I had a fear of enlightement. Call it a success barrier if you will.

There are many positive things I’ve been able to internalise in my life. For year after year I always came top of the class in every subject. Literally from the first year as a little shit-cake baker five year old playing in the sandpit between classes, right up to my school leaving exams. Always the best, in everything. But I went to a shitty school so I wondered if I could still be top at college. I was. But it was a shitty college. Finally I went to a top university and it took a full academic year before I realised I was smarter than everyone else. Then I went into business for a top consulting firm and again I wasn’t sure I’d rise to the top of my peer group but I did.

In the face of such consistent positive feedback over literally two decades I have fully internalised that I am among the top 1% of men intellectually. I project as such with serene confidence.

That’s the plus side. There’s other things where I haven’t been able to internalise the leap to greatness. Since getting involved in game this has held me back from believing I am at the top of the value pyramid, or as Skeletor would say in his fiat currency analogy – “the guy who owns the printing press”

Regular manosphere readers will be familiar with the idea that men own the extremes of the bell curve and women own mediocrity. Because reproductively women are “where its at” they just need to exist and not breakdown in order to pass on their genes. There is no selective pressure in nature to reward mutation and punish mediocrity. Hence all the select pressure and thus evolution is on the male side. Men inhabit a wide spectrum of mutation and ability, compete strongly, and over time the top 40% reproduce. This is why every achievement that’s ever happened was acheived by a man. Just go to wikipedia and get a list of inventions. Here’s a handful:

• Johannes Gutenburg invents the printing press. Mass literacy becomes possible.
• Luca Pacioli invents double entry booking, the bedrock of modern business administration.
• Christiaan Huuygens invents the pendulum clock setting the stage for effective timekeeping.
• James Hargreaves invents the spinning jenny which massively increases productive capacity of weavers.
• Claude de Jouffroy invents the steamboat and thus reliable long distance travel.
• Benjamin Franklin invents spectacles.
• Edward Jenner invents vaccination and single-handedly cures small pox, the largest killer of urban populations.
• Michael Faraday invents the electric motor.
• George Stephenson invents the steam locomotive that allows heavy industry to move its products and people to move between urban centres quickly and easily.
• Samuel Colt invents the revolver. Useful for pacifying savages.
• Crawford Long invents anaesthesia

Men own the top and bottom. As loyal readers and devotees of self improvement you are quite likely somewhere in the top half of the male value pyramid. Don’t pay attention to the total size of the pyramids, just their relative heights. The central points to take on board from it are:

– The best men are higher value than the best women. A female 10 is lucky to get a male 9 or 10.
– There are more girls cute or better than their are high value men.
– Some men are too low value for even the lowest quality fertile women.

One of the most helpful passages in my talks with Skeletor has been how he has impressed upon me that once you’ve already acheived the reality of getting to the top end of the pyramid, the big challenge is to start believing you are there. That requires a big leap of faith. If you genuinely have the value, this video is great for helping you believe it.

While Jimmy and I were out in Lithuania last week we went to the same nightclub (Salento) four times. He hates noisy places and is always bitching about it but after talking over the first night we realised we’d figured something out. There’s a way to run club game as talky guys, without relying on dancing, rapid escalation, looks, or lame social guy proofing. We’d figured out

club-game for talkers

We then tested it the next three times and in each case drew a ton of IOIs, warm opens, and both of us would’ve had SNLs if not for external interrupts. How did we do this you say….. Presenting the nascent Krauser Night Game Model.

Requirements:
– A wing you really like talking to and knows your style
– Beer money
– Patience
– A club that is reasonably open plan, and not so loud you can’t talk at all (this will also work in large bars)

1. Walk in like a rock star
Roll in chatting with your wing about any old shit, laughing and confident. Do not scan around the room, do not notice the hot girls. Just stride straight over to the bar and get a drink. Then lock into the best position in the house – somewhere highly visible, with lots of traffic past it (walking or dancing). This is preferably against the main bar so you don’t even have to move to get drinks. Try to avoid anywhere that requires you to move out of the way for people such as the busiest part of said bar.

2. Ignore everyone but your wing
You came to the club to have a great time with your friend. Turn to face each other and start talking with great animation and interest about things you genuinely care about. Ignore the whole fucking room. Start to talk each other’s state up, laugh, play around, pull funny faces at each other and tell stories. Do this at least half and hour. You are building your glow. You’ll feel yourselves getting more and more socially lubricated and any worries about the night will fall away. This is in stark contrast to every other guy in the club. What are they doing? Half the guys (at least) came to get laid and will be standing against a wall with their drink in chode position. They’ll ignore their friends standing next to them as they both value-scan the room with anxious faces. They’ll eye up every girl and leech out validation and value. Any time a girl gives one of these miserable bastards a look it’ll spring them into a short chode-dance until the girl ignores them again and they re-attach themselves to the wall. The remaining half of dudes will be either actively hitting on girls over and over again or else just chilling doing nothing. Whatever, you will be having far more fun than the lot of them and be far more relaxed. You are building outcome independence and building value.

