The Joy of Daygame

May 31, 2016
krauserpua

I’ve been wandering around with my dictaphone a lot recently. I just wrap the hands-free set around my neck chain, click “go” on the unit, put it in my pocket and I’m ready. This means very long recordings of silence, eating and the occasional tinkle of mid-afternoon toilet breaks. Don’t worry, I edited those out. One thing I realised it that lots of my recordings are dumb retarded shit *. When I’m out with Jimmy Jabroni they are incredibly retarded.

Anyway, I digress.

I’ve been having tremendous fun with my daygame as I feel like I’ve finally broken out of the outcome dependence** and gotten to a point where I’m just lolling for lolz. I’m abusing the model now and freestyling . So I figured that instead of doing a po-faced infield product of boring workman-like sets that send everyone to sleep *** it would be good to just give away all my recent infield recordings for free. I’ve got a few SDLs to start with. Bear in mind my focus is on doing the game rather than recording the sets, so I often fuck things up on the audio-visual side. We’ll kick this off with Anastasia, a cute blonde who was foolish enough to be walking up Khreschatyk Street in central Kiev at 10pm. It was dark and rammed with greasy Turkish sex tourists propositioning all the girls for money. Absolutely gross.

While I was filming the squalid scene on my phone cam for Jimmy and generally bitching and moaning about the horrible street vibe, I spot a slim ballerina-body girl gazing through the window of Zara. She had big heels, black tights, and a vulnerable air. Right ho, I think, that’s my first set of the day. I chatted a little by the window and she was giving off sparkly eyes and letting me get close. So a minute or two in I sit on the ledge of the window and she just stays close. An old babushka interrupts to sell us lucky flowers, so I try to walk her away. Instead she engages the old woman and buys a bouquet. I bounce her to a nearby bench and when it seems on walk her off to an Irish bar for a drink. At this point I check my recording and accidently plug the mic into the headphones socket and the audio gets horrible. So the audio stops as we are about to walk to the bar.

I’ve skipped the audio from the pub as it’s completely fucked. We spent about 45 minutes in there sitting side-by-side in a dark booth and were soon making out. She was massively horny, throwing herself at me. So I got her to straddle me and I took my dick out in the pub. Classy. It didn’t take long of her tugging at that before I considered it wise to pull her home. Once we got inside I was able to turn on the video so you can see the (blurred) close from 16 minute mark. She was a K-selected low-notch girl but as you’ll hear right at the end, she hadn’t had sex in nine months. That’s how I caught her at the r-most side of her spectrum. Next I’ll put up an SDL I got the afternoon before with a proper ratbag. Neither were stunners, but SDLs never are****

This is what a real SDL looks like, when you’re not hiring actresses. More to come.

* No, not the Womanizer’s Bible podcasts. Those are quality.

** The 22 near misses of 2015 had quite a big impact on my zen-like calm.

*** i.e. every infield product that’s not called Daygame Overkill.

**** for other people, that is. I’ve clacked a few stunners same day.

Rabbits gonna rabbit

May 23, 2016
krauserpua

I’ve been reading the Anonymous Conservative blog a lot lately. After mine, it’s probably the best blog on the internet* Now I’m quite aware that many of my readers do not share my genocidal tendencies so I’ll endeavour to keep this discussion of a political concept as apolitical as possible. It’s highly relevant to how you daygame. Let’s first parse the rabbit/wolf concept:

  • r stands for reproductive focus – the rabbit strategy of pumping out lots of cheap offspring and fucking whatever moves. It’s a response to overwhelming predation.

  • K stands for competitive focus – the wolf strategy of mating for life and raising pups together, teaching them to hunt and integrate socially with the pack. It’s a response to selective pressure for individual excellence.

There are three primary mechanisms by which the ratio of r/K expression shifts in a society:

1. Environmental cues alter psychology and biology during childhood development
2. Changes in the population’s underlying genetic ratio
3. Changes in social promotion

Together, these produce the cycle of history, in which hardship creates a superior K selected group, which conquers, prospers, becomes r-selected, and collapses.

r/K theory also fully explains the American political bipolar spectrum of left-liberal vs. right-conservative. However, the story is a little more complex, because America is a decadent empire in decline, so both sides are mostly r.

