UPDATE: Video added
Here’s some more facebook chat. This girl was a street pickup on my third day in Croatia who then went off to collect her two friends and returned for an instant date. It went ok but she’s mostly unavailable for the boyfriend and we never had a day 2. So this is Long Game. The first chat was two days after the instant date, while I was still in Croatia:
Me – oh no! it’s her!!!!!
Her – hahahaha… and what are you going to do now? xd
Me – I thought first I’ll say some simple things to relax you [I’m in a funny mood so I go into a weird meta-game]
Her – oke..I’m listening..xd tell me…
Me – Then when you are relaxed, I’ll make a couple of jokes
Her – haha..oke..
Me – Then I’ll gradually include some sexual innuendo
Her – haha
Me – Then, when you are quite excited, I’ll arrange our date
Her – hahah..I told you that I have a boyfriend.. [this is where I decided it’s gonna have to go to Long Game]
Me – You’re not gonna be my girlfriend. I’m only here one week [but I try to go the Short route anyway]
Her – I know that..hahah..but he’s gonna be mad if he find out that I’m meeting somebody else…
Me – That’s his problem. Anyway, by the time he finds his gun I’ll be on the flight home [frame him as jealous of me]
Her – hahahahahaahhahahahaha…you’re right..hahaha…
Me – What you doing now?
Her – I’m talking with my stupid friends..and I’m angry now on them..
Me – The ones I met?
Her – no… [girl 1] and [girl 2] are nice.. XD
Me – It was nice to get some sun today [don’t let her vent about her friends, snip the thread]
Her – yes..It wasn’t raining today for a change…I hate rain…
Me – I went to Hemmingway cafe by the town hall. Was nice
Her – woow…super….I’m glad for you..
Me – Is that sarcasm, woman?
Her – hahahahha..no…why?? xd
Me – it sounded like it
Her – i’m not sarcastic…don’t worry…
Me – ok, +10 points for you
Her – hahahahahaha…I’m so happy now….aaaaah…
Me – THAT was sarcasm
Her – hahahahahhaha…yes…hahahahahah…:D:D
Me – So tell me a secret
Her – which secret? I don’t have secrets…
Me – Sure you don’t……
Her – so why did you ask me that? xd
Me – C’mon – a secret….
Her – tell me yours and I tell you mine..
Me – You promise?
Her – yes..I promise..
Me – ok, ask me ONE personal question
Her – hmmm…tell me what is the most important for you on the woman, how she looks or her character??
Me – That has a complicated answer [make her wait]
Her – hahaha..never mind..tell me…
Me – wait a moment …
Her – ok..haha
Me – ok… I’m a man, so obviously I am only interested in pretty women It’s the first filter But because of my job, I meet lots of beautiful women So I have learned not to be too impressed with beauty The main thing I look for is confident femininity [screening frame, pre-selection]
Her – hmmm..that’s interesting… In what way? because you only mentioned appearance…xd
Me – Femininity is a way of moving through the world. It’s an attitude not appearance
Her – whatever you say…You’re right..xd I must listen to you…haha
Me – My turn…
Her – ok..xd
Me – What is the most embarassing thing you ever did?
Her – hmmm…let me think.. I lied to my mother once that I was with my friends and actually I was with my boyfriend…I was watching her in the eyes and lied…but I didn’t know that she already knew where I’ve have been all day…
Me – ooooooh, I’ll bet you were very timid around her for a few days after that [showing social calibration]
Her – I didn’t speak with her for a mounth…she was so made at me…
Me – Was this a long time ago?
Her – a year ago…
Me – women! [framing women – and thus her – as childish and thus me as more mature]
Her – hahahaha….
Me – I’m watching kickboxing on TV. I love it
Her – hmm..I don’t like such a dangerous sport…xd
Me – My favourite fighter is on next Anyway, let’s do the coffee tomorrow. I might be in Budapest on Saturday
Her – hmm..I’m not sure….because I’m working tomorow….
Me – boo
Her – XD
Me – When you finish work?
Her – at 8 pm..
Me – It might be possible.
Her – hmm..I don’t know..my parents are very strict..If I don’t come home on time..hmm…that wont’be good..xd and I’m scared..hahah….at 8 pm is dark outside…xd
Me – yeah yeah yeah….. we’ll meet for about 2 hours I need to sleep too!
Her – haha..I know…
Me – so are you gonna buy some phone credit?