3. Clock the IOIs but don’t bite
Both of you will be the warm end of the pool now and glowing with value. You might be a little drunk too. Good stuff. Start using peripheral vision to pick out the various IOIs you’ll now be receiving. As wings, pick out each other’s so neither of you need to move your heads towards the dancefloor. At first they won’t be strong – some of the validation-dancing girls looking your way to see if you notice their butt-shaking, a few proximity IOIs as girls maneouvre nearer, the occasional bump as they come near to order their drink. You will see them. Continue what you’re doing but start to divide the field and prepare to act.

4. Open the easy meat
Do some low investment openers on the girls that require the least effort and seem most approachable. For example, has a three set of 6s been sitting next to you for the past half hour looking bored? Does a smiley girl give you a nudge as she orders a drink next to you? Does any kind of easy opportunity fall into your lap? Take it. Take anything that allows you to get into a set that doesn’t look like you’re hitting on her. These are your pawn sets. Don’t try to hang in the set any longer than is natural, and after one set is done immediately either got back to building value with your wing, or open another. Before long you’ll have a horseshoe of girls around you. Every other girl will see this. Re-clock the IOIs. Should be more of them and from better girls. But do not return the attention they throw you. If you ever get a blowout, turn back to your wing and laugh it off so as not to lose value.

5. Unleash the douchebag
You’ll have high confidence and some inebriation by now so make your conversation with your wing about topics that raise your douchebaggery. Tell fight stories, drink stories, close scrapes with the police or whatever. Nurture the douchebag. You are already the two guys in the club having the most fun and unlike the cool dancer guy, you don’t look try hard. You could take or leave any set. Now start opening sets for real. Do it any way you want, but do it with intent and confidence. Talk to girls at the bar, sitting near you, pull them over as they walk past. Just go with your intuition and exercise leadership. Laugh off the bad responses. Tease girls to get them visibily responding to you. Every set should build value in the eyes of every other set. Any time you feel a set flagging or your own momentum slowing, dismiss them and recharge with your wing.

You should now be remaining in Phase 5 for the rest of the night and snowballing your value. Think through what you are accomplishing here. The method is all based on building and then maintaining the following attributes:

– High personal charismatic value (not social proof per se)
– Fun Fun Fun vibe
– Total outcome independence
– Social lubrication
– Weakening boundaries of what is unacceptable or impossible
– Minimal effort

* Note – this is not as practised as my day game model. It’s simply codifying what I’ve found tends to work for me (read my last three lay reports from late 2010 – they all went this way before I realised this is what I was doing) and have since practised.

* Note – Jimmy deserves a tip of the hat for standing next to me laughing while I figured this stuff out. And yes, somebody somewhere might’ve written this kind of stuff before. Don’t fucking care. This model came to me by observing what I did that worked for me.

I’ve not really done any daygame since the end of November. I had to go to Paris to meet one of my favourites and then home for Christmas with the family. Then I had a week of swine flu. Combine that with the biting cold and my changing attitudes regarding harem management, and I just did a handful of half-arsed approaches.

Then Bhodisatta pops round for a chat and we start talking ourselves into it. He invites me out two days in succession. I do some sets and realise the off-season has really soldified some changes in my attitudes. I notice:

– I have no approach anxiety. None at all. I fully believe I’m adding value to the girl’s day and fully expect her to respond well.
– I don’t have to mentally override potential bad behaviours. When I used to approach 9s and 10s I’d have to discipline myself not to show nervousness or to qualify. Now I don’t even get those problematic drives. It’s just a girl.
– I am so relaxed and light-hearted that vibing is extremely easy.
– I am going after the very best girls I find. There’s no sense of wimping out by approaching girls who seem most up for it or the easy option.

Over the two days I do about 12 sets. Only two blowouts and five numbers/facebook. Here’s three of them after they accepted my add. A quality stock.

Spanish, Russian, Lithuanian

I check Bhodisatta’s blog and he’s talking about the stages he’s been going through in daygame. Here’s an expanded version of the comment I left, as it applies to me.

