Infield with the London Real guys

Ok chaps, I’ve been busy enjoying this excessively hot London weather sipping Pimms from my hammock. Not much going on and not much I have to talk about. So here’s a little infield video with the LondonReal guys.


I was quite surprised by the uniformly positive response to the interview. Decidedly less haters than I’d have expected the topic to attract.

London Real interview on the PUA lifestyle

It would appear that the world at large is more interested to hear me talk than the dickheads I live with. Here’s a recent interview I did with the London Real boys. They do a regular radio-style interview program based around male development with guests such as Olympians, MMA fighters, yoga instructors and so on. This week was your humble writer here.

Thanks to Nic and Brian for the invitation and delicious thai green curry.

Don’t trust girls who won’t offer blowjobs

The subtext of courtship is in drawing a woman into your reality. An obvious question is how do you know when a woman is nestled comfortably in that reality. It’s a calibration question. So long as a girl has one foot outside the relationship, some island of independence and non-submission to your authority, she will remain a flight risk and will be less fun to be with. Consider this list:

1. She gives blowjobs. This is the single biggest indicator. Never trust a girl who wont get on her knees and suck your cock whenever you demand it. Ideally she will proactively offer. Blowjobs, among normal non-slutty chicks, are more submissive and a greater signal of soul-surrender than sexual intercourse. Don’t ever believe a woman who claims she dislikes or is ideologically opposed to putting a man’s cock in her mouth. I’ve had many girls who had never sucked cock before fall in love with it, and other fairly bolshy girls who claim they dislike it then suddenly can’t get enough. It’s a pure submission thing. If she’s not sucking your cock, she hasn’t submitted. If she hasn’t submitted, she’s not in your reality.

2. Her eyes don’t wander. A girl who is completely comfortable in your reality has eyes for no-one else. All of the attraction points she has to offer the world have been given to you. If you’re out in a bar and you notice your girl’s eyes wander, or if she’s tolerating (or worse, encouraging) beta orbiters / competing males on her Facebook, then she’s not fully in your reality. Once in love, women are terrified of suffering your disapproval and thus will actively deflect other men lest you think her a slut. Like beta males, a woman in love believes that her best chance of keeping you is to convince you of her devotion. Unlike beta males, she’s right.

3. She offers constant PDA. Somewhere in her hindbrain the girl wants to mark you as her man in order to repel other women. This will surface as constant public touching and orbiting plus things such as Facebook wall posts and tagging your in photos. It’s not simply Macchiavellian strategy. She also enjoys basking in your presence. She wants to be near you and draw off your male energy. Your job is to tolerate it and offer occasional encouragement.

4. Does as she’s told. Literally. When you say “come here”, she comes. When you say “cook me breakfast”, she cooks. She takes great pleasure in pleasing her boss to win his approval. If she doesn’t feel that drive it’s because you’re not her boss, and she’s thus not in your reality.

Earning approval

5. She revels in callback humour. Girls love to create special secrets that only the two of you share such as pet names, running gags, and predicting each other’s behaviour. She’ll begin pushing a pet name onto you in text messages and beaming with joy when you call her monkeypants or Little Miss Sandwich or a hamster. If she tells you you’re being childish, she’s still got a foot outside.

6. Content to just hang around you, silent. In the beginning of courtship there’s not alot of dead time between you. You’ll always be doing something together, going somewhere, talking and so on. When you find her blissfully happy just sitting next to you on a sofa while you check your mails and scratch your arse, she’s in your reality.

A girl who displays all the above signs is not a cheating risk. Not in the slightest. It’s a PUA myth that girls are ready to step out on their boyfriends at the next alpha to come along. That only happens when the girl already has a foot outside.

Daygame, masculinity and identity

Recent readers will be aware I gave a talk recently to a get-together of London daygame guys. It’s a weekly event that’s grown out of the “find a wing” function of the local forum and has recently begun inviting speakers for a pre-infield talk. So here’s the video of my talk.

Krauser, Saturday

There’s not much to add aside to what’s already on the tape. There’s a section with lots of background noise from roadworks.

