The number one killer of your game is a function of time, but it’s not time. Time — a merciless decay directive that commissions the end of everyone — is too crude and imprecise an agent of character change to rely on for guidance. We need to measure a new reality closer to the heart.
Around age 11 or 12, preteens experience a significant reorganization of their brains. New neural connections are made while gray matter is “pruned”. This process continues throughout adolescence, and doesn’t fully end until the mid-20s, when the brain reaches its final resting phase. The adult you is, in a mental sense, forever 25.
The biggest brain change in the early teen years is the shift away from prefrontal development and the shift toward emphasis on the amygdala, the brain’s emotional center. We become limbic creatures, more feral and impulsive, once we hit our teenage stride, because our decision-making ability, especially under conditions of stress, is then relegated to the control of the amygdala.
There is a sound evolutionary reason for this brain change. If teenagers were overly risk-averse and worried about the consequences of their actions, they would never take those first vital steps to establish their identity by trying new things. Instinctive bravery, or stupidity, is what pushes baby birds out of the nest to fly. Without that neural window of risk-attachment encouraging teens to bust out of their comfort zones, they would never leave home, rightly calculating that life is perfect under the auspices of their hearth managers.
After those heady teenage years, there’s a slow loss in the mental capacity for satiating curiosity and for risk-attachment. This, too, likely has evolutionary origins. Adults who remain wild and thrill-seeking like teenagers do their own children no good, because what those little shits need more than anything is a stable family environment. We are as hard-wired to step into the comfort zone as adults as we are to step out of it as preteens.
There’s another word for the risk-attachment that defines the teenage/early 20s experience: Passion.
Game is all about taking social risks and withstanding blows to the ego. It’s about reckless experimentation. It’s about an inner energy that drives a man to seek new or better lovers and romantic experiences. It’s about denying the soothing siren song of comfort zones with a force ten tenacity. Game is, in its essence, the exalting of passion over passiveness.
Unfortunately, game has a mortal enemy, and it is the brain itself. The loss of risk-attachment — the pure energy of passion — for the gain of risk-aversion — the serene submission to contentment — will kill a man’s game more completely and with greater finality than physical shortcomings, than financial ruin, than even marriage and its punitive bindings.
The number one killer of your game is the same inexorable biomechanical algorithm that killed your passion and replaced it with placidity: Your changing brain.
If you are a man of keen mind, you may even feel this loss of passion. You’ll sense the changes partly in your day to day behavior and partly by way of the nostalgia fuel your living memory provides. Ironically, although the tragedy when viewed from an unbiased distance is immense, you won’t feel the pain of passion loss as much as you should because you won’t have the passion left to mourn it. Kind of like how I imagine a very old man gazes wistfully at a young beautiful woman while his cock remains undisturbed by the commotion.
Regrettably, there’s nothing on offer that could guarantee you avoid this date with dispassionate destiny. But there are weapons that may help you beat back the gathering storm of brain-reconfigured apathy and keep you seducing women in top form for decades to come.
1. Willpower.
If you can sense it, you can slow it. The first step begins with self-awareness. Instead of bleakly shuffling into that fading light like a gelded automaton, turn your mental howitzers against inevitability and embrace the fight. Go into battle knowing full well your defeat is assured but that you’ll have a blast blowing holes in as many passion-killing droids as you can center in your crosshairs.
2. Understand that experience can make up for some loss of passion.
You will get better with women as you get older. This is a natural result of mastering the dating market learning curve and accepting the psychosexual foreignness of the female mind. Improvements in your knowledge and self-control will mitigate some decline in your baseline passion level. To put it more succinctly, you won’t need as much animating passion to seduce new women at 30 as you did at 15.
3. Weightlifting/Testosterone replacement therapy.
Testosterone is the fark matter of the pooniverse. It’s soul juice. It’s the git ‘er done drug. It’s the molecular chakra that unites man’s head, heart and hogzilla. Weightlifting has been proven to raise T levels both temporarily and permanently, and this is true for most men who follow the Law of Iron. So does eschewing the modern high-sugar, high-carb fattyfest. Refusing to allow your T to sink into oblivion is a clarion call for more intrinsically summoned passion. (Recent evidence finds that estrogen inhibitors may work better than testosterone boosters. I leave it to the reader to research the issue.)
4. Spermatogenesis.
WARNING: Experimental territory. Enter at your own risk.
Read this comment. It’s anecdotal, but the associations he draws have some founding in the scientific literature, not to mention similarities with the conventional wisdom. Boost your sperm production and that wonderful I’M ALIVE blue ball feeling through the interventions of no-fap, HCG, and something called LJ100. Scrotum pressure is a pathway to scoundrel passion.
5. Set an expiration date on all your long-term relationships.
If you make it a principle to escape LTRs before the two year mark, you’ll evade comfort zone entrapment and artificially reignite that dreamy teen passion for new experiences and thrills, and screw the consequences. Your brain will rewire itself to accommodate the new stresses you put on it. Call it, whoremesis. Of course, as great as this is for your love life, it’s as bad for the continuation of the species and a prosperous society. Maybe you’ll figure you can contribute in a godly way to society later in life, after you’ve had your fill of the best kind of pleasures and passions, in which case you’ll want to save some of that archaic energy for your sequels.
A killer is coming for you. Heed the immortal yearning of Roy Batty — I want more life, fucker — and follow him into that rain to die kneeling as you were meant to… but not before proving to yourself and the world you’ll damn your destiny on your feet.
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Medicine loves the knee jerk reaction–high sugar? lower sugar intake. Low Test? Take injections. Go to the source-Thyroid hormones are the master hormones, my brothers Total Test went up 40% from an already high level by taking thyroid hormones.
T3? T4? T1000?
Sounds like game doesn’t even have to be women specific. It’s whether you embrace risk or run from it when the opportunity presents itself.
But also NOT CARING about risk. Like the difference between green troops who drop their weapons and turn and flee in terror at the first sight of the enemy, versus seasoned troops who simply Do Not Give A Shit [about Death] anymore.
I would imagine for some guys the eventual loss of passion and risk-attachment comes as a relief.