Her – yes..some day…hahaha…XD
Me – hang on…. hey
Her – ey..xd
Me – had to help my friend…. [mild DHV]
Her – ok.. that’s nice..xd
Me – I’m going to bed soon. Find a way to contact me and we’ll sort something out
Her – ok.. xd goodnight
Me – sleep well
Her – you too
I leave it at that – though she’s attracted she’s basically telling me it’s not enough to overcome her boyfriend. Fair enough. Two weeks later I reopen her, when back in London. Again this is the full text, so these two conversations are 99% of our contact since the date (the remaining 1% is light text chat)
Me 23:11 – Have you been stealing motorbikes again? [she’d just tagged herself in a photo straddling a superbike]
Her 23:12 – hahahah…no…that’s mine..xd
Me 23:12 – Really???? I don’t believe you [she responded in playful mood, so I run with that]
Her 23:13 – hahah.it’s true.. :D
Me 23:13 – No. This is you on your bike [tease to build attraction – always worth doing early in each chat]
Her 23:14 – hahahahahahahahahahaha oh no..you catch me…that’s not nice..xd :P
Me 23:14 – :P My motorbike is awesome [being a proud boy, playfully childish and confident]
Her 23:15 – hahahaha..xd
Me 23:15 – But if I let you ride it, you have to wear the matching costume [mild future projection, where I set the rules]
Her 23:16 – hahahha..you are crazy.. [IOI]
Me 23:17 – If we had a race, would you cheat? [set her up as naughty, which is consistent with the original approach and helps a little in unlocking the inner slut]
Her 23:17 – no..I always respect the rules of a game.. :P
Me 23:18 – Cool. What you doing now? [enough attraction, move into comfort before it fizzles out]
Her 23:19 – nothing…I watched tv but it was boring..so I’m now doing nothing..just sitting and relaxing.. [telling me she has time to talk and is easily hooked through lack of better things to do]
Me 23:19 – on a friday night? [make her qualify on popularity and excitement]
Her 23:20 – yes..well it’s freezing outside..XD it’s snowing..xd [bingo]
Me 23:21 – haha. Okay, I believe you you’re NOT the lonely girl with no friends ;) Hasn’t started snowing here yet
Her – 23:21 – hahahahaha..ok..it’s better without snow…xd
Me 23:23 – What are you wearing? [fuck it, I’m bored. Let’s just throw in the sexualisation]
Her 23:24 – :O why are you asking me that? xd [shit test, but clearly not offended]
Me 23:24 – you answer first, then I’ll tell you [dominance]
Her 23:27 – well I’m wearing shirt,pullover,and trousers..and socks..hahaha
Me 23:27 – boo! not sexy at all :( [release]
Her 23:28 – hahahaha..it’s cold..xd i’m sorry hahah
Me 23:28 – hmmmmmmmmmmmm what colour are your panties? [call it and raise it, based on how well she took the last question]
Her 23:28 – omg..hahahaha… [IOI]
Me 23:28 – ( if it’s not a personal question :/ ) [joking about the pretended lack of calibration]
Her 23:29 – well it’s very personal..xd
Me 23:29 – tell me anyway ;) [dominant]
Her 23:30 – hahahaha…imagine something..I wan’t tell you ..:D [nice answer, she’s ok with me thinking of her sexually but is playing coy]
Me 23:32 – big, white…. like my grandmother wears [release the tension entirely, returning to a tease]
Her 23:33 – noooooooooooo :S hahahaha [it hits well]
Me 23:33 – I just tried to find a funny picture I google image searched “furry underwear” and the results….. :O I’m shocked…. maybe I should turn “safe search” back on [transition away from her into general stuff, to keep tension down for a while]
Her 23:34 – hahahahahhaha..maybe you should..xd what did you find? [I’d hoped to lure her into asking this]
Her 23:36 – hahahahahahahahahhahahhahaha omg that’s ugly..hahah
Me 23:37 – that was one of the least shocking photos
Her 23:38 – hahahahhaha i believe you.. hahah
I let it die with this. The only purpose of the second chat was to establish myself in her life as the guy she responds to on facebook. I was surprised how far she let me push the playful sexualisation.
When I started this blog it was private, and for a long time after going public my daily hits were somewhere between “zero” and “fuck all” (like Jambone’s blog now). It was essentially harmless to post pictures and video – there was no way google would turn them up and I wasn’t fucking any of the girls anyway.
Fast forward to now and I headline Google on all kinds of common searches. There is a realistic possibility of me getting girls into trouble. So I’m gonna have a think about it and figure out the best way to balance credibility and openess with some protection of privacy. Until then, make do with reduced media.
Anyone who has been reading this blog for a while should have no doubt I’m fucking a bevvy of hot girls. I probably don’t need the evidence anymore.
Here’s an example of sexually-charged non-verbal displays. Except for the relatively crass opener (which I soften in various ways so I can sexualise without being creepy) there’s not much going on at the verbal level. But this girl was really responding to the eye-fucking and giving it back. She was clearly in sexual state, as can be seen with her crazy neckchain rubbing, and I just wish her eyes were caught on the camera. Very sparkly for about three minutes.
I really though the same day lay was on, until she said she’s on her way to meet her boyfriend. I tried a street kiss close anyway just cos the vibe had been so charged but you see her shy away. Damn. What a hottie.