1. Impossible – Before learning about game and seeing guys do it, I assume it can’t be done. I’ve got the socialisation blinders on which tell me the only ways to meet girls are in bars, social circle or internet dating sits. So I see hundreds of pretty girls walk past me on the streets and never even think there’s a way to get them.
2. New Horizons – I first start with direct openers. I’m awkward and tense which makes the girls feel sorry for me and want to be nice. So I get good responses and sometimes numbers. It’s a powerful feeling, all out of proportion with the results. Just to know it’s possible and I have choice. The girls don’t actually want to date me but I naively think daygame is easy and this motivates me to do massive numbers of approaches. 20 sets a day twice a week is not uncommon.
3. Validation Seeking – I become more practised, with better body language, better able to move the set into a conversation without self-sabotaging. I start hooking most sets and feeling validated by the positive responses. Without realising it, I take on a tendency to turn off the sexuality and not push things, in order to keep the vaildation of the initial positive response. My self image is dependent on having the girls give me numbers and I protect this. I’m not screening girls out when they try to LJBF early because I want the date, even though the girl has basically subcommunicating that its not a romantic frame. Flakey numbers. LJBF dates.
4. The Wobbles – I realise the problem and turn on the sexual intent. There’s a big drop in success because I’m a sexual threat again, although the few successes go further and I start getting laid. I realise I’m not as good as I think I am and tracking my batting average is hindering my development. I no longer care about being able to say “I approached five girls and got four numbers”. I’m happy with less sets but pushing them further.
5. Anti-Monkey – I still haven’t really seen good examples of daygame to learn from. I’ve still got the blinders on, thinking every set has to go the same way: a moving target that i open with a synonym of “you’re gorgeous”. I cast around for alternative methods, refinements, and look to reevaluate what I’m doing and what works and what doesnt’. I start to innovate and add my own personality to my method. I realise I’m talking too much and not getting the girl involved. Showing too much interest and energy. Change tack. Success goes up.
6. Laziness – I’m finally at the stage where I’m happy with the returns I get from the work done. My ego jumps in. I go into sets expecting to hook without doing any work. I exercise poor discipline by not following the model. Feel too entitled to get the girl without doing the work. So I don’t smile when I open, or my vibe is too serious, or I don’t DHV, or a whole list of things. I still get girls but the success rate drops again. My inner game has become “I’m sick of this game shit. I’m high value now. The girl should just like me for who I am”
7. Scarcity Returns – approaching has become so much of my identity that I do too much of it, and return to a chasing mentality. I am the guy who opens, therefore I need to open. Outcome dependence creeps back in as I feel bad letting pretty girls walk past me without opening them. I always need to have new prospects rather than just being happy with all the girls I’m dating.
8. Naturalisation – I live my life, and if I see a girl I want, and I have space for her in my life, I open. It doesn’t feel like game. I don’ feel any pressure and it’s alot of fun.

Ewwwww Warning: This post is sexually explicit future projection. If you actually know me personally, you shouldn’t read it or you’ll get that icky feeling in your stomach. You’ve been warned!

A latter stage of Long Game is to get the girl crossing the sexual rubicon before she meets you for the date. You want to get all of the LMR out of the way, all of the hurdles cleared, before you meet again. This is because you might have a logistically tight window to do the deed and don’t want to be messing around with that stuff and eating up the clock. So I’m an advocate of fucking the girl online first to speed the real f-close along all the faster when rubber hits the road.

Here’s an example of how to do it. I have not yet fucked this girl and I won’t be in the same country as her for another few weeks. Bear in mind the specifics of this future projection are unique to the girl and my relationship with her. It’s not one size fits all. But for noobs out there, it’s a template you can work from to create a special moment with the girl. I won’t give a line by line analysis but bear these pointers in mind:

• Take your time getting to the sex part. Heat up her buying temperature slowly
• Keep telling her how she feels. Bring her emotions into it
• Co-opt her by getting her to participate in telling you how she likes it. But generally lead the action itself.
• Keep the mental game going. Play up the mental angle of what you are both thinking.
• When you go rough or sexually extreme, include softeners
• See the range of male qualities from extreme forcefuless to gentle care
• Keep teasing, not quite giving what she wants