I don’t think cowardice is because you care and courage is because you don’t. Most guys that have courage is because they do care about others…and the cowards run away because they don’t care about anyone but themselves.
Gallup has done some interesting studies that show that the best and the worst in a field have something in common. For example, good and bad nurses both care a lot about their patients and mediocre nurses are more neutral.
I’d guess that courageous and cowardly men both care about others, but the cowardly are too worried about damaging the relationship or not being around to provide in some way.
The risk of what I wonder? What’s proposed here is sexual nihilism. You must at all costs ***want to*** want to fuck. What you must avoid is the primary purpose of sex: new life.
[CH: our genes’ purpose is new life. our conscious purpose is to fuck.]
One thing you missed. Become a beta provider to a family, lose your nuts for 10-15 years, get cheated on with some punk ass fuck alpha who tosses your ex out like a dirty snot rag. Then learn how you fucked up, take the pill, fuck a bunch of women half your wife’s age and voilà, welcome to your new second chance life of game.
Also, go paleo and do the TRT thing, it fucking works like magic.
“get cheated on with some punk ass fuck alpha ”
It’s up to each man to decide if he wants to have a family or not. But this decision cannot be based primarily on fear.
No need to fear if you know how to flip women’s switches. This is how game applies to LTR IMO. If you marry cause you’re a nice guy and fall for the beta trap that most boys raised by women fall into, it takes some serious trauma to snap you out of it. Or learn game first cause all women have an inner slut that wants to come out in one way or another.
Fear is understandable if you’re not aware of game/red pill. In my twenties I also felt the unarticulated dread of hypergamy. But once you internalize the message of this and other Game blogs and practice — from preselecting the right girls, to pickup, to LTR game with its attendant calibrations — your chances of being burned are minimilized.
agreed
> “preselecting the right girls” – that, and then working tirelessly to HOLD Alpha Frame and also to TEACH her how YKW et al are working tirelessly to destroy her soul.
lol. Keep trying to sell yourself, little pravda! Your KGB masters are quite proud of your infiltration techniques. Seig heil, mein obama!
poseur rape!
Hey everyone, check out the bitch getting smacked by Vox Day on the WWI thread. Truly, wolfowitzfinder seeks out and relishes abuse from men.
OMFG Whorefinder, you updated your blog! With game stuff too!
Guess I have to reset the day counter back to one.
take the pill, fuck a bunch of women half your wife’s age
Or you can skip the whole marriage thing and just f**k women half your age… 🙂 It’s interesting when I was 14, I was banging 40+ year olds, and as I got older, they got younger. Now I enjoy the 18-25 year old pretty much constantly. I figure at some point maybe I’ll want the “family” thing – but it won’t be in the US and it’ll be with a couple of women so my needs are always met. That is what a man deserves – women are easy, the wise man knows his worth, and lives life on his terms.
Start a wordpress.com blog. It takes 5 minutes, man! Fascinating back story. I banged a 41-year-old woman, but I was 20 at the time. Do you think this early banging lead to (or contributed to) how you live today? Were those 40+ ladies friends of family? Haha, those woman don’t give two fucks that this is technically rape of you. I’m sure you didn’t think of it that way though.
That’s pretty much my story, right there. It was 16 years. Finances coming back together. Kids were pretty distant for a while, then came around; they hardly speak to her anymore. Got my youngest living with me now (she just started high school) and it’s great. Most of her friends mom’s are single and quite do-able. Haven’t gotten down to half her age yet, but close. Life is good.
If most of her friends mothers are single, what kind of school are you sending your kid to? Generally, you can tell how much violence/drugs/teen pregnancy is happening at a school based on what kind of families the kids are coming from, and the race of the kids. It sounds like you are sending your kid to a school that either has a sizeable Black/Hispanic population, or it is a predominantly White trash school.
Not necessarily so. In UMC/UC schools (priavte schools etc.) you can see a third of the parents are divorced, for whatever reason. Assets often make it easier to pull the plug for either spouse. Of course the Dad gets a younger woman, the Mom gets hobbies…
I’m with you. First post separation lay was 22, ex was (at that time) 40. 22 year old literally WORSHIPPED me. I almost felt bad about it.
I’m looking forward to my kids moving back into their home at some point, but for now it’s me and my big house.
Keep on keepin on my friend. It gets better.
“Not necessarily so. In UMC/UC schools (private schools etc.) you can see a third of the parents are divorced, for whatever reason”
i agree.
not that moms with kids are ideal but the women in the age bracket i date usually do have kids. if they’ve gotten to their late 30s or into their 40s without marriage or kids, they probably have issues.
but there are different kinds of single moms. some of them are decent ladies who got divorced for whatever reason but the dad’s are still involved with the kids or she is self-sufficient without him and doesn’t blame him for everything or make him out to be a monster. these are the only kind that i would date if i was single again.
then there are the mom’s who never bothered to get married or have a string of bad relationships in their past with non-existent or dysfunctional relationships with the baby daddies. these are the women that blame everything on the ex/exes and can’t admit that they are the ones with the problems. wouldn’t touch one of those winners with a ten foot pole.
There’s a reason nature wanted us to fall into a comfortable pattern after the exploratory teenage years. But our culture has predictably evolved faster than our biology and it is no longer advantageous to the man to become comfortable and risk-averse when it comes to being attractive to the modern western female.
> “fall into a comfortable pattern” No Manboobs! Dudes in their 30s and 40s and 50s need to Pump Iron and get Cardio workouts.
Manboob Fat => High Estrogen.
Lean & Mean => High Testosterone.
And Cardio Conditioning => Better Blood Circulation => Better ERECTIONS!!!
Also SLEEP! If you haven’t slept in days [weeks? months? years?], and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, then it’s really really tough to achieve and maintain a quality erection.
Seriously man! I don’t mind your comments, but you have to ease up on the multiple posting shit! Stop being paranoid that your comments will get eaten and just lay it out in one comment. Your even pushing the patience of people who agree with most of what you say.
on September 11, 2014 at 4:24 pm Zombie Shane
And Cardio Conditioning => Better Blood Circulation => Better ERECTIONS!!!
