Intellectual Mastery 2

March 24, 2011
krauserpua

The primary purpose of IM is to redefine a girl’s reality. You make her see the world in a way she has never seen before so she feels like she is peeling back the curtain on a new vista. This is how you do it.

1. Find a topic you really care about and really know about
I like economics, and in particular the Austrian school exemplified by Ludwig von Mises. I believe it articulates eternal truths about human nature and social action in an elegant condensed form that is effective for predicting the future. It also carries within it a political program based on the moral character of value-for-value transactions without the compulsion of threatened violence. Austrian economics is embedded in my core values of who I am and the man I wish to be. Therefore it is a great topic for intellectual mastery. I can use it to show:

– My identity
– My values
– My thirst for knowledge
– The organisation of my thought
– My clarity of perception
– My passion for life
– My mission to impact the world positively
– My certainty in an uncertain world

Every single on of those is a DHV and every single one is based on my own personal charisma. There is no trick mentality in them. Don’t worry if the topic isn’t generally considered girl-friendly. Just make sure it’s a topic that can be framed in a girl-friendly manner. For example economics deals with the fundamental principles of human psychology – which girls obsess about. Art history deals with aesthetics, passion and beauty = girl friendly. Boxing deals with masculinity, competition, courage and skill = girl friendly. I’d avoid nerdy stuff like computers and spectator sports.

The Road to Playerdom

2. Create a narrative in the topic that shines light upon the world
I don’t talk about general concepts in economics because that’s going nowhere. Instead, I craft a narrative and tell a story. One I’ve used recently is how economics is at core a study of human action and it shares the same basic principles as many disparate fields of actvity, then I tie that to political history and how Karl Marx was able to pull the worlds greatest (and most tragic) reframe by denying human nature and the wisdom of economics and this is why socialism can never work. What light is shone? I have just proven that free-market capitalism is the greatest of all social systems and the only one in perfect alignment with human nature and potential, while socialism is the enemy of humanity. That’s the stuff most people never have the confidence or intelligence to learn and remain confused their whole life. And I can lead them there in twenty minutes of storytelling.

Does it matter if I’m right? Not really. A girl’s reality sits inside her man’s reality. By defining that reality I give her a comfortable seat within. And in this case I am right. The girl feels like the world became clearer.

The storytelling element matters. I don’t just jump into Austrian economics. I tell her I’m reading a book that I find fascinating and the writer is one of my heroes. He is the most intelligent, well-read man I’ve found and truly inspiring. In 1920 he wrote a book about Socialism and accurately predicted the next seventy years of the Soviet Union, despite writing only two years after the Bolshevik Revolution and before Stalin and the Great Patriotic War. This sucks the girl in because I’ve given my economic theory a hook – it’s all grounded in a real man and I’m teasing that he offers great knowledge. I then say how in the 20 page introduction to the book he massively impressed me by clarifying and condensing ideas I’d had for twenty years, putting labels onto ideas and making simple what was complex to me. The whole narrative is based on outlining three thinks Marx did to make Socialism an effective idea despite it’s absurdity – as defined by Mises. The narrative is grounded and has direction.

3. Weave disparate knowledge into the narrative
If you talk about economics by itself it shows a certain level of intelligence and knowledge but it also shows you think “on the rails” within the same tightly demarcated corridors that everyone else does. Big deal. But what happens if you start harmonising concepts from biology, maths, and sport? What if you draw examples from the girl’s life and experience? What if you hint at vast pools of knowledge that you have but don’t draw on just yet?

Think of your central narrative as the river you are sailing her down. All other forms of knowledge are the tributaries that feed more water into the river and flow the same direction. How does this work in my example:

The central narrative has three points:

  1. Marx redefined all knowledge as conditioned by the economic superstructure and thus you cannot, epistemelogically speaking, know what a future economic system looks like until you are there. Thus all analysis of how socialism would function is invalid. This neutered the scientists’ criticisms of socialism as unworkable.
  2. Marx placed socialism as the final goal of history in which every epoch is overturned by an antithesis until a Hegelian synthesis creates a new epoch with new rules. Socialism is thus inevitable. This gives confidence to it’s agitators and worries it’s opponents.
  3. Marx gave moral authority to the envy and revenge fantasies that motivate most socialists, thus allowing them to claim a moral high ground and characterise opponents as evil.

I can then weave into this narrative disparate ideas such as:

