I’m a horrible bastard

January 16, 2011
krauserpua

This isn’t advice. It’s 5am, I’m in Lithuania, and I’m drunk. Highlights of the day were an instant date with a 19yr old virgin who’s only had one kiss (not one guy, one actual kiss) in her life. She looks like a goer. Also made out with two girls in Salentos and came within a whisker of a 30 second SNL in the toilets (I opened, kissed immediately and told the girl I want to fuck her in the toilets now. She said ok, and we were walking there when the bitch cockblock friend dragged her back).

So, I’m drunk. In a funny mood. My natural arsehole tendencies come out. I’m not in any way suggesting guys should act like I do here. Just giving you a window into what I do. One of my girls opens me on facebook…..

Her – what are you doing awake in the middle of the night?
Me – trying to sleep    suck my cock bitch
Her – drunk again?
Me – yes
Her – easy to see
Me – so that’s a no?
Her – mm come to [her country] first
Me – too far    I’m gonna sleep in a minute    send me a picture of you naked    is it really so much to ask?    I mean,    I’ve seen you naked a million times    fucked you in the ass    cum on your face, in your mouth    and now you are SHY about a photo? [all true]
Her – don’t you have plenty of girls there in Lithuania?
Me – Lots    but if you send a good photo, I promise not to fuck any tomorrow
Her – you said you didn’t want to talk to me. because I’m too far etc. and now I should send you a photo while you don’t really care
Me – basically    yes
Her – you’ll think about that tomorrow when you are sober
Me – perhaps    but for now    photo please
Her – stop it.
Me – I’m a horrible bastard. You know this
Her – yeah I’ve noticed
Me – I’d like a photo from behind    of you feeling yourself    maybe pretending to suck my cock    I dunno    Use your imagination
Her – you know I can’t do that for someone who is just playing with me.
Me – ok    I have to sleep now    Have a good evening
Her – have a good night
Me – 😉
Her – you’re killing me you know
Me – I’m sorry
Her – :p
Me – I don’t want to be a bastard. But I am.    And I actually enjoy it    Sorry
Her – please stop being a bastard with me    I can’t really handle it for now

You can see why I’m putting some work into straightening out my inner game. There’s that nagging pain in my head. Skeletor thinks its my conscience. I’ve got to either deal with it or kill it.

Oneitis

January 14, 2011
krauserpua

After the swine-flu season, a virulent strain of oneitis has been whizzing around Rock Solid Game.

I’ve gotten struck down with my Russian catwalk model. Jimmy has found a black model in Manchester that he is pining for. Lee has an unusual strain where he has transferred it across two girls.  Johnny is in the critical late stages, as is Perry. So far the only recovery is Burto who shook off a virulent spanish oneitis. Only Tony T has shown natural immunity.

Most shocking of all is heartbreaker Suave. I just got this terrible news ten minutes ago. I quote:

“…but my head is with the argentinian at the moment. she could potentially be my 1 itis     she is that great!
her pics doesnt make justice to what she is in person”
Oh dear. Pray for him.

The respect of your peers

January 11, 2011
krauserpua

As boys we crave the approval of our fathers and other male role models generally. As men we no longer crave approval. However we do gain satisfaction from earning the respect of great men. It is tremendously uplifting to be part of a solid crew of good male friends. Maybe it’s a hunting band thing. True greatness and maturity in a man is a rare thing these days. When you see it you want to be closer to it. Many men of my generation are aware of the tag line on James Bond novels.

Men want to be him. Women want to be with him.

This somewhat melodramatic intro leads me to the blogosphere. I don’t read “blogs”. I read people. Reading blogs is for people who read genre fiction, or buy branded clothes, or want to see the “official sponsor of…” badge on a franchise product. There’s a time and place for that but it won’t take you to the higher levels of mastery in any discipline. Once you get good at an expert system* you start headhunting people, not theories.

[I mean expert system in it’s sociological sense: a bounded system of knowledge in which mastery can be acquired leading proficient practioners to outperform lesser or unpracticed people. Examples include chess, accounting, boxing, Game]

Over on the right side of this page is my blogroll. All of them have something of interest to my archetypal reader whether it be other wannabe players treading the same path I have, or the leading lights of (non-commercial) game theory, or summaries of information I think men should integrate if they wish to see the world accurately.