Self-diagnosing your inner game vulnerabilities

At a talk I gave yesterday for the LSS I briefly went into that I consider the basic phases of a man’s journey through game. Namely:

Beginner’s Hell —-> Adventure —-> Maturity

So in the beginning everything is new and exciting but you have all kinds of problems. The psychology of unplugging from the matrix is complex and difficult because you have such a strong ego investment in your AFC ways. Most guys get enough ego payoff from their existing (mostly unsuccessful) attitudes that they can reframe themselves away from making any changes. Rollo Tomassi is probably the best writer on this topic. It’s not until a guy hits rock bottom and his ego is completely crushed by life events (such as my divorce) that he faces up to the reality that the current way isn’t getting him the life he wants.

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different result

So during the beginner’s hell phase you can have a swirling cocktail of thoughts and emotions. Your ego is trying to trap you into giving up and falling back into comfortable AFC patterns, your social circle is trying to put you back into your cage, you get constant bad feedback from girls because by approaching you have removed your buffers against rejection and suddenly discover you’re far less talented that you’d tricked yourself to believe, you have existential doubt from being unable to distinguish between good and bad advice….. fuck me the pain period is tough.

If you make it through (most don’t) things begin to click and you start having adventures. This is a really fun stage. You start pulling off stunts you’d have never thought possible, like same day lays or banging your first stripper. For the first time your identity changes and your subconscious begins to accept you can be the guy who is good with women. The biggest risk in this stage is turning to the Dark Side. Like a fatty discovering his first pie, the frequent-but-irregular payout of external validation and hedonistic pleasure becomes addictive. It’s easy to let your life slide and become Mr SNL or Mr Daygame. If you have an addictive or compulsive personality, you’ll suddenly find your whole life dedicated to the hunt for pussy.

Hopefully, you’ll eventually progress to the stage of Maturity. Banging women is put back into perspective with everthing else in life. You start to realise that this newfound power you have can be used for both good and bad, that it can mess up your life as well as the mess up the girls. I can’t write too much about this stage because I’m still bumbling through it myself. I have my ideas, but that’s all they are.

A blog I’ve recently started reading gives lots of advice for guys looking to transition from Adventure to Maturity. I’ve just read his post on attachment theory which, though it’s basically a restatement of the A-level textbook, offers some good insight to self diagnose what risks you specific to your situation. I liked this quote:

“For instance, a man may be more or less secure, get married to an anxious type, bring her up to a more secure level, but when they run into money trouble she falls back to her anxious level, cheats on him and then divorces him for all of his money, sending him into a tailspin of avoidance. He goes on to ignore intimacy and pump-and-dump women for the next 10 years, afraid to become intimate with any of them.”

That would be me if I stayed in the Adventure stage (in spirit, not specific details, my wife wasn’t a cheater or divorce-thief). He also links to an online test of your attachment type. Take the test. The goal is to transform yourself into a low-anxiety / secure man. If you score as “dismissive avoidant” you’ll ruin a generation of women while feeling empty and unhappy. If you score “fearful avoidant” you’ll likely regress into solitude and not approaching. The “preoccupied” quadrant suggests you are likely to get repeated oneitis and no matter how successful you become at getting girls, they’ll always ruin you.

Here’s how I scored. Three years ago I’d have been strongly dismissive-avoidant.

* Another good blog is Roosh. He doesn’t conceptualise his journey into these stages but over the past 2 years you can see, in the subtext, his gradual transition from Adventure to Maturity

My sticking point is……

There’s alot of guys out there who are hitting the streets on a regular basis, opening sets, running the model and…… not getting laid. Oh dear.

Daygame is not a hobby. If you’re approaching it with the same attitude you’d take to aircraft modelling, video games, stamp collecting or whatever then you are hamstringing yourself. I understand why people do it this way. It’s new, it’s exciting and you have approach anxiety so you have to make a game of it to reduce the ego strain. I get that. Fine. But at some point you have to move past it.