the laptop is just out of shot

Her: tell me what you were doing last week apart from gym and reading?
Me: Let’s change the subject. Something i want to talk about…. 🙂    Imagine we are in my lounge. Nobody else is in the house.
Her: beginning is quite exciting..
Me: We have a bottle of red wine open. We’ve already drunk one glass each    There’s some soft jazz music in the background    the lights are dim    Tell me what you are wearing
Her: continue…
Me: so, tell me what you’re wearing
Her: ok.. I am wearing a dress..(should I start form dress or from underwear? 🙂   0
Me: Your dress will be coming off quite quickly, so start with that
Her: ok.. I am wearing a white underwear with stockings ( a la Victoria’s secret)    no.. I think red will be better 😉    and what you are wearing?
Me: Nice.    I have blue jeans, a tight “rock star” tshirt, nice watch    So we’ve had some wine. We’re very slightly drunk
Her: start from underwear..
Me: I just got some new boxer shorts. Masters of the Universe 😀    They have pictures of the hero characters
Her: great.. 🙂    so, continue..
Me: We are laughing. We feel like the only two people in the world    A song I like begins    So suddenly I take your hands, pull you to your feet, and we dance    a simple, amateurish dance
Her: what song it that?
Me: I’m Feeling Good. Nina Simone
Her: ok..
Me: We are dancing, but really we are not thinking about dancing    You have one arm on my shoulder. The other is holding your wine glass behind my back    Our whole bodies are touching. Your breasts against my chest, your stomach and hips touching mine    your lips very close to mine. not quite touching
Her: ..continue.. you are really turning me on now..
Me: me too    If you touched me right now, in the cafe, you might notice something a little shocking :O
Her: …really hope we will do everything you said… though I think your lounge is always full of people 🙂
Me: shall I continue?
Her: sure!!!
Me: So the music has stopped. But we haven’t stopped our slow dance    We don’t really notice the silence    I look into your eyes, then take a sip of wine    I take the glass out of your hand and put both glasses onto the table. Then I walk back to you    I slowly push your shoulders, pushing you gently backwards against the side of the sofa    You are biting your lip, anticipating    You are waiting for me to kiss you    I lean closer, almost touching. You can feel my breath against your skin. Your legs are trembling     I ignore your lips. I kiss your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulders    good so far?
Her: just great..
Me: cool    So where were we?
Her: you are kissing my cheek, neck..
Me: aha!
Her: where were you??
Me: So, you are getting very hot. I can feel your heart agains me, beating faster    (getting another coffee)    Every time my mouth gets close to yours, you reach towards me, trying to steal a kiss     I deny it    for now…..
Her: you are very cruel..
Me: Not cruel. I just want to build the anticipation    I want you to be almost begging     because you know how much you’ll like it    and enjoy it so much mmore when I finally let you have it
Her: ok..continue..
Me: I surprise you    I put my hand between your legs. Underneath your dress    I just hold my hand there. Steady. You gasp    It makes you feel safe    I put my other hand behind your head and grab a fistful of your hair. Not painful.    Then I kiss you    You are frozen still. Just trying to absorb the energy of the moment. Then you break, and grab me passionately, kissing hard    rubbing yourself against my hand
Her: then..
Me: what are you thinking (in the story)
Her: what I am thinking… I think that I want to melt in your hands..    and I want you to hug me tighter…    there are a lot of thoughts…
Me: cool    So we are kissing passionately. You are feeling hotter and hotter. You are starting to lose control as the fire burns inside you    It’s an intense pleasure    I start rubbing you, through your underwear    Slowly and firmly     I tease you a little with kisses. Sometimes on your lips, sometimes your neck     I nibble your ear and you can feel my breath in your ear    But mostly you just feel hotter and hotter. More and more sexual. Like the pressure in a damn building up     I turn you around    and push you forwards. You are leaning over the sofa     I spend a little while admiring your figure     I like to enjoy the visual image of you, with your long legs, firm butt, and the curve in your lower back     I run my hand down your legs, from the hip to your ankles then back up again     I’m thinking “I want this girl”
Her: as I am longing for your skin, body..     kissing you all over, slowly..enjoying every millimeter of you..(sorry for my spelling 🙂  )
Me: So, what are you thinking now?
Her: …I think..that being a source of pleasure for you  will give me the biggest pleasure…( not sure if I explained clear..)
Me: I understand    I like that    So, you are bent over my sofa. Still wearing your dress    I slap your butt, playfully    then squeeze it in my hand