  • Meme theory (biology). What is it about the pattern of some ideas that makes then successful. For example the three major Abrahamic religions all share (i) evangelicism (ii) conquest (iii) denial and suppression of competing ideas (iv) integration of church and state (v) the carrot of heaven (vi) the stick of hell. These features mean that when in competition with a peaceful open-minded religion, the Abrahamic ones will crush them and wipe them from history
  • Immigration (politics). I then note how western democracies in the thrall of PC ideology render themselves vulnerable to such powerful outside memes like Islam because we are like hobbits that have dismissed the rangers that keep them safe
  • Universal Darwinism (sociobiology). Any time you have a variety of strategies competing for scarce resources, and then the winners can reproduce with some mutation, then the principles of natural selection and evolution apply. Economics is no different. The market is the world, profits are rewards, bankruptcy is death, and reinvestment is reproduction. Entrepreneurs provide the engine of mutation with their new ideas and refinements of the old.
  • Boxing and MMA. Both sports abide by universal darwinism in with the rule set created conditions for a harmonisation fo styles so that all boxers box in more or less the same way because the field of competition led to a single most effective style being developed. It is now refined with small mutations and no major paradigm shifts.
  • Capitalist morality (Ethics). By adhering to principles of human nature, freedom, and value-for-value exchanges, capitalism is the only morally good social system. By denying nature, ordering everyone through threat of violence, and taking value from producers to give to moochers, Socialism is inherently evil.
  • Sirens (Greek mythology). Socialism is a siren song by singing alluring words about freedom, harmony, cooperation and other soft ideas that will lure a naive soul to it. However the reality of socialism is grey crushing monotony and gulags. As Mises predicted through simple economic analysis.
  • Nightclub Doormen (self protection). One rule in self protection is don’t listen to what people say, watch what they do. People go through a predicatable attack ritual before unleashing violence so learn to recognise that rather than being distracted through words. People who want to hurt you will usually employ misdirection and get you to cooperate in your own destruction. So too with socialism. It sings the siren song while picking your pockets and robbing you of freedom.

I’m sure you get the point. Even if you’re a blank-slate left-wing nutjob who disagrees with the substance of everything I just said, you can spot the structure of the technique. There is a ton of knowledge being unloaded onto the girl but it’s constantly tied to the narrative and grounded in examples, so she’s never lost. She just feels a wide beautiful vista open in front of her. What personal characteristics can you demonstrate here?

– Certainty
– Passion
– Boundaries
– Masculinity
– Personal code of honour

 

Mixed 2-set

4. Keep engaging the girl
All of the prior steps can be done as homework. It’s far better to simply think your thoughts in the way I describe, but if that’s not really you then you might have to simply get a canned narrative to drop onto the girl when the opportunity arises. So far I’ve only commented on the words. When talking to the girl you must also get the delivery right. This means make sure you have:

– Strong intense eye contact. You’re basically eye-fucking her but showing a fire behind your eyes. You care about this.
– Animated gestures. Don’t flail your arms around like a retard but show true passion in your gestures when you emphasise points.
– Varied rhythm. Sometimes you’ll be leaning forward and gesticulating, other times you’ll be leaning back and shrugging your shoulders. Think of your delivery as a symphony with highs and lows of energy and emotion.
– Constantly bring the discussion back to her either by soliciting her input (“Have you ever had an experience like this..?” etc) or drawing examples from her life. She must be actively engaged, not the passive recipient of a lecture. She’ll let you talk, don’t worry about that.
– Allow her to drag it out of you. Occasionally lean back and dismiss your own knowledge such as “Ah, whatever, it’s just some stuff I personally believe in” or “This is probably too deep for when we’re just having a coffee”. Do this at peaks in her buying temperature and she’ll insist you continue thus framing her as trying to solve your mystery rather than you rambling on.

Keep calibrating to her feedback. Good signs are all the classic IOIs but in particular her eyes should open up wide and be intently focused on you, she’ll have a look of admiration and a surprised “I can’t believe it, I never expected him to be so smart” delighted expression, she’ll unconsciously fiddle with things (coffee cup, jacket zip, closed mobile phone etc), and she’ll be torn between trying to add her own perspective while being worried she’ll shut you down and lose her chance to get more knowledge.

That’s the good signs, and a smart feminine girl with a brain in her head will usually display them. However if you make a mess of it or she’s just a dumb airhead then expect to see her eyes glaze over, her eyes occasionally dart away from you, she tries to change topic, she sighs – bascially signs of boredom.

5. Let her anchor
Girls fall in love when you are not there. They anchor their own investment and positive emotions to you by daydreaming, masturbating, and trying to solve the mystery of you. Let her do that. So you will have just blitzed her with reality-redefining knowledge and it’s gonna take her ages to unpack it all, figure it out, and let it sink in. Give her some pauses during the date, such as toilet breaks for you or ordering drinks. Time it for a high point when you have teased a reveal and then go leave her to some time by herself to take deep breaths and absorb it. Same goes for between dates.

6. Be modest
Don’t congratulate yourself for your awesomeness in her presence or you’ll come across as try-hard and ego-driven. Instead let all these words flow because they are your passion and you want her to know who you are and how you think about the world. Don’t act like a pompous know-it-all university professor. Tell her they are just your ideas and maybe many people have similar ideas. When she compliments you on your awesomeness just take it like any other compliment. And once you’ve finished, don’t keep returning to the topic unless she specifically asks you more. Hold a little back. Don’t look like you are trying to get more out, or that you want to relive your past glory and flog the dead horse. Less is more now.

If this is too much work, tell her to think of a number between one and four, then guess three. Or ask her how many ‘9s’ there are between one and a hundred.

That 17yr old Dutch girl I banged

March 24, 2011
krauserpua

Here’s some follow up from the 17 yr old Dutch girl I banged at the bottom of her host family’s garden a few months ago. I’d added her to facebook but ignored the two times she tried to open me on chat. I’ve got no interest in seeing her again but when she left a nice message on my wall I decided to reward her and do a little research into her side of the seedy sex we had.