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don’t really agree
I can fuck longer at 38 and 240 no exercise
then I did at 21 running ten miles a day
Cardio is for women. Eating fighting and fucking is for men.
I do H.I.T., workout about 30-40 per week, no cardio, and fuck for 2-3 hours a day.
Well I guess fucking is cardio.
I’m 42.
“don’t really agree
I can fuck longer at 38 and 240 no exercise
then I did at 21 running ten miles a day”
i read an article about this the other day. apparently men who are overweight tend to last longer than thinner men. more estrogen or something.
[CH: maybe, but then the men with better physiques can get it up again sooner for extra rounds.]
“I do H.I.T.”
same here. all i want to do is eat and fuck.
“Cardio is for women”
disagree.
I do H.I.I.T. too. peak 8’s on the bike. crazy shit. done in 18 min and sweating and breathing harder than people doing steady state bullshit “cardio” for 60 min+. if you don’t think you’re gonna puke you’re not doing it right.
[CH: maybe, but then the men with better physiques can get it up again sooner for extra rounds.]
yep.
and adding to that…overweight men can take longer to warm up even for the first round. and the erections aren’t usually as rock hard as they are in a fitter man. besides that, your dick looks and feels longer without the gut.
there are no benefits to being overweight
“your dick looks and feels longer without the gut.”
yeah, i read somewhere that for every 35 pounds you lose, you add an inch
Game is all about taking social risks and withstanding blows to the ego. It’s about reckless experimentation. It’s about an inner energy that drives a man to seek new or better lovers and romantic experiences. It’s about denying the soothing siren song of comfort zones with a force ten tenacity. Game is, in its essence, the exalting of passion over passiveness.
Indeed. Heartiste, you pick up in modern times where poets left off in the Renaissane. Except you do it with Science.
Before I got to this part I was already wondering whether manospherians – the true ones – might have a more active amygdala. Be more passionate. Did you ever wish to hoist the black flag and start slitting throats? And while others might think of that as a punchline, would you actually be one of those who joined a revolution while the other 98 percent of society were peeking out from behind their curtains?
3. Weightlifting/Testosterone replacement therapy.
I was thinking that would show up on the list. Anyone who follows CH and Mangan on Twitter could see it coming!
The two-year mark. I have never had a relationship that lasted longer than two years. But I have had a couple that lasted 1.5-2 years. And it always felt enough, always felt like the right amount of time together. Is there anything particular about two years?
6a. Stop Caring!
6b. Learn to not give a damn!
That’s the money quote for sure. An in the category of taking social risks, I’ve been using an opener for awhile now that works like dynamite because it’s so straightforward: “Hi… Wanna flirt and talk about sex?” At a minimum it gets a laugh just about every time, and most of the time it gets an enthusiastic “Sure!”.
Tried another one recently that was pushing the limit and I was amazed at how well it worked. I had a good buzz on with just a bit of psilocybin in my system which always brings out the caveman in me for some reason. Don’t know if I would have tried this stone cold sober, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t work.
Sitting talking to a friend at the bar and a drunk 8 sits down next to me. We’re minding our own business, she’s loud and obnoxious. I’m taking up maximum space at the bar (actually have my feet up on the bar and leaning back on the bar stool) and giving her no attention. Catch her eye and she says “You’re a typical douchebag player aren’t you?”
Me: “That’s Mr. Douchebag to you.”
Her: “That’s what I thought. You don’t even deny it.”
Me (with a smirk): “Nope… And you obviously have no manners. I know your type. Rich little daddy’s girl who always got everything she ever wanted. You need to be disciplined.”
Her (Contemptuously): “Oh really… Who’s going to discipline me? You?
Me (Leaning in and whispering in her ear): “I’m out of your league sweetheart, but if you’d really like, I’d be happy to bend you over my knee and spank that pale little ass of yours until it leaves big red hand prints.” Her mouth drops open.
I turn around and start talking to my friend again and feel a tap on my shoulder. Turn back to her and she says “Will you dance with me?”
I couldn’t believe it.
Well, Thoroughbred. That takes guts and fast thinking, replying to her like that. You never let her hold the floor, so to speak: well done.
A mistake people make is to reply to the heckler as if trying to hold a normal conversation. The right way is to show you don’t care about what’s been said and won’t dignify it with a real answer. Like saying “That’s Mr. Douchebag to you”, that’s the way to go. It takes a few punches to learn that.
What would make her tell a guy that he’s a “typical douchebag player” out of the blue? Crazy woman.
@Arbiter – “Guts and fast thinking” or better frame through pharmacology. Not recommending it necessarily, but the “third eye” insights I’ve gotten through controlled, careful and infrequent use of psychedelics over the years have been extremely red pill.
For me it strips away all of the social conditioning and takes me back to a very base, primal, masculine psychological frame that’s not forced and feels completely natural. Under such circumstances, I can read women with exceptional clarity — in this case, I’d vaguely heard the rude chick talking to someone about being from NY and spending time in the Hamptons, and was able to form a more-or-less accurate psychological profile of her based on that information alone: She was a rich daddy’s girl with issues… Riding the cock carousel for sure… Faking a cunty, tough bitch attitude, but deep down a very insecure little girl.
By the way, these are insights that stay with you even after you’ve “tripped”, less clear perhaps, but something you can still tap into.
And what made her tell a guy she’s never met that he’s a “typical douchebag player”? Someone posted this High Plains Drifter clip here a few days ago:
Yeah, I know it’s the movies, but it’s the same feminine strategy at work in a different circumstance. Some primal shit going on deep below the surface in both cases.
@arbiter
“What would make her tell a guy that he’s a “typical douchebag player” out of the blue? Crazy woman.”
how else was she going to get his attention?…it was an IOI/’hey, look at me’/shit test combo platter…lol…
It takes two years to get to know a person. As the cliche goes: Familiarity breeds contempt.
> “If teenagers were overly risk-averse and worried”
Enter the relentless YKW/Unitardian/Churchian assault on American Masculinity – Christina Hoff Sommers’s “War Against Boys” – e.g. if an American boy so much as draws a picture of a gun, he is expelled from school.