Her: you are so naughty.. 😉
Me: I put my hands on your hips, feeling your hip bone. I like this     I run my hand across your stomach. You pull it in tight, tense, like I’m about to tickle you    You feel like I am admiring your shape. Like you are a statue in a museum. Like a artist admiring a work of art    You desperately want me inside you now    You start reaching your hand behind yourself, trying to grab my cock     I pull down your panties    (in reality I always use a condom, but this is imagination so I won’t)     I let you grab my cock for a short time. Immediately you are rubbing it, up and down. Imagining how it will feel inside you. Impatient    finally, I lift up your dress    and standing behind you, I slide inside of you    you feel my hard cock gradually pushing into you, invading you    you gasp    your legs tremble a little and your knees buckle briefly     I push all the way in until you can feel my hips pushing against your butt, pushing you forwards against the side of the sofa    you feel completely full     then I just wait. Letting you relax. Letting you enjoy the feeling of me inside you    good so far?
Her: you can’t imagine what I feel now…
Me: haha, you’re probably on the internet now buying a flight to London for tonight, so you can jump onto me 😛
Her: I think I’ll jump on you as soon as I get London 😉
Me: I certainly won’t stop you 😉    Ok, so where were we?
Her: can’t remember..    you should know 😉
Me: I want you to say it
Her: ok..I am enjoying feeling you inside me..
Me: So, after a while I start fucking you    Slowly at first, in and out    Letting you feel the sensation of me pushing into you, over and over again. Feeling the hardness inside you    Then I move faster, and harder    Rough, but not painful     I grab your hair and pull your head back. My other hand is holding your hip, holding you firmly against the sofa so you can’t move     It’s quite fast now. You are moaning alot. Biting your lip. Trying to turn your head around to look at me    You want to see your own body. See yourself, how you look when you’re being fucked.     You want to know what I see    It makes you feel closer to me. But also, it makes you feel more sexy     I grab both of your arms. Fold them behind your back and push your face into the cushions    Now I’m fucking you really fast and hard. You can’t think of anything    You are totally lost on the sea of pleasure    You are screaming my name now, and don’t even know you are doing it     I slap you butt harder now, and each time you grunt    You are moving your hips and butt, trying to match my motion    trying to get me deeper inside you     I reach my hand around to hold your face, and you start biting and sucking on my finger    you feel like you are being invaded. When I push in hard, you feel like my cock is going all through your body and out your mouth    enjoying?
Her: ..a lot..
Me: heh 😉    Suddenly I pull out of you    Abruptly    you feel empty    all you can think about is “I want more”    I grab your hair and pull you towards me, turning you around, and forcing you to your knees    Again, it’s rough, violent, forcefull. But not painful    You know what to do. You don’t even think    You wrap your fingers around my cock, with a big smile of anticipation    then you take me into your mouth    At the beginning you are too impatient. You want it all, immediately. So you are sucking hard, aggressively, up and down    I put my hand on top of your head, which you like. It makes you feel protected    and you slow down.    Now you are relaxing. Enjoying the feeling of my cock inside your mouth. Experimenting with the sensation.    You try kissing the tip. Then licking up and down the length    You look up at me, to check I like it    I do 😀    You take great care and pride in your work. Showing me how much you like me. I appreciate that    You don’t need to think about what you are doing. It’s all coming naturally    I like this. But it’s not enough. I have to be inside you again.    So I pull your head up, give you a kiss, and lie you down on the sofa    You are lying there, in total surrender    I decide I want to see more of you. I tell you to stand up. You do     I tell you to take off your dress. You do.    You are standing there, in front of me. Just your lingerie. Your bra and stockings.    I don’t move. I just look at you.    You can feel my eyes on your body, like a hot ray of sunshine    You feel very self-conscious, but it’s a pleasant feeling     It’s pleasant to be desired by me. To feel my desire to have you     I tell you to spin around slowly, so I can see all of you. You do.    Then I push you down again     so you are lying on my sofa, almost naked. Waiting to see what I do next    You feel overpowered by my masculine presence. You feel powerless to resist, but totally safe.    Tell me something? What you feel or what you want….
Her: I just want to be yours…to be in your complete power..