A legit but rather flattering picture

Me: thanks for the message
Her: your welcome!
Me: are you still back in Holland?
Her: Yes, still living there    So surprising you are speaking to me 😉
Me: haha, we had a cool adventure    it still brings a smile to my face 🙂
Her: me to, I guess I will remember it for the rest of my life, it was fun. Also embarrassing, but fun.
Me: 😉    did you find out later if we actually did get caught?    if your friend saw us out of her window
Her: I tried to check them if they had find out, but ther didn’t!
Me: so it’s still a secret    shhhhhhhhhhhhhh    !
Her: i maked jokes about it that were acctualy true, and they taked it as a joke, so they didn’t know    😛    hahaha 😉
Me: I asked a few friends later.    We needed to decide if something so short still qualifies as “sex”
Her: no it wasn’t 😛
Me: actually we agreed that two strokes is the minimum
Her: and that werent two strokes,    and I consider sex, that that something is that I am getting a good orgasm from 😛 not that scary shit.    but it was fun
Me: haha    I didn’t get one either    I wanted to cum in your mouth    boo 😦
Her: God bless me that that didn’t happen, that would be awful
Me: haha    I’m going to meet some friends now    Have a good day
Her: The same to you, was intresting talking to you again    bye!

I guess she isn’t as traumatised as the white knight manginas so desperately need to believe.

I bang my first Russian catwalk model

March 23, 2011
krauserpua

This was a long-winded affair. I’m out in Piccadilly in early November with Suave and Jambone. I’m not finding any girls I like and it’s half an hour into the day without me having done a single open. Suave has been scoffing some pink chocolate given free in a promotion outside a shop on Regent Street. We get to the lights by the Trocadero when I see a bona-fide Krauser girl waiting on the opposite side of the road. I hand my video to Suave and say “I’m gonna open her.” A technical problem immediately presents itself.

I get quite an audience from the bystanders but unfortunately Russia is not paying attention. Its difficult to kill her momentum but once the lights go red again I know I have succeeded. I’m heavily screening and refuse to be impressed by her modelling. I’ll intersperse this post with paraphrases of how she explained her thoughts after the fact.

Rationalisation Hamster #1: When you stopped me I just wanted the ground to swallow me up. I was late for a meeting and you were totally not the type of guy I like. I never like guys with pendant chains and rings. You seemed dumb………. I’m not sure why you had such a strong effect on me. I think I was sexually attracted to you from the beginning.

I have to go to Croatia so I leave it a week then we exchange a few messages on Facebook so I can build comfort, DHV a bit, and show I’m not in a rush to get her. I completely ignore her portfolio pictures and instead SOI her from her holiday photos. We agree a date.

Rationalisation Hamster #2: Your facebook mails showed another side to you, when you spoke about travelling and how you enjoy the culture of Croatia. I thought maybe you are different to how you first looked. I wasn’t really interested in having a date with you but it was a strange time in my life and I’d just decided to give up on a guy I liked a few days earlier.

We meet in an English pub and she’s not wearing any makeup and is dressed in simple jeans and sweater. I learn later that she actively discourages men from liking her and this is one of her strategies. The first twenty minutes are awkward then the vibe softens and I take her for English tea. She really opens up and we get deep rapport quickly. My frame is mostly being open about who I am and what I want. I’m still nervous because she’s my perfect ten and I haven’t closed any girls of such extreme beauty before so I can’t believe how well it’s going. I take her on to my members bar and finally start some kino. She’s telling me its too much too soon so I back off a bit but make sure I get a light kiss before we leave – I don’t want any ambiguity over my intent. I say things like “I’m a man, you’re a woman. It’s my job to push things forwards and it’s your job to resist until you are comfortable.” Finally after six hours I say goodbye at the tube station and give a more sexual kiss then tell her to text me when she gets home safe.

Rationalisation Hamster #3: I wasn’t sexually attracted to you on the date. When you were touching me you seemed like all the other guys I’ve dated. I decided I was never going to see you again…… When you showed me that private room upstairs in the jazz bar I wondered what it would be like to have sex with you there… When you kissed me at the end on Oxford Street something changed. I saw a different side to you, in your eyes. I’ve never felt that before when I’ve been kissed. It was an incredible experience. In those six hours I feel we got to know each other better than people I’ve known for years. When I got home my friend asked me about the date and I said “I want to have him.”

My idea of a physically perfect woman

The second date is a few days later beginning in Cafe Nero in Covent Garden. My nerves are completely settled – I kissed her and she turned up for the next date so its mine to fuck up. I run a twenty minute sermon in intellectual mastery as I explain why I like the book I’m reading – I draw in threads from economics, philosophy, boxing, fringe politics, history of ideas, meme theory and others all woven into an explanation of why socialism cannot work and is a negation of the human spirit. It hits big time. Her eyes have spazzed out and she’s unconsciously masturbating her coffee cup. She tells me later that the next day she and her friend spent four hours trying to unpack my theories – now that is anchoring. I briefly congratulate myself for creating sexual state in a perfect ten by discussing 1920s economic theory. Then we go to a few bars and a pizza restaurant. I’m so relaxed that the one-liners are streaming out…

[sitting in the pizza restaurant where her seat has a view of the chefs making the pizzas]
Me: You sit her, so you get the best view
Her: Of what?
Me: Of me  (diners on both sides chuckle)

We finish in a pokey Spanish bar. She’s all over me now and completely sold, giving me constant verbal IOIs and telling me things like:

– You have so many dimensions to your character. I’ve never seen that before. It’s incredible.
– Your wife was crazy to leave you. She must really regret it now
– When you kissed me, I’ve never felt like that before. It was the most incredible experience of my life.

