There are plenty of game naysayers who are happy to tell you that ‘game’ is useless. You don’t need it. All that early-200os negging and feather boa-wearing—-a load of nonsense. What you need is to be good looking and rich and you will be surrounded by a posse of scantily clad, nubile ladies keen to sleep with you in no time.
This is stupid and guys who tell you this are not getting laid. What really gets you girls is a killer instinct. If you don’t have that then however physically attractive you are you will get passed over for men who do.
I can think of two times when I got passed over for guys who were less good-looking than me. Maybe it happened a great many more times, but there are two in particular I remember.
Yes Girl
First, with a girl called Sophie who I was at high school with. Sophie was in the orchestra. She played cello. Looking back she was a typical ‘Troy’ girl: slim, brunette, long straight hair, pretty and artistic. If only I’d known then this would be the type of girl I’d be chasing around the world for the next two decades.
Anyway, Sophie liked me. She was a ‘yes girl’: that is, I didn’t have to do anything and she just liked me anyway. She used to look at me with ‘doggy dinner bowl’ eyes for too long when I was speaking, sit next to me in class and hang on every word I said.
We were in a show together. Well, she was in the orchestra and I was helping out backstage. Even though I was inexperienced with girls, I knew she was into me. It was that obvious. Something would happen—it felt inevitable. I would hang back, I decided. Play it cool. This was in the bag so no point in rushing, right?
The last night of a show there was a party for everyone involved, performers and stagehands. Tonight would be the night. I turned up for that dance in my best shirt, a white Oxford with a flower print on it my stepmother had bought me from a catalogue.
During the evening I hung back. I didn’t dance with the other kids as I was embarrassed to at that point. This would work in my favour I thought. Not for me the shallow pleasures of the masses. No. I was special and different. The mysterious guy who didn’t dance.
Towards the end of the evening I looked out over the party and saw that Sophie was slow-dancing—no, grinding—up against Todd, this waster in our year. Todd wore an ill-fitting fake leather jacket. He had greasy hair. He was kind of ugly.
I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Surely I wasn’t uglier than Todd? No, Todd was definitely uglier.
I was mystified.
Kissing
There was this other girl called Amelia. This was in college. A friend of mine had liked Amelia but, on a night out at a local club, she’s shown a strong preference for me and we’d ended up kissing.
As with Sophie, this looked to be in the bag. But again, having not learned my lesson, I chose to take things slowly. Amelia and I would hang out, go to clubs in London together. One time, when my parents were away, I got her to stay at my place for the night after we’d been out.
I was still a virgin: it was the first time I’d had a girl in bed with me. We kissed a bit, I was too scared to try to get her undressed. Then we fell asleep. Nothing happened.
It doesn’t matter, I thought to myself. I can wait. We’re getting closer to it. Soon we will have sex. Soon.
A week later I was shocked to find out Amelia was dating a guy called Rick. He was another greaser in a fake leather jacket. And we’re not talking George Clooney here, either. Rick was funny-looking, with tight curly hair and an ungainly, awkward manner.
Again, I looked in the mirror in despair. It had been going so well—how could I have messed things up so badly? Surely I was better looking than Rick?
What I failed to realise in both of these cases is that it was not physical attractiveness that was the deciding factor. Nor, by the way, was it money, since both Todd and Rick came from disadvantaged backgrounds. No, what made the difference was that both of these guys had a killer instinct that I lacked.
You see, it is the man’s responsibility—within the boundaries of consent, of course—to push the interaction in the direction of sex, not the girl’s. Yes, girls do occasionally initiate sex, but it’s rare. They expect you, the man, to lead.
I used to think that it was enough that a girl was interested in me and that I wouldn’t have to do anything else – sex would ‘just happen’. I was wrong. A girl indicating her interest may be a great start, but it’s only that: a start.
This is where game comes in because game is not a set of lines or routines: rather, it is understanding sexual dynamics and how to act accordingly, even if that requires behaviour that is not natural to you.
Had I known that it was necessary to have killer instinct and push things forward then it is likely I would have slept with both Sophie and Amelia. As it is I was forced to watch from the sidelines as other men did what I should have done myself.
There are a number of lessons in these two anecdotes, but perhaps foremost is that if you find a girl attractive you can bet your life that other guys do too. And if you see an opportunity you need to display your killer instinct and go for it.
The bottom line is that girls want to get laid too, but they respond best to men who are upfront, unapologetic and go for what they want. It’s sexier for her. Even if you’re better looking, even if she is a ‘yes’ girl, if you do nothing then she will eventually lose attraction and go for the next ruthless cad that comes along and pushes the envelope.
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This PUA stuff is what plays into feminist’s hands. Feminists love sex they hate marriage, commitment, and children. When you play their game they win.
Honestly guys, would you want your girlfriend to flaunt her anatomy in public to other men? Wouldn’t you prefer a woman who is modest in public but a tigress in your bed?
“When you play their game they win.”
So what is a man’s game then?
Change the game. Look at the way the Amish and Mennonites handle things.
Are you talking about marriage or dating?
Even if men change their lifestyle they will still have to deal with the present crop of women. Marriage worthy women are rare and you can’t turn a ho into a housewife.
The Prophet Hosea learned that one the hard way when God made him marry a prostitute as an allegory for God’s relationship with the Jews.
Hypergamous behaviour in females is a biologically ingrained lizard-brain survival mechanism 10’s of thousands of years old.
Feminism has not changed women, it has merely shown us their true nature.
This is Red Pill Gospel, my son.
Go, in peace, and fuck a lot of pussy.
Game is a tool. It can be used for good ends or for bad ends. It can be used well or it can be used badly. It can be used by a fool or by a sage.
If the goal of the game is to turn her into a good loyal woman then it’s a worthy pursuit. If it’s just to get into her panties then you are playing the game the she wants it played.
Seen Melania Trump? She used to be a model before she met her husband but notice she’s taken on a more modest persona as a mother and wife.
And notice she is very modest as First Lady.
Lol, a “good loyal woman” … that’s funny.
I just gave a fine example of a proper lady. Melania Trump.
LOL!
Test: If I can find pictures of a woman’s tits with a Google search — she isn’t a “lady.”
Yeah she had a dodgy past but she cleaned up her act. You got to give Donald credit for changing her.
A “lady” doesn’t have a “dodgy past.”
Nobody is perfect these days.
Multiple sources: She was about to leave him when he won the election (unexpectedly). So she was forced to stay.
Come on. She’s a Eastern European model. How loyal you really think she is?
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Men had more sex in 1917 than now and that was when women wore dresses that covered their ankles.
Am I alone in preferring girls in long dresses to harlots in short shorts? Something about it is just so feminine…
If you were dating a woman and found out that 10 other men had nude photos of her stored in their phones — would you find that acceptable? Would you say, “Well, nobody is perfect,” or would you have the come to the reasonable conclusion that you’re dating a fucking hoe? My kids’ mother — should I ever find her — will not have her tits and ass readily available for viewing by any other man. “Nobody is perfect,” and the all too common “Wow, judgmental much?” are just battle cries for people who are chronic fuck-ups.
There are Western girls who create FB accounts just to collect male fuck and webcam friends in order to get daily and maximum male attention.
I don’t want my children to find their mother’s tits on the Internet.
I knew a girl who used to collect betas’ phone numbers in her phone. On a Friday night she would text “I’m going to Bar X at 9 pm who wants to meet me there and buy me a drink?” Then she would wait for them to arrive and fight over her. It worked a few times. Free drinks + male attention.
There’s a girl I was friends with for a time (not my type and a bit chubby), and I’ll never forget the time I invited her out for drinks and she declined. Apparently she assumed the offer would always be there, but I bought drinks for a veteran instead and now we’re mates. She missed her one-time offer, and it fucked with her head for weeks.
A few months later, she bought me a drink.