Put in simple terms, rabbits are fast-breeding, highly treacherous, quantity strategists whereas wolves are slow-breeding, highly trustworthy, quality strategists. Rabbits are r, wolves are K. This is, in a nutshell, why you rarely see rabbity men with quality women. All those PUA videos on YouTube are stuffed full of mediocre or just plain grotty women, while the men all have that shifty, feminised, untrustworthy look. If you want to test this, just check out a few videos that have titles such as “Ugly Guy Pulls Hot Model From Street” or “Playboy Model – Fast Pull From Club”** Turn the volume down and just absorb the body language of the PUA – especially if it’s a piece de camera and he’s looking directly at the lens. Watch for the shifty eyes, the evasive body language, and the odd incongruence between his mouth and his eyes.

Now turn the volume up and listen to the grammatical construction of sentence, the precision of the language (mainly the lack of it, such as weasel words), the hints of things not really spoken. Look for the frame underlying the advice – it’s almost always one of manipulation or getting something you don’t really deserve due to knowing secret tricks. Phrases such as “so I met this girl and…. [tells long convoluted unconvincing story]… and then, at the end…. happy times!”

What the fuck does “happy times” mean? Did you fuck her? Did she give unbeatable LMR? Did you have a drink, good chat, but she demurred because she has a boyfriend? What actually happened? That’s an example from Tyler’s Blueprint Decoded, by the way. As good as the video is – and I do highly recommend it – it’s Exhibit A in a rabbit rabbiting. Naturally, there’s no evidence of Tyler banging quality. Lots of smoke and mirrors though, for the easily tricked.

When you watch PUAs talk you’ll always get an icky feeling in your gut. You want it to be true because they are telling you that you too can fuck hot girls. Yeah yeah looks don’t matter, it’s all about state, mate. Yeah yeah just grind out the sets and you’ll get there. Yeah yeah just learn these little tricks and gambits in my bullet point list of hacks. You want to believe it and because you’re probably not very calibrated right now it’s easy for experienced hustlers to blow smoke up your ass. The icky feeling comes from observing incongruence – your logical brain and ego are tricked by the bullshit but your hindbrain is sharp enough to send the danger signals. It’s the same way you feel before an ostensibly friendly Brazilian helping you find your way to your Rio hostel suddenly pulls a knife and mugs you ***

This is the quantity / quality equivocation in action. They’ll show you actual success with mediocre girls (and bear in mind these are cherry-picked examples, not the normal reality) and then crosscut that evidence with smoke n mirrors clips of actual hot girls. So when you see a montage of a guy “beasting” a nightclub or pulling at girl’s sleeves on the street outside you’ll probably see (i) short clips with hot girls that are fun but no real compliance cross-cut with (ii) clips of actual compliance with grot girls. Vince Kelvin is particularly clumsy at this trick. RSD are very smooth with it.

So you’ll be shown a heavily-edited smoke n mirrors video showing not much actual success while they tell you it’s “ten game”. And then you’re subjected to a long sales letter doing the usual Influence routine of elevating your pain, offering a solution, anchoring to high price, then pressuring you into acting now on temporary low price.

So how is this about rabbits and wolves?

As Anonymous Conservative so perceptively observes, rabbits are all about image and status. In a world of abundant resources you don’t need to worry about starvation. Therefore attention turns to status-based one-upmanship in order to display mate fitness over other rabbits. This leads to politicians worrying about the “optics” of a policy rather than the real-world effect, Instagram tarts chasing likes of staged “my real life, honest” photos, chodes wearing pocket squares in Vegas nightclubs, and PUAs blowing smoke up your ass****. In contrast, when resources become scarce again in the coming Apocalypse suddenly no-one gives a shit about image and status. All that matters is can you go get the resources and defend them in a hostile world. Wolves care about getting shit done. They don’t worry what rabbits think of them because when the Apocalypse comes they just kill all the rabbits.