One of the biggest problems you have to work past in daygame is coming across as lightweight, as a pushover man. In bar game you can prop yourself up at a bar and laugh with all your friends, taking as much time as you wish to build vibe and draw IOIs. In street game you have to approach the girl out of nothing. It’s so easy to make the following mistakes:

  • Throw loads of fake positive energy at her, responding “awesome!” to every utterance to fall out of her mouth
  • Keep complimenting her past the original opening statement
  • Telegraph a lack of confidence in having killed her momentum through filling all the silences and imploring her with your eyes.

I often see guys running up and down Oxford Street like buzzing beta bees. A strong gust of wind would knock them off their feet. They are too excitable, too boyish, too lightweight. If you are one of these guys…. sort it out.

Lightweight

A common misconception in Game is that you’re not getting laid because you have a “sticking point” somewhere in your model. Your model is an end-to-end tactical plan in which you shuttle the girl from stage to stage. It’s all tactics and techniques. So if you are struggling to reach hook point you work on that. If you are getting flakey numbers you need an anti-flake technique. Your success is determined by what you do in set and thus if you just keep approaching, you’ll fix it.

No. No. No.

You aren’t getting laid because you aren’t man enough for the quality of girls you are approaching.

There will be sets where you are merely fucking up your in-set process and thus you can iron out the flaws but these are a tiny minority. Mostly your sets fail because either (i) the girl isn’t available (a high proportion of them) or (ii) she’s not into you. When a girl is available and into you the set will be extremely easy. She’ll cooperate with you to remove all the obstacles between your cock and her fanny. That’s why guys who are good with women seem so smooth and effortless.

High value women do not sleep with low value men.

It’s easy to forget this. Most of the guys you see bragging on internet forums about getting laid are not providing photos. If they did you’d be rather unimpressed. Many of the guys producing flashy moves in the street or in the bar do not actually bang the girls. Even the big names – they aren’t getting laid as much or as with as high quality as they’d like you to believe. Certainly the ones I’ve met aren’t.

Believing the hype encourages you to believe a central misdirection in Game that what you do in set is important.

Yes, competent execution of the model is important but it is nowhere near as important as being a high value man. My personal metaphor is of a sports car. Imagine you want to win Le Mans 24 Hour. So you take your car onto the racetrack several times a week and hone your driving skills. You spend your evenings on race simulators and make some trips to the Le Mans circuit to drive the real track and research the brake distances and racing lines. After a while you’ll be a great driver and know exactly how to drive the track in an optimal manner.

Then you show up one June weekend for the race. With your Ford Focus. And wonder what sticking point stopped you winning the race.

but amazing in-set....

There’s alot of pussy hounds on the streets relentlessly approaching girls. Some of them, especially the ones who “get it” and don’t act like overexcitable hobbyists, develop finely-honed skills and expert calibration. They get laid. But they don’t get laid as much as they could because they are still lightweight one-dimensional men. So every lay is a grind, a limp payoff for hours and hours of drudgework. Usually with the bottom end of the quality pool that they approached.

If you want to up your success, take a break from approaching. Figure out how to be more of a man.

The tired sex worker look

Women possess a short fragile bloom of youth. From about age fifteen their body begins to take on a woman’s shape but it takes time for her to grow into it – to lose the puppy fat, have her hips widen, and develop the poise of a real woman – so she is kinda cute but not really able to inspire lust. Depending on the girl she’ll hit her true bloom somewhere near nineteen years old and hold it for a maximum of five years. She can continue to be sexy into her late twenties but the unmistakeable radiance diminishes.

I believe how a woman conducts herself determines the length of her bloom.

Put simply, “good girls” who follow a healthy lifestyle and identify with the feminine last longer than “bad girls” who chart a path through hedonistic waters. The following bad habits ravage a girl’s radiance:

  • Excessive drinking. Men are constituionally far more capable of holding their beer over time than women. It’s not merely because a man’s physique is less important in determining his overall value. Women who drink even 10 units a week are seriously messing up their hormones, their shape, and their skin.
  • Excessive cock-hopping. Sex in itself adds to a woman’s glow but sex with different men detracts from it. A woman who gets herself fucked 500 times by one guy she loves will look good. If the same woman spreads those fucks across 30 guys she will look like shit.
  • Excessive careerism. Women are not designed to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. Look at photos of Clint Eastwood or Charles Bronson. When a man carries responsibility he takes on a weathered look that adds value. A weathered woman looks horrible.