There’s a no-shoes rule for my sofa. And I don’t care how hot you are.

Me: you are    I sit next to you, and run my fingers along your stomach    then your breasts, and your face    I know you want me inside you, and it will happen soon, but I want to spend a little more time admiring your beauty     I grab your breasts. I’m very thoughtful. I just enjoy being close to such beauty, and possessing it    I can see you getting impatient, so I let you grab my cock again, and then I enter you again    you are lying underneath me, feeling my weight    You wrap your legs behind my back, grab me behind my neck, and try to pull me tighter into you     I fuck you like this for a while. You completely lose track of time    It is like an endless circle of feeling me pushing into you, then out again    Then you realise I’m pushing harder and faster    I’m going to finish. I’m going to let you draw me into orgasm    You start pushing into me with every thrust     Biting my shoulder, scratching my back     instinctively trying to make me cum. To feel the pleasure, to feel the satisfaction of my temporary loss of control     a loss of control that only you can create    (in reality, I’d cum inside you, but this is imagination so I’m gonna be a bit wilder, ok?)
Her: ok 😉
Me: Cool. How are you feeling?
Her: as never before..    wish at this very moment we could do it in reality..
Me: we’ll get the chance. It’ll be like this but 10x better    So, I’m fucking you really hard again    I’m looking deep into your eyes more now. It’s not enough to feel your physical surrender. I want you to feel the force of my character too    At first you can’t hold my eye contact. It’s too powerful    But then you gradually do. We lock eyes. Now all of your mind is focused on my eyes. You are looking right into me    You can feel your body shaking and moving from my power as I fuck you, but it feels further away    It’s like I’m mentally fucking you too now    You bite your lip, moan    I pull out of you again    then I sit on your chest and push my cock into your mouth    you are frantic, desperate to make me come, to make me happy    you are sucking hard, pumping my cock with your hand    (I warned you this is a bit wild)
Her: …I prefer to know all your intime fantasies..
Me: I look down and I’m feeling very good. I feel like I completely possess your beauty. The visual image of your face and my cock….    it’s difficult to describe in words    but seeing the beauty of your face    seeing the girl of your character and emotional depth
Her: then?
[dropped connection for five minutes]
Me: I’m finished. Fell asleep 😛
Her: no.. continue 😛
Me: haha, ok….. where were we?
Her: I dont want to repeat such things (blush)
Me: haha    I will    So I have my cock in your mouth, and you are sucking it, trying to make me cum     It’s at this moment that I feel like I completely possess you.    It feels powerful, that I found a girl like you and took you so completely that you are doing this for me.    then I feel all of the pressure building up, and I know I am about to come    I pull out, holding my cock near your face    You know what’s next. You want my come inside you. You open your mouth, try to bend your head forwards to get my cock inside you again    underneath me I can feel your body squirming, trying to get something from me    then I come     I splash it over your face    Some of it goes into your mouth, some on your cheek,    a little bit on your forehead    For you, it feels hot and exciting.     You feel owned    You can’t believe you’ve done it, and can’t believe how exciting it felt     Mostly, you feel satisfied. Satisfied as a woman that you could bring me to this final moment     I feel free    For some precious moments I feel completely liberated, the comfort of total emptiness in the world    Then slowly our minds return to the real world     After a bit of… ahem….. “personal organisation”…    we go to my room and lie together. Not talking, just comfortable     the end 😉
Her: what do you feel?
Me: when? I just told you didn’t I?
Her: yes you told.. but at this very moment?
Me: in the story, or in Starbucks?
Her: in Starbucks
Me: Kinda funny. Like there’s all these people around me drinking coffee and they have no idea what we’ve been doing
Her: 😀
Me: And I really want you here next to me right now     I want to do it for real
Her: so do I, but not in Starbucks 🙂
Me: true….    How do you feel?
Her: I feel like I’ve done it… butterflies in my stomach…

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What’s the hardest part the game? The biggest pain in the arse. The biggest sticking point.

Opening. It’s fairly tough to learn how to open and hook sets. Then you have to build attraction, qualify, and heat the girl’s buying temperature. I can’t really be bothered with that stuff so I figured out parasite game – you get someone else to do all that work for you and then swoop the girl when she’s ripe to be plucked. The inspiration comes from my wing who hasn’t opened a set in his life. Here’s the key stages.

a locust, yesterday

Befriend a wing
You should carefully choose a new wing according to his ability to run all the stages of pick up other than seduction (which he won’t be needing when you are swooping his girls). I’d avoid the pickup forums because they are full of clueless virgins. Instead go out into bars, or the street, and watch for guys who know what they are doing. Talk to them, flatter them, and gain their trust.

Talk him up
Go out sarging and keep pumping your wing’s state. Tell him he’s awesome, the night is awesome, the girls are awesome. Get him raring to go and then sit back and watch as he opens your sets. Lean back against the bar, light up a cigarette, and drink some beer. Eventually the wing will bring you into the set. Give him a condescending look, pat him on the shoulder, and be indifferent to the girls.

Now comes the technical parts. You have to be cooler and more fun than your wing. This means you need to state crash him and make him qualify to you – thus transfering all his value and then some to you. Here’s a few tips:

– Persuade your wing to over-DHV you. Get him to introduce you as the rock star who fucks loads of models.
– Laugh at your wing’s jokes and have loads of fun, without having to worry about carrying the set. The girls will assume you’re the leader.
– Lean back and talk quietly until your wing leans into you to hear. Keep your own back straight.
– When it’s time to merge sets, send your wing ahead to open the new set and then on cue bring the old set over so you are seen bringing the girls and hence you’ve preselected yourself with the wing’s set.

Gradually you’ll become the life of the party. Raise your energy and start holding court, reeling off DHV after DHV. Be aware of how all of the attention is now on you and your wing is frozen out. As he flounders trying to regain control of the set, just laugh and have fun. Be relaxed.