A small handful of links take you to men I genuinely respect. Men who have had an impact on my intellectual development in the past couple of years. I don’t always agree with these men, but when I don’t I stop and try to figure out why. I don’t dismiss them. They have earned my respect to the extent that I take them seriously and will tease through the disagreement until I’ve reached a resolution to my own satisfaction. These are blogs I read religiously and recommend you do the same. So in no particular order:

Ferdinand Bardamu – He’s constantly misrepresented as a game blogger and men’s right’s activist. I think it’s closer to call him an iconoclastic independent thinker who happens to concern himself with real male issues. I think he disappears up his own arse hair-splitting anti-semitism and white nationalism but few people can write something political that I haven’t thought of before and I immediately agree with. Ferdie does about once a fortnight.
Mish – Nobody has influenced my views on economics and political organisation as much as this investment analyst and libertarian activist. His financial commentary and clarity of thought cuts through the bullshit of an obtuse sphere. Mish consistently reminds me that the real world is very simple, and daily news stories very easy to decipher, if you just stick to some basic principles of human action.
Roissy – I have an Ernie Terrell-like stubborness against using his new name. Roissy is the guy who put me onto the importance of sexual reality and the dark side of competitive sexual interactions. I find him bitter and at times a parody of himself but he’s another deceptively clear thinker, blessed with poetic turn of phrase that can enliven the driest of topics. For all his declared amoral hedonism the guy clearly cares deeply about the impending collapse of western civilisation and the plight of desperate put-upon beta males.
Assanova – I really don’t understand what motivates the guy. He’s been blogging for years and is constantly threatening to leave the community. Yet week after week he posts deep wisdom on all things game. His advice is almost anti-game but he can consistently put across a single elegant idea that stays with you next time you interact with a girl. Very astute. He brags rather too much about his looks, his charm, and the apparent legions of women who open him non-stop.
Ricky Rawness – If ever a guy projects an aura of been-there-read-it-done-it it’s this guy. His various thematic series (e.g. Myth of the Middle Class Alpha Male) are classics worth returning to time after time. When it comes to the meaning underlying social interactions, Ricky “gets it”. Big time.
Raedwald – It means something to be English. There is a small kernel of core attitudes and moral principles that exemplify what made England the greatest country in history, giving the world cricket, football, boxing, empire, the agricultural and industrial revolutions, and chips’n’gravy. Raedwald is truly English in spirit and he uses this to write about the political and social issues of the day.

For any of you not on this list, it doesn’t necessarily mean I think you’re a cunt. Except for Jimmy and Burto. You are cunts.

Fraud Game

January 1, 2011
krauserpua

Nothing helps you empty a guy’s wallet like making him believe you can get him laid. The community is full of needy suckers desperate to buy happiness. No matter how bad your game sucks you can leverage it to make some cash. Here’s how.

Get an avatar
Give yourself a cheesy nickname that hints at some hidden magic – such as Fantasia, Ten-Close, Flyboy. Even better put your given name infront of it to become Chuck Fantasia, Pete Ten-Close, or Wilbur Flyboy. Needy virgins will assume you earned the moniker through deeds done infield. Instant credibility.

Ten-Close with his new HB9.5 MLTR

Peacock like a retard
If you look normal, you’re a normal guy. Peacock theory means if you look like a complete douchebag, like a 100% bell-end who makes everyone’s stomach turn in disgust yet you still get laid then you must have mad skills. Of course no-one needs to know you don’t actually get laid. The furry hat and goggles have already been claimed so you’ll need something new. But start with the basics – a thumbring, embroidered blazer, Affliction or Ed Hardy t-shirt, blonde tints in overly-spiked hair, some metal junk in your face. Then add one individual item that you become known for – the Jamiroquai hat, if you will.

Bell-end

So now you have a retard name and bell-end fashion. Next comes the lame website. Think of the company name that includes words like “pua”, “atttraction”, “science” and so on. Knock up a website on a standard content management system and buy the domain name. So you are now the proud proprieter of http://www.attractionscience101.com or http://www.alphasciencegetlaidnowsystems.com.

What should the website contain?
– A main page showing lots of stock model photos of girls you clearly have not fucked. Large flashing letters promise pussy-pounding-action right now if the student gives you money.
– A pop page offering a free ebook if the student gives their email and credit card details, known as the “squeeze page”.
– Silohuette images of curvy girls in seductive poses.
– Photos of you in a nightclub trying to squeeze into other people’s party photos, perhaps leaning in to a girl who doesn’t even know your name and acting like you’ve fucked her.
– A fake infield video (see below).
– Made-up testimonials from anonymous made-up students.
– If you can find some affiliate cross-marketers get them to talk you up with some quotes.
– Soundbites dropped into the site text saying you are the “leading authority” and “widely recognised as…” and other such weasel words that mean nothing at all.