The interplay between rabbits and wolves is fascinating, by the way. I do recommend you check out Anonymous Conservative’s blog. Although wolves are far far superior animals they have a number of vulnerabilities that allow rabbits to steal from them for a long time before the inevitable pogroms.

So how is this about daygame?

The main reason that rabbitry works in pick-up is that you accept the quality ceiling and then ramp up the quantity. All girls will fall somewhere on the r/K spectrum and signal as such through fashion, grooming and body language. These girls both have a default r/K position but also a variation between a bandwidth during their monthly cycle, and also longer term depending on their age and current options. When I devote a chapter in Daygame Mastery to calibrating a girl’s sexual availability, that’s kind of what I’m getting at.

The push towards r-selected daygame that I initiated with Daygame Mastery is about identifying girls amenable to being pushed into an r strategy while also giving off signals to them that you are r. The problem with this is rabbits have low quality DNA. Rabbit girls are slutty and unattractive. Rabbit men are shifty and of low moral character. Wolves instinctively hate rabbits, and the hottest women have the K strategy. Basically, I’m telling you full r-selection gets you mostly grotty girls.

Don’t fear, it’s not that bad. Remember some girls will be towards the r-most side of their periodic variation when you encounter them and then you amp it up with your birdsong. This is the true craft of daygame and how it becomes possible to square the circle. You end up with a really odd situation where you – as a high value K-selected man – are meeting a high quality K-selected woman and yet you are both interacting as if you are rabbits. It’s a tough feat to pull off, which is why daygame has such a horrific attrition rate and you can do these amazing street stops with stunning women who flash massive IOIs but then flake. Most of the time the birdsong wears off before these wolf girls open their legs.

Intermediate daygamers will start falling into a trap as they climb up the Advanced ladder. By simulating (or actually having) lots of r-traits your results will improve and there’ll be SDLs, street kisses and all that other fun stuff. Over time you’ll start to get an ominous feeling – “this doesn’t seem to happen with the hotties I really want”. Looking back over all your best sets you’ll notice a pattern: the girls are kind of towards the bottom end of acceptable quality. You’ll tell yourself “well, it was a good story!” but still feel an ache as the genuine greyhoud walks past in heels, elegant skirt, and golden tresses. You’ll notice you never see these top-tier girls with the rabbit men. Their boyfriends always have something K about them. Not chodes, just cool wolves. You notice that when you look in the girl’s eyes on the street and hit her with a dumbass PUA line they smile but give back a look like it didn’t really hit.

It takes mental discipline to resist going full rabbit. It’s like walking past McDonalds when you’re hungry because you should wait until dinner time for a steak. It’s tempting to pile up the grot lays so you can text your mates another +1 with funny story. *****

“+1, Macedonian waitress, in between the bins behind Pret A Manger on Piccadilly”******

Game has a central contradiction that being rabbity gets you more lays but being wolfy gets you higher quality girls. I’ve spent most of 2015 trying to square the circle, finding ways to retain all my wolfish quality while playing the r-dance with K girls ******* For now it’s been a partial success. If I ever nail it down, I’ll write another book so that you all get a chance to read it and the daygame community has some new material to package as their own without giving me credit. So, I don’t have an answer to the rabbit-wolf problem but I think it’s good to at least come to grasps with the shape of the problem.

* In contrast, a quick Alexis search ranks Jimmy Jambone’s blog at quite literally the bottom of the entire PUA blogosphere

** Or any RSD video

*** Which, really, isn’t so far from the truth when discussing PUAs selling you bullshit.

**** Also why their websites and book covers are plastered with hot models in bikinis giving come-hither looks but their real Instagrams are full of awkward hoverhand photos with chubby 6s in nightclubs. The marketing is about as realistic as the online gambling sites showing a poker table surrounded by James Bond lookalikes.
***** Don’t for a moment think I’m “above” banging so-so women if it’s a good story
****** Not an actual story of mine, alas.
******* Such as the 21yr old Estonian catwalk model I fucked in Prague in what can only be described as an r/K fractionation masterclass. She still doesn’t understand why she fucked me.