What if the last three women on Earth were Melania Trump, Rosie O’Donnell and Madonna? Who would you want as a mate? Rosie and Madonna are representative of 95 percent of the American female population.
A playboy spread from the 60’s. Honestly, while Melania is beautiful and all, she’s a mother and well past my personal preferences on age. I’d take her in as a sort of grandmother figure, I think.
The two skanks can find their own food.
those dudes should be rounded up.
I hope you cokked her friend/sister/mother just to make the point!
POST-WALL, EX ……model.
few options really.
Uggos, not worth it.
I’ve slept with the chubby chick. I already know that shame. I have no desire to repeat it.
I’ve heard some PUAs say that after you get so many notches you will not care about a girl’s past.
I don’t relate to this at all tbh, not for serious relationships anyways.
I care more now than I have ever. With more notches comes more experience with the damage that females experience when it comes to casual sex. And that damage is irreversible. You can’t game damage for the long-term.
You know the answer just based on looks. Morals wouldn’t even come into the equation when the other two are damn near impossible to look at.
Rosie could probably lose 60-80 pounds.
If we four are the last people on earth, that’s not all she’ll lose…
Just saying that Trump turned her around which is remarkable considering he lives in a city that is female empowering. Also Trump’s kids, they could have easily wound up like the Kardashians or the Hiltons, but they are all functional adults, most of his adult children have kids.
off her head.
her body is hopeless.
…. and eat Madonna…
I’m a huge Melania Trump fan. YUGE. She’s hands-down the hottest First Lady we’ve had since Jackie Kennedy and she does a damn fine job of playing the part. But she ain’t no “proper lady” my dude.
Compare her to 90 percent of American women, she is pretty good.
I’m totally with you on that one.
Agreed. Try to lead or love the damage out of them, and you’ll fail.
I believe Gandhi said that after einning the battle of the bulge
Exactly, the more experience one gets with women, the more one comes to realize how dangerous is to be with a “lady with dodgy” past.
Women are women therefore she is likely to be as delusional as the next door girl.
I’d rather not have a son of mine having the term son of bitch applied to him not as an insult but as a faithful description of his status….
I remember a girl like that from long ago.
I told her that that a few women worth fighting for, there none worth fighting over.
Preach it, brother!!
Keep your expectations low, but keep your standards rock solid.
the double standard is astounding here. everyone’s impressed by a man who has sex with tons of women, but you guys are all repulsed by a woman who has slept with a lot of men, yet you want these women to be slutty just towards you…thats not how it works. women should be allowed to be as sexually free as men
but you expect the women to be totally fine with your “dodgy past”? not that you actually have one of course
Whatever old hag.
amen to that
As a MGTOW, you know guys like me get along with PUA like cats and dogs, BUT, I’d rather sit and listen to a PUA talk about the modern mating arena and it’s “intricacies” than some blue-pill mangina white-knight or “male feminist” ANY day of the week.
At the end of the day, Red Pill men should probably learn to agree to disagree.
I’m here to hear the voices of the younger generations of men, because I have a son that needs to learn red pill ways.
And you fellas are on the front lines.
I always enjoy Troy’s articles…. usually as much for the pictures as much as the words, but the words are good, too.
You are being very vulnerable here….good for you. I am reminded of all the stupid mistakes a younger me made. I will teach my 13 year old to always escalate and not “wait around, maybe SHE will make the first move.” Never happens. I had my best successes when escalating relentlessly.
Fortune favors the bold.
Florence, Italy. 19-yr-old jammyjaybird is there, alone. Cute Swiss girl stops him, asks to take her photo at the Ponte Vecchio. He obliges. He starts to return the camera, then pulls it back. “Come to lunch with me.” She stammers, twirls the hair. “Okay.” Six hours later, she’s naked on his bed at the pensionne.
She sent me scented pink cards for about six months afterwards. That was my first SDL and my first lesson in boldness with women.
but, uh, she approached you first
You are right. Another 17-year old guy had a similar chance in Hamburg where a blond girl who had just gotten the Abitur approached him, he blew it and wouldn’t smash pussy until years later. A shame really.
yah sure, this definitely happened
My father developed game too late in life, so he wasn’t ready to teach me what I needed to learn.
Wisdom is learning from the experience of others, so I will endeavor to make my son wise.
My father has brilliant aloof game. He just doesn’t care about much that goes on around him. It’s been successful: My mother has stayed with him for almost half a century now.
But because he moved directly from my grandfather’s house to his new wife’s house (at age 22), he was never single on his own. He never taught me anything about the dating game.
My dad is largely the same way. He has developed charisma over the course of my lifetime, but he only really dated my mother.
That’s not to say I didn’t learn a lot from my dad, but there’s a good deal I had to learn from his failures. On the plus side, I’ve shared game ideas with him and he’s added them to his version of ZFG to make my mother much easier to live with.
My father simply said:
“whatever you do for the love of god dont ever EVER get fukkin married”
…..at my wedding.
I found a best man who has sworn that he will tell me at every private opportunity how I can get out of this marriage. He promised to drive me to the wedding and point out every exit sign, then stand with me at the front of the church if I still wanted to go through with it.
Trouble is, that won’t work. I was “that best man” for a really good friend of mine. Nothing I said worked because that toxic poison called “I’m in luuuuurvvv” trumps all reason, every single fucking time.
“drive me to the wedding and point out every exit sign, then stand with
me at the front of the church if I still wanted to go through with it.”
Mine did exactly this. THATS how its done.
I’ve tried to go through this whole relationship with an eye out for any suitable replacements. I know my girl’s flaws, but she has those rare feminine qualities to a degree I’ve not yet found in other women.
Damn it all, I want a goddamn unicorn but I can settle for better-than-most.
yeah. And in my case my father was NO authority on that kinda thing. hahahahah
What gets my goat though about the whole thing? Mr. “I’m in luuuuurrrv” was at one time basically a PUA type alpha. He did the “lurv” thing and rejected all calls from me to see reason, even going so far as to threaten to disassociate himself from me. He gets married, and we lose touch. Then this last Arnold Fitness Classic he turns up walking my way with this hot little 20-something fitness model on his arm. We shook hands and his first words, his first goddamned words to me in 8+ years were “Sorry man, you were right”.
That reminds me, I need to have a long talk with an old friend of mine. He’s a down-home farmer type, quick of wit but slow to speak, strong but not flashy, and one of the few men I’d trust at my back. He’s been in a relationship with a bitchy fat uggo, and he just up and proposed a few weeks ago.
He can definitely do worse, but damned if he can’t do better.
Some people need to learn things the hard way. Glad he made it through.
Gah, I hate when guys do that shit.
The hardest part is that she’s “best friends forever” or something with my fiancee. Gonna be a trick to work this one out…
The toxic poison of “Im in love ” can be cured by the chemical reaction “what a fuckin hangover” followed stomach wrenching puke…and I cant do this right now..then run for your fuking life….
I knew of a best man who was fucking his BEST FRIEND’S bride the entire time they were engaged. I was at the wedding. I know it’s the interwebs, but this is a true story. Looking back at the three of them – her specifically – sitting at the head table of that fairy tale fucking over-priced wedding… When I found out I wanted to brand “BROS BEFORE HOES” into that guys forehead with a soldering iron. I travelled out of province to console the guy – I thought he sounded… dangerously depressed. So I went and saw him and treated him to some drunken fun and debauchery and treated women like *complete shit* everywhere we went all weekend. I even gave up a choice piece of @$$ right there in front of him to cheer him up. Snubbing her and hearing cheers from a bunch of drunk guys… it was awesome. But the best part was that his face lit up a bit, probably for the first time since his life, shit his DREAMS collapsed around him.
He said “Aw, bro, you didn’t need to do that…”
And I said: “No. No, I REALLY did.”
That moment resulted in the assembly of a drunken entourage, and we wandered the streets drunk and singing. Strangers – guys we just met – joined in on our “bros before hoes” mission.