Optional extras are to pretend like you’re a big-shot company. Put up logos of men’s magazines and tv shows. Put up an “instructors” page full of try-hard virgins acting cool. Give them ratings for how awesome they are like some kind of top trumps game. Constantly imply that the student can just buy success with women instantly.

Now you’re ready to astroturf the forums. You’ll need to create multiple accounts. Offer some free one-on-ones like you’re doing everyone a huge favour. Don’t actually give any. Don’t even reply to mails because you wanna seem busy. Then go on the reviews sub-forums as a pretend-student and gush about awesome you are. Imply that each student had mind-blowing instant success with women and is now getting laid like gangbusters. Fill all the forum members with the dread that they’ve been doing it wrong this whole time and you are the answer to their prayers.

You’ve got some unique jargon for your method, right? If not, download everything you can get your hands on from bittorrent then skim through looking for old ideas not currently in vogue. Rip them off and put a new name on them. For example, if cocky funny hasn’t been popular for a while, call it “Humour Strike” and keep banging on and on about it till the name sticks. If its routines that are out of fashion put something in for the engineers and computer programmers – call it “Micro Logorythms”. If you’re short of ideas, just rename direct game into something like “Route One” or “Tank Rush Game” and pretend everything everyone else has been doing for years is something new. Old wine, new bottles. Suckers fall for it every time.

Now spam the fuck out of the whole forum with your new jargon. Hijack every thread so the members think Mystery was doing Micro Logorythms the whole time and just didn’t realise it. Before long they’ll forget their own names and you can start signing them up.

Eventually someone is gonna demand an infield video so have a faked one ready. An entirely staged video won’t do, but it’s easy to work one as follows. First think. Why are noobs so obsessed with getting the phone number? For a normal guy, phone numbers lead to sex with high consistency. Why is that? Most “pick-ups” go like this:

  1. Girl sees guy when two social circles meet, such as at a house party. She likes the guy. She gives him approach invitations which he doesn’t even notice. She goes home frustrated. He goes home oblivious.
  2. Girl puts herself into social situations where the guy will be. Gets into conversation with him. Drops huge IOIs. He still doesn’t notice. This goes on several weeks.
  3. Girl finally gets desperate to be noticed so she gets drunk and pretty much jumps the guy. Now he starts to sense perhaps this girl likes him. She’s been sitting talking to him for two hours as he prattles on about bullshit – is that an IOI? So he starts up his “game”.
  4. Girls endures five hours of painfully inept courtship from a guy she decided to fuck weeks ago. She can’t take anymore tonight so she gives her phone number.
  5. Guy calls girl. Runs more “game”. Girl is relieved when they get back to her place so he can shut up and they finally fuck.
  6. Guy pats himself on the back for his awesome game. He really picked up that girl good.

Thus most times a guy gets a number it leads to sex, or at least some dates. He takes this mentality into a cold approach when there’s none of the initial attraction and the girl is a long long way from the sex decision. Milk this for all it’s worth as follows.

  1. Get mic’d up and have a wing video you walking up to a girl.
  2. Say “woo!” or similar high energy bullshit. Force your way into the set.
  3. Turn your sexuality off completely. Do not be a sexual threat. Be utterly ambiguous about your intent. Pretend to be gay.
  4. The girl thinks you are a harmless homo, or lame social guy. No problem, she’s happy to have friends she doesn’t have to fuck, so long as they entertain her and do all the work.
  5. Do all the work. Drop in routine after routine. Not only does this dancing monkey act keep the girl listening (while thoroughly uninvested) but it looks to the student like its the routines that are making the set succeed.
  6. Number close with some vague bullshit miles away from a date with sexual intent, such as “you know, we sometimes do surf parties at the beach. Give me your number and I’ll invite you down with your friends sometime”
  7. High-five, salsa spin, and then walk back to the camera as if she’s already sucked your cock.
  8. Re-edit the video to include comments from you analysing the set and intimating like you fucked her later. If you didn’t actually get a number just edit it out and pretend you did.

By now you’ll have a load of students gagging for you to relieve them of their money. You’re gonna need some products.

Bootcamps – Round up a few losers on the forums and call them approach coaches. List the bootcamp for £1,000 but offer special discounts down to £500 on flimsy pretexts. Rip-off some Mystery Method material and jazz it up, such as by renaming the stages and putting them in a triangle or hexagon shape. After a few hours in a cafe presenting this give the students a few lame openers and throw them into sets.

