they do not.

        It is but one factor.

        Have you not been paying attention here?

        Heartiste! Emergency! This stupid git needs a lesson in reality!

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      • Get thee to Southeast Asia.

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      • ^ @Nick

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    • No one fishes for compliments from a stranger (exception the seriously neurotic).

      Do you go to school? Church? Have a job? Women don’t usually want to hang out with the weightlifters in the gym, but if you took a yoga class you would stand out. Don’t worry if you are inflexible, it adds to the conversation…use it to your advantage. I don’t recommend clubs or bars…that’s a crappy environment to meet anyone.

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      • I graduated a few years ago. Lived on campus and didn’t get any action the entire four years. Ended up losing my virginity to a hooker in my last semester, at 22.

        Couldn’t find a job, so I’m going back for a master’s in something practical. Never tried yoga class. That’s not really something girls my age do here.

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      • Everyone I ever dated I met in class. Maybe you could major in something like health administration (education, et al)…something that a lot of women take.
        Wish I could say something more, my time at the University was one of the loneliest in my life (I wasn’t the only one to feel that way, others told me that as well), and I went to a party school. Sometimes being in a crowd of hundreds or thousands can be lonlier than sitting in a room by yourself.

        Mostly I think the secret is attitude…confidence is key, and if you like women, they can sense it. If you don’t, they can sense that to (regardless of faux ‘game’ moves). A great portion of the posts here sound like the ‘players’ don’t like women in general, and that will come through and they will only attract women who like to be treated like crap (bipolar, neurotic types, or some sheriff of cuntingham who is terminally insecure…or the bunny burner). Be nice, offer compliments if you feel like it (not in a needy way, not to get someone to like you), and don’t only be nice to the good looking ones, because the good looking ones notice that too (which goes back to the ‘like women’ above). And don’t be a chick…which again, a large portion of the posters here seem miss the mark. Overthinking “will she call? Will I sound too needy if I text/pay a compliment/…blah blah…” this is what a chick would do.

        Personal anecdote: The smoothest guy I’ve ever met was my date (still with him) at a formal Christmas charity event. The money was primarily generated from auctioning off an elf costume (the loser had to wear it). He bid initially, but there were a lot of deeper pockets and he ended up having to wear a small sized elf costume on his 6 foot 3 (buff) frame. To include tights, and the little booties…again, this was a relatively formal event, it was almost lewd, candidly. He took two napkins from the table and rolled them up so it looked like he had a giant errection with his package hanging down the side of his leg in the tights, and then he pretended to limp around holding that leg straight out. I swear to God by the end of that night everyone who had bid not to wear the outfit wished they were wearing it…women were seriously all over him, there was a line of women waiting their turn to take their picture with him…it took about two hours. That is what confidence can pull off. And no, it didn’t bother me because I’m pretty confident too, therefore I assume someone I’m with isn’t with me because he can’t have anyone else. He’s lucky to have me and I’m lucky to have him.

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      • I should add that this costume was funny as hell…I rolled on the floor when I saw it, couldn’t stop cackling for a good thirty minutes.

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      • Aside from the January-May Weight Losers (which most of ’em never do) and the Alpha Bitch/Lesbo Workout Nazis, the female gym rats do want to hang out with the body builders – provided the body builder in question is either management, staff or one of the long-time resident members who is basically part of the ‘power structure’ at said gym. They’re usually NOT into some guy who’s just a fellow worker-outer. Unless he drives a Ferrari.
        Not sure I’ve ever come across a straight guy taking a yoga class, but hey – you can be the first……

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  19. Agreeing and amplifying works for me, with just enough juice so that she knows you’re teasing, but not going overboard.

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  20. Totally OT but lol if this is real

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  21. “eh.” with a slightly positive sounding tone is what I typically use. Aloof, peculiar, confusing… however not deliberatley insulting.

    Can be coupled with a subject change or gesture of disinterest (scroll through phone, fleet attention to something else. etc.)

    Depending on the level of the relationship and situation with the subject, this can be a great opportunity to escalate physically.

    Recalling a time in my car while i was driving. In the passenger seat with a 20yr old smv8 in mini skirt. we were on our way to venue:

    Her: “I have the hottest legs. Guys love my legs and always say my legs are the best part of my body.”

    Ripp: [pregnant pause] “eh”

    Her: “omg! you’re such a dick…I wanna almost cry.”