If you think this post had lots of material you can shamelessly pilfer for your fledging PUA business, you should see my book.

Come back! I’ll bite yer legs off!

May 23, 2016
krauserpua

Have a watch of this famous scene from the Monty Python movie The Holy Grail.

Okay, stop laughng. Concentrate! You’re with me? Get with the program……

I think there is a fundamental misconception about quality and quantity in the game. Many men seem to think that if they just keep cranking that handle on the sausage machine, they will eventually make a steak. As most concepts are clearer when you have ego-distance, let’s talk about a woman’s side of the hunt. Let me tell you about my ex-wife’s gross hanger-on best English friend*

They met in a dance class and Ariella quickly latched on to my ex to be bestest friends forever. She was five years older, facially pretty ugly (big Jew nose, bad skin), at least 10kg overweight, and dressed in the multi-coloured luminous vomit style of an SJW. And she had problem glasses. A thoroughly odious woman to look at and also an unstable bi-polar sexual freak. She once turned up to a dinner party with a drunken gamma mess then slobbered on with him all evening and then went home where they took drugs and cut each other like teenager Bieber fans.

Ariella liked all things Japanese so when she was able to sell her small apartment in North London for a fantastically inflated price** she banked a big pot of cash and traveled to Tokyo for three months while we were there. It was Operation Get Married (she was about 33 years old then). So naturally she went to Jewish dating websites*** She lived in the same apartment building as me so several times a week she’d come back from disappointing dates to bitch about there being “no good men”. Apparently the best men do not use ex-pat Jewish dating websites in Japan. Naturally her checklist was ludicrously entitled: must be tall, handsome, solvent, loving but roguish etc. Her funniest date was meeting an extremely fat chain-smoker who “never walks anywhere, only taxis”. His taxi stopped to pick her up then they rode to a McDonalds where he chain-smoked as he ate two Big Macs and told her how awesome he is.

Ariella clung to the idea that if she could just keep looking hard enough, she’d find her secret millionaire. I tried to tell her the folly of this plan.

“Look Ariella, it doesn’t matter how many times you run up to the wall and headbutt it, you aren’t going to knock it down.”
“But I know the right man is out there”
“Instead of expanding the search, you need to figure out what these men want and be more like that. You need to change your fashion, dye your hair back to a normal single colour, take the metal out of your face, and lose weight”

She didn’t like that. Last I heard she’d got herself artificially inseminated in an Israeli sperm bank with the DNA of a homosexual Jew. Really. Combine this with the folly of the Black Knight and you’ve probably taken the point. It doesn’t matter how many times you enter a broken-down Vauxhall Cavalier into the LeMans 24, it will never ever win.

I'm expecting we'll need a photo finish to separate them

I’m expecting we’ll need a photo finish to separate them ****

How many times would you need to fight Lennox Lewis before you win?

Of course the answer is simply you won’t ever win. Even if you’re somehow still alive by the 200th time when he finally punches, slips, and twists his ankle. Even with that freak luck he’ll still just hop on his good leg and knock you out. Not only that but like the Black Knight, every challenge chops off a limb and diminishes your ability to win the next round.

That’s the reality of daygamers trying to crank the handle for increased quantity and somehow expecting quality to emerge. You don’t win by working harder. You do it by working smarter. The most obvious thing is to work on your value – hit the gym, dress better, and become a higher value man. Cranking out a hundred sets a week in Galleria Mall in Krakow is just headbutting the wall. Do it enough times and you are diminishing your ability to ever win should you somehow meet that one hot girl who does take a liking to you.

To get quality girls you must improve the quality of your proposition. That means learn from your daygame so that you can add pizazz (podcast on that coming soon). Workman-like “You look French….” sets will only ever pile up grotty lays that hurt your inner game. You’ll just train yourself that it’s all you can get. You need to straighten your inner game by becoming a better man – if you want quality girls you can’t be “full R”. You need to have all the admirable K traits (without the sucker side) and all the sexy r traits. Full rabbit guarantees a procession of grotty girls. Lots of them, but grotty.