And the relentless YKW-inspired Feminazi assault on Masculine Sexuality at the college level – if an American young man fails to secure an explicit “YES WE CAN!” before fornicating with a Coed, then he has commited “Rape” and must be expelled from school.
Been racking my brains about The Burninator’s recent assertion that he can kino an entire [Bluetropolis?] room with no fear whatsoever that he might get his nose [or jaw] broken if he were to kino a True Alpha’s poontang.
Been scrutinizing the Betas/Gammas of my acquaintance and wondering if all these years of YKW propaganda like “Seinfeld” and “Friends” have accelerated the Beta/Gamma descent into effeminacy and dejection and despondency much deeper and more profoundly than I had realized.
And The Burninator is right about working a large room – ever since Approach Week, I’ve been going out of my way to talk to all the chicks, and now just chatting up some HB6s and HB7s will make the HB8s and HB9s so furious with envy [???] that they will open on me.
But there’ s no competition for me! The poor Betas/Gammas are so broken-souled from years of YKW/Churchian/Unitardian brow-beating that they are terrified [???] of talking to these chicks.
“Feminazi” – WTF! The NSDAP were the most ANTI-feminist Party in history! Men were men and women – Kinder, Kirche, Kuche.
Bear in mind the sneaky rats that created Marxism and feminism had a lot in common! FEMIMARXIST or FEMI***IST are more appropriate.
“Feminazi” is a certain Chateau-Lurker’s patented word on his nationally syndicated Excellence in Broadcasting Network. And it’s such a beautiful word because it drives YKW insane with fury.
“Feminazi” is a certain Chateau-Lurker’s patented word on his nationally syndicated Excellence in Broadcasting Network.
Chateau-Lurker? Doubtful. He’s on his fourth(!) wife right now.
Yeah, Rush can be entertaining at times, but he’s sure as hell not a CH reader.
Apropos the topic at hand: YOU ARE NEVER TOO OLD TO SWALLOW THE RED PILL!
Rush was TOTALLY BETA with Marta [#3] back during the Clinton Administration, but I haven’t heard a peep of Beta out of him since he married Miss Rogers [#4].
Aren’t testosterone boosters like the ones you get a fitness stores bullshit? Are suggesing Stallone style HGH steroids?
For a natalist like me [Buns -> Ovens], Synthetic T is problematic because it shrivels up your balls and sends your sperm count to zero.
Like most supplements – testosterone boosters don’t have the cofactors that whole foods do. So they’ll make you sick – worse, they decommission your testes.
Weightlifting combined with a good ball-nourishing diet – including grass-fed beef, nuts, cods liver oil, oysters – and chicken before bed. Cholesterol is a testosterone precursor. That – along with boxer shorts and hot-to-cold showers will jack up hormonal production.
I don’t eat that T stuff, but I do eat mass gainer. I just can’t eat enough calories for weightlifting otherwise. Not when I do intermittent fasting at the same time, try to eat most of the day’s calories in one meal with just one more 600-cal meal during the day. And I combine that with the second type of intermittent fasting, which is to eat all the day’s calories within an eight-hour window.
All this means that trying to eat enough calories through real food would have me sitting there eating for an hour and a half, trying to eat it all in one meal.
Funny: before I started lifting I tried to eat less calories, now I have the opposite problem.
I find ZMA to be about the only one worthwhile, especially when used with a DHEA cream and large muscle exercise. That’s zinc-magnesium aspartate and it’s cheap. Zinc is necessary for the enzymes that process cholesterol into testosterone so taking a couple or three capsules before bedtime primes your body for the overnight conversion of indigenous .testosterone and DHT.
Longjack was a waste for me.
What gets interesting are the neuropeptides. But that’s another story….
Haven’t tried ZMA yet but I know Zinc/Magnesium supplements increase energy and help me sleep better.
ZMA is fantastic for sleep. I can absolutely tell the difference between when I take it before bed and when I don’t. Highly recommended.
I believe time without game knowledge robs our life force (read ball-juice force). Time with game knowledge adds to our life force (read ball-juice force).
Small case in point. Today went to get my haircut. The shop is one of those places with all Asians with limited English. The lady that waited on my has a 9 body with an 8 face. In great shape and wears the tightest of pants. Anyway, I sit in the chair, she puts the blanked over me, I rest my hands on the arm rests and commence to closing my eyes and enjoying this young girl touching all over my skull. A few minutes in, I feel her pressing her front right against my hand that was hanging over the end of the arm rest. I thought to myself in that split second, “Holy shit, man! This girl’s poosie is like two inches away from my hand!” The old beaten down beta inside me made a surprise visit saying, “Move your hand man! You can’t leave your hand there. That would be rude.” But the thunder of Chateau alpha fired back inside my head, “Fuck that, man! Your hand was there first. Keep it there and see what she does about it.”
So I just left my hand there and got about 15 seconds of promixal-pussy-pressage. She didn’t seem to mind it a bit. I’d love to hear any female hairdressers reading this shit if they do that stuff on purpose or not. Was this a shit test. Did she think highly of me? Was she horny and bored? I honestly don’t know if she did it on purpose because those Asians are all about business and serious about their crafts-poon-ship.
Again, this ain’t sex, but it’s another tiny example of how game can make one’s day just that much brighter during the most mundane of chores.
Dont let them sap and impurify your precious bodily fluids
Haha, this has happened to me. Just move your fingers around and see what she does.
ching chong white devil try touch golden gate! Fuck dat he aint gettin dis poozy he think stalk of love gonna get inside heavenly hole?
I remember some years back going in for a physical. I’m sitting there on the examining table, and the nurse practitioner (early 30s and pretty attractive, wearing a skirt) was standing in front of me checking my eyes, throat, etc. Her pussy was pressed right up against my kneed. Dang…
Was stung by a bee once and had an allergic reaction. Nurse was pressing on my abdomen, 6-pack. she says relax your stomach for me. i say it is… she looks at me and says, of course it is, shaking her head and feeling it again. Too bad I was taken to the hospital shortly after.