    Ripp: “shuut up. nerd.” (sarcastic, playful tone). [quick glance over coupled with a healthy grab of the inner thigh and slow trace up her leg]

    This example was a 2nd or 3rd meet with a subject. Same routine can be used with cold approach/initial meets also. After the “eh” ruffles her feathers, resolve with quick hug, cheek kiss, arm brush or any situationally appropriate kino escalation.

    For LTRs or STRs where sexual line has been crossed I always respond with a cocky/funny reframe and sexual kino:

    Her: “I told you I looked hot in this dress.”

    Ripp: [silence, slow approach and observe her outfit with an obvious critical eye] “It really helps when you’re standing next to me.” [hard ass cheek grab and spread, light back of neck brush or hair pull, roll off].

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    • Excellent charismatic moments here, Ripp.

      Your 20-year old smv8 was qualifying herself to you pretty hard, your move was charismatic jujitsu, using her move against her.

      This becomes totally natural when one really internalizes the mindset. It’s reminiscent of the hunter gene that is switched on the moment a man enters a field or forest with a weapon, and his vision & hearing become extra sharp. It feels good when the primordial, instinctive mind kicks in.

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  22. Another girl I”m gaming who’s been giving me IOI’s I ping the other day:

    Me: hey crazy cat lady, come out to my club. We’ll practice our dance moves

    Her: (minutes later)Hey james bond. Sorry cant make it. I’m having dinner with my family. See you fri or sat

    Me: (replying 1 day later) ….bring takeaway for me

    this idea of mystery, ambiguity, not accepting a bullshit excuse….i don’t think i would have done this before discovering and understanding game.

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  23. When you guys get married, you’ll understand that sometimes you have to take the bait when they fish for a compliment… observe:

    Wifey: (gazing at herself in the mirror, then lets out a sigh) “Oh, honey… I’m starting to look so old… my hair has more and more gray each day, and my laugh lines are starting to look like crow’s feet.”

    Me: “Perhaps, dear… but your eyesight is still perfect.”

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    • This, is the home I grew up in.

      Not sure if it was good or bad, or if you should be telling your 9 year old daughter she’s got thunder thighs (hey, caused body image issues which in return make me a gym rat = no thunder thighs). But growing up w that stuff… Made me realize what’s really important in a mate and it’s not the beta pulling out your seat, gentleman shit. That stuff comes out I am neither attracted or trusting of that person.

      In the end it is the cutting of the BS. The games. It’s who will be there for you when you’re sick, when you go through hard times, who is a good person in their heart. The rude remarks or not paying for diner are like, superficial, don’t mean much if at heart they are just, evil.

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      • on November 27, 2012 at 9:29 am Hugh G. Rection

        I really hate the term “body image issues”. It’s only an image issue when you think something about your body that’s not objectively true. So in this case you were a victim of your love for cake and candy, not the astute observation of a man.

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      • body image issue, at least in my estimation does no equate to having a bad body. So, if you are fit and constantly self conscious, think you are fat, weigh yourself 5 times a day, etc. that it is an image issue.

        I never said I was overweight. It is just something that can never leave my subconscious, that equates weight gain with personal failure, that hates herself if a lb is gained, even if she looks better a lil rounder (imagine what would happen to J.Lo if she’s lost 10 lbs and her ass disappeared).

        We can come up with another euphemism for body dysmorphia if it pleases you.

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      • Damn, I’m used to my jests falling flat, but up to now, they never led to an Oprah moment.

        I’ve gotta get some new material… sigh. 😦

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      • Naw, keep going, my friend. You have a following here. I’m a little slow on the uptake, so it took me an extra second to catch its elegance.

        As a long-term married guy I cannot even guess how many versions of this narcissistic interrogative lament I have heard over the years. A response such as yours, though, would likely elude my wife.

        That said, it seems my recent attempts as a beginner to introduce rudimentary game into our marriage have yielded tentative gains.

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      • Ah, if we only knew then what we know now, amiright?

        Continued success, my friend.

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      • nah, only if you’re dating a woman emotionally scared and hardened by a genuinely great dad in every way except that he had NO filter and was fairly, ok, a huge ass sometimes 🙂

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  24. When they’re fishing for clothing compliments I find the following generally full or mirth and merriment

    Pause.