I’ll end this with a Dark Souls analogy. It’s a game of precise methodical combat where you must read the enemy attack patterns, figure out his vulnerabilities (to physical, fire, dark, frost damage etc) and then lure them into over-committing so you can smash them with a counter attack. You must also marshall your accumulated souls so that you can level up in attributes that fit a consistent build (e.g. tank vs rogue vs spells). Something that never works in Dark Souls is to run in blind, flail around, drop all your souls, then restart at the bonfire upon your inevitable death. Daygame is Dark Souls.

* Well, by English I mean Jewish.

** Not at all reinforcing stereotypes regarding profiting in Gentile countries through fractional-reserve-lending bubbles.

*** Yet again busting stereotypes about being a special tribe who inbreed.

**** Look carefully and you’ll see that’s Team Jambone on the left and Team Krauser on the right.

If you think this post didn’t shamelessly link my name to Donald Trump’s in order to raise my status, you should see my book.

Virtua Resi #1 – Gutter Game

May 18, 2016
krauserpua

Have you ever had one of those days out on the streets when you thought “damn, I wish I’d had a camera on me?” I seem to get one every week but the moment I mic up……. shitsville. While chuntering on with Jimmy in Warsaw we had a bunch of good theoretical chats and we were both thinking “damn, we should’ve recorded that!”

So when I arrived in Kiev and was rattling off the kilometres with a travel buddy, I decided to put my dictaphone on. Set record and forget about it. The result is a bunch of monologues, Q&As, and demo sets recorded on audio. Rather than simply post them I figured I might as well give it a grandiose theme for my YouTube channel. So, I humbly announce the Virtua Resi. You too can feel what it’s like to have me chuntering on into your ear for hours on end.

I’m not pretending this is high-quality refined content. I’ll put this first one up and see how the response is. If you all think it’s shit, I’ll not subject you all to more.

If you think this post ought to have referred to Scott Adams in a facile yet self-aware manner, you should see my book.

Womanizer’s Bible Podcasts – Season Two Begins!

May 14, 2016
krauserpua

Waking up in a European city after a night of thunderstorms to find deserted streets……. that’s the stuff Euro Jaunt nightmares are made of. As I wandered around a park in the drizzle today, a tiny trickle of locals hurrying past underneath umbrellas I thought to myself: Well, that’s daygame fucked for today.

I also thought: Maybe I should rattle off a couple of podcasts.

So with the usual amount of care and pre-planning that you all experienced last year, I have done the first two podcasts of this year’s Womanizer’s Bible. It’s a shameless attempt to keep my fantastic new video product in the public eye but those of you who enjoyed last year’s podcast will find a similar amount of value this time around. If you have particular questions you want me to address then put them in the comments below and I might – just might – remember it next time it rains and I have to knock out more content.

If you thought that was a long-winded piece of shit you should see my product. It’s hard to imagine a better way to spend $49.

If you noticed this video isn’t presented in written form, you should see my book.

There’s No Such Thing As A Jerkboy

May 12, 2016
krauserpua

Girl 1

A young girl took a stroll at night in the city. Grox saw the girl was very pretty.

“Hello, little girl. My name is Grox. Your pretty face has left me feeling shocked! Come with me to my house, it’s full of treats! I tell you now, it’s the best in these streets!”
“It’s awfully sweet of you, Mr. Grox, but I think I will eat treats from CJ’s box”
“CJ? Please do tell, pretty lady. Who is this CJ? He sounds shady”
“He’s Charismatic Jerkboy, don’t you know? He has the most perfect looking nose, and a perfect square jaw!”
“I don’t know him, so I’m sure he don’t matter.”
“Oh but be warned, he don’t like anyone giving me patter!”
“A person the same as me? I’d better flee!”
and Grox ran away and hid behind a tree.

“Young and naïve Grox, fell for my ploy. Doesn’t he know there is no such thing as a Charismatic Jerkboy …”

Girl 2

On went the little girl through the dark city. A man with a puffy blue coat saw the girl and she was pretty.