Also @newlyaloof , enjoy the ride. I find female asian hairdressers all do this, or they rub their tits up against you, on back of the head etc. Must be some legacy of Nam, love you long time stuff in their system.
You’re right, it’s an example of how game knowledge brightens your day. In this case, you should keep in mind that a woman would not want that kind of body contact with a man she doesn’t like. She may not have thought consciously “Now I’m going to press against this man’s hand” but it’s more like, she let her guard down and when it happens it happens.
If she doesn’t think about it consciously she doesn’t have to answer to herself for it. As I have said before, women are masters at self-deception. One should not assume that whatever she does, whether it’s good or bad for you, always happens after an explicit thought in her head.
Good point. She may not have done it on purpose, but when she did, she didn’t seem to mind it. I’m a handsome enough man with a bit of a bad-boy grin so I’d say she’d be up for a bang if pressed.
Need some quick advice:
I met this Russian chick on campus the other day and bummed a cigarette off her. One thing led to another and I got her number. Second time around she approached me while I was on the phone and handed me a cigarette to “save me the trouble of asking.” She asked me if I still had her number (I’d been busy so I hadn’t called her) and she made sure she had mine right in her phone. As far as I can tell, she’s showing some level of interest. Today, I was on the phone again while waiting for class and she happened to be close by. She was under a tree and she saw me. I carried on with what I was doing and acted like I didn’t notice her to see what she’ll do. She didn’t walk up to me but she walked over to a tree closer to me (my guess is to see if I’ll walk up first). I didn’t. I want to bang this chick but I don’t want her to get the idea that I’m needy for her. How do I play my cards right?
Thanks in advance.
The thought that just popped into my mind was, next time you see her nearby while you are on the phone, go up to her, look her in the eyes as you approach her, and when you get right up next to her, say into your phone, “Hold on a sec; I have to do something,” and kiss the fuck out of her. When you’re done, put your phone back up to your ear and say, “Sorry had to take another call,” and continue talking and walking away.
prolly work perfectly
Why have you not smashed this yet.
Seriously. Sounds like you basically had vodka vagina wrapped up and gifted for you, and you are asking how to accept the present.
This is how it should have been written:
“Second time around she approached me while I was on the phone and handed me a cigarette to “save me the trouble of asking.” She asked me if I still had her number (I’d been busy so I hadn’t called her) and she made sure she had mine right in her phone. So I grabbed her at the waist, pulled her in tightly, stuck my tongue down her throat, picked her up, carried her to my dorm room and pounded her until she couldn’t walk.”
Russian chicks think different and refreshingly, you can be more direct with them. You can be more forceful, even blunt, but don’t criticize them until you have a relationship with them. Walk up to her, tell her that you were busy clearing off a bunch of business /work related issues and you want to take her to X right now (like a bar, whatever).
You may already have hesitated too long, Tommy. Hesitation is not aloofness. It is beta behavior.
I agree. You are the man you are not heasitant you pursue her. Russian chicks are used to men being agressive and pursuing them.
You may have already blown it. Call her set up a date. Meet for drinks and start gaming her. And stop with the aloof shit. Its looks like you are clueless or not intersted in this context.
Be direct. Also fuck that kissing her in the middle of campus. That is just silly.
Just did, Reco. I’m taking her out for drinks next week. Thanks for the sound advice, boss.
Well, that’s one way to put it. Roosh was able to do it in a couple of paragraphs though.
One of your best articles of the year so far. With this CH wisdom I’ll consciously counter the brain from holding and preventing me from what I really want to do for the rest of my life. I hope everyone here does the same, time flies CH readers!
I would say the best one this year, hands down. Great work.
Great poast. Much inspire.
I’ve been feeling myself slip into the void of apathy/nihilism lately. I almost flew to Paris to join the French Foreign Legion for fuck’s sake.
But CH is right. No matter how much of a senseless futility modern life is, there is a strange kind of dignity in putting up a fight, even when your destruction is inevitable.
There’s a dignity only if you’re deluded into thinking so. The best thing any man can do is kill all those who care about him and then off himself, ending the futility once and for all. Unfortunately, I’m just like the rest of you fuckers and delude myself into continuing.
word, brother
I’ve thought about the FFL for years now. It’s something id still like to do after college.
Make VERY SURE to do extensive research on their requirements. They can afford to be VERY picky these days.
Kills game every time:
My eyes! My brain! How can I unsee that?
I just remembered- eyebleach.
http://www.eyebleach.com/
Ah, refreshing!
Interesting to see a collection of girl pictures picked by others. It won’t be exactly what I would have picked, but it will be the same in general. That really proves what we are saying about beauty: that in general we have the same standards, with only slight variations in taste that could be just due to circumstance.
They also link to http://kidbleach.info/ there. Cute animals.
“Testosterone is the fark matter of the pooniverse.” That is why I read heartiste.
Losing my oneitis broke my heart. Ever since that day i am steel hearted. I recommend getting ur ass handed to by a bitch helps a lot
Made me aloof as fuck
You really do have a case of the ego, CH. Jesus. What the fuck is the point if it’s not going to mean shit to you someday anyhow, as you stare at a hot girl with a limp dick? Let me give it to you straight down your throat: there is no goddamn point. The intelligence you have is constantly overshadowed by your subjective meaning jerkoff fest. It would make far more sense to commit suicide at the height of ecstasy than decay alongside the masses, and then have a new generation do it all over again.
You gotta wonder how long Huhhu here can keep up his whining. Who comes to a site to contribute zero, to have nothing to say, only to whine insubstantially at what the site says – and not once but several times? It takes a special kind of rotten mind to do that.
What poetic wisdom, such a rare thing these days.
Lol at all the red pill rookies still having existential crises.
Ehh but respect for #5. You get the best of both worlds. Women who will love you and die for you plus the thirst for new experiences. Aborting a solid ltr (if you got balls) is one of the most invigorating things you can do. Roll the die.
An existential crisis is just the acceptance of reality.
Good post CH. I’m just caught up on this idea of having a hot chick with me for life and developing a stable family like the one I grew up in.