It’s an experience I’ll never forget in this lifetime.
Scene re-enactment
This.
Always test drive before doing something more.
They only give you the keys if you escalate.
I think part of it is about responsibility. It’s like if the guy is the one to initiate sex then they feel like less of a “slut” and they can say lines like “he just said all the right things”.
So whose killer instinct will get the most girls? I’d put my money on Orchid, she can get the bisexual and lesbian girls pretty easy I’d imagine.
Exactly the advice needed in life now.
Its funny. I suspected this to be true during my brief, youthful single years, but I tried to fake it, that is I WAS the phony greaser in the leather jacket trying to act like the badass, but by and large the better girls smelled the bullshit and steered clear.
Can’t use that fake artificial grease. It has to be real grease.
Once went on a date with transmission fluid holding my hair down. Great hold, that stuff!
Misusing transmission fluid really grinds my gears.
A fake greaser needs variety
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screw squiggy…real greaser has the cigs in the rolled up t shirt sleeve.
Valerie…sweet sweet Valerie….
That ginger has a real nice thousand cock stare.
It’s that horse mouth I am looking at. You know she could suck a mean dick!!!
Cash money. Escalate or masturbate.
This is true and something that has happened to me and many others as well, especially before one had sexual experience and knew how to properly kiss, lick and fuck a girl (or several). Game has several facets and looks are one factor, whereas confidence, dark tetrad, money, social status, social skills and finding proper contexts for meeting girls are other ones. So for normal people it is like a list rather than one factor being completely dominant.
As for the personal game narrative it is often about a guy who didn’t have it and then he learned game and got plenty of girls. For me it has never been that simple and linear. I have been bold, questioned myself, then become bold again, and then shy and so on in a non-linear fashion. However, I have my best results when I am somewhere between 8-15% of body fat and focus on getting girls. Sometimes it goes more smooth but I have to really decide to do it, otherwise very little happens.
“I have my best results when I am somewhere between 8-15% of body fat”
That’s really the crux of it. A few women look for men with large muscles, true but ALL of them look for a low body fat percentage. That’s achievable 100% thru diet.
I don’t think I can make it to 8% with my build, but I maintained 15% comfortably for several years (damn you, fiancee’s baking hobby!).
I dropped under 10% 5 years ago. It was an obsession of mine. I was fucking miserable. Aside from having zero social life outside of eating and exercising I had massive headaches and felt totally devoid of energy all the time.
Some few body types can manage to survive at that weight if the diet is sufficient, but it’s essentially starvation conditions for most.
I have reason to believe that everyone has a biologically desired weight. That’s the weight that your body will naturally reach and maintain with proper diet (and exercise, but that’s not actually a factor to the desired weight). My research would suggest that it tends to be somewhere between 12% and 18% bodyfat, depending on things like how long you’ve been overweight and your bone structure (e.g. if you’re broad of shoulder and pack on muscle fairly easily, you’ll likely rest closer to 15%, while a lifelong tubbo probably won’t drop below 17% and a human rail will be comfortable closer to 12%).
yes, there are people genetically predisposed to be able to handle those lower bodyfats. I believe Brad Pitt is one of them. I think that his body works fine in that 6-8% area. Connor Murphy too (I am still holding out hope that he isn’t on gear). It seems My optimal feeling is 10-12. I feel good energy, good strength, etc etc. Once I start getting close to 15 i feel sluggish and under 10 I feel sick.
There is value to knowing your curve. I’m up closer to 18% or so, and I’m not happy – I’m sluggish and there’s a bit of fog on my mind that didn’t used to be there.
I think I’ll have to bite the bullet and go keto for a while. I know in my head how easy it is once you get started, but I just haven’t transitioned from “should” to “am” yet.
I think that is a smart move. 18% isn’t so tragic that it is ready to jump off a bridge but you certainly aren’t looking….and more importantly functioning….at your best while storing that extra fat. The initial headache (literally and figuratively) of a keto diet will pass. Once you hit ketosis and your body begins to burn fat for energy you should drop a few percent body fat pretty quickly and the difference in energy level and just overall feeling of wellness between 18 and 15% is really extraordinary. I gave myself a caliper test on Saturday though i think it is probably closer to 12-13% in reality and I feel pretty damn good right now.
I did it years ago, and it was fantastic. I used to live la vida low carb, but the carbs have been creeping into my diet more and more for the past few years.
Not so much my waistline, but my lethargy says that it’s time to bring those days back.
I think that you’re right, but having larger muscles (not freakishly large, but large enough you look like you could curb stomp a UFC fighter) AND lower body fat is like a free pass to all the pussy in the world. I get touched/brushed so much by pretty girls that if this went away in my life suddenly one day I *would* really notice it. Even the female doctor I saw recently managed to somehow get her hand on my biceps while listening to my heart rate with a stethoscope. She was young a pretty and smiled a *lot* as well. My kind of doctor.
I don’t really understand that. MMAs at even amateur level are very physical. Strength is a nice attribute, but it’s only one factor in a fight. Humans are specialists and MMAs will easily beat someone of similar size.
Did you turn and cough for her?
“to look like” not “to sincerely train most of your life in order to enter a ring and curb stomp UFC fighters”.
Yeah, being a fat sweaty guy with big muscles underneath… not so good.
Women like muscle tone.
I don’t think either gender (save for a few fetishists) like “fat”.
Ya, It can sometimes be hard for me switching from “work mode” to “game mode.” Sometimes if I’m cold it’ll get so bad that I have beta slippage come through and make me look like a simp. Maybe it’s cause I don’t have triple digit notches, but my state of mind has a huge impact on my performance
interestingly, I have very little body fat myself, due to years of gym training and fitness, and now being a dancer – has slimmed me down somewhat. I have the muscle-toned dancer look mores so closely related. I have a 29″ waistline at 39years, pushing to the 40 doors in just under 5 months. I definitely get about easier than being slightly bulkier from the gym look but saying that, I’m not as physically strong as when I was bigger at 11stone10 (I’m 14lbs lighter now) between late 20’s up to the age of 33. I have a friend who is honest, and says that I look better now being slimmer and getting into dance. I guess I have boarded the heavy weight ship for long enough, now is the running queue for the dancer ship and just medium weights at the gym.
Killer instinct is very important, no doubt about it. But I couldn’t help but think, in reading Troy’s tale of his run-ins with Sophie and Amelia, that a hidden factor might have been at play here…(drum roll)…the package sizes of the two gimps who got the goods before Troy could make his play.
I have spoken with an ungodly number of women who have openly told me that size matters, to the point where, when they are on the hunt, they will assess a guy’s package first, especially while dancing, by rubbing up against his equipment, or even out-and-out using their hands to get a determination of his size. Troy didn’t get to this stage of play as he hung back and played it cool.
But it seems to me that the two girls in question might have run into a package that they just couldn’t refuse, prior to Troy making a move, and they opted for the goods in front of them instead of waiting to see what Troy had in his game bag.
I could be wrong. But women are inveterate package-checkers, especially when they are on the hunt for sex. And that bit about Sophie grinding up against the greaser…well, that smacks of 100% package aggression on the part of Sophie. She found a package for which she had an affinity. Women are bold when confronted with sizable packages. Very bold. Sounds like these two chicks just might have been no different in that regard.
But if they hadn’t had sex with the wops yet, how would they know the package size? I mean of course unless they were bulging out like a codpiece on King Henry VIII.
a greaser does not a wop make, Angus….
I’ve always assumed based on my large cultural experience gained by watching Happy Days, that all greasers were wops?
(((Fonzie)))
I think out west it might mean Mexican, though I always took it as more of a “look” than a race. Now greaseBALL? that’s a dago.
What % of greasers are guinea wops?
We should get a grant to do a study.
Ha! King Henry and his codpiece…what a sight.