Needless to say I’m pleased at how this is going, with her rapidly becoming my oneitis.We make out more and I send her home. Third date I walk her around Camden. She refuses to be in any pictures with me, saying she doesn’t want to be in my Facebook gallery with all the other girls. I’ve already told her I’m a player with a few girls on the go – quite ballsy considering I haven’t even poked her at this point – cos I figure radical honesty is the way forwards. We have a drink then I extract. She’s resisting the f-close and I figure I shouldn’t push so hard I risk burning the set, especially because the extraction went like this:

Me: I want you to come back to my place
Her: I’m not having sex with you
Me: Don’t worry about that, I want you to see how I live
Her: OK, but I’m not having sex
Me: You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with

So I get her tits in my mouth and finger fuck her to orgasm. She’s massively into it but has excellent self-discipline to stick to her no-fucky plan. She’s all over me afterwards. Fourth and fifth dates I pull back on the escalation and we just meet in town for drinks. I’ve already decided I want to date this girl properly so there’s no reason to rush. I’m also conflicted because she’s told me that if we date it has to be exclusive. Remember this is in December and I’ve got a whole host of targets I’m chasing down so I don’t want to dismantle the harem and hang up my spurs just yet when I’m in peak form. So I’m happy to delay the f-close.

Her visa expires and she needs to go home for Christmas and to re-apply. This ends up dragging itself out from mid December until early March. The whole time we just have Skype contact. Fortunately for me girls fall for guys by anchoring to them in their absence so this distance works in my favour. She knits me a sweater. At first her visa is refused but I write an application for review letter for her and the visa is granted. By then we’ve agreed to meet in Turkey for a week’s holiday regardless of how the visa application goes. I’ve already gotten her over the sexual rubicon by doing sex chat with her and having her masturbate thinking about me (and texting me the confirmation when she orgasms). Oxytocin is binding her without my physical presence. Round about this time I f-close Painter and start getting conflicted again over who / what I want.

Rationalisation Hamster #4: You do not believe in yourself and you put on an act. I’m not impressed with that…… When you told me about your mother visiting and then going to Latvia, I got really worried and I cried all night thinking you were losing interest in me.

We meet in Turkey. The first day is awkward. She’s been dreaming of this day for months and to be honest so have I, but I’ve become sold on Painter in the interim. I’m exhausted from sleep deprivation, flying, over-drinking, and then she’s there dressed in frumpy clothes with no makeup. She’s also recovering from a skin allergy so she’s a bit blotchy. I’m conflicted, I don’t know if I should still date her when Painter is coming to live in London within two months. So I’m kinda cold and inadvertently doing push-pull. Nonetheless I f-close her within two hours of checking in to our hotel. I regain F-Town. The next day is a bit tense and at the end of it she tells me she doesn’t like me anymore. I hold my ground, tell her the full truth, and then she’s into me again. Lots of sex ensues.

Rationalisation Hamster #5: I’m euphoric. After you pushed me away like that I feel free. I don’t need you. My feelings have changed completely and we’ll not see each other again so lets just enjoy this holiday……. I want you to teach me sexually, use me however you want, I want you to rape me in London….. I don’t know how you have this effect on me. I’ve never enjoyed sex before but now I’m becoming a sex maniac and I want to experience everything. It’s like you are dragging me into a swamp and the further I sink the harder it is to get out.

She tells me I’m the third guy to fuck her and she hasn’t had sex for nearly three years. The first guy was a powerful politician. The second a hotel nightporter. And I’m borderline unemployed.

So here I am. I’ve arrived at a destination I’d have only dreamed about two years ago when I was composing myself for my first ever cold approach. I just fucked a Russian catwalk model, a perfect ten, in the most animalistic fashion and made her fall in love with me. And then pushed her away because I’m not satisfied with that.

Facebook game: My Croatian Ten

March 23, 2011
krauserpua

Here’s one from the archives. I opened a Krauser Ten in Zagreb one afternoon and got a flaky-seeming facebook. She accepts the add and I go in light with an exchange of messages until I tell her to get onto chat at about 10pm. This is how it goes.

Note my goal here is simply to accomplish the first stage of Long Game – be the guy she responds to on chat. That’s it. I’d only got a few days left and everything about this girl was screaming “doesn’t put out quickly”. So I stay light and rely on passive DHVs without trying to get a date. So far it’s working because she still chats to me.

