Have you ever banged a woman you thought was impossibly hot, too hot for a mere peasant boy like yourself? Chances are, you haven’t. Most men don’t reach for the ass ring. Fear — and sometimes experience — cultivates an exquisite sense for one’s sexual rank, and an avoidance mentality that preempts rejection by sultry specimens thought to be “out of one’s league”.
But most men are not all men. A few warriors of the whiskered wound have banged out of their league, and lived to tell of the tail. Men with game will occasionally, maybe even often, bang women considered by the general population to be too beautiful for them. Other men will luck into an amazing fling with a superb hottie. Usually, some combination of fortuitous circumstance and seduction skill is the backdrop to a stunning mismatch between a regular guy and a boner fried bombshell.
In before the trick-less trolls and baffled haters hijack the substance of this post to nasalize their belief that men’s sexual value is judged by the same looks metric as women’s sexual value, let it be hammered into their blocklike skulls (again) that women judge a man’s mate worthiness by many measures, not least of which is his social value and his seductive savviness. So when we say that a man is shooting “out of his league”, we don’t necessarily mean the spectacle of a very ugly man with a beautiful woman (though it could mean that). We could also mean a man who compares favorably in the looks department with the woman he is dating, but who falls short in other equally important criteria. A good-looking but socially awkward nerd with a hottie is one such mismatch that strikes a discordant note on observers’ pattern-recognition tuning forks.
With that anti-hater disclaimer out of the way, we can move on to the meat and potatoes. Kai Peter Chang, a self-professed informal dating coach and boffer of beautiful babies, describes his experience dating what he figured (that’s the important qualifier) was a woman way out of his league.
Have you ever had the experience of getting a taste of a life light-years above your social class/station?
Perhaps it’s being a guest at an extravagant $200,000 wedding thrown by a distant relative you barely know. All you can do is marvel at the gorgeous decor and decadent food you can never afford on your own.
Perhaps it’s a wealthy uncle/friend-of-a-friend who inexplicably allowed you take his $120,000 sports car for a spin around the neighborhood. All you can do is pray you don’t crash the car, or pop the clutch and embarrass yourself.
Perhaps you were summoned to an urgent work meeting that requires your presence thousands of miles away, and your employer authorized you to fly on the company jet (ordinarily reserved for its top executives). All you can do is fantasize about the day you’re powerful/rich enough to use a private jet for all your travel.
TL;DR: it’s like that – but involving the deepest part of sexuality and romance.
[A] number of years ago, I dated someone substantially “out of my league” for almost a year.
Her: a former Miss Hong Kong pageant gal, B-list actress/model/TVB television personality. In her prime, she was courted and pursued by the super-Alpha kings of Hong Kong: A-list movie stars, million-record-selling musicians, property tycoons, CEOs and power brokers at the apex of Hong Kong society.
Me: At the time, a Mergers & Acquisitions Analyst at an investment-banking firm – an easily-replacable cog in a financial behemoth, four years her junior. During that period, I commanded a low five-digit net worth, and no status to speak of. A nobody.
She told me afterward that she gave me her number because she was amused by the fact that I clearly didn’t recognize her; in Hong Kong, the only strangers who approach her are autograph-seekers and those who want to pose with her for a photo and I was utterly oblivious to her stature when I was flirting with her.
Nice neg.
It is also helpful to note that during this time, I was at still in first blush of youth – a few years out of college, filled with brazen and unrealistic cocky ambition of what I can accomplish, arrogant to the point of delusion, and impervious to feedback/advice.
I was also insecure as hell, and in complete denial about it.
With all that backdrop, the question was how did it feel as the “lesser” partner?
It was flattering, thrilling and unnerving all at once.
The more beautiful women you bed, the less unnerving (and thrilling, sadly) it becomes. You start to internalize the belief that you deserve them. This is the asshole’s secret of success.
Dating far above my station gave me a glimpse of the life that exists at a completely different strata of society. Growing up a son of broke-ass immigrant parents and attending public schools my entire life surrounded by others of modest immigrant socioeconomic background, the first thing that stood out was her nearly-unlimited access to favors and accouterments of her elevated station.
When you socialize with people who own spare yachts, faraway luxury properties and infrequently-used personal jets, you can cobble together an impromptu exotic vacation with a few phone calls. It will end up costing you little more than the price of a full tank of jet/yacht fuel and the promise of reciprocity of access to your own toys/properties at some unspecified future date.