According to the women who have explained their methodology, they will get a guy aroused, then determine what he’s packing through his pants (or shorts). Women are excellent at sizing up a guy’s equipment – or so they tell me (some women do). And they do it a lot.
I was at this rooftop bar in Austin, Texas, about five years ago. This hot chick was seated at a table, and this dude, whom she had just met (he was hitting on her), was seated directly across from her. He was laying out his game rap. She slid off a shoe, lifted her foot, and pressed it up against his crotch, from under the table. I could see this, because I was sitting at a low couch, right next to their rather tall table. After about 30 seconds, she took her foot away, and got very disinterested. After the dude left I caught her eye, and she knew I’d been watching, and she smiled. (This sort of thing is really common at clubs and bars in particular.)
Dang it, right, why didn’t that occur to me. For some reason I was putting the cart before the horse in my thinking.
Women are sluts (clubs sluts, most especially). As for that cart and horse thing…it can get damned confusing. But…AWALT.
“putting the cart before the whores”
I only wish I’d thought of that first.
To be fair, I replace horse with whores in every sentence just to see if it works by default. I’ve done it ever since the first time i heard “You can lead a horticulture but you can’t make her think”
One woman told me that she could tell a big dick just by looking at a guy. I didn’t really believe her at first, but I am fairly good at picking out who can suck cock well and have a near perfect record of knowing who has a pristine waxed cunt…combined with women’s innate social IQ and tendency to be able to look past (or rather through) logic and exist in a purely emotional sense I would say it is at least possible if not probably that women can size up a dick by looking a man up and down with a fair bit of accuracy.
I believe this. There’s a reason they call confidence “balls”.
yup. Nothing is 100% but I would buy that women have fairly accurate junkdar
This. Women can tell, give or take an inch or two, in most cases
I’m an old dude, as you guys know. But I get “the look” (and a lot more) from young babes who are as much as 40 years (or more) younger than I am, at least two or three times a week (if I’m out and about, and not cloistered off in a hotel room, working on projects).
I’ve heard them say, “You’re packin’, aren’t you?” many times. Or “I like what’s in your pants” or “I like what’s in your shorts” or “Are you as big as I think you are?” Or just flat out, “Bob, do you have a big dick?” Or, the one I really, really fucking hate, “Stand sideways for a minute”. Or the other one I really hate, a girl comes up with her boyfriend, and introduces him to me, and then she tells the guy, “This is Bob, my little friend.” And then she’ll smile wickedly at the boyfriend. WTF?
This is just what they do when they think they might have access to a big one. (It’s like a GEICO commercial, “If you’re a Western slut, you are always looking for a bigger, badder dick – it’s what you do.”)
+1 for henry’s codpiece
Lots of idiots do the “he was insecuuuuuuure” thing, but I don’t think so. They were fairly prevalent in all of his clothes, that large protruding dick-piece, and he was king of fucking England and didn’t have to prove anything to anybody. Hell if he’d had a small dick he still would have been sitting pretty and any woman in England at the time would have fucked him blind at his command. I actually think the dude was likely severely endowed. Kings in those days, hell people in those days, didn’t have the same mindset as we have now.
His suits of armor crack me up to see. Heh.
his shoulder thingees were the shit.
kids even? back then?
Man, I hate to say it, but most women are into size above all else, when it comes to sex. Doesn’t matter what the era is. I’d like to think they were more cerebral than that, but…after hearing shit-tons of club girls, and strippers, and just women in general from all walks of life talk about it – size is all that matters when it comes to sex (for most women, not all). Many women have told me over the years that they could care less if a guy is ugly, so long as he is packing and knows how to use it. So in most cases it’s the cold, hard (ha!) truth, I’m afraid…
this is impossible…i’ve heard it said from a certain bandit of the prunus persica persuasion, that it is the ability to score highly on standardized tests and not penis size, bone structure or sex appeal that women are attracted to.
ONLY if the test taker is Asian.
Took a few seconds to look that up. Somehow that made it funnier.
Oh yeah. It’s always the standard bullshit list of “What I want in a guy.”
1) Intelligence
2) Sense of humor
3) Good listener
4) The guy has a job (of any kind at all, just so long as he’s employed, she’s okay with it)
They rotate those around, in order of alleged importance, depending on the cunt in question. They do this to provide cover, and mask the fact that they aren’t gold-digging, big-cock-loving sluts, just as they lie about the number of sex partners they’ve had. (Which is usually “seven” – I have heard this one more often than any other number. And I always think, “Seven…yeah…last night.”)
In reality, their real “wish list” is the following:
1) Big money
2) Big dick
3) Good body
4) Any of the first four I listed above, in the first fake list, all of which are secondary in importance to the “Big Three”.
Face isnt important, only for show to their girlfriends. The guy could look like the fucking Elephant Man in the face, but if he’s hung and/or has money, he’s going to get in the end zone, no doubt about it.
I always find it funny when girls list off their sexual partners but leave off any and all female interactions and non-vaginal intercourse. I mean, if you know that a girl is openly bisexual and you know about her drunken ONS’s with female friends and/or guy friends, are you supposed to just accept “um…seven”?
…then you have no excuse not to get her drunk and arrange a threesome with her hot friends.
Every cloud has a silver lining, brother. Every single one.
I think you are exactly right with everything but face in which you are only half right. Face is unimportant unless it is at the extremes. It it is is incredibly ugly there is going to need to be massive compensation and there can be a little lax nature if it is the kind of traffic stopping handsome that some men pull off. Don’t underestimate the importance of what is to show for their girlfriends. average or a little below average or a little above average is the same. But ugly and 10/10 are different.
Oh, I’m not complaining. At the very least, it dries up her excuses when you have a fling with some hot young thing.
“Remember the time you sucked off your friend Dindu Nuffins while I was out of town? Then didn’t even have the guts to tell me – I found out a year later from a friend?”
“Well…well…it’s still wrong!”
With the right frame, you could coast on that stuff for a very long time.
I have gotten so jaded after listening to the same bullshit over the years – in the face of mountains of evidence to the contrary, of the type that you pointed out – that as soon as she says, “Seven”, I chalk her up as being a whore with a massive notch count and then I decide if I want to sample the goods or just pass. I usually just pass. I think there was a study done about the average number of sexual partners of men, versus women, that was done a couple decades back. Men averaged over 15, and women averaged around seven (shock). Somebody was obviously lying here. Men tend to exaggerate the number of partners they have, but in a scientific, anonymous study they would be much less inclined to do so. Whereas, women would lie about what they ate for lunch, just as a matter of habit. Women lie when they participate in sexual surveys, because they think it might not be completely anonymous. They protect their bullshit cover stories like misers protect their gold – because it’s all they have.
Approval of their friends is very important. But behind closed doors, it doesn’t mean…um…dick.
…. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.
Bush: Whatever you want.
Grab ’em by the pussy. You can do anything.
Yep. Women are star-fuckers above all else. They will fuck a star in a heartbeat; the other guys, even those with money and a decent package; even their own husbands or boyfriends; forget it, they are history, their pants are coming off for the star.
That I buy 100%. Fame (the ultimate social proof) is Grade A Spanish fly to a girl.
The weirdest to me is the ‘fan girls’ of convicted serial killers. I … just … don’t….
Brevik. Check out his fan mail. It’s online. Dude shoots up a whole mess of kids, and he gets love letters from legit hot girls.
I have a low enough opinion of people in general that I will avoid reinforcing my perception in that way, I need to always look on the bright side of life.