Weathered, yesteryear

The extreme case of such short-blooming women are sex industry workers. The ones who rise to prominence, whether as whores or porno actresses, usually do so because in the beginning they have beauty and radiance. They inspire lust in men who then vote with their wallets. But after a few years on the game these girls unravel. Years of new cock, sexual depravity, hustling for cash, drugs, partying…. these girls become empty shells. Consider Lenka Gabarova.

Nom nom nom

As a debutante I’d put her at a solid nine. My current girlfriend has a very similar look and I dare say that was probably in my mind when I elevated her above the others. She has a clear bloom – fresh skin, sparkling eyes, soft manner.

Now look at her several years later. At first blush she just seems to have degraded slightly through age. But look again, feel the difference. Note her hard eyes and disillusioned posture. This girl’s vibe is now just going through the motions without any joy de vivre.

Not even with a borrowed cock

Sluts have the same problem, just less marked. The typically inexperienced beta male is so overwhelmed by her basic beauty that he can’t read the subtle slut indicators. A few girls come to mind…. Last year I threesomed a Romanian girl who was loaned to me by a wing. She was 21, university educated, well-mannered and to all external appearances a “good girl”. Fully in her bloom. However she was a genuine nympho with self-esteem issues. Although she was an incredible fuck and great company, within months she unravelled. My wing told me she was now getting herself beaten up by violent boyfriends and turning up at his door at 3am high on cocaine, ranting and raving, then disappearing for weeks on end. Needless to say her bloom withered. Another girl (also Romanian, as it happens) was almost threesomed by a buddy of mine two months ago but was on the rag and just settled for giving blowjobs. She’s another hot 21 year-old girl in bloom. She’s also a raving nympho. Last three stories I heard about her were….. caught giving blowjobs to a roomfull of guys in a house party…. SNL’d from a goth club by a tattooed/pierced freak who fucked her so hard she couldn’t walk the next day and she immediately fell in love with him…. rescued from a crack house where she was wandering around naked, fucked on drugs. This girl is already coming apart physically.

I’ve picked extreme examples but just watch for it. Notice the difference between girls in bloom and girls who squandered it. Once it’s gone, it’s gone forever.

My online dating profile

Jambone, Robusto and I recently finished our online dating book. Keep your eyes peeled for when we decide to offer it to the public. In the meantime, here’s an old profile I used to use. It’s not the one from the book nor is it the one I use now. But it’s still pretty good and got me plenty of lulz……. Note how I immediately jump into a questionnaire. None of this “I’ve never done online dating before but here goes….”
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First I need to know about you with an overly complicated quiz. Put your hand on your heart and swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. No cheating. Tot up your points as given.
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Qu.1 – Which of the following animals do you like? (1 point for each)
a. Panda
b. Penguin
c. Squirrel
d. Cat (-1 point)

Qu.2 – Have you ever stolen sweets from a shop?
a. Yes, but I felt really guilty afterwards (+1)
b. Yes, I still do (+0)
c. No, I’m too scared I’ll go to hell (+1)
d. I don’t eat sweets. I prefer low calorie yoghurt (-1)

Qu.3 – People usually describe you as:
a. Sweet and feminine (+2)
b. Feisty, fun and rambunctous (+1)
c. Determined and independent (0)
d. Like, totally random (-10)

Qu.4 – It’s our first date and you are waiting patiently, looking cute. I text to say I’m running really late. Do you:
a. Wait longer (+1)
b. Take the opportunity to retouch your makeup and hair. Then wait longer (+2)

If you’re already on five points, drop me a line. I think we are destined for great things. Perhaps. If you’re still struggling then don’t give up – there’s a few more chances left. But don’t cheat!