I, of course, had nothing to offer in these types of trades – and that knowledge was a source of gnawing insecurity; while I was stupidly confident that I was just a few years/career moves away from joining the company of Hong Kong aristocracy on my own, my immediate financial circumstances were far more modest and I flew Coach to visit her, while she flew First Class or via private jet to rendezvous with me.
If you doubt your worth to a woman, she will feel compelled to agree with you. If you don’t doubt, neither will she.
The clandestine nature of our relationship (officially, she was the spoken-for consort of a powerful Hong Kong property tycoon two decades her senior and her lifestyle was bankrolled by his largesse) added a further element of illicit excitement; it was thrilling to be checking into hotels under fake names, arriving to locations at staggered times to avoid being seen together in public.
The sneaky fucker MO. It’s exciting because you know you’re getting something for free (outstanding pussy), that other men have to pay for in yachts and high society access.
In retrospect, I now understand what she meant when, right before the first time we slept together, she whispered in my ear “Please don’t fall in love with me.”
She was wiser and more pragmatic than I; she knew, better than I did at the time, the ephemeral nature of our doomed fling.
After several months of our relationship – which consisted writing letters to each other (she has a gorgeous, calligraphic handwriting and a wry playful prose that was a delight to read) and time-zone-spanning international phone calls, interspersed with week-long face-to-face rendezvous where we exhausted ourselves in hotel rooms in various locations along the Pacific rim, she tearfully confessed “Do you remember what I said to you that first night? I’m having a hard time following my own advice.”
It was as close as she could get to tell me she loved me, but it was clear that whatever we had would end someday.
Better to have loved a hottie and lost her, than to love a fug and keep her.
No doubt losing a pathway to high grade pussy is a blow to a man’s pleasure center, if not also his ego. But it was more dangerous for her to fall in love, because the nature of woman doesn’t allow for shared love between disparate men who offer her competing comforts beyond the wildest dreams of the average representative of her sex. She risked discovery, and the concomitant loss of feminine prestige and resources from her richer suitors. Truly beautiful women possess a degree of pragmatism that those who have little to lose can barely comprehend. Although if your charm is mesmerizing and your confidence imperturbable her love can bond her so tightly even the baubles of princes won’t steal her from your embrace.
I read this a few days ago.
I had a hard time buying his shtick.
[CH: if you don’t believe him, there are a whole bunch of other similar stories from different men describing their time with women “out of their league” at the link provided. just click on the thread title at the top to get to them. are they all lying? maybe, but it’d be a strange coincidence. most likely, at least some of their stories, and parts of their stories, are true.]
There’s something about it all that triggers the reaction that listening to him, and taking advice would be foolish.
Men would do better to obeytheir natural male instincts than
beta-down in the face of the ultipoon. Here’s a ’70s song by Eric Clapton that essentially boils down the beta male crybabyness of the last 40 years.
“Bell bottom blues, you made me cry
I don’t wanna lose this feelin’
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms
Do you wanna see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you wanna hear me beg you to take me back?
I’d gladly do it because
I don’t wanna fade away
Give me one more day, please
I don’t wanna fade away
In your heart I wanna stay
It’s all wrong, but it’s all right
The way that you treat me baby, ooh
Once I was strong but I lost the fight
You won’t find a better loser
Do you wanna see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you wanna hear me beg you to take me back?
I’d gladly do it because…” Gayest thing ever, right?
here’s a better song for the betas gammas deltas et al
Tend tend tend,
Tend to your trodden lives,
While I I I
Poke you between the eyes;
I can smell smell smell,
Smell you from here
‘Cause your pants pants pants
Are stained with fear.
holy shit
that’s painful.
What are the tells? What seems implausible to you? I don’t see anything disingenuous about it at all.
A hard 10 going out with a man who clearly believed her to be out of his league. Sound plausible, Matt?
“It was flattering, thrilling and unnerving all at once.”
His whole story sounds like he’s still in awe of what happened. Maybe parts of it are true, but parts of it I do have a very hard time believing. The man, after all, still pedestalizes the hell out of his “date”.
And yet…
“she tearfully confessed “Do you remember what I said to you that first night? I’m having a hard time following my own advice.””