Nothing I'd change

Her: I am here
Me: Hey!
Her: hey
Me: I just had a look at your photos. I’m surprised   [begin a qualification routine specific to 9s and 10s]
Her: why?
Me: I expected you would have lots of photos with make-up and fashionable clothes    “glamour” photos like most girls do on Facebook   [signal I don’t like the “look at me I’m beautiful” girls and that I’m hoping she isn’t one – an easy hoop for her to jump through]
Her: I am not “most girls”   [cool, she’s a special snowflake]
Me: I know. Your photos are more natural    (that’s a good thing)
Her: thanks..I like the simplicity..elegance..classic..  [takes the compliment well and tells me a bit about her likes]
Me: Your photos look Colombian   [stack]
Her: and who are you..what are you doing?   [she snips and mild IOI by asking about me]
Me: Work or social?   [make her work a little]
Her: both    why you observe peple around?   [could be a challenge, a query or both]
Me: I used to be in finance, working in an investment bank    Facebook chat isn’t so good  [DHV. Connection problems in the youth hostel I’m in, I keep going offline and don’t want to lose her through her frustration]
Her: truth    it breaks
Me: OK, so….    I observe people around….    I am very interested in psychology    and how people think   [always a good one with thoughtful girls to draw her into a conversation]
Her: you read about that?
Me: Yeah. I did psychology at University    my mother is a psychologist   [mild DHV and some rooting of my character]
Her: wow..    it is interesting area for lawyer,too 🙂    criminals..their way of thinking…etc..   [excellent, she has identified a commonality and signalled we could talk alot about this]
Me: What do you read about it?   [focus it on her]
Her: nothing serious…I dont have time..my exames are really huge    but I always read some articles in magazines     and thing a lot about peple behaviour.reasons..    people*
Me: Law is very hard work. I remember my accounting / finance exams were very tough    Lots and lots of study after work    [DHV on professionalism and some rapport in relating to her life]
Her: finance is just one exeam on my college    one of the smaller
Me: What do you do for fun?   [screening]
Her: cooking for example..    I like it very mach..it relaxes me..    hanging out with friends..boyfriend    I dont have lot of time    cinema,football games..   [she tells me]
Me: You’re a good cook????? +10 points !   [reward, try to tease the points game]
Her: well,it is subjective..but I belive what ever you do with love,it must be good   [she’s showing some of her true self…]
Me: I like that attitude   [… so I reward her for it]
Her: wath else you like?
Me: in life?
Her: generaly speaking
Me: I love kickboxing and wrestling    I’m teaching my nephews to do it   [DHV – loves children and animals, sign of masculinity]
Her: that is cruel sport   [feminine response, mild shit test]
Me: No. It’s very respectful and disciplined   [don’t back down, she’s about to be put in her place gently]
Her: yes?   [she’s intrigued]
Me: I love the challenge of fighting. I had lots of fights when I lived in Japan    I train hard for a fight and get into good condition    It feels great to be at 100% fitness    Every day is easier, and more fun, you feel more alive    The team spirit in the gym is great    Then before the fight it takes mental discipline    to control the stress    the fear    the adrenalin    Most fights are won and lost BEFORE the fight.    They are lost psychologically by the man who cannot control his emotions   [DHV, painting an emotionally evocative picture, teaching her something, reframing violence]
Her: all is in your head    yes, I understand,but it is horible for your cousines,parents,girlfriend to see all that     a talk from that point of view    I talk*   [she’s softening to relate to me and seek rapport]
Me: I see    Boxing isn’t so dangerous. The serious injuries are only in championship fights (for boring technical reasons I can explain if you care)    My worst injury was just a missing tooth    Not so bad    Football is more dangerous   [stack]
Her: you dont like football?    it is popular in England to,right?
Me: Yes, but it’s dangerous
Her: ok..I agree 🙂  [mild IOI]
Me: Lots of footballers have trouble walking when they are 40 yrs old    They can’t play with their children because they have bad knees and ankles    It’s a bit sad   [implicit DHV is I like to play with children and make a great father]
Her: yes,maybe..    but it is how looks like..stereotipes I guess   [accepting my leadership by coyly backing down. Beautifully feminine behaviour – I’m liking her more and more]
Me: yeah    What sport do you like?
Her: I played basketball in primary school    a short period
Me: Haha, me too
Her: For watching football,handball    but only men
Me: Favourites?
Her: players?
Me: yes  [three sentences of few words. I’m dialling it down to see if she expands her word count]
Her: kakaa    in croatia ćorluka    you know him?
Me: I know kakaa    not the other guy    My team is Newcastle United
Her: hm..but he is in tottenham,how do you dont know?
Me: I have to log off for a few minutes….  [doesn’t hit, time to show non-neediness]
Her: ok..
Me: hey
Her: hey    are you back?
Me: aha    I had to help a friend for a while   [tease a DHV]
Her: what he was doing?  [she bites]
Me: He got lost in Zagreb with no money and no mobile phone connection    Got a call from a random girl he asked for help!    “Do you know Jimmy?”  [DHV – getting Jambone out of another self-inflicted mess]
Her: haha     why you came to croatia?    what you know about croatia?
Me: I have a friend here.    He’s been inviting me to come for a long time  [the only lie of the interaction – it was Jambone’s friend]
Her: “why did you come” is correct,right?
Me: yeah    So I brought another friend and we are seeing the city    It’s fun
Her: and do you like zagreb?
Me: I think it’s nice, but the rain is a problem    Usually I like cities in rain. Santiago is beautiful in rain    lots if mist, and dark blue sky  [positive vibes, drop in an international man of mystery DHV – I know this girl hasn’t travelled much]
Her: yes,but  it is similar to london or not?
Me: No. Very different. London is like Tokyo    busy, fast, bustling, exciting    so many people everywhere  [oh, was that another far flung destination I mentioned?]
Her: zagreb is smaller..but also fast for people who work..you are on vacations..
Me: Mostly I like the little cultural differences    Like the sausage shops    or blue trams    I’m fascinated with travel – learning how other people live  [more positive vibes]
Her: it is exciting..but my problem is fear of the unknown..    I dont know..i am always with my family..maybe that is a problem..  [again she’s showing some of her true self – the hopes and fears – this is good rapport]
Me: You’re still young, right?  [lead the age-difference problem by setting the frame]
Her: yes..    22
Me: You’ve still got lots of adventures you can have!    I’m gonna have to go soon. I enjoyed this chat.   [set myself as knowledgeable about her future. End it on my terms]
Her: me too…    good night..
Me: Sleep well