    Say to her “let me have a look”

    Look at her for a moment. Give yourself that hmmm look so that she can see your expression, as you run your eyes over her body

    Then tell her to turn around for you.

    If she doesn’t or won’t, your in the clear, run your game mercilessly on her

    If she does, no matter how she does it tell her to turn around slowly, correct her however she does it. Examine her closely as she does

    Tell her you want to see her with heels on, or to change shoes to see if it would suit better if she already has heels on.

    I can pretty much 99% guarantee you won’t get asked this too often after this, if she’s a natural bitch.

    Depending on where you want to take it.

    Comment on how it makes her ass stick out too much or her belly or makes her thighs look fat or tell her to stand straighter, pull her shoulders back slightly.

    The possibilities are virtually endless I tell you.

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    • When I tell her to turn around slowly and study her for awhile, she gets that glow in her eyes and we always wind up in the sack… and late for whatever engagement to which we were supposed to be heading.

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    • Ya!
      Because as everyone knows, self conscious women are loads of fun in the sack. The more self-conscious and “fat” you make her feel, the more she likes to fuck. In the land of Warcraft.

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  25. *incuriously shrugs*

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  26. http://news.msn.com/world/update-mexican-beauty-queen-killed-in-shootout

    I seem to recall that this is not the first time a model has been found in association with Mexican drug-dealers.

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  27. You know what dont work… “it’s not ‘that’ cute”, after Listening to my .. Whoever, guy I was dating, gloat for like 4 hours about how many guys, yes guys, hit on him that night. Valintines, we saw “Love Story” is the gayest neighborhood in San Francisco, so we’re talkin really f*king gay.

    Yah, he got hit on and he friggin adored the attention. He always was very obvious about adoring any attention. What is that?

    Anyhow, after the like 8th comment, I retorted that, if we weren’t In the Castro I’d prolly get a few looks w my cute lil school girl outfit goin on… Yep his reply.. It’s not that cute.

    Did this turn me on? Was this an effective response? No. Plain and simple. I can take a lotta critism, but , it was just so pointless, he was so basking in his own light, it was gross.

    I Want have sex, 9 times out of 10 at any given moment w a guy I’m dating. That night, I did not. I pushed and pushed him away and finally gave in just to get some sleep!

    Is this beta? He was so alpha in every other way, this need for attention, rather the acknoledgement of attention … Was weird.

    And no, I don’t generally compliment fish. I am not good at taking or giving compliments.

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    • Ok, so the Bi guy was only imagining the attention he got from the Bois and got sex, even if he had to work hard to get it.
      Mission accomplished.

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    • His need to communicate to you that other people find him attractive was the beginnings of a hairline crack that was developing into a gorge anyway. Given the context, his comment just accelerated the process and did you a favour. Womens hindbrains & attraction switches being what they are, are on the front lines of evolutionary progress, finely tuned instruments of darwinism with the final say on whos seed deserves propagation and who gets left by the wayside. The man measurement tool. No surprises then that even very low concentrations of neediness disqualify a man from getting his rocks off. Especially after watching a film like that on valentines in the gayest corner of the universe.

      A good friend of mine acknowledged valentines day just once in the 5 years he was with his ex by giving her a pineapple. Even years after them breaking up she’s still besotted with him.

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      • very astute observation. the whole thing was… uncomfortable. it wasn’t about celebrating V-day.. it wasn’t meant to but of course it was there so it had to. I really wanted to attend this event.

        I bought 2 tix before he even agreed, my roommate was my backup date. so, it was the kind of thing where our relationship WAS on thin ice, there was this sappy PERFECT V-day thing going on at this Historical Theater w the academy award winning actress talking about the film and doing q & a, and I had read the book 2 years ago and dyyying to see the film and just really wanted to go.

        That it was on V-day I could see how he would either consciously or not be a lil cruel, knock me down, tell me, yea ok, I went out w u (though I paid for the tix, he paid for dinner), but youre still not my GF and don’t you forget it

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    • pro tip: stop dating alpha homos.

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    • Are you seriously a girl?

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  28. better: “oh yeah..?” and just let her keep on throwing out that bait

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  29. I just do what my Dad did: grunt “mmhmm”, and usually while not even looking up from whatever I’m doing.

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    • This is about the third posting of this item on this very thread.

      Doesn’t anyone bother to read anymore?

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      • Didja hear about the Mexican beauty queen killed in a shootout?