Sit back and drink beer, counting your loot. When students come back discouraged tell them the girl was massively into them and it was almost a same night lay. If they fail too much tell them it’s not about results and the promises of pussy-pounding action were just metaphorical. Tell them it’s about acquiring the skills, about showing them a path. If that doesn’t bite start some esoteric inner game talk and how they shouldn’t care what other people think because they are a Ten.

Ebooks – This ought to be self-explanatory. Rip off someone else’s material, rename it, and then pad out the pages with photos of models you’re not fucking, and made-up stories about stuff you never actually did with girls you never actually met in bars that don’t actually exist. Sell it for $98. On the website write “at just $98” because the magic word “just” makes it seem cheap. Claim it has a $500 value and will cost $600 in twenty minutes time and if they don’t buy it right now they’ll never get laid again.

DVDs – Edit together a bunch of your fake infields and pad it out with micro-analysis of you talking to a handcam on a tripod in your front room. Persuade some other scam artists to do some guest appearances. Remember the Emperor has no clothes.

Give this aboout a year and you’ll be a name in the community. Then you won’t even need to keep doing any of the work – just keep spamming your mailing list, turning up at superconferences, and churning out more product. Before long people will write on forums things like “I was wondering how Mystery, Style, Janka and Pete Ten-Close get all their success…..”

Job done.

Inflation: Everywhere and always an immature phenomenon

December 28, 2010
krauserpua

Let’s allow Ludwig Von Mises to consider inflation and it’s evil consequences:

“There is no means of avoiding the final collapse of a boom brought about by credit expansion. The alternative is only whether the crisis should come sooner as the result of a voluntary abandonment of further credit expansion, or later as a final and total catastrophe of the currency system involved” – source

As the great but ultimately flawed Milton Friedman stated, inflation is everywhere and always a monetary phenomenon. It is created by the central banks and their flunkies in the money centre banks. For those of you with a genuine interest in the theory of money and credit, a surprisingly alive topic and one necessary to attain intellectual mastery, go over to Mish‘s website for his commentary on the roving cavaliers of credit.

But this isn’t the inflation I’m talking about.

I’ve been reading “King Warrior Magician Lover” (Robert Moore and Douglas Gillette) as part of my Skeletor homework. A fascinating book that I’m only halfway through. It’s heavily influenced by Carl Jung, a guy I never really got into during my psychology classes. Back then I was a hardcore Scientist to make even Richard Dawkins blush and thus if a proposition couldn’t be falsified, it had no value. Now I’m becoming more sympathetic to the 19th Century German conception of science as a unified and systematic system of enquiry. And thus symbolism and cultural commentary is back on the menu. But I digress….

Four Archetypes of Male Psychology

Moore & Gilette contend that modern society is undergoing a crisis of masculinity in which boys are not being inducted into manhood due to an absence of coming of age rituals. This leads men to remain esconded in Boy Psychology throughout adulthood. I used to first notice this when I worked out in weightlifting gyms – they’d be full of huge men completely lacking any maturity or confidence. My brother and I used to call them “little boys in gorilla costumes“. I saw the same thing throughout university when many highlyregarded academics where just building walls and fences of inpenetrable jargon and bullshit to protect a vulnerable core of intellectual incompetence. But due to their socially elevated position and the huge barriers to entry in getting to their ideas, they were able to sit atop Mount Olympus and pretend to be gods. I used to call them “a dwarf on a mountain”.

M&G offer more examples: “the drug dealer, the ducking and diving political leader, the wife beater, the chronically crabby boss, the hot shot junior executive, the unfaithful husband, the company yes man, the indifferent graduate school advisor, the holier than thou minister, the gang member” and interestingly the therapist to attacks his clients’ efforts to shine and achieve so he can impose upon them a gray mediocrity. These are all boys pretending to be men. I’d add the perpetual-SNLing PUA, and the Roissy-ite “more alpha than thou” douchebag who haunts the manosphere. [though not Roissy himself, just his keyboard jockeying commentors].

Each of the four adult male archetypes has a preceding Boy archetype that determines the final makeup of the mature male, should he make the ego-killing transition to Man Psychology. In this sense the boy is the father of the man. The archetypes are:

KING: The Divine Child [DC]

WARRIOR: The Hero [HE]

MAGICIAN: The Precocious Child [PC]

LOVER: The Oedipal Child [OC]

These boy archetypes represent a balance between two extremes, or shadow sides, which boys need to tread carefully to avoid becoming a fucked-up worthless little turd. The Divine Child is the baby Jesus/Moses of unlimited potential who is both almighty and vulnerable at the same time. He is the source of life, energy and boyish wonderment at the world, producing our sense of wel being and enthusiasm for life. However when out of balance one extreme is the High Chair Tyrant, sitting at the table banging his spoon and demanding the universe revolve around him and his insatiable desires. He is exemplified by Spoilt Bastard in Viz, or the typical American entitlement princess. This leads to inflation through pride, hubris and narcissism. When the HCT is set loose upon the world as an immature adult we end up with Hitler and Stalin. Less murderous we get a Dick Fuld who would rather bankrupt Lehman Brothers than deal with his own hubris and grandiosity. In pick up, it’s Mystery.