Now it’s time to extract. Leave as a big group and start the afterparty in your house. Get the wing to pour the drinks. Laugh, have fun. be the guy who just had a good time and didn’t have to work to get the girls (which is true). Now you can isolate a target and close.

It’s fashionable to talk about Mystery Method like it’s old (furry) hat. This is a natural part of the modernist intellectual approach – we assume that progress is a forward line and thus the newer is better than the old. The lazy eye can see supporting evidence throughout the world – new video games are better than old, new mobile phones better than old etc. Thus technological progress, which is culmulative, is equivocated with general societal or intellectual progress. So too is capital accumulation. As any liberal (and I mean that in it’s actual sense, not the Obama-voting retard sense) knows the forces of free market capitalism lead to a harnessing of man’s productive energies into creating consumption goods and intermediate products (capital). As more work is done but not consumed, the capital wealth of society is increased leading to ever increasing productivity and thus material progress.

Has it really come to this?

So simple retards, and yes that includes most intellectuals, equivocate these two undeniable forces of progress with a progress in ideas. Oh no. It’s pretty easy to see that the economics and sociology of the 1920s is light years ahead of the current commie scrubbers infesting universities. So onto Mystery Method.

Although flawed, the Method remains the widest, deepest and most perceptive treatise on picking up girls to ever see print. Just as Islamist scholars are constantly trawling the Koran to fabricate evidence that all the great advances of civilisation where not due to white Christians but actually arab Muslims, so too does Jambone trawl Mystery Method to tell me he thought of everything first too. But unlike the Islamists, Jambone has a point.

A statistic I just pulled out of my arse is that 95% of PUAs practicising MM don’t understand it. They think MM is thumbrings, furry hats, negs and rountines. Or “acting like a prick” for short. They have an engineer’s logorythmic understanding of MM like it’s a machine code program to follow step by step until the girl ends up in your bed. It goes like this:

1. Lame opinion opener – “Hey. I need an opinion of something. Are starfish scarier than spiders?”
2. Neg – “Hey, you’re a fucking bitch whore. Haha, just joking. So, get this…..”
3. Routine – “So me and Hef are racing our Ferraris around Colin Farrell’s mansion yard”
4. Kino – * touch upper arm”
5. Routine – “Have you been to New York? No? Anyway, here’s a crazy caper that happened there…..”
6. Salsa-spin, high-five.
7. Palm reading
8. Isolate – “We’re going over here now. What do you mean, why? You’re like my bratty kid sister, how do you guys roll with her?
9. Get slapped. Go home alone.
10. Write field report on a forum.

Three peacocks. Yesterday.

Let’s just be straight. This is not Mystery Method. This is Retard Game. To do MM you have to actually read the book, absorb the principles, then come up with your own free conversation and body language consistent with the principles on the spot. You aren’t running an algorythm, you are in a two-way interaction with another human being who has hopes, dreams, plans, intentions of her own which will shape how you interact with her. Thus you don’t move from A2 to A3 after you’ve done three routines. You move when she shows you she is attracted to you. You don’t neg the target right after the opener – you neg her if she is being prissy and needs taking down a notch, and if she doesn’t act prissy then you don’t need to neg at all.

Don’t get down on MM just because clowns like Mehow are micro-analysing every single sentence into a multi-stage flowchart with feedback loops while completely missing the point. Don’t get down on MM just because a pack of skinny beta pork pie hat-wearing retards in Tiger Tiger are blowing up every set by acting like douchebags. If you’re new to game, stick with MM but understand that it’s an extremely deep system which only works when you get the priniciples and drop the superficial trappings.

I’ve been plateauing of late and it’s mostly expressed itself through a lack of motivation for approaching and dating. I’ve been hitting on girls mostly because I felt compelled to because I’m the guy who hits on girls, not cos I really enjoyed it. After ruminating on this during a few hot baths I decided it’s my inner game issues that need the most work. I’ve been pulling away from what I’d call the “learning stage” of pickup where you force yourself out into the field (taking “right action”) to normalise the act and to bank all of the experience. The stage where you devour ebooks and dvd sets then mechanically apply the lessons in your next sets. This stage, which took me over a year, is absolutely necessary but is robotic and fake. For a few months now I’ve felt like I can drop lots of that stuff and just rely upon my internalised game. The last couple of lays I’ve got came when I just had fun and unselfconsciously did what came natural (after over a year of drilling a new version of natural into me).