I think I posted my story here about a star I had an encounter with years ago. Anyway I was fucking/seeing this chick, we used to hang out at this after-hours club in Bradenton, Florida. And this well-know rock star used to go in there and drink sometimes. I got to know him, we’d go out and smoke pot in the front of the joint sometimes. Etc. Anyway, this girl, one night she said the rock star had asked her to go home with him. And he wanted to know (the rock star did) if that was okay with me. I asked her if it was okay with her. She said it depended on what I thought about it. I told her she should do what she wanted to do, because she was going to do it anyway. So she wound up going home with him. She wasn’t my girlfriend so it wasn’t a big deal, and I was kinda proud of it in a weird way. But when she came around to try and get with me again, I passed on it. She was crushed. Hey, yeah, fuck a star, that’s great, but that doesn’t mean that you should expect everything else to remain as it was prior to the event, because it just won’t be. But hey, women will fuck the star and fuck everything else up in the process. It’s just how they are wired.
That’s probably for the best. It is seriously depressing how many really attractive women are fawning on him.
I’ve read a lot of true crime stuff, things by FBI profilers out of curiosity about what drives serial killers etc. Intellectually I understand, yet at some level I truly don’t. Like a parent killing their own kid to get back at an ex, I just don’t..
I know the ‘fan girls’ of killers exist, just don’t get it, yet that kind of fame still has an impact on them.
I agree partly with hipponax on the face thing, ive been called ugly on numerous occasions and I sense the seething hatred from almost all women in general now when my “face” is present. Also, ive been subject to the gingerism thing on many occasions. Even at social dances, I sense mostly hatred in general. Not like I go for any other reason other than to dance, but I come from the extreme end of ugly yet people tell me I’m not ugly (I must be nearer the bottom lookswise to elicit what I do)
I think it goes in this order:
1. Star
2. Big dick
3. Big money
4. Killer instinct
5. Good Looks
There are only a few really Big Deals to a woman. I think that about wraps it up. Although, I forgot to add this one: Most women want a guy who believes their bullshit and never questions it. Because they want to continue to ride the carousel while having a relationship. (They want to have it all.) That one should probably be in the Top 6 or so, although they typically try to work on a guy until he embraces that philosophy, after they lock him down first. Ah, the sweet little darlings…
Case in point – Rasputin
He was an unkempt vagabond who was known for his poor hygiene and foul breath during Czarist Russia. But he was better known for the size of his cock. He was a rockstar with the bitches hosting orgies and what not. It is even claimed that one museum has his foot long, pickled penis forever kept in a jar for all to admire.
Big cock. Wins everytime.
And that guy is called your Beta. He who turns a blind eye to his woman’s transgressions instead of chastising her. Because only a guy with very little to no experience at all with women would believe them.
He should really be there at the bottom of the list.
He also had connections to the Romanov family which made most people in pre revolutionary popular but point taken
You are definitely not Lolknee.
Bob, I agree with you on most things.
But I disagree totally about a mans face not being important.
Chicks like to show off a handsome guy.
I don’t mean rugged handsome.
So good looking its actually pretty
…
Real truth: I’m very handsome.
Seriously elite attractiveness.
Chicks will just stare at me .
When I was younger, chicks asked me if my mom was a model.
It seemed really weird to me at the time. I thought they were shit testing for mommy issues.
…
Truth is, face, body, dick, and money all matter.
Which is most important is really about whatever a man has that he can play to his strengths.
..
For a young handsome guy, money isn’t all that important for getting vag.
..
An older guy who’s maybe average looking better have money or giant schlong if he wants good vag often.
The only issue with #2 is how you prove you have a big dick. One cannot just go flailing it around in polite society.
The hell you can’t!
Heh
You have a point there. What was I thinking?
I love watching connor murphy show the true colors of women
That says it all. Now imagine how they react when seeing a large schlong. They get even more excited…that shit is funny as fuck, man. I laughed all the way through the first two minutes I watched. Will watch the rest of it now (because it really shows you how women are). Thanks!
It is so great. His whole youtube channel is just him showing up to places, taking off his shirt and watching women just fucking drool over him
he literally walks up to strangers on the street, takes his shirt off, hands them his phone and says “is that worth a number” so great.
If the energy is right (i.e. you’ve worked your game and have at least enough of the truly desired attributes), you can get the same reaction from sweeping her off her feet and carrying her around.
Of course, that isn’t as much a foot in the door as cheese-grating abs and visible muscle.
He’s doing mankind a great service here. I think he knows that, too. (Or I’d like to think he does.)
That’s how it works. It’s not all about looks but when you get to that kind of level, with that build and amazing good looks (no homo), clearly he doesn’t even have to do a lot but show up. On the other hand, just popping off the shirt and handing a chick a phone expecting a number shows an amazing amount of confidence so that probably helps as well.
yup. There are a lot of factors that go into things but the absolute top 1% can do whatever they want and the absolute bottom 1% can’t do a fucking thing
There was one telling moment in the video above. Connor has kind of a loose fitting tshirt that happens to be a break away and goes up to a woman and says “give me 5 seconds to convince you to give me your number” she says yes and he just pulls off his shirt. Her mouth goes immediately into a mix of woah and insert penis here. She says “i wasn’t expecting that” and he says “what you were expecting a normal body” and she said “no i was expecting you to say something” he looks down at his own body, points at himself and says “why would i say anything when i look like this…so was that worth a phone number” she grabbed his cell phone to put her number in quicker than a fat kid grabs free candy
It’s hilarious and pathetic at the same time! My favorite is at 12:46 – he’s talking to the girl with her sucker boyfriend sitting with her – priceless. I wonder how many of these Ho’s, I mean “fine young ladies” would be willing to actually accompany him to the gym or enjoy eating salmon and asparagus as opposed to going to happy hour at Chili’s for $2.99 fried cheese sticks and Margaritas…
He has a few videos where he has someone film him go on tinder dates. It is priceless. His go to move is to get a sugar free frozen yogurt with the girl, then play pool and then go swimming.
here is another.
watching the whores in this video never fails to make me laugh
Women: Shallow as a wading pool, fickle as a two-dollar whore, worthless as tits on a bull for anything except fucking…yeah. That’s what he’s showing with these videos. Good for him!
Yeah, he really is doing gods work. That said, I am pretty fucking shallow myself.
Shallowness rules when it comes to pussy, doesn’t it.
But you know what. You put that guy on the street, next to a guy who’s obviously rich, and another guy who’s obviously packin’, and the results of that one would be interesting. My guess is, the women respond to the aesthetically pleasing guy because it’s an obvious merit badge (especially if they are in the company of other females) and an opportunity for their own aesthetics to be validated. “Look! He came up to me! Of course I’ll give him my number.” But in the case of the other two guys, women would want to give them their number to a much greater degree, but on the sly, most likely. The other two types of men would stand out even more, in her mind.
I sense this is true, because of just one example that I will relate here (of many). So I’m at a bar a couple weeks back. This hot girl is a waitress. She has openly flirted with me, especially when not too many people are around. So she comes out on to the patio of this bar a while back, and there are some people she knows out there (younger guys and girls). She talks to them, then she comes over to me. And she gives me the eye, like she always does, and I say something like, “We both know this going to happen, give me your number.” And she leans close and says, “Bob, come inside and I’ll give it to you.” See, she didn’t want her pool of suitors and her posse to know she was interested in an older guy who has a couple of attributes she covets. Which I totally understand. Because that would make her a shallow, gold-digging, cock-hungry slut. But it proves my point. I have this happen frequently.
I’m thinkin’, in the case of the guy who does these videos, yes, he exposes women for what they are – but only partially. Down deep, he doesn’t expose that part. If a guy driving a Maserati gets out of his car and hits on those women, he’ll get more numbers than anybody else would (meaning a rich guy would get the most). A guy who is packing will get the second most. And the aesthetically pleasing guy with the great body will get the third most.
But I’ll go farther than that, and predict that the guy with the money, those girls will answer his call more readily. Followed closely by the guy who is packing. And the aesthetically pleasing guy will be a distant third. Meaning the girls in those videos respond openly, SOLELY because it’s a merit badge of physicality, it’s a validation of their own esthetics – the hot guy asked ME for my number. The drooling response, the overt approval they show, that’s just based on visual appeal and the chance for them to be The Girl He Hit On (so they can show their girlfriends photographic proof, etc.). So they can win the instant-gratification/validation prize.