The opposite extreme for the DC is the Weakling Prince, a pathetic little boy with no personality, initiative or enthusiam for life. This boy plays the sickly child who needs mollycoddled throughout life lest he break. It’s fake because he attacks those around him with sarcasm and passive-aggressiveness. He’s playing the Kick Me game.

The Hero is full of desire to achieve, to impress and to become great. He provides the means to tap into our masculine energies and propel us from boyhood to adulthood. But as M&G comment, “ours is not the age for heroes. Ours is an age of envy, in which laziness and self-involvement are the rule. Aynoe who tries to shine… is dragged back down by his lackluster and self-appointed peers”. If you’re making a connection to socialism and why it is the enemy of moral character, well done.

When out of balance he is commonly a Grandstander Bully who believes the centre stage belongs to him and he’s going to rattle off display after display of unnecessary attention whoring so everyone will applaud his brilliance. Think of Tom Cruise in Top Gun, or Cristiano Ronaldo. He’s the jingoistic officer throwing his men into peril to earn his Victoria Cross. The hero thinks himself invulnerable and chases the impossible dream.But once the hero has slain the dragon and rescued the princess he doesn’t know how to live with her. At the other extreme is the Coward. This is self-explanatory.

Totally irrelevant

The Precocious Child is eager to learn and wants to share it with others. He is an adventurer in the world of ideas with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. He represents our curiosity and impulse. When twisted at an extreme he can be the Know-It-All-Trickster who is constantly manipulating and playing tricks. He sells us a psychological lie just to enjoy pulling the rug out form under us once we’ve commited to it. He’s the Jim Jones looking to lead his followers into the jungle. Unlike the PC, he participates in discussions simply to show how clever he is. He has no interest in helping others or advancing the inquiry towards truth. His knowledge is a sham and thus he’s aggressive when pressed lest everyone realise the smoke and mirrors hiding his vacuous mind. Such immature men delight in wrecking things of beauty, diminishing great accomplishments, and have an authority problem. They will never achieve anything of note themselves and thus feed their egos by becoming haters. Think of the fat virgin losers on PUAhate. Many keyboard jockeys are KIATs. They have no heroes because to have heroes is to admire others. The opposite extreme for the PC is the Dummy. He seems unresponsive and dull but it’s often a shame to hide his grandiosity because he feels he’s too important to share it with the world. He’s a secret KIAT.

The Oedipal Child is passionate with a deep appreciation of inner depth. He is warm and affectionate, interested in spirituality. When out of balance he can become the Mama’s Boy. He persistently chases the impossible perfection of female essence, trying to reconnect with his mother. He moves rapidly from one woman to another unable to find satisfaction with an actual mortal woman. He’s the number’s game roadsweeper who trawls nightclubs at 2am to take home drunk skanks. He may compulsively masturbate and collect pornography. He doesn’t want to have an actual relationship because that involves taking on responsibility and he’s too immature for that. At the other pole is the Dreamer. This pretentious little shit sits on a rock meditating on the infinite complexities and beauties of life, withdrawn and depressed in his own little Emo kid world. He’s the teenager who sits in his dark bedroom listening to The Smiths, dressing like Jarvis Cocker, and never getting anything done. Top Man exists to relieve them of money.

Inflation is the condition in which a boy lives when he is at an extreme of his archetype. He stays there into adulthood. Inflation is what we talk about to say “he has an inflated ego” or “he needs to be brought down a peg”. It’s the hubris that leads to nemesis. The pride before the fall. Inflated boys want to just be. They don’t want to do the work to be great, they just want the river of greatness to flow to them. They are the theory junkie PUAs who never approach women but type volumes on the internet about what other doers should do instead. They are the gurus who won’t release infields lest they be exposed (KIAT). They are the cultish gurus who collect acolytes and send them into the jungle without food and water (HCT) to face rejection after rejection until their spirits are crushed. They are the lay-report fabricating PUAs who tell noobs they have threesomes five times a week with playboy models (GSB), and in some cases they might even get those lays. They are the cowards who sign up to a $1,000 bootcamp and then wont do a single approach  then blab on the internet how it’s everyone’s fault but their own. They are the dreamers who sit at home reading Echardt Tolle and navel-gazing their nimbus without ever talking to girls.