But I think that very active desire is what is keeping me from getting that…as strange as that sounds.
Kinda gets me lost a little
It is nice to fall asleep at night with your arm around someone special. The problem is that it is extremely rare that the feeling that you’ve found “the one” is mutual. The game is to find someone you truly feel is special, and who does it for you, and to then trick her into believing that actually she is the lucky one.
No the game is to trick yourself into believing YOU are special. Everything else will flow from that.
6. Be Disposessed.
Feel that force coursing through your veins? It’s anger. You are hungry and sharp, they are effeminate and oblivious. You look forward to rope and lampposts, they settle into limp wristed snark. God and righteousness are with you. You are a revolutionary. You are alive. You face the sun.
Ahhh…
🙂
[…] Source: Heartiste […]
Don’t underestimate the influence of one’s parents in “making” them or “breaking” them or just adding dysfunctional baggage.
We are all influenced by our parent’s behaviour and behaviour towards us, often subtle ways.
5. Set an expiration date on all your long-term relationships.
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Not to get all Zombie Shane here, but this part of advice, while excellent for keeping carefree and unentangled, poses issues if you really want to have a family. A good wife and mother is hard to find and a requirement to raise a stellar family. What is missing is also then having the freedom to supplement with young playthings. I would encourage men with family aspirations to find a good, stable woman who loves kids and you keep her open to the idea that while she has the title, and all the benefits of being your wife, she understands that you have the freedom to keep discrete relations on the side. In a way that will not cause her any shame or standing in the community. The kind of situation that was more widespread before women would work or vote.
It can happen. I got the first part right, but did not do the work to set up the second part, and it is probably too late at this point. Not 100% sure, my wife is naturally very red pill, underneath the hamster plaster conventional society imposes on her. Time will tell.
There is the chance for guys starting from scratch though.
What happens if the husband brings home an STD to his wife? Not everything is a feminist conspiracy. If there was no adultery STDs would become extinct.
[CH: are you the love child of woody allen and john scalzi?]
Woody Allen and John Scalzi ARE STDs mate.
Epic post CH.
FR advice please;
Yesterday, I Gamed a 21-23 y/o solid hb8 waitress at local bar. I dropped in some “Í play guitar bait” during small talk and she said she wants to learn the guitar. Before I left, I told her to write down her name + number which she did without hesitating.
How do I play this? (im 43) without being creepy old dude guitar teacher
Sounds like you set yourself up for a “surprise I have a penis” situation if you did not sexualize the convo, have good body language, strong eye contact, flirt, kino etc. during your interaction. What do you mean by “gamed”? describe the interaction…
Also question your internal state… do you feel you are a creepy older dude? I am almost 47, and thus far age seems to make no difference, in fact it seems to be a huge advantage. You know sooooo much more than a 22 YO, have so much more life experience, assets (i hope), it’s almost unfair to the 20 and 30 YO’s. Mid 20’s girls are all over it.
As long as you can maintain decent shape, some definition, no gut, shoulders wider than waste, you can really clean up (not that this is required for success but it is a big advntage, game being equal). 40 really is the new 30 it seems…
I witnessed Stuttie do this approach yesterday. She started the flirting mate. Just keep plowing and tell her you’re 39 if you are worried about age (which you should not be you are in good shape)….Open today with a text “so you want to come around for lessons….”
Yep. Be 40, look 30 and act 50 (i.e. well-earned confidence + sophistication + assets + worldly experience). That has been the sweet spot for me as well.
agree with sentient – your internal state is all screwy. if you feel you’re a ‘creepy old dude guitar teacher’, chances are what will happen is you’ll do/say something that will subcommunicate that to her and then she’ll really see you as an old creepy creeper pervert.
you need to see yourself as the guy whose extra years have given him the ability to effortlessly handle her shit and open her up to new experiences.
if she asks how old you are, respond with ‘old enough to be your lover’.
fuckin hell. this one got to me. im 27, and i really felt a strong change this year, though there are a few external variables i can point to. But overall, i really do not feel the same passion i did for my interests like when i was even 23/24. Ive read a few sources that link this age to when this starts the brain change. memory is worse, a few stray grey hairs….dont recharge from sex as fast. Im just doing everything i can to optimize my hormonal profile, diet, exercise…etc. BUt ive been in an ltr for close to a year now….so that may be a big cause, also working fulltime. Aging….really fucking sucks imo…and i struggle with accepting it for sure.
Thanks Sentient. I agree that my indirect approach to getting the number was probably not the best move. Being so young she may actually think its just a guitar lesson – no big deal.
First saw target about a week ago which was when I dropped the guitar bait. Wanted to get her number then but bar was too busy. Ejected.
Went back yesterday and dropped a hint re guitar. She said she’s still keen for a lesson.
My definition of Game in this context was always maintaining strong eye contact and body language. No smiling, only the odd smirk. Good loud vocal tone.I issued an ordered the number off her, didn’t ask. Once I got the number I ejected from the venue.
The only IOI’s I picked up on was when she asked me “how long have you been here?”, (strange question I thought), her strong eye contact and non hesitation of giving the number. She didn’t ask my name but I think my wing told her.
As I was leaving she asked a dumb question “so is it hard to learn?” I said depends on the student (smirk) and left.
On the two occasions I’ve seen her, she starts at 6pm till close.
Didn’t sexualise the convo – no kino – no flirting.
Not sure how to proceed…
well these things take time to adopt. You coming out of an LTR? From your language, “baiting” and “hinting” etc. seems you need to work on being upfront about your sexuality (i.e. you are a sexual being) and interest overall. A weak internal frame.
You might try going back there, in a non stalker way, just as a regular in a week or so, and just amping up the interaction from scratch with her. If she asks about you not calling her you have the opening to tease her about thinking about you and then going into something about how busy you have been DHV story etc… and when the interaction is going your way, do as our host suggests and “bustamove” and set up a drink at another spot a few days hence. This would erase the pretext of the guitar lesson.