So, like when I went to Yad earlier in the year, I felt like I was in a transitional phase and needed something new to kick me forwards. The questions now became what do I want and who do I go to. There’s only two people I’ve ever paid cold hard cash to for pick-up instruction: first was the Rock Solid Game bootcamps in 2009, then Yad. This is an industry full of clowns and charlatans. Now that I’m fairly good, the pool of worthy instructors is even smaller.

Enter Skeletor.

Advanced game

I had Masters of the Universe action figures when I was a kid. I collected the dark side: BeastMan, MerMan, TrapJaw etc. I thought HeMan and ManAtArms were homo. One of my most treasured childhood memories is when my dad built a homemade Castle Grayskull out of cardboard boxes and did such a good job of it I genuinely preferred it to the official plastic version.

So this guy calls himself Skeletor and that seems like a reasonable basis to give him my money.

Hang on… Actually, I’d long heard about him and back in summer 2009 when I spent a lot of time on the LSS trying to get “into” the community he was/is the old sage of the forum. The Gandalf / Chomsky / DeepThought if you will. I’d read lots of his posts and then during a LSS free seminar in late 2009 I saw him speak. The material was similar to what Johnny Wisdom had been teaching me but I was impressed mainly with his command of the topic and manner of delivery (I was subsequently to learn he’s a hugely arrogant narcissist – a compliment in my world – and that’s where the self-assurance came from). So, he happens to advertise he’s doing inner game 1-on-1s again at precisely the time I’m looking to take them. Easy.

Or not. He’s not cheap and I’m essentially unemployed. Also, while the community is absolutely awash with instructors competing for student’s cash (and thus its a buyers market) the fact is I’d headhunted him as an instructor. Like Yad before him, at this point in my life I wanted his instruction and only his instruction. A self-imposed seller’s market…..

So I mail him to say a little about myself and what I want. At this point I’m not  yet sold on him, but sense he’s the right guy for it. I believe the teacher-student relationship is more than just cash and the nature of the topic will involve me revealing a hell of a lot about myself, stuff even my parents don’t know. I know there’s not many students like me about, so that ought to help pique his interest. He replies and sets up a 1 hour free consultation in a cafe. Ahead of time I do some serious introspection to verbalise exactly what it is I want and come up with four specific goals:

1. Believe 10s are lucky to meet me. No value taking.
2. Reduce envy of other people’s success.
3. Balance the drive to open vs the reactive need.
4. Project solidity and certainty.

I’ll break these down further. Right now I can walk up to a 7 or 8 and absolutely feel deep in my core that she is lucky I chose her and she’ll never meet a guy of my quality again. This means my manner is extremely relaxed and confident. I know I’m giving the value and she senses this. These sets go very well and I can just talk the way I want to. I SNL’d a hot 22 yr old two days ago precisely in this way (blogpost coming soon). However, when I see a girl who is at the pinnacle of female beauty I don’t have the same self-assurance. Look at my last infield with the Croatian at the train-station. She’s a ten (if you had a close up view of her face you’d not dispute it) and very confident. Although the set is ok you can just see little traces of doubt in my manner. Very subtle but enough for a girl to read.

Though I’m having way more success than I ever thought possible when getting into game, I’ve noticed I still don’t react to other people’s success stories the way I should. Whether it’s getting my knickers in a twist over Jambone‘s success in Lithuania, or like two weeks ago when the RSG guys went to do a bootcamp in Dublin. They had a great time and Burto fucked some girl in the alleyway behind the pub he’d met her in an hour earlier, Jambone got a few solid numbers from beautiful women, and the students did great. So the boys come piling back into Chateau RSG on a massive high that Sunday evening with their stories of sexual adventure. Intellectually I was genuinely pleased for them. Emotionally, I envied it. Despite the reason for my absence from the bootcamp being that I was in London making a Russian catwalk model fall in love with me (posts to follow, perhaps). Clearly this needs to change.

I’ve already mentioned I tend to approach because it’s in my identity to be the guy who approaches. When I see a hot woman walk past me I feel guilty if I don’t open her. Scarcity mentality. What I aspire to is to simply live my life and if I want to meet a new woman and see one, then I open. If those conditions aren’t in place, I simply think about other things – like actually living my normal life. I’ve got a high level skillset now so I don’t need to be trawling Covent Garden every weekend. I’ve got 35 girls in my orbit so I really don’t need new targets.

Lastly, I want to improve the masculine vibe I give out. When people talk to Tony T they feel like they’re talking to a statue on Mount Olympus such is the solidity and certainty in his subcommunication. I’m getting there but I want to be closer to it. I don’t think I need to study the body language and non-verbal micro communication. I think I need to organise my frame internally and then all that stuff will take care of itself.

Future projection

So this is the challenge I set to Skeletor.  Part Two to follow

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.