The Russian Infiltrator

December 23, 2010
krauserpua

For the first time since my divorce I’m in a normal relationship.

Perhaps I should define “normal”. I’ve still got my harem which consists of Thai and Jap in London, plus High-T as a fuckbuddy, and Brazil, Greek, Dissident, and ManEater as active but as yet unclosed targets while Estonian Model and Spaniard are long game possibles. I’m on Eurostar as I type to spend a week servicing Frenchie in Paris. Muslim is talking about visiting London again, as is Wonky Fringe. The Croatian Virgin opens me on Facebook every day and Croatian 10 is in long-game irregular rapport chat. I’ll be in Lithuania for a week in January when I’ll meet Painter, Borat, Salsa, Low Esteem and possibly also High Esteem, Squirrel and Newscaster. I expect to fuck at least two of them. Also Finland will be coming round for a bit of action too. There’s another ten girls which are in a looser orbit and may or may not go somewhere.

Despite this I’ve finally met a girl who inspires me to have a normal relationship in which we date, connect, and do all the normal boyfriend-girlfriend things. She’s the Russian catwalk model I picked up in Piccadilly a month ago. A solid ten if ever there was one. Here at Chateau RSG we are all using the beauty / esteem typology and this one is high beauty / high esteem. We are also complimentary opposites in polarity and good complimentary DNA matches. So the theoretical boxes are ticked and we both really enjoy spending time together. There’s a spark there that is extremely rare and I haven’t felt for years.

daydreaming

After the pickup I did some light messaging on Facebook while I was in Croatia, trying to draw her in. Then we had a first date beginning with a pint, then an English tea shop, then my members bar. It went astonishingly well, stretching into six hours, and finishing with a light kiss close. I almost couldn’t believe it because this girl seems too good to be true. I was having some real “I’m not worthy” moments and fortunately had enough game to hold the frame through them. This date was immediately after my first consultation with Skeletor and I told him “I’ve got a first date with a perfect ten. I’ll find a way to fuck it up” yet I managed to not fuck up – quite the opposite cos I smashed the ball out the park.

Second date went even better, beginning with coffee in Covent Garden and then a sunday roast in a pub and on to Bradley’s Spanish Bar where we ended up in a serious makeout. Another six hour date that went perfectly. I was starting to realise this girl adores me and feels lucky to have met me. A ten. Wow. She actually told me that when I kissed her it was the best feeling she’s ever experienced.

Third date was a walk around Camden market in the snow, a few drinks in a bar (the same one I’d gamed the thai barmaid in – I wanted to let Russia preselect me in front of her but unfortunately she wasn’t there) and then an extraction. No f-close even though she desperately wants me to fuck her. She’s angling for the relationship (as am I) so she’s protecting her value. There’s alot more to it than this and I might write about it later.

Current status is she’s gone home for Christmas and is knitting me a sweater with my name on it. She’s fallen head over heels for me and I’m so into her I’m gonna properly date her. The only question is upon which terms?

She knows about the harem and isn’t too enthused by it. She says she understands why I have it and that it’s okay but I’ll need to disband it before we can have a relationship. I’m certain she’s just fronting and will take whatever I offer her but that’s not the point – I’m genuinely thinking I should disband the harem (more on that later in my next post about Skeletor). I’ve actually stopped opening girls while I decide what to do.

I think I have to find closure on the reasons I have my harem. I’ve put lots of work into it and it’s my current mission. My best guess is I’ll knock over four or five girls in the next month and then when Russia comes back I’ll freeze the harem and start dating. I don’t think I’ll be ready for exclusivity until I’ve banged a few more girls.

The fact I’m even considering it makes me feel strange.

NB – I’ve saved all the mails, texts and facebook chats for this one so I have a full trail from the video of the initial pick up to where we are now. I’m holding it back for now.