On intermediate bootcamp we teach about wing rules, particularly focused on night game. There are some basic principles such as:
There’s lots more to it because winging well is a skills set all of its own. Daygame is a bit different because it’s basically a solo sport. In this case winging is mostly about keeping each other out of your heads and generating pre-approach value. So here is a video showing wing work in action. Bad wing work.
0:08 – My pre-frame tease while abroad. Way better than the supplicating “can you speak English?”
0:19 – I begin the all-new Krauser Direct Shop Staff Opener ™. If you use this, I want royalties.
0:34 – I’ve come in hard and fast. She’s IOIing already because my body language is confident, my vocal tone slow and even, and I’m eye-fucking the shit out of her. The words are almost incidental.
0:47 – Just normal stacking.
1:02 – Retarded shit as I move into vibing.
1:13 – Another stack because she had her nails painted in an interesting pattern.
1:25 – She’s laughing and going into a funny “in the presence of an alpha” state. Her eyes spazz out, she’s biting her lips, and laughing nervously.
1:40 – She’s kinoing me.
2:04 – A new routine when abroad – “you look like my image of….”
2:13 – See the physical involuntary IOIs such as chewing on her mouth.
2:47 – Lot’s of low vocal tone, slow pacing, eye-fucking.
3:38 – Blatant sexualisation, then a tension release. She takes it well, which is a green light. She’s not giving me any “I’m only talking to you because I have to” signals.
Anyway, you get the idea. Jimmy comes in at the end when the set is 50/50 and she’s about to give her facebook. She was ripe for a long gaming but no, Jimmy wants his scented candles and the set is blown.
Jimmy is blogging more seriously now so he’s got a post up trying to explain himself. And guess which RSG member it is who teaches wing rules? Oh, the irony…..
Higher betas get laid. They are never really in control of it, don’t score outside of their class, and remain prime targets for divorce rape. But nonetheless, a good-looking smart financially stable interesting guy is still a good catch for most girls.
Girls learn, especially towards their late twenties, that they simply can’t tie down an alpha. Girls with good impulse control don’t even especially chase alphas – they’d rather have a higher beta who shows occasional flashes of alpha. That’s essentially the perfect guy. So what does he look like? Roll tape……
What makes this beta?
The definition of a higher beta is a man who does all of the beta things, but does them well. So whereas a normal beta is a bit pudgy, the higher beta is gym-ripped. Normal beta earns $50k in a cubicle, higher beta earns $150k and flies business class. Normal beta buys his clothes on the high street, higher beta wears Ted Baker and Diesel.
What makes them beta is their heart. They still look externally to society to tell them what is cool. They want to follow the trends. They want to fit in. They want society to pat them on the head and say “good boy!” There is no ladder in which the top rung of the beta ladder puts you within arms reach of the alpha ladder. It’s a class difference. A difference in type.
I’m not hating on them. I used to be a higher beta. Most of them will live reasonably happy lives, until the divorce industry chews them up. And the 50% taxes. And the cultural Marxists. Personally, I think the golden age for higher betas was 1980-2000. The world is changing. The civilisation they built, supported and benefited from is being torn down by the barbarians at the gates and the traitors within. We’ll see.
One of the principles I teach on my Book of Alpha course is that society immerses you in harmful beta programming that suppresses your natural alpha instincts and encourages the little beta boy to come out in his place. It’s everywhere. The androgynous homo pretty boy movie leads (Robert Pattinson, Harry Potter, Ashton Klutcher, Zac Efron) or male singers (James Blunt, Justin Timberlake) or virtually every other placeholder in the cultural category of role model.
The age of John Wayne, Sean Connery, Jim Rockford and Conan the Barbarian has passed. We now have the age of girly men. It’s everywhere. It’s so omnipresent that like Neo in the matrix it’s difficult to even grab hold of the problem. Yet you feel the wrongness in your soul. Your core rebels.
So I teach students to banish the inner beta and that means starving him of his cultural nutrition. Throw out those copies of GQ and Esquire. Give your Nick Hornby and Tony Parsons books to your worst enemy. Set fire to the Friends DVDs your ex bought you for Christmas. Cut that shit out of your life. Just as importantly, stop listening to whiny beta music.
Pretty much every modern pop / indie / emo song is an achingly long, gutteral beta whine. Cut and paste the lyrics of any such dirge into Google Translate (“English Beta to Standard English”) and it’ll spit out:
“mmaaawwwwww!!!! I’m so saaaaaaaaaaad. I’m loneleeeeeee. Girls don’t like meeeeeeeee”
Here’s a case in point. I’ve been listening to the Mr T Experience for ten years. Always liked their quirky self-deprecation. But it now pains me to read the subcommunication in their lyrics. Ask yourself if you should be training your subconscious to become more like this.
Or like the Dwarves
I rest my case.