Qu.5 – You like your man to communicate to you primarily with: (1 point each)
a. Grunts
b. Shoves
c. Pushes
d. Winks

Qu.6 – When you cook our first meal is it:
a. A traditional recipe passed down from your grandmother (+3)
b. Carefully selected from your library of cook books and from original ingredients (+2)
c. Reheated from M&S (-5)
d. Contains mushrooms or red peppers (-10)

Okay, we’re nearly done. I admire your spirit.

Qu.7 – What is the first thing you buy for me?
a. A night of drinks so you can get me drunk and trick me into your bed (+2 for directness)
b. Tickets to a girly date movie so you can get me feeling romantic and trick me into your bed (+2 for your noble intentions)
c. An expensive cool gadget so you can get me excited and trick me into your bed (+2 for creativity)

Qu.8 – When we have sex you prefer it to involve (1 point for all that apply)
a. Grabbing
b. Biting
c. Scratching
d. Panting

OK girl, total up those scores and see how well you’ve done. I’m gonna assume scouts honour and you’ve answered carefully and honestly like the good girl I know you are.

22+ : You can’t count. Go back to school.
21: You would be my perfect woman if you weren’t such a naughty cheater.
15-20: Yeah, you’re cool. Drop me a line.
11-14: I dunno, you seem kinda sketchy
10: Sorry.

ABOUT ME: I read, kickbox, talk lots and can be quite impulsive.

First Date
We’ll drive my vintage Bentley out to the windswept cliffs for dinner at my favourite castle. We’ll have a hearty roast and then as we gaze longingly into each others eyes we sip the finest red wine.

Together we walk hand in hand along the cliff edge and take the steps down to the shore. As the waves lap our feet and the sun slowly sets, we laugh and cavort. Two soulmates connecting like stars in the heavens.

Alternatively, I could take you to a pub and then give you a rogering in the bathrooms.

Pimpin’ ain’t easy

I’ve been reading up on pimping again. Many of my readers will be aware of Iceberg Slim’s classic autobiography Pimp, a book I heartily recommend for it’s portrayal of the dark side of male-female attraction. Mr Slim had certainly mastered the dance of the wounded souls and although it ultimately ruined his life and made him a deeply regretful man, at least he had plenty of lulz.

Intrigued by the skills and attitudes of these men I bought a few more related books. Right now I’m reading The Pimp’s Bible by Alfred “Bilbo” Gholson. Although he looks like a black hobbit his woman-skills are rather better than those of the Shire, who ought to stick to protecting the One Ring rather than running a stable of bitches. I haven’t finished the book yet but it’s a strikingly interestingly read.

Unsurprisingly it’s a mea culpa of Gholson’s life. Most first-person crime books are, because the worthless scoundrels who write them wish to preserve their self-opinion as worthwhile humans. I’m sure even Heinrich Himmler considered himself doing good and unjustly put-upon from the world at large. When you have your boot on someone’s neck, you find a way to blame it on them. Eddie Bunker novels are a great example of petty trash blaming unfortunate circumstances for all their violent avarice.

Gholson has a strong frame and a silver tongue, he’s a successful pimp remember. So his big reframe isn’t bad luck, it’s providence. God wanted him to be a pimp and God wants him to now set the world’s misapprehensions about pimpin’ to rights. Oh, how selfless of him. It makes for a fun read though. The whole book is a No True Scotsman move in which all the bad aspects of pimping (violence, drug-dealing, larcenry etc) are ringfenced as the work of dirty low-down wannabe pimps while “high class pimps” are providing a public service with the blessing of everyone involved. Rather than bang on about him analytically, I’ll revert to his words. Some choice quotes:

On going down on a woman: “Higher class pimps wouldn’t dare let his women become equal with him. He believes that any man that has oral love with his woman is her human douchebag. High class pimps are under the impression that a woman’s body accepts so much filth during a month’s time, that nature forces a cleaning out period once a month. Doctors say it’s acceptable but that doctors aren’t God and most high class pimps have their own opinion about it.”

On laziness: “Pimping is his job and a pimp works. He constantly deals with seven or more female minds, when the average layman cannot deal with one. If anyone thinks it’s not work, let them try it.”