He didn’t put her on a pedestal; quite the opposite, it seems to me. It’s the world that put her on a pedestal.
And his middle-age characterizations and reminiscences of his younger self say nothing about his brash don’t-give-a-fuck attitude of his early 20s that scored her in the first place.
To those who have knocked any girl off any size pedestal (and not just the vertiginous one Miss Gook 1994 tap danced on long ago), it sounds like a true-to-life account.
What I don’t understand is why he went along with the faux-romantic girly fatalism that conjured up the so-called “ephemeral nature of our doomed fling.” She would never be as beautiful as she was then, i.e., it was all downhill from there. He had already accomplished the hard part. He could have been her permanent release valve from the superficiality/stress of her diminishing status and the expectations thereof.
I think that may be the place where he isn’t giving us the whole story.
Matt
Hi Matt King.
OP here.
In retrospect, here was where I blew it.
I was stupidly cocky/naively in love (take your pick) enough to believe that she would leave her nine-digit-net-worth benefactor for me, if I could just get close to her.
Knowing what I know now, I would have done precisely what you outlined -continue to tap outstanding ‘tang completely outside my socioeconomic bracket and keeping it on the down-low while she continued to take this guy’s money and spend it on me.
Ironically, my stupid confidence (which won her affections) also doomed our relationship because I wasn’t pragmatic enough to understand the limitations of our fling.
I was stupidly cocky/naively in love (take your pick) enough to believe that she would leave her nine-digit-net-worth benefactor for me, if I could just get close to her.
Exactly. You turned into a beta.
When she made that remark about finding it difficult to follow her own advice, that was where she was most into you. If you had kept your previous behavior, she would have decided that rich old dudes with no game ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, and would have decided to marry you.
Your month in France and your FB chatting with her were when you turned into a beta and when she decided to go back to being a Hollywood-type jetsetting glamour girl.
Heartiste: “Better to have loved a hottie and lost her, than to love a fug and keep her.”
Not if the hottie gave you zero children, whereas fug gives you six or eight or ten children.
And remains loyal to you through thick and thin.
In good times and in bad.
***************
kai ching: “Do you remember what I said to you that first night? I’m having a hard time following my own advice. It was as close as she could get to tell me she loved me…”
kai ching: “I was stupidly cocky/naively in love (take your pick) enough to believe that she would leave her nine-digit-net-worth benefactor for me, if I could just get close to her. ”
You do understand what you’re saying here, right?
You’re saying that, at the end of the day, when all was said and done, the bitch was just another cheap filthy stinking whore.
A PROSTITUTE.
A woman who threw away true love in exchange for nothing more than mere MONEY.
Lucre. Shekels. Thirty pieces of silver for her immortal soul.
Thank your lucky stars to be rid of her.
Thank your lucky stars.
Now go find yourself a woman who DESERVES to be the mother of your children.
Not some filthy stinking God-damned whore who’s just biding her time before she sticks a knife in your back.
Ironically, my stupid confidence (which won her affections) also doomed our relationship because I wasn’t pragmatic enough to understand the limitations of our fling.
Youth is wasted on the young. The sweet idiocy of romanticism. It makes a fool out of everyone involved, but no man is complete without having been wrung through it.
Even though you snatch a few fleeting memories, the attempt to turn those sublime but “ephemeral” moments into a permanent, constantly self-replenishing feature in a relationship creates conflict and drama, which is exhilarating at first but must turn perplexing, bitter, harrowing, and finally exhausting.
My hard-won understanding of romanticism is epitomized in Dover Beach” by Matthew Arnold“: the world is succumbing to falseness, so (at least) “let us be true / To one another.” Enter into the romance fully conscious that it cannot possibly end well like in the movies.
Great that you can follow up on CH’s presentation with added detail. Welcome.
Matt
“Warden of Oakland” = still cocky. Love this guy. When it’s time for angel advice, I’m calling you for help with my first pitch.
Not all of those stories may be lies.
Just this one I suspect.
The problem I had was the beta claiming a used up older woman was supposed to be out of a player’s league
http://images.lolstream.com/assets/media_show/730__26b39d3bb54f5551eb7197b883c8ab4a.jpg
That’s the best you can do?
You’re convincing me of what I already felt, dude.
Is this your best attempt at a neg? Expertly played! I’m sure you’ve bedded plenty of women using these tactics.