Twisted Sister vs Good Charlotte

December 8, 2010
krauserpua

I’ve been doing a few youtube comfort routines of late on girls I’ve had back at Chateau RSG. It’s the intellectual / cultural mastery element required for Soul Collection (part four of my Harem Game seminar). A good one is to run the 1980s rock opera playlist while commenting on it’s cultural significance. Oh, what’s that you say? Works best on young non-Western girls who were neither born yet nor from a culture that plays them in discos. Swot up on wikipedia then show them the following videos:

  • Meat Loaf – Bat out of Hell / Paradise By The Dashboard Lights / I’d Do Anything For Love
  • Bonnie Tyler – Total Eclipse of the Heart / Holding Out For a Hero / Have You Ever Seen The Rain
  • Heart – Alone
  • Celine Dion – It’s All Coming Back To Me
  • Meat Loaf and Cher – Dead Ringer For Love

These are real bombastic epics with lyrics full of angst, love lost, adventure sought. Generally ending with the girl pining over the guy she lost or the dangerous alpha she never caught. Great for buying temperature spiking and framing the girl sitting on your couch or lying in your bed. Anyhoo, I spent part of this morning teaching Thai to sing the lyrics to The Firm’s “Star Trekkin” when I happened to compare and contrast these two videos.

Anyone else think they are basically the same song (thematically)?

Middle class teenage angst? Check

Rebellion against authority figures? Check

Don’t wanna grow up and take on the responsibilities of adulthood? Check

A vague sense that society is selling you a path to disatisfaction? Check

A calling to arms? Check

Twisted Sister do it the best. I’ve been singing it all day around the house. And yeah, if you are passionate about this stuff the girl really does like it. BTW, I racked up another SNL on Friday – I’ll post about it soon.

The most preposterous false rape claim I’ve heard yet

December 6, 2010
krauserpua

Ferdinand Bardamu over at In Mala Fide is trying to get the Manosphere behind Julian Assange as he battles not just the despicable femcunts who are trying to throw him in jail simply because he’s a beta male, but also the shady machinations of government who would like to see Wikileaks destroyed.

I fully support FB in this. I fully support Julian Assange.

The short story is this: a man-hating revenge junkie feminist cunt and her friend, a slacky-fannied groupie slut both willingly jumped his bones when he was visiting Sweden for a lecture. Due to whatever deranged shit goes on inside feminist minds they got all menstrual about him moving on to better things and then decided to take him down (well, being women and feminists they obviously got white knight manginas to do the actual work. A legal case of “lets you and him fight“). By fabricating a ludicrous charge of rape. Make no mistake – this is feminism in its purest form. The long story is here:

Part one

Part two

Part three

These bitches are trying to send an innocent man to prison for years. They are trying to ruin his life. Gleefully trying. These cunts deserve to be fucking destroyed. Anna Ardin and Sofia Wilén should be nailed to a fucking cross (metaphorically speaking) and jailed for just as long as the average actual rapist gets and every mangina and every fembot involved in pushing this bullshit case forward should be disgraced and thrown into the street to get a real job.

I don’t usually get bothered by feminists these days but every now and then I’m reminded of the pure evil they have wrought upon our world and their singled-minded destruction of everything that is great about Western civilisation. These two femcunts are at the extreme end of the spectrum.

Female readers – if you ever wonder why men won’t give up seats for you on the train anymore, why they pump and dump you after an alcohol-fuelled tryst, or why so many beta males carry so much anger and misogyny inside them – here’s your answer. It’s because your mothers stood by and let the feminists create a culture that tolerates this. It’s because you stand by and take the benefits even if you don’t actively cause the damage. Make no mistake – feminism is your enemy too. Feminism is the enemy of every young fertile woman who wants to meet a nice guy and marry him. Feminism is the enemy of every mother who is raising a son and wants him to live happily. Feminism is the enemy of every woman who wants to live in a civilised country with safe streets, modern transport, and modern conveniences.

If these ideas are new to you and you can’t see the causal connection between feminism and our dying culture, read this. It’s the best article available and it’ll blow your mind.

Think about that next time some mousey haired, infertile over-the-hill angy fembot is teaching Womyn’s Studies at your University. Think about the vile hate she is spewing from her taxpayer-funded seat of privelege (paid for by the beta males she denounces, of course). Think about this before you witter on about “patriarchy” in a bar when men are present. Cos if you witter on in front of me I’m going to kick you in the cunt.

Normal service will be resumed tomorrow, and I’ll return to regalling you dear readers with my sexual hijinks.

Yosha tries to daygame my girl

October 24, 2010
krauserpua

It’s bootcamp weekend again and I’m back at the house resting. My phone buzzes as Thai texts:

Her – 20 mins ago [about half five, Sunday afternoon], a guy who is probably ur student or ur competitor try to pick me at covent garden! So funny 🙂
Me – Brilliant! Was is a skillful pick-up? Was he cool?  [no jealousy, just professional interest]
Her – I think he’s ok, not bad but cool. He followed pick-up step and quite natural but u r better 😉  [she sat through my day game model lecture during the Street Storm bootcamp]

 

Thai asked for her picture to be taken down so here's a random Thai hottie...