Others have thoughts?
how to proceed?
teach her some guitar
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If it makes you feel any better, man, I’m 42 and I did the same damn thing when I got a 22 year old’s number for the first time. I had massive eye contact and strong body language (“The way you strut out of here without ever pausing or looking back, do you do that on purpose?”) but I fell into “surprise I have a penis” due to a lack of sexual vibe and a lack of kino when I was setting all of that up initially. Oh well.
I was in a huge slump for the longest time after that, but I just met another 20-something and took it sexual right away. I got the whole “it’s creepy to flirt with girls until they’ve given you the go ahead” routine. Yeah, whatever, spin hamster spin, as you use your looks to travel three countries for free and tell yourself you’re paying for it with your horrible caterwauling. Chuckle.
I creeped her out, because my state was all to shit when I met her. My state isn’t all to shit today. I flirted with another one a few hours ago! Fuck yeah! No, I didn’t get her number either, but that’s fine. I’m finally starting to build some positive momentum and increase my confidence with each iteration.
The light at the end of the tunnel is visible again.
Next time: “I’d teach you but you’ll give it up within a month like all the other girls do. Let’s get drinks instead.”
CH at his best! … but I think it were finer with a CH ´´A´´ and a CH “B“
CH “A“: under 30 years old CH“B“: up 30…
“A“and “B“ : frame is all you need. Your frame is your castle. For LTR or (gosh..) married …you should not betazoid! Amen.
@ Sentient – internal state a bit negative atm – I normally work out twice daily (weights and cardio) but last few months let things slip. Been lifting 10 years so in relatively good shape, and at 6’4″ still very imposing. So no I don’t feel like old creepy dude.
I’ve only been red pill 9 months and this would be the first sub 30 y/o I’ve approached and got the number.
My wing recons I can get her no problems.
Problem is transitioning from guitar lesson offer – to a sexualised day1-2-3 – bang.
Everyone knows that the secret to being a great guitarist is learning to hold your whiskey.
I hate to be the guy who always spots the Rush references, but I found two (Closer to the Heart and Force Ten). Did I miss any?
I didn’t see any, and I used to be a huge fan. Citations?
Jesus fucking Christ you deserve the Nobel prize for your beneficent writing.
+1
In a world that feels so small, he can’t stop thinking big.
maybe Huhhu is trying to pick up where David Alexander left off?
Remember DA, the New York railfan of Caribbean heritage who would mewl about how much better hot blonds on his computer screen were than the fugs he could barely bed in real life? He linked to a couple of photos of himself and yeah, pure omega.
[…] The number one killer of your game is a function of time, but it’s not time. Time — a merciless decay directive that commissions the end of everyone — is too crude and imprecise an agent of character change to rely on for guidance. […]
and…this:
http://elitedaily.com/dating/men-pssies-women-need-start-asking-men-dates/746965/
Number one killer of your game: buying into the bullshit that you don’t deserve any better…that you are expendable and “she” is the prize…
already wrote about it here:
http://whoresoftheinternet.wordpress.com/2014/09/11/are-you-date-worthy-a-quiz-for-women/
quite a funny list of questions.
For some reason, this doesn’t apply to me. I’m in the process of getting a bike license and I’d like to do some insane things now more than I wanted to do them at 18. I do feel less excited about mundane things than I used to do and I can sense the difference now, at 25, compared to when I was 23, let alone 18. I actually find it depressing that my friends aren’t thrill seeking fun people anymore because of this. I want to just get in my car and drive 400 miles just because – now I afford to do it too.
I didn’t fly my first plane till 37
yea really its like get back together with my bitch its great
then it gets old
she leaves
and I feel rejuvenated
new lease on life
like i’m free no responsibility package attached to me
I need to start doing that in an ltr I think
Around age 11 or 12, preteens experience a significant reorganization of their brains. New neural connections are made while gray matter is “pruned”. This process continues throughout adolescence, and doesn’t fully end until the mid-20s, when the brain reaches its final resting phase. The adult you is, in a mental sense, forever 25”””””””””’
prob has to do with all your relationships are set with no changes type deal
look at divorced guys at any age they “change”
why
cause they finally have permission to do what they want
I look at the shit I done the last two year and pretty intense times
but I get to back home
best of both baby
maybe key tell your bitch you got to go somewhere anywhere for a year or so you will be back
I think something to be said for short term projects and long term projects at the same time
The number one killer of your game? Watching pop culture: denigrating masculinity, leadership, and male accomplishment.*
*unless you’re black, of course; then pop culture reinforces all good stereotypes abut you, while bleaching away all bad stereotypes. But I assumed we were talking about a human’s game, not a sub-human’s.
The number two killer? Listening to what prominent liars Piggy and his squealer, PA, have to say.
Double rape!
I think this explains the female transition from alpha fux to beta bux as well. In the context of the restructuring brain, it’s not surprising that women switch their marrying strategy to become less risk averse in their late 20s. They literally can’t help themselves to the exciting and risky alpha cock when they’re young any more than they can help becoming the “I don’t sleep with someone on a first date. I’m not that kind of girl”. Their brains command them to seek out the safe beta shlubs to eventually divorce-rape. Yet another reason to date young girls. They are scientifically more fun and passionate to be with. Is this another counter to the feminist myth of female sexuality peaking in their 30s?
As for Spermatogenesis:
Do some research on Lecithin. Basically, it makes your sperm thicker. When it passes through the “tube” you can feel the difference. You can definitely see the difference too. I’m not saying lecithin creates more sperm. It just pumps up what you already have. Only thing I don’t like is the stuff at GNC is only soy lecithin and I’m trying to avoid anything soy. If anybody knows of and has tried any other non-soy lecithins, I’d like to know about it. I haven’t seen any and I’d like to start taking more again. Egg whites contain lecithin so you can get down on some of those too.
On this theme, anyone have any thoughts/experience with nootropics, aka cognitive enhancers?
Alright gamemasters here is the Friday Challenge, Friday night is looming and we need some tips, tactics and openers.
Assume 10PM Friday night. Two girls on a banquet, sitting together off to the side, you are solo. High potential for cockblocking or getting shut down as they focus on each other. Two set like this is quite intimidating, would be easier IMHO with a three set because it would be easier to communicate with one more directly and the other two can keep chatting… Not for the meek…
Come now cocksmen what is the play here?