I guess it’s my cue to try and appease/impress you. Sorry, I’m kind of new at this. What must I do to prove myself to you, RP?
It’s believable what happened but you behave now like you’d like to still have her even in her forties, after she failed to love you when she was young, and the fact she had a sugar daddy and dared to tell you about this should have ruined her immediately in your eyes even back then.
I speak from the sugar daddy POV. Even small amounts of dough can get non-deflowered dates and variety. It can always get low-count. And it’s always temporary from the man’s POV. This blog does a disservice to older men with means by not recognizing that there’s an entire panoply of game behavior that has to be used when there’s simply too big an age difference for the woman to date the guy where money isn’t involved. A beta sugar daddy will end up paying just to accompany the young woman shopping.
A proper SD will find his sugar babies begging to see him after a few months where he’s thinking more about finding a new one. The SD must always keep the upper hand. This Hong Kong woman’s SD was also clearly beta for allowing your fling to happen. You were beta for being with her more than a few times considering what she was and it was completely inappropriate that you got feelings for a whore. What was up with that?
My former friends with benefits are mostly married now. Their husbands know nothing about the wife’s past. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. Secrets must go to the grave. After all, I could never marry a woman who had been my own sugar baby. They disqualify themselves when they take the money. The fact that this woman revealed the truth to you shows she’s a feminist or sick, but I repeat myself. If she respected you and herself, she’d keep the part about the SD a secret. A woman has to take that kind of information to the grave.
I’m bored of this blog always taking the perspective of the broke young dude when there’s a real readership potential of older guys who want to know better how to deal with girls who feel entitled to young low status guys their own age while also wanting to date older guys for cash.
Advice for any potential SD looking to date a 10 more than twenty years younger, would be
always remember that, if she’s with you because she wants a particular sum of money, YOU are the one with the power, no matter if she’s a 10 and no matter how big the looks difference is. There’s nothing that causes a woman to disrespect a man more than if he’s the sugar daddy but he’s fawning after her anyway.
Make sure she knows that. Never give her money without getting something substantial in return. The minimum should be a deep kiss. Eating with you at a restaurant should get her nothing but the meal. Taxi fare home from the first two dates is also OK to give without getting something substantial in return as long as it’s trending that way. But your pockets have to be zipped otherwise unless you’re getting concrete results. Never part with more than a few hundred at a time at the most and always lower the price again and again. The most you should ever give is near the beginning to get past ASD/LMR.
He’s shit testing you
Stawp posting.
Can an otherwise average guy with great game land a 10? Definitely.
Did it happen to this guy? Probably not.
I also had a similar four month fling with a woman who was as close to a ten as they come. She was taller than me and previously engaged three times to very rich men. I met her two months before she was moving to Paris, and it was the most wild and sex-fueled four months I’ve ever had.
She was the only woman who had better game than me, but she was wicked smart and taught me so much about the female personality. Every woman since her has fallen in love as a result of everything I learned from her and CH.
This shit is real boys
So that there’s no claims of BS, I spent the third month in France with her (bad move) and a month after that in lame FB messaging while I’m sure she was getting banged by her “friends”. My nickname for her to my friends is “The Dragon Lady”
These stories only prove that 10s tend to date sugar daddies which means that sugar daddies, if they’re getting anything real and ahead of the younger guys, cannot be called beta by definition.
OP here.
I put my name out there, consistent across all social media accounts and half a dozen of my close friends from back then (and my aunt when we traveled through Taiwan) have met her through me. But perhaps it’s all a giant ruse and some elaborate scam/con.
The anonymous guy with the RP can’t believe.
Damn, that just about breaks my heart.
Funny how bothered you are when you don’t get my anonymous approval.
Most people here are anonymous for that matter.
Coincidentally, you’ve never be around before this thread.
If you don’t believe the story, why do you believe that this commenter is who he says he is, and not a sockpuppet?
The first thing you have to ask about apparent fabulism is, what’s in it for the fabulist to do the hard work of detail and consistency? Even great novelists have trouble keeping fictional stories less elaborate than this one straight.
From the evidence so far, I see no corroborating signs of pathological lying.
Now add the fact that his is such a plausible circumstance that it’s nearly unremarkable for an irrationally confident young man to pull off.