“Hey, there, lil Mama, my name is Crowl. I see you eyeing my coat, it’s 100% wildfowl! I was up all night, on the prowl. With looks like yours mama, you could make a man howl!”
“It’s frightfully nice of you, Mr Crowl, but I won’t treat my CJ so foul.”
“Come lil mama, and I’ll make you a star. Tell me, lil mama, can CJ take you as far?”
“He’s Charismatic Jerkboy, don’t you know? He has the most perfect looking nose, and a perfect square jaw!”
“Where are you two meeting? Are you his lil squeeze?”
“Next street over. He’s a guy does whatever he please.”

“That type of man? So long lil mama!”
And Crowl slinked off without any drama.

“Old and slick Crowl, fell for my ploy. Doesn’t he know there is no such thing as a Charismatic Jerkboy …”

Girl 3

On went the little girl through the big dark city. A male model appeared from the shadows of the alley.

Although he was very cute and his muscles smoothing, all the little girl’s senses told her she needed to keep moving.
“Hello, little girl, my name is Jake. I will show you my great big snake. Come with me to the shadows of my alley, so that I could have a taste of your hidden valley.”
“It’s wonderfully nice of you, Mr Jake. But I’m meeting CJ and I baked him a cake.”
“Look at this six pack, check out my hair. Tell me young miss, does CJ have my flair?”
“He’s Charismatic Jerkboy, don’t you know? He has the most perfect looking nose, and a perfect square jaw!”

“Who is CJ? What’s so special about this man?”

“He’s the darkest of triads, a man with a plan.”

“That’s too much for me, goodbye little girl!”

And Jake ran off. After giving a twirl.

“A pretty young boy, is silly Jake. But doesn’t he know CJ is fake!”

Girl 4

On went the girl, walking on a little more. She spied a man with a perfect square jaw!

He was brash and rough, a smirk on his face. He walked with swagger like he owned the place.
CJ yelled out “I found myself a hottie , but she looks weak and rather snotty!” He tweaked her nose and asked “Are you single?” She bristled and scowled but felt a tingle.
“Weak?” she blustered. “Everyone fears me. Just walk behind and then you’ll see.”
“Alright! I’m in. I’m not missing this chance. Lead the way Miss Monkeypants.”

As they walked, CJ heard a sound from the alley. From out of the shadows, Jake made a sally.
“Hey, look it’s Jake!”, the girl exclaimed. She waved her hands “Hello, Jake! We meet again!”
Jake took one look at CJ and lost his glow. “I’m sorry little girl, but I have to go!”
And with that, he took off running. The little girl felt awfully cunning.
“You see that Jerkboy,  I ain’t no prey!”
“Amazing!” he thought. “This girl can play.”

They walked a little bit more, and saw a pimp with his ho. The little girl waved, “That’s a man I know!”
“Hey Mr. Crowl!” she shouted aloud. “I’m back again, what are you doing now?”
Crowl looked up at CJ and lost his bottle. “There must be a mistake. I’m really Aristotle”

He picked up his cane, jumped in his car. Then drove someplace very far.

“You see that Jerkboy. Did you hear me roar?”
“Extraordinary!” he thought. “Let’s see some more”

As they headed further on down to the end of the street, they saw a man dancing to his own strange beat.
“That’s Grox!” she called,  making him jump in shock. “Why are you still here on this block?”
“Hello, little girl with the pretty face. I think it’s time for Grox to make haste!”
He quickly picked up his things and ran as if his legs were made of springs.

“You see that Jerkboy. I’m no push-over”
“Fantastic!” he thought. “A four-leaf clover”

Girl 5

“Well, CJ? Can’t you see? Everyone is afraid of me! I’m a strong girl who can do whatever a man can , maybe it’s time you got up and ran!”
CJ leant back with an inscrutable face. He felt it was time to put this whelp in her place.

“That’s all very clever, I’ll admit I’m impressed. But you’d look a whole lot sweeter in a pretty summer dress”

The little girl blushed, the wind out of her sails. She didn’t know how to handle one of these alpha males.
All was quiet in the big dark city. “I’m admit it Jerkboy, you really are witty.”

He took her hand and she followed undaunted. She’d succeeded in getting who she really wanted.

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