On public opinion: “The pimp has always been the tenth wonder of the world. Only three people understand a pimp – God, his women, and another pimp.”

On the decline of morals in pimping: “But if I was pimping today, dead whores would turn over in their graves if they thought I was being treated like the modern day pimp, and the old ones who are still out there would come out of the woodwork to protest.”

On homely women: “You may not have a pretty face or a lovely body but don’t forget everyone has a brain. Some women resort to their brain department.”

From the 12 commandments: “He strikes his females only to shock them back to reality. Toss a bottle at her; hit at her head with a golf club, break a mirror over her head; but make sure you don’t strike her – that is called a king pimps whipping.”

On types of women: “The prostitute is secretive and typically gets her money with a taste of class. The whore is lewd, cunning, sneaky and gets her money any way she can.”

On sluts: “It is incredible what a fifth of whiskey, wine or drugs can make some loose women do.”

To an air hostess he just banged: “Baby, you could make alot of money if you stop giving this heaven away and start selling it. Pretty as you are, you could make a mint”

I bang my first 21yr old Bosnian prom queen

This lay is interesting to post up because of how unusual the girl is and it’s an example of pipelining. I hit her up on a dating site as one of many mails thrown out and score a big direct hit with my opening message (as she later related to me):

I realise later she is a bit crazy and considers her hair her best feature. She sends me a long enthusiastic reply and I gradually pilot her into a date on our second day in her city. I’ve appended a sample of the messages (skipping about 50% of it).

Jambone and I roll up in our sartorial elegance threads for a date with her in a lounge bar then proceed to drop DHV after DHV, all while making a big deal of being English gentleman. The women find themselves compared to various kinds of wildlife and constantly admonished to make sandwiches and know their place. We move on to walk around the old town and Jambone nicely stalls the best friend to give me valuable isolation to build deep rapport. We end the date there satisfied to be somewhere in C2.

Next night I meet her late one on one and now it’s proper date game. She’s very bookish and intelligent, into all her philosophy and (unfortunately) esoteric mystical stuff. It’s pretty harmless, just her way of understanding the world. She gives me a moonstone to keep near my heart to absorb bad energy or somesuch. After a couple of drinks she comes back to my hostel room but is flightly on kino and sits at the edge of the bed. After an hour or so I walk her halfway home and she’s weird about the kiss. Just standing there with lips tight together but not trying to get away. Similar to what I had on my first day with the Kazhak/Finn. Just for lulz I test her by grabbing her tits and ass. She’s fine with it. Bizarre. I put it down to intimacy issues and let it go. While she gives me a long tight hug goodnight she tells me I “can see her so well I feel naked” and “what you said was like a bullet in my head” and other things showing unexpectedly deep rapport.

We leave her town the next morning but stay in Facebook contact. Jambone reckons I should be able to bang her next time. A week later we roll back into town and I’ve framed her for a night of drinking where she supplies the wine and me the whiskey. I’ve already decide that come what may I shall caveman her once in isolation.

This but with an overbite that drops her down a point or two

We have a few whiskeys in a bar and she lets slip how obsessed she’s been with me. I’m irresistable to women, better than her in every way, nobody has ever made her feel how I do etc. I take these as IOIs. I walk her around a while then back to my room. Now there’s no rush. Jambone makes himself scarce while we watch Black Sabbath then I make the big move.

It takes longer than I expect. She’s putting up token resistance at every step. Jambone is freezing himself walking the town to give me isolation and eventually comes back to lock himself in the communal toilet with his laptop and an electric heater. That’s the only reason he’s written some blogposts. Finally she’s naked in my bed and I get my cock in. Once I’ve got my two strokes in F-Town belongs to me. She’s crying at first (really) saying she resisted because she’s worried if she puts out she’ll never see me again. But then her blood rises and she becomes an absolute hellcat in bed. Fuck me, it was like a space hopper fucking a kangaroo on a trampoline.

Jambone keeps texting asking me to hurry up. I figure a couple of pints the next night will pacify him. A few days later on facebook I ask her about the night. She tells me…

An I've stopped soul collecting....

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