The next two chats are to come….

Daygame 2-set: Young Huns

March 21, 2011
krauserpua

Same old story – I’m out in Covent Garden doing some day-creeping. My vibe is still shitty but I hook a pretty good two set. The target, Persia, is an adorable dark-complexioned 20 year old who responds nicely in a innocent girly manner. I open telling them they are London’s most obvious tourists and if I was a mugger I’d choose them as easy meat. Technically it’s notable only for how I bring in my wing and then do a double-bounce. My wing pretty much let me run the whole set myself so just notice how I keep coming back to him with eye contact and to solicit agreement so he doesn’t bleed too much value with being quiet.

She accepts the Facebook add the same evening but doesn’t appear online the same time as me until a few days later when I strike it up with this….

Me: she’s checking me out…….
Her: what?    😀    what have I done now?
Me: what HAVEN’T you done?    causing trouble all through England    heh 😀    I’m going boxing soon    what you doing?
Her: I have been in England now for 6 days, what are you going to say then in 5 months?? 😀    I am causing trouble in england    you have already said it    ;D    I am going to a pub with some germans and an american guy I had met in the hostel    🙂
Me: you still in London?    I told the Queen about you. She said you have to leave
Her: HAHA you are sooo funny    😛    by the way, I am a very saracastic person    😉    😀    I am getting ready now, when are you going to fly to Turkey?    So, goodbye, I have to go now 😀 bye :-*

I’ve decided I’m gonna play a modified social circle game for this. Bring her out socially when I’m with friends and then slow burn her with passive DHVs.

Grossly inappropriate facebook chat game – Croatian Mouse

March 21, 2011
krauserpua

I really can’t figure out if I’m a total cunt or actually a straight-shooting guy of hgh integrity. Witness the following chat with a 19-year old virgin I dated in Croatia, Mouse. Pretty much everything I’m doing is grossly inappropriate and yet she continues to facebook stalk me. I’ve done some heavy ploughing in earlier chats to get her naked photos. I think my frame will be the one last standing when the dust settles. Everything I say in this chat is both factually and spiritually true.

on the "to do" list

Her: Back in London?  [she always opens me when she catches me online]
Me: Nope    Last day in Istanbul  [DHV lifestyle] It’s been fun but I’m tired, looking forward to going home  [I f-closed my Russian infiltrator]
Her: How about [Russian catwalk model]?
Me: She’s gone back today    So I’m free again
Her: ..but you’re with her again?    I mean, you didn’t actually broke up with her?    break*  [I’ve told Mouse all about it]
Me: It’s complicated
Her: …it always is with you  [she has invested alot of emotional energy in understanding the mystery of Krauser]
Me: But we aren’t properly dating. I decided I don’t want that    She wants me to guide her sexually, to experience different things  [Pre-selection, I’m the chooser, I’m able to turn down beautiful women, and of course I’m framing this virgin to be led by me on a sexual journey]
Her: And you have problems with that??
Me: Not really    The problem is while she was in [her country], she fell in love with me
Her: So, what’s the problem then?
Me: well, maybe not love, but definitely an extreme infatuation    Whereas Im’ not very serious
So I had to slow her down   [more DHVing]
Her: Okay, you are the one who wanted to date her, only her, as you said. So, why would you even want to slow her down??
Me: Because I only want to date her, not marry her    I’ve broken a few hearts before by allowing girls to get too into me    I don’t want to do it to her   [DHVing on being a nice person]
Her: You changed your profile picture?
Me: Yeah, do you like it?
Her: What is that??
Me: It is Bingo from the Banana Splits TV show    I used to watch it as a child. He’s my favourite character   [comfort]
Her: …I don’t know
Me: [link to video]