        Rape!

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      • They seem to take their pageants quite seriously south o’ the border.

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      • There’s a show called ‘Nuestra Belleza Latina’ on Telemundo or Univision, can’t remember which off then top of my head, comes on fairly regularly. They also have several TV specials leading up to all those televised ‘Miss’ contests.
        Next time you have to listen to some fuggo fem nag about how obsessed the US are with looks, politely point them towards the Spanish language channels……

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      • And another thing I noticed about the Spanish channels is that even the “family variety” shows never fail to have scantily-clad girls flouncing about… those folk certainly can’t be accused of puritanical mores.

        Viva La Raza, indeed.

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      • Seriously, I’m gringo and I love that prog. Scantily clad latin broads ftw.

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    • We’ll be there in a couple of more years when out whole nation turns into Detriot…

      “I once wrote about a girl I knew of who was desperate to get a narco boyfriend,” [Valdez] said. “She practically took out a classified ad saying ‘Looking for a Narco’.”

      The stories seldom end well. In the best of cases, a beautiful woman with a tear-stained face is marched before the press in handcuffs. In the worst of cases, they simply disappear.

      “They are disposable objects, the lowest link in the chain of criminal organizations, the young men recruited as gunmen and the pretty young women who are tossed away in two or three years, or are turned into police or killed,” Valdez said.

      Talk about riding the Cock Carousel to being Pumped-n-Dumped… pack your bags, we’re going to Hell. Thank you, feminazis, you’ll miss civilization when it’s gone.

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  30. I was pleasantly surprised to see King A or Greg Eliot haven’t brought their racist crap in this posts’ comments, then I spotted whorefinder’s post, yep Le Chateu Stormfront is still alive. Lol

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    • Sigh… another dweeb who talks about “racist crap” from King A and Greg Eliot but gives the Dark Side a pass on their antiwhite and/or Afrocentrist bullshit… which is invariably what we are responding to with our defense of our own folk.

      Hit the road, you bum… we already have enough of what you’re selling.

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    • And what whorefinder post would that be? Lol

      Wake up, SWPL. You let the baiting go on, allowing their abject debasement of you to stink up the place without a peep of protest. You find it “pleasant[]” and refreshing to be made the bitch. Not all of us are on your easygoing euthanasia program. Lol

      Try noticing who is responsible for turning the conversation racial, every time, and has nothing otherwise to say. But like the Stockholm Syndrome type you are, you identify with the master who cuckolds you, to the point of mistaking the source of nearly every original provocation. You are so white-guilty, you can’t even follow a comment tree. Lol

      Matt

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  31. Ambiguity a la ‘sure’ is a good one, but at some point you do need to acknowledge compliment fishing. Particularly in its milder form, validation. For example, when a chick starts sending you pics and they get racier, you don’t have to say ‘sexy’ but some acknowledgement, even the occasional ‘nice’, works. It’s all in the calibration.

    ‘Sure’ game, as you noted, is all about tone of voice. Slightly wrong inflection and she’ll get the wrong impression (one of rejection rather than aloofness).

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  32. delusion here : Bl—e F—-x “I’m 32 and have two kids. My belly is saggy, my tits have seen better days, and I don’t even come close to fitting into my pre-mom jeans. I’m even starting to see wrinkles around my eyes and mouth. And you know what? I am sexy as hell. All is not lost just because you hit 30/have kids/acquire a belly.”

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    • My belly is saggy, my tits have seen better days, and I don’t even come close to fitting into my pre-mom jeans. I’m even starting to see wrinkles around my eyes and mouth.

      Perhaps, darling, but your eyes are as sharp as ever.

      /twice in one thread!

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  33. Not to nit pick but I’m a super secret troll.

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  34. The purpose of sex is to make babies; not amuse 6th grade boys. I used to tell this to my students when I was still teaching. However, they were still amused by it.

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  35. This is a great tip but the hardest part of game is to get the woman to actually care about what you think of her. No game can work without this premise. Any concrete advices about this ?

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  36. “Media outlets are beginning to grapple with a “war on men”. CH theory is infiltrating the cathedral.”

    Dude, those are MRA ideas.

    But i’m sure CH invented water, shoes and breathing as well.

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  37. Fishing for compliment to reassure themselves? “Make me splooge, babe, and I’ll tell you you’re hot… justify my love!”

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