This would be hard to prove, but it makes sense, I think…
Hmmmmm….I wonder. I have legitimately hot girls offer me their numbers fairly frequently, and I mean without me asking. I’ve even had at least two bikini/fitness models ask an in-common friend to introduce me to them. Now I don’t project wealth (although I am quite well off, but I don’t dress like Thad Snodgrass III or anything). I am pretty jacked, and I’m tall, and peg pretty good on the “rugged good looking” meter I’m told. Maybe they see the “packin’” part like Hipponax suggests with their Girly Magic? Dunno. Happens a hell of a lot though.
I’m thinkin’ it’s your overall frame, build, game, projection of wealth (even though it isn’t overtly noticeable) and the idea that you are most likely packing as well. (I don’t always try to think like a woman, but when I do, I just eliminate rationality and accountability – Jack Nicholson). That being said, there are no absolutes. Some women respond to different cues, but mostly, they like money, dick, and then there’s the rest of it.
I guess the point is, what do they really want. Behind closed doors.
In public, they get validation by approaching an attractive man and getting his number. It’s a merit badge. In private, well…they want money and dick, in the vast majority of cases. The bigger the better. They will kill another woman over a guy who has either of those things. Not so much over a guy who is aesthetically pleasing, but lacking in the Big Two commodities.
Fair enough. I’m not sure what you mean by projection of wealth though. I’m in jeans, tight black t-shirts that more often than not feature skulls, western boots and a western hat. Nothing there overtly fancy, in fact, it’s kind of redneck in a biker way. But maybe I’m not quite seeing the big picture and maybe it’s coming out some other way?
Yeah but with your intellect and charm (which is obvious even in a writer’s venue like this one), they pick up on those types of things. So you project “Here’s a major prospect.” And you’re only 50, you young pup. Good on you, hope you bang a couple on your birthday…
As an aside here. You know, in the end they never have what they want. I had a girl last summer who gave me the standard “I like what’s in your shorts” line. (Can’t they think of anything original.) Well she starts talking about her ex-boyfriend. He had a big dick, but he was boring in bed. Always wanted to do it missionary style. She wants to be thrown around, as if by a gorilla.
It’s like that meme somebody posted a week or so back here, with Superman in bed, snoring, and this hot girl, sitting on the edge of it, saying something like, “Why can’t I find a good one?” It’s like that. Even if a guy has money it would be like that. “Oh, gosh, I’m so happy, I got a guy with money.” And then they’d get bored and start dissecting the guy and enumerating his flaws in their minds. Pump and dump. Sheesh.
That’s the BBD. A friend of mine used to tell me that all women are always looking for the Bigger, Better Deal. If she’s got a husband with 12% body fat, vice president of the company, with a 4 bedroom house… well, there is going to be part of her wishing for a husband with 10% body fat, president of the company, and a 5 bedroom house. Its just that innate hypergamy. AWALT.
We couldn’t agree more on this topic. It’s just a damned fact of fucking life…
It’s interesting when you’re the aesthetically pleasing guy and you’re invited to the club with some of those super rich types. Now nobody in the West would call me “Arnie”, but here in China I stand out as a fit, well dressed, good looking white guy (with a rugged maintained beard, no less) I tend to stand out among my affluent but boring counterparts.
So the girls will flock over and be interested in my buddies (and their Extra Old Henessy) and after five minutes will turn their attention on me after seeing that I keep their company.
There was a girl I thought was legitimately funny but I let her leave with my buddy, the next morning she messaged me why I didn’t “look” after her.
I told her I’d already stolen two beautiful girls from him, and I couldn’t take three in a row.
They do play their little games, don’t they. They will usually respond initially to the overtly good-looking guy, and go for the validational merit badge (“He’s flirting with me, my friends think he’s cute, I win.”) But all the while they will be looking for – a) big money, and b) big dick). When they think they have spotted one or the other, they will gravitate in that direction or wait for the guy to make a move, usually by giving him “the look” (and I know you know what I’m talking about here).
Women are most especially likely to overtly pursue the big dick when they are on vacation or out of town on business.
Case in point, a buddy of mine in Dallas, Texas, who was a mobster, had a cover job as a bartender. This guy had a legendary cock. I never had the displeasure of seeing it, but it was well known around parts of North Texas and several other counties in the Lone Star State. So he had this keychain, which he left on the bar every night, so all the girls could see it, and on it was a little plaque, that read, “Harry Monster” (his first name was Harry). This guy was fat, doughy and ugly. Nobody except a few close friends of his knew he was a mobster. And yet, girls would hang out at the bar, two deep, waiting to see which one of them would be “lucky enough” to be invited to hang out with him after the bar closed, so he could fuck them in the ass on the hard, linoleum floor, right out in the middle of the bar area. He actually kept knee pads behind the bar for these after-hours hookups (I shit you not.) And he would pull them out at various times, during his bar shift, as the sluts surrounding him got drunker, and he’d nod at some of them, while holding up the knee pads, “Maybe you? Maybe you. No…” Etc.
One night, this woman walks into the bar, she was from out of town. I recognized her, but couldn’t recall her name. She was some semi-famous Hollywood actress who had appeared in Magnum P.I., and other late 1980s TV shows. She comes up to the bar while ugly, fat Harry is working, and he’s wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt. She locks her eyes on his package. Finally, he comes over and asks her what the hell she wants (he was a totally rude, callous jerk, which made him even more attractive to most cunts). She said, “What do I want? I am across the street in the hotel, I’m in room 218 (or whatever it was), and you can knock on my door anytime tonight after you get off work, and I will fuck your brains out.”
True story. AWALT.
Damn, sounds like there should’ve been a permanent “wet floor” sign around that bar. It’s true that dick trumps all.
I have a similar friend to yours called Manny- owns a pizza shop and tells girls he’s Italian, though he’s really from Costa Rica.
One day me and some mutual friends go to his shop to enjoy a mediocre pepperoni, and it suddenly strikes me how many blondes are in the place fidgeting with their hair. When I return from taking a piss I try talking to the hottest one who can’t give me the time of day, I laugh at her as I walk away and me and my friends leave. A few days later at a party I bump into Manny and he tells me that he never has less than 3 a week, and he makes them wait in the shop and they have to buy a pizza or he tells them to fuck off. Without them he would break even, with them he’s making some serious paper.
Ha, that’s an awesome story about your buddy Manny. In terms of one-night stands and animal lust, nothing trumps the big cock in a woman’s eyes as you and I both know. All the dudes who talk about frame, clothing, cologne, looks, being jacked – they are going to come up second, every single time, in the face of a big dick, whenever they are out on the prowl for sex, in the eyes of all the women who are likewise on the prowl for sex. Relationships are different, money trumps dick there. But for sex – nope. The big cock rules the roost.
I don’t know, I’m pretty hot, have a big dick(have to order condoms from Germany, as the FDA has a limit on condom width), and I don’t get laid much. Of course, I have several severe mental illnesses, and issues talking to people. Also, busy as hell with college, taking some pretty high level math and chemistry courses.
I don’t really do much approaches, but I see plenty of women staring at me at my campus rec center when I’m working out. For now, finishing my degree is more important than anything else.
I don’t know about that, young man. Women want the big dick. They don’t care what comes along with it. They do in public. They might act disinterested because they care what their friends think. They care how they are perceived. But if I were you, I’d start flat-out asking any hot bitch who stares at you for her number. You just might be surprised. But…if you are committed to finishing that degree without distractions, hey, do what you have to do. I totally get that. But you might be selling yourself (ahem) short. My point being you just might be missing out, when you don’t have to miss out. Dick trumps everything. IMHO.