Her: I only know about that Banana split dessert…    Anyway, I still don’t remember why would you turn down the girl who’s in love with you. You should be glad at least someone cares about you….    understand, not remember*   [she really wants to talk about this]
Me: I don’t want to lead her along a path    what are you wearing?   [I always snip threads with this line. It’s so beautifully inappropriate]
Her: Do you even know how some girls/women are trying hard for some guy just to notice them???  [probably meaning Mouse]
Me: I know    But [Russian catwalk model] is a catwalk model. She doesn’t have trouble finding guys  […. yet she fell for me = I am special]
Her: …whatever    You just don’t actually care about any girl    …at all   [projecting her own feelings about me and Mouse]
Me: Quite the opposite    I care about [Russian catwalk model], so I don’t want her to get hurt by investing too much emotion in me
Her: That doesn’t make any sense. If you really liked her, you would want her to like you the same way, or even more. People are selfish, that’s the fact.
Me: No    I’m not looking for a long term relationship  [frame my behaviour and the prospects for Mouse] So I can’t allow her to fall for me    or she’ll be hurt    It’s really quite simple    I’m surprised your pea-sized brain doesn’t understand  [douchebag!]
Her: You know, that way you’ll never find someone to settle down with…    Asshole!!!  [IOI]
Me: thank you    😉    I have to go play games now  [Girls are not a high priority in my life, and I set the time limits on my chats] I’ll be online later
Her: whatever   [hurt pride]
Me: you can send me a naked photo    bye    😉   [grossly inappropriate]

Girls are rendered immobile by radical honesty. It’s hardwired into them to try to connect with the real identity of the man, and because most men hide their identity and try to engage in impression management, being able to show your identity is a huge DHV. Thus the number of girls who have allowed me to say the most inappropriate (but sincere) things and just taken it in their stride. In this case I’m playing a contrast game between the cocky asshole and the sincere nice guy. It’s a true reflection of my actual character.

Another humdrum day

March 14, 2011
krauserpua

I’m out on Friday doing some street game. I’m horribly hung over from the night before and run down from six consecutive nights of drinking. My vibe is weak – you’ll see everything in this video is just a bit “off”. But whatever, I might as well grind it out and see if the gods of pickup throw a cute girl my way. Here’s my last set of the day when I’d already decided to make my way home. Nothing special. My camera ran out of power just as I got the Facebook.

Smash that frame – Lithuanian Hamster

March 11, 2011
krauserpua

Here is a late night Facebook chat I had with one of my many Lithuanian targets. We met in September and had a disastrous date that made me strongly dislike her. Not even a kiss close. After a month where she was completely screened out I decide on a whim to add her to facebook.

Since then we’ve had dozens of chats and I actually like the girl now, as a person. We’ve built strong rapport and she had agreed to fuck me in January but then logistics intervened. Since then she’s gone back to playing a coy “chase me, chase me” game as you’ll see here. She’s definitely a validation junkie but [without going into biographical details] she’s a giving person with a heart of gold.

with Rationalisation included

So I come home late from a social event RSG put on to celebrate Wonka‘s arrival. Here’s how it goes.

Me – you should go to bed  [order her about]
Her – :))))and u???   [she loves being ordered, this is her typical response]
Me – I just came home from a party
Her – how was the party?
Me – great    we had a good room    lots of friends  [never stop DHVing]
Her – u should go to bed..what are u doing now?
Me – eating noodles    what are you wearing?  [standard stuff, make it sexual]
Her – I am wearing noodles..and nothing more:))))   [she’s always coming up with deft ways to deflect the sexuality before she finally accepts talking about it, a common pattern]
Me – Boo    I don’t wanna fuck you anymore    [willingness to walk away, playfully]
Her – oh no Niki..why not????:((((
Me – noodles make you dirty and messy    I want a clean fresh girl    [I have standards, but again in a playful frame]
Her – noodles are very sexy…u can eat them from girls body..mmm   [she wants to draw me in for more validation]
Me – Not yours    Where’s my photos?    [She’s had enough from me. She’d promised me sexy photos but hasn’t sent any]
Her – I am making them…and where are mine?
Me – you first    [I’d rather not get them than lose the frame]
Her – I am going to sleep…bye Niki..:))    [yeah…..right. Too clumsy. I’m not falling for that one]
Me – ok    [don’t pander to her whims]
Her – You need to promise to show me one day your girls pictures ..that would be very interesting to see:)))    [this is luring me into saying yes, which would guarantee I never get hers]
Me – all pictures are private    I will give you something good, from me  [true. I don’t post up girl’s naked photos]
Her – I want to party..right now..and I have big problems sleeping..maybe u know how to sleep???
Me – masturbate    [keep it sexual, keep hammering the frame]
Her – I tried..won’t help..smoking, drinking also not..but really it’s a very serious problem   [no problem talking about the fact she masturbates]
Me – get a taxi to the airport. get a flight to london    come here    suck my cock    then I’ll fuck you so hard you nearly die    and you’ll sleep for days   [hammer the frame]
Her – I don’t have a money for a taxi    [deft evasion, but not actual rejection. She wants the validation of me trying to fuck her, but neither wants to give it up easily nor have me decide it’ll never happen and turn my attention to another girl]
Me – Sell a kidney   [so I definitely don’t offer to buy her taxi]
Her – do u know somebody that needs one???or two??
Me – no    I’ll pay you £5 for a naked photo    £10 for a photo of you masturbating    that should be enough for a taxi    you need to pay for the flight yourself   [value for value – heh]
Her – cash or credit card?????
Me – paypal   [don’t always give straight answers]
Her – don’t have an account   [she’s seeing how hard I’ll try to get her to London, even though it’s just a game]
Me – then you’ll have to accept insomnia    those were my only 2 ideas   [my limit is reached]
Her – i will go fucking crazy..in last week I slept five hours…
Me – I’m sorry for you. My only solution is fucking
Her – You know today I agree with u..that is the only thing that I haven’t tried..tomorrow I need to find a guy..thank u for the idea    [clumsy attempt to make me jealous]
Me – thank me when you get a good night’s sleep   [not fazed]
Her – ok..we will see..I have been exercising for the last two hours..if sport doesn’t work sex definitely will help..
Me – cool    I’m going to bed now    [It’s late, I’m not gonna be drawn into conversation just to keep her entertained]
Her – boo for leaving me alone..ok,have a nice dream about me:)))
Me – 😉
Her – 😉