Me – I’m one of the best in Europe 😉 [actually I’m not even the best in my house] Do you think he was a student or instructor? What did he look like (maybe I know him)
Her – I think he’s instructor cos he looks more skillful than normal men. He has blond hair, it’s as long as ur friend (who has blond hair and also exclusive gf)  [Of everyone in Chateau RSG, she considers Wisdom’s unique identifier to be that he has only one girlfriend. Yes, we’re all going to hell]. Probably in the same age as u and has same height as u. he wears “the northface” coat.
Me – Google image “andy yosha”. Is it him? He looks like xxxxxx [mild amog, I won’t repeat it here]
Her – Maybe yes. Is he in the same company as yad? cos i met yad as well, just walked pass. [I showed her the famous kiss close video of him a month ago]
Me – Yes, same company. Met or saw Yad? Were they together?
Her – I saw yad. I recognise only yad at first. Yad come with another guy but i cannot recognise if he’s the same guy who chased me. But the guy who wanna pick up came to talk to me alone.
Me – It’s always 1-on-1. So, the obvious question: what is your rating of Yosha? Score out of 10.  [obvious question to me is not “did you give him your number?”]
Her – The score that I’ll give him for pick-up skill? I give 7.
Me – Pretty good 😉 My score?
Her – Ummmm    Today I come with my friend but the day I met u I come alone. Btw, after I saw you talk to many girls at Starbuck, it should be 9 🙂  [Referring to two incidents where I picked up girls right in front of her with coffee shop game, including a masterful set during the Street Storm weekend with a beautiful French girl. Didn’t go for the numbers out of politeness to my girl]
Me – Good girl. Do you feel honoured to be fucked by the top daygamer? 😛 Last question – did you think Yosha was cool enough that you would let him stick his cock in you? [another mild amog]
Her – Haha, If I don’t feel like that, why I’m still with u now 🙂 and I won’t have sex with him for sure. He’s not my type and also less cool than u 😛
Me – Haha. +10 points for you. This is a great story – I’m gonna write about it on my blog.
Her – Haha ok. But what if he’s not yosha? I’m afraid that u will be embarrassing.
Me – I don’t care. It’s a good story. He’ll see it and laugh. [presumably. He doesn’t seem the type to fixate on any one girl]

... and a gun-totting panda

For those of you who can’t read between the lines, I’ll spell it out for you:

  • I respect Yosha’s skills but this is my girl so I have to amog him to keep clear our respective values in her mind.
  • She’s the most unbiased judge possible. Not.

 

Some things people have been saying about me

October 4, 2010
krauserpua

WordPress has a pretty good analytics page to track site hits, search engine results and so on. Every now and then I’m gratified to find novel ways for people finding this site.

A comedy forum described me as “Krauser PUA!! He’s the very model of the modern major Womaniser.” A guy following the link commented “That blog is scary.” It gets even better and my heart swelled with pride to read:

“OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT BLOG IS ABSOLUTELY SUBLIMELY MAD!

What a treasure. What a fucked up unbelievable treasure. I can’t believe people like this exist. To be fair though his day game model is truly a step above the rest. I honestly envy a man which such a perfectly structured set and who aspires to be Patrick Bateman.”

Sosuave linked me as the “Short, fat, bald, old guy routinely scoring hotties half his age.” I suppose I should take that as a compliment. One guy replied “When I read your post I was expecting to see a Danny de Vito look alike. Instead it´s a Jason Statham look alike.” I’ve also been told I’m ugly-to-average, a source of much merriment among the guys in Chateau RSG.

Favourite searches that led people to me blog are:

fat, small cock
pua are worthless
girl fucks panda
first muslim sucks my cock

[edit – today someone searched “porn shemale sex treasure squirting” to get here. WTF? K.]

[edit 2 – I nearly pissed myself laughing when I saw I’d been linked on a Liverpool FC fan blog. First some guy shamelessly regurgitates my Book of Alpha series, not that I mind but at least give me the credit, and then this guy links to me with this comment:

“This is hilarious/worrying. Just the post titles alone are worth the time it takes to look on there: ‘Five Fingers Fucks In five Days’, ‘I Bang My First Half-Finnish, Half-Kazhak Lithuanian’, ‘Take that Fritz!’, ‘Chimpanzee Game With The Japanese’…..

And on & on it goes. I’m genuinely impressed with this nutter, not for his womanising ways and what-not, but for his utter mentalism and enthusiasm to document it.”

Priceless!