Well, I had 5 really hot girls in my Organic lab years ago that were constantly hitting on me, two asked me out. One was my lab partner, who was on the college volleyball team. She kept saying I should come with her to practice after lab. I was painfully shy, and never took her up on that. (that was also when I was 165 and working out constantly, as I mentioned earlier).
I’ve honestly blown plenty of opportunities over the years, not that it really bothers me. I became a lot more outgoing for awhile, but the last few months, things got pretty bad again. I used to hit on girls at the gym(not while they were working out), and got good responses, now I barely look at people.
I was deployed in early 2004, that kind of screwed me up for awhile, things are slowly getting better, though. I’ve been in and out of college for years, kept dropping out for medical reasons. Made it a lot harder, because I had to come back and take Calculus 2 and other classes like that cold, from a 2-3 year break with no studying.
I’ve also decided to get a second degree in Geology, because my last two classes are spring only(first BS is Materials Chem and Polymers). Not sure if I want to go for the Master’s after I graduate, or work on the second degree.
And the condom thing is a pain, the company is trying to get approval to sell in the US, right now I order them off amazon, they take two weeks to ship, and are pretty expensive(relatively). It takes some planning so I always have some on hand. I can use a couple of kinds from Walgreens in a pinch, but it isn’t nearly as good.
I was just thinking about something here. Maybe it will give you food for thought. Women embrace their own mental illnesses – like ADHD, PTSD, being bipolar, being sexually abused, etc. – and they wear them proudly like merit badges. And they also like to fix guys…
So I’m thinking if you were to start being upfront with them about your own issues, to the point of maybe making those issues known early on in any conversations you have with them, you might find that they will be very sympathetic. Plus, they are likely to compare notes with you about their own medical/mental problems.
I think you can turn that into it a win/win pussyfest. You already have the one valuable thing that most guys don’t have. I’d be playing up my issues and probing women about their own issues, and seeing what happens. Good luck with all of that, in any event. They’re just vaginas, anyway. Plenty to be had later on after you start making money…
That might work, though the shit is more of a millstone than a merit badge. Most of the people that do the mental illness victim thing, especially women, probably don’t have it. This shit sucks.
I’m trying to succeed despite all of it, but with women, I might try that.
And yeah, not too concerned about women now, and that helps. If the opportunity comes up and I’m in the mood, I’ll probably go for it.
Lol, that’s some second rate trolling.
Sure bud.
Man, you are so full of shit your eyes are brown. But then again every guy on ROK is so full of shit it isn’t even funny.
Bob Smith: “I’m superman, basically.”
Doesn’t matter if you believe me, some guys here know me in real life, I have nothing to gain by lying when they can come out and tell the truth, n’est-ce pas?
Now THAT was awesome! Makes me want to start working on getting fit.
he is one of those guys who is an asshole in just the way i enjoy. I am actually quite a fan of his.
When I’m in the club dancing with a girl I make it a point to take her hand and put it on my dick.
After you’ve had your hands on her ass dancing face to face spin her round and pull her into your body. Take her hair and move it in front of her shoulder (left or right, season to preference). After no more than 30 seconds take her hand and place it onto your package she’ll whimper and smile like a Cheshire Cat.
After that the game is yours.
Whew. Thank God I am hung like a small Mediterranean donkey.
It’s not just about looks, for women. The visual, that’s mainly a guy thing. We want the ’10’ exterior.
I want a 7.5 with an insatiable thirst for [email protected] who loves anal.
I’ll let the alpha-boys chase the 10’s with all their narcissism and histrionics.
I have a huge fucking wanker. It’s called the Death Star.
That’s how Star Wars could have been made into a 10 minute movie. Have Princess Leia flat out smirk and sneer “Big death star I see. Guess you’re compensating for something, Vader”. Show over.
It’s a telescoping iwank, ok? With the accelerator pumps on it’s almost like the real thing. Who am I trying to kid 🙁
I see your schwartz is as big as mine….now let’s see how well you — handle it
Use the fallus Luke, use the fallus!
Where’s the Vinny Pringo cameo?
“Faint heart never won fair lady”
– ‘Rosalynde’, Thomas Lodge, written in 1588. But he may have been quoting one of Ghandi’s earlier incarnations.
A more modern variation, “No balls, no blue chips”
I had an awful losing streak with beach game yesterday. Some days it stings. Amazing how rejection really tests your mettle and balls. The killer instinct can get lost of you run home with your tail between your legs
Better to live with the failed attempts than the regret of having failed to make the attempts.
No guts, no glory.
Back in my beta days, I would deeply regret not approaching for hours after pussing out. Always felt better in some way when an approach goes bad verses getting cold feet.
The what-ifs in life- if only I’d-….., I think are harder to live with in the long run.
Learn not to take them personally, but rather as opportunities to examine what you did wrong in your approaches. There’s not a girl on God’s green earth except your mother and your daughter worth giving a damn about at more than a superficial level.
There was a scene in the first highlander movie where Sean Connery was talking about making a dashing entrance through a window into a harem in order to whisk away a girl he had fallen in love with. She wasn’t there, and another character asked him what he did, he said “Why, I turned to the girl who was there. She was quite….helpful”.
It takes time. The important part is continuing to go up to the plate and take your swing. After enough time, you’ll forget about the girl who rejects you before she even turns her back and walks away.
Keep it up man.
Exactly. The primal fear that comes up is always a refreshing brutal reminder that nature commands all. I have tons of notes on my notes app about my approaches, but having losing days makes the winning days all the better. Ya it can be frustrating getting nuked from orbit 5+ times when you know you can get girls, but if you were a game god then where would the fun in improving be?
Would you add wife to that list of women?
Given the divorce rates in the modern world, are you kidding me?
I am assuming the wife is not a slut or out to divorce rape you. I hold my wife in the same category as any woman in my family.
It is good because with such respect comes great expectation, I expect her to fill her role and she knows she is better off
Dude, there were nights in my 20’s (20 years ago) I got SHUT DOWN (and hard, and nasty) by some Barbie bitch-face with a hate on for men. I felt like going home and getting wasted on Jack Daniels. But, no, I waited patiently and refused to leave before closing time. On a couple of occasions, I got the prize AFTER being shut down.
A real hunter knows prey getting away is just part of the game. A real hunter observes how the prey got away. An experienced hunter knows some prey was *meant* to get away.
reading this article, i dont know, i still think looks make a big difference. granted, if you’re hesitant for a very long time, it will eventually work against the man. But trust me, I have actually been called physically ugly and horrible by millions of females growing up. Ive been seen as the poster boy for laughter and fits of sickness acts by women, – my hair colour has subject me to ridicule also.
I have never had offers from anyone who was even remotely ok looking. I’;ve had to settle for 4/10 due to no options on one or 2 occasions, and despite confidence coming naturally after a while, they were still glad to see the back of me, and trust me, it wasn’t due to lack of instinct, though then saying that, I didn’t go round looking like some murdering psychopath with a 6-shooter in my pocket walking like john wayne, or did I go round acting like a big tough beer swilling thug 😀
at least this writer had opportunities and was very close to dampening the tool so to speak. I’ve never even had 1 7/10 or 6.5/10 option either. Even now as a dancer, I see only seething hatred towards me really from women in general. I admit being shy doesn’t help matters any but then when you are bullied by both genders, the damage extent becomes infinite. Looks play a huge part but so does STATUS…. Not any man can just go up to someone and use that instinct etc. Some men are just seen as ugly weirdos solely for the way they look and his genetic. I’m one of those men! Been subjected to being a weirdo status my entire life, has brought me to where I’m at today. A pending dancer, with a creative writing element to me, with philosophical ideas (probably the best thing I have ever done)
But it is also worthy of note, women want kids someday, whereas I despise them. I want no part of being stuck with becoming a parent. So maybe being ugly and autistic has served me for the best, plus I don’t have to worry about std’s, as I saw how vile most of those women were from a young age, and also very promiscuous they were.