Something Jimmy said the other day, among his many aphorisms, while I was in a long facebook chat with the Spanish exotic dancer:

“You just have to keep your frame until hers crumbles”

The main subtext to this is I am battering against her frame while protecting mine. Eventually there’ll be a point where the “Krauser fucks Hamster” meme is so ingrained into the conversation that she just folds her cards and does it. She’s been thinking about it for months now.

London daygame – More grist for the mill with a cute Japanese

March 8, 2011
krauserpua

Here’s more grist for the mill. I’ll give myself 7/10 for technique. I post it here mainly as a compare-and-contrast with the previous post. It shows very clearly how different sets can be depending on how much the language barrier gets in the way.

0:11 – I pegged her for a girl likely to give the defensive “no speaky english” initial response so I went in soft and slow
0:26 – She’s not flightly at all despite the conversation having barely started. I’m starting to think she’s a high esteem girl. The situation helped – she was just ambling along the riverside with nothing better to do
0:28 – Realising she’s Japanese I know dropping some Jap language on her will hook really easily but I have to make sure I back out into English so she is competing in my sport. If I’d stayed in Japanese it would be too try-hard, would relax her too much, and would frame her as more competent than me.
0:46 – Mostly I’m working the energy levels here. Bringing them right down to lull her to sleep.
0:51 – An easy tease about her being a country bumpkin
1:09 – Nice head tilt and question from her. She’s warming to this.
1:12 – So I do a light compliance test. I don’t actually touch her because that subcommunicates try-hard. Instead I’m trying to lead her to do it herself upon my direction.
1:20 – Strong steady eye contact from her so soon. It’s not sexual yet, it’s simple high-esteem focus. She’s seeing what I have.
1:39 – I don’t need to speak so slow. It’s all about the subcommunication in vocal tone, speed and energy.
2:22 – When the language is difficult but the girl is hooked, it’s important to have the subcommunication of “we can still figure this out and talk” rather than “oh no! this is an insurmountable obstacle and it’ll never go anywhere”. You can fuck girls who can barely speak to you.
2:36 – Eye contact is starting to get flirty. Everything with high esteem girls is subtle.
3:24 – I’m getting her to open up about herself so I be quiet and let her talk
4:01 – Our energies are well matched. I took a gamble that she was chill and low energy and it paid off.
4:50 – Jump on the ninja theme to get the vibe more playful and away from the basic facts of her life. Do a little fantasy.
5:57 – I’m talking over her a little bit throughout the set. That’s a mistake. It was the first one of the day so I’m still warming up.
6:09 – Now that I’ve mentioned her hair in her face a few times, she’s holding her hand up to stop it happening again. She’s also staying talking despite it being pretty cold and windy. Girls will tolerate lots of discomfort in order to stay in a conversation with a man they like. This is an IOI.
6:51 – The language barrier is hobbling any chance of getting playful with nuance, puns and other verbal playing (unlike the video in the previous post – she was a native speaker so that whole world of verbal jousting was opened up). Thus I’m keeping this simple and working the non-verbals
7:05 – I’m pretty sure her character is such that these attempts at playful rapport would hit if she actually understood english better.
7:38 – Falling back onto non-verbal leading
8:00 – It seems like I always find a way to get my boyhood into sets
8:40 – Still holding her hair out from her face, and with such a cute look. I very much want to violate this girl.
8:44 – Demanding she does things for me.
9:00 – “I don’t believe you” is a great line to drop into a set. You are defiant. A challenge.
9:15 – Putting ourselves on the same team against the world as a rapport-builder. I stand next to her like we are a couple standing against the river of people flowing past.
9:53 – IOI
10:15 – So girly. She’s screened in
10:43 – This is funny in Japanese
11:10 – Reframe the instant-date fail as my business and go for the number.
11:36 – I get girls to hold my gloves while I numberclose. It helps subcommunicate that I don’t feel like I’m getting lucky and winning a number.
13:08 – I realise I haven’t verbally SOIed her in the approach so I give her an overt verbalisation of why I like her and want to take the number.

London daygame means you can’t win ’em all

March 7, 2011
krauserpua

Sometimes hitting on girls is just a numbers game. You try and increase your percentages but at the end of the day, you are playing percentages. Sometimes you put the money on red and the ball spins and rests on black.

Here’s an example of a technically solid set where I could just sense the girl wasn’t quite there despite her enjoying the interaction and opening up. Notice her occasional glances behind me. And sure enough, my feel that there was a barrier turned out to be the case.

Anyway I’m posting the video because the set is in an interesting location, it’s a nice challenging opener, and I do a few decent things. And yes, that idiot in the background with the beige cardigan is exactly who you think it is.