PS – give scenarios for SNL as well as just a number to farm….
Number close:
1. Walk up, sit down across from them, legs spread, leaning back.
2. Me: “Hey ladies. Need your opinion. I’m in town for 48 (or 72) hours before I head back to [exotic location]. What is the one thing I need to do in this town before I head home.”
3. Them: “Oh, you need to blah, blah, blah and blah, blah blah”.
[More back and forth, Q&A, banter]
4. Me: “Ok, so which one of you two is going to chaperone me around your fair city and show me the sights?”
SNL
1. Same as above.
2. Me: “Hey ladies… Wanna flirt and talk about sex?”
Ahhh the old opinion opener, with an opportunity for them to status whore a bit… I like it. Good one even if initial attraction to you is low, most people will take the time to share things like this about their favorite spots, which gives you more time to run your game, which can increase the odds/attraction.
Thanks for playing.
Facially, they’re HB6s, so nothing intimidating there. Fat one in black looks like she might be a little friendlier than skinny one in white. Skinny one in white has toned thighs, so she’s either into that Tour de France nonsense or she’s working a stairmaster.
So show us your game here ZS, we can see how they look…
Final thought was to use your other [as yet unused] Neg on the one opposite the table from the one you slid in next to, so that the one next to you starts to get green with envy.
ZS, please limit your commenting to ten per day. Or consolidate your musings into one or two bigger comments. the readership thanks you.
The Wicked Witch of the East and West.
Those are some big girls alright. At least they have long hair. The one the left dresses well.
The expression on their faces leaves something to be desired.
I might try one of Mystery’s tricks on them. I’d find another woman in the bar and ask her if she’d be interested in making these two jealous. Then I’d walk her over to them and introduce myself and the other woman. I’d focus on the girl in black and let my decoy talk to the one in white. Whenever the one in white tried to edge into our convo, I’d neg her softly (obviously the one in white is the target). After a bit of fun banter I’d try to isolate the one in white, maybe ask her to come up to the bar with me or something like that, then I’d escalate with some kino and sexualize heavily.
Slide in on the blonde’s right, tight enough to impair her arm motion.. Move the girl liquor martini to the far side of the table and put your beer bottle directly on the table. Sit back with legs stretched and get a good eyeful of the rest of the room. The blonde will probably be bitchy about your invasion, ignore her until the brunette talks to you. No matter what she says inquire about how the wings are. Break out the charm for the brunette. Get her laughing and glowing.
Everytime the blonde says something give her just enough side eye to let her know that she was heard and you’re being deliberate in ignoring her. Make no effort to accomidate her physically. Make sure the hips touch and her shoulder has to be in front or behind yours. If she moves her drink closer put it back to the far side of the table.
For SNL:
When the brunette leaves to go to the bathroom or freshen up open the blonde with “You ready?”, cup the chin, and kiss. Stand up smoothly, hold out your hand, and make your exit.
For N-Close:
Pull out your phone, have her enter her number without saying a thing. Call the number as soon as she hands it back and leave her a voicemail. Stand up smoothly, cup the chin, make to go for the kiss but instead whisper “Earn it”. Make your exit.
Flip the roles if you want the brunette.
OK @satyrwolf let’s expand on some of your points here…
You come over and move the blonde’s drink and sit down. Your only comment is about the wings? No opener? What if they say, we are waiting for someone?
“get her laughing and glowing” that is an objective what’s your advice on how to get there?
On the SNL, assume the brunette never leaves (don’t they always go in pairs to the bathroom?), how would you extract in that case?
@sentient
From the decor I doubt they sell wings. The question is the opener. It’s more of a jerkboy tactic than a softer PUA opener. You’re acting like you belong in a sportsbar instead of a martini bar. Assume the sale before you approach, set your frame, and own your space.
A scan of the table means they’ve been sitting for more than a few minutes. The martini’s half gone, the girls are laughing, and food has been ordered. The likelihood of actually waiting for someone is small and such a statement would be a shit-test anyway. If anything they are killing time before meeting other people somewhere else.
Laughing and glowing is the end result. Doesn’t matter how you get there. I get there by telling funny stories about my day or family. Others may get in funny one-liners. It doesn’t matter how it’s done, you just want to set up annoyance on your target and laughter on the friend. The difference is that you’re aiming for near constant kino for your target. My style won’t work for everyone, so I’m not going to outline everything just so someone can bomb doing it. Find your frame, stick to your frame.
I would ask the brunette to get a napkin for my beer (because I “really shouldn’t ruin the finish on the table”). There plenty of friendly requests that you could do that would give you a moment alone. If they stick close regardless then politely excuse yourself, make as if you’re talking to another friend you “just happened to see” at the bar, then approach the blonde directly and N-close when she’s alone. Chances are that a SNL may not happen if you can’t isolate. You could get lucky and extract both.
Good insights…. On this
“The likelihood of actually waiting for someone is small and such a statement would be a shit-test anyway.”
Assume it is a shit test, what do you do to pass it?
@Sentient
For this shit test, a pause, then a dismissive one word answer. “Sure.”
All this is more or less true from my perspective of late 50s. But from what I see in some of my elders is that when you get into your 80s or so, your tolerance for risk goes higher again. Mainly because you don’t give a f*ck whether you live or die. Hell, I’m getting close to that myself.
Tongkat Ali is worth trying just for the orgasms. Even a bit of…executive relief…resulted in intense toe-curling mind-blowing fun times.
Whether or not it affects T, I don’t know.
Whoa,dude I am sold
I simply don’t have passion anymore as the jibber jabber of women gives me brain cancer and their bodies aren’t enough to motivate me to do any game anymore.
My T is probably very low, as I barely have any desire left after several bad lays that failed to put in the effort to make me cum, however I work out daily, don’t jerk off and I haven’t gained any fat.
CH, you forgot instagram. #6 killer of game
Egos so huge it could feed a sizable African village.
Hold your fire, keep it burning bright.