Troy was referring to men in the normal looks range, not repulsive freaks like you.
There are incel forums that I’m sure you’re aware of.
Guys that don’t pass the looks threshold can’t conceive of how behavior matters because they’ve never even had the opportunity to really interact with a woman.
at least you’re honest enough to boldly state that I’m that visually impaired facially. I’d sooner be tfl than risk std’s mind. But at least show the world what you look like if you’re going to say that others are grotesque. Otherwise, have a nice day!
Do you dance for a career? I would have thought that to be an “in” due to the amount of faggots who dance you being straight would be a novelty at least?
I don’t buy your ugly freak poor me story, if a a man is moderately successful in life, has some status and looks after himself he can find a good woman.
You say you are an ugly weirdo looking guy and for some reason I’m picturing a fat man but you dance as a career so you must be in decent physical condition?
I’m just saying, if by “dancer”, this guy means “Chippendale” who makes his living doing the depraved horny bachelorette party circuit, I would expect him to be in more than decent shape. And while in itself is no guarantee that pussy will be crushed, it’s a good opening statement.
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thanks for the response. I’m not a professional career dancer, though I’m considering the transition as many people have asked if I’m trained in the past which must tell me something. I’m actually in muscle toned shape, with 29″ waist line, and gym cut from many years of training. and I tend to eat healthily.
Not intending to sound poor me or anything though in fairness. Maybe it Is slightly exaggerated but I have been through those experiences. I do have mild autism however. I have been accused of being bent for being a male dancer though in actual fact and this is by mostly women believe it or not, don’t get me wrong, the uk has that typical mentality of hostility towards men who dance often but I’m refusing to allow them to beat me.
It is NOT your looks chris. You could be short and ugly like Danny de vito and still own it.
Your problem is in your head.
You are a “dancer” with “philosophical ideas”. – I am not writing this to offend you or put you down even more. BUT you are a weak pussy. A faggot of epic proportions. THAT is your problem.
” I didn’t go round looking like some murdering psychopath with a 6-shooter in my pocket walking like john wayne”
Here you saw the solution. But you are too weak and too afraid to touch it. Handsome is not the key. Beeing a badass motherfucker who looks like a mudering psycho and plays with his 6-shooter in the bar. THAT is the guy women want.
Do you know why?
Because he has got balls. He is strong. He knows it. He shows it. I gives a fucking rats ass about rules or other people because he doesnt fucking care. He dont have too. HE IS STRONG in body and mind. He loves to fight. He tasted his own blood multiple times and he enjoys smashing his fist into some faggots face. Make it as ugly as his own.
In short: He is a man.
You on the other hand are a boy. A girlish boy who (I bet) didnt have a real father when it counted most. Get some spine and grow some balls dude. Starting to lift and learning some self defense would be good first steps.
when you talk to me in a respectful way then I will listen but until then go and die of a cancerous disease I’m not a faggot. I hope you die of fucking cancer
if I want to be a dancer, I will be a fucking dancer!!! its fuck all to do with you what I do with my life. I’m not going to turn into a bully to please others! and I do the gym often so fuck off with your insults you piece of scum
“You will be a hot dancer!!”
–Brandon Boyd
hehe! well, I try my best to be at least a very good dancer, adding in some of my own choreography in there with a story telling aspect to the set music that is playing at those moments in time 🙂
some women over 50 have said I’m a hot dancer but being realistic – I’m in my late 30’s so anything over 40 is too old. I dance because I love music however, though I wish I’d known this 20 years ago admittedly.
and you are a cancerous piece of shit. had you spoke to me with an array of respect then I would have listened but since you can only call me a faggot then I wish cancer on you and that you die of it suffering. I’m a faggot for being a dancer? typical mentality of a scumbag. Your type are the most cancerously vile creatures and sum up the typical wannabe thug mentality of the westernised world.
most women are also cancer, and trust me, I can be nasty if provoked but will walk away from it unless I have no other choice. I already go the gym!
You dont deserve my respect.
You are acting like a bitchy girl who cant take any form of truth. The life you have is exactly the life you did build for yourself. You simply cant handle anything better.
as I stated with any luck, you’ll die of cancer and suffer cripplingly with it.
and those close to you will also for being brain dead enough to have anything to do with you.
I hope your blood line die of it also
last comment you will receive from me, lets hope your entire family fucking dies either in a fire or of crippling cancer for creating a cancer tumor such as yourself and hope some whore gives you an incurable std.
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Once she likes you you basically have license to do whatever you want, the bolder the better. She’ll say something like ‘wow you’re very forward’ and then fuck your brains out.
For any young entrepreneurs out there reading this, put pussy at the bottom of your priority list. Focus on succeeding. It’s okay to learn game and I encourage it but you should be working 16 hours a day everyday. If you’re letting pussy interfere with that then you’re doing it wrong. Also there’s a belief that once you have that success pussy will just come flooding in. This isn’t true either. Without game you will be limited to lowest gold diggers the earth has to offer. You will be limited to the type that pursue you and treat you as a servent. What the fuck is the point of money and power if you’re letting someone treat you like that. Learn game in your spare time and apply what you’ve learned in business and you can pick out the bitch you want and have her treat you like her master.
100% Correct Gene, get your Priorities straight!!!
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Well Troy…. for every girl you see with the guy “uglier” than you…. there’s 3 girls who ditched you for the good looking and/or rich.
I have been all three in those situations. The girl rubber necking to see who’s driving the flashy car while holding my bicep. The girl pretending not to stare at the adonis as I spoiled her. And a few times she goes for the lesser looking guy as I wondered why. The last case is just lack of showed interest. Or lack of escalation. And that is what you should have called the article. Put all three guys in competition and they go for the guy in the order I mentioned. (Unless she has money (daddy or sugar daddy) and she prefers to get a looker to show off to friends).
No girl likes to make the actual escalation. I see girls buying handsome Abercrombie guys drinks and then pouting after they chat for 2 minutes, then he leaves. Talking to them after seeing that situation is a 50/50 shot as she now feels defeated for not getting what she wanted. You are plan b. If and only you are free from your ego, you will attempt the approach.
So Troy, since you didn’t escalate, she went for plan b. Maybe you should rename the article?
Side note – Those good lookers who have no game…. don’t have any bc they don’t need it. I had a friend just like that. I told him if he only ‘tried’ a little he would get almost anything. How do you make a lion a ferocious hunter when he’s fed around the clock?
No guts no glory.
Indeed.
I only once tried boldness while I was in India and it almost led to a restraining order against me.
Never again. (and that wasn’t even in the Anglobitch world)
Tell this to Hugh Hefner.
Yes and no. Some have natural game followed by good (which helps) or average looks, some have money as compensation for whatever. What matters is attitude. But money is ultimate aphrodisiac in this day and age above all else.
The true hierarchy for having women “fall” for you quickly:
1) Being rich and wanting to spend it.
2) Tall with killer looks.
3) Okay looks, killer body with tattoos.
4) Game / confidence / attitude.
5) Being “dangerous”.
6) Great in bed reputation.
7) Humorously caustic.
8) Being very stylish / trendy.
9) Family / university / social pedigree.
10) Being interesting / smart / kind / thoughtful / honest / reliable.
*Any level can neutralize (but not cancel out) up to 2 levels above it in some situations. For example, good game practiced by an okay looking guy of average height can neutralize a tall, handsome guy with no game, but not lead to an outright advantage. Money (or spending habits) will often be the deciding factor.
Nothing get more looks than money.
It’s hard to beat rich and good-looking. Of course, that doesn’t prevent her from divorcing you.
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I like that Troy is revealing his vulnerable part. It is good concept to remember. Younger me got the same experience. I lost very pretty YES girl to another man because inexperieced me and I was acting really slowly….