It’s all right if our first instincts fail us, but don’t cling to a sinking buoy. We are trolled all the time, skepticism should be our default mode. And in that mode, sometimes they fool us by our own credulity, sometimes we fool ourselves through hypervigilance. It happens to the best of us.
Matt
“He hasn’t been in our clubhouse long enough!”
Sorry, bub. Was busy enjoying the company of lovely women, excellent food and fast cars, when I should have been in your group therapy session this whole time.
And since I know for a fact what happened with me and my paramour, the increasingly shrill shrieks of “faaake!” are high entertainment.
Long-time lurker, only posting when a CH update explicitly talking about me. Fascinating that some would consider long-term tenure of wanking on comment section of a pickup blog as a point of pride.
RP seems to be the hipster of CH. “I was here before it was cool. Oh, that story? I read it like waaay before all of you back when it was obscure.”
A paramour is a male lover.
You’re right Matt.
It might stand to reason that what he says actually happened. There still lingers some suspicion in my mind, but at the end of the day, it is quite naturally none of my business.
The lesson to be learned, as always, is delusional self confidence always works.
As far as Chang is concerned, I had fun wasting his time. He did keep it all quite elaborately consistent, I agree.
“RP seems to be the hipster of CH. “I was here before it was cool. Oh, that story? I read it like waaay before all of you back when it was obscure.””
You’re still obscure.
Fuck off faggot.
Ask your Mommy who helped create you.
I’m not proud of having done that, btw. It was pity fuck, you see.
The only thing that confuses me is how he talks about his delusional confidence while at the same time being insecure as hell.
It’s inconsistent alright.
Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Just means there’s no learning to be had.
This apparent inconsistency is most likely caused by the time-gap between when this happened (in his youth) and when he is writing it up. Time distorts, and I’m sure at the time he had a different line of thinking than how he remembers.
People who are deep-down insecure who compensate by externally acting delusionally overconfident is a new thing to you?
Huh.
I guess you never heard of Johnny Galecki dating Kaley Cuoco nor Kelli Garner. Do a google search on all three of them. Men dating out of their league are rare like Johnny Galecki, but it does happen, and he’s done it at least twice.
Jakey over at cedonulli had a great relevant post to this recently, talking about what real game means.
Digging in, while you’re young, working to build your social status, bed girls you can get, never settle for marriage and shitty 9-5 jobs, never cashing in your chips.
Trading up, as you gain social value, as you get older, going for hotter, younger chicks, who start to be more accessible as you’re more mature, sly, charming, and ladden with shiny assets.
That, along with this, strikes a chord. Chicks are pragmatic, and MEN ARE NOT. We fall for the jealousy the 28 year old slut instills in us, when she’s suddenly ready to settle, and slap a ring on it. If we stayed cool instead, realized that our value is a long term opportunity (in other words, play the equivalent game of a hot chick), men could have all the same spoils – just a bit later in life.
Original post, credit where it’s due: http://cedonulli.com/and-what-really-is-game/
Chicks are pragmatic, and MEN ARE NOT.
Another way of looking at it: women are less romantic than men. They’re more practical. Which also means that men should never, ever apologize for being like that too.
Despite what ‘society’ tells us. That’s the real player, who makes it past all that nonsense (or reads enough of the Chateau).
Just watched The Good The Bad and The Ugly (why the fuck does that shit have to be three hours long?!). Clint Eastwood face. That’s what’s to imagine, when the feminists talk. That eyes-in-the-distance, not present, snarly, smirky, unaffected face, probably thinking about the chicks’ daughter turning 18.
Most dudes fizzle out after banging some whores. No legs, them young ‘uns. Marriage, fat wife, game over.
“Another way of looking at it: women are less romantic than men. They’re more practical. ”
At some point, it’s probably best to accept that you can’t really love men the way they love you. You can admire them or pine for them even, but love them?
I’ll let you know if some fellow manages to demonstrate that I am capable of it.
No one cares, you dumb little cooze.
And I mean that in the nicest way possible.
Yeah, let’s talk about what matters. Re- Heartiste’s recent tweet-
“Somersaulting is something you used to do effortlessly as a little kid that’s kind of painful to do as an adult. ”
I am picturing how you looked when you came to this conclusion. Please, tell us more.
Go haunt Reddit.
I was almost tempted to ask someone to translate this latest post of hers for me.
“Somersaulting is something you used to do effortlessly as a little kid that’s kind of painful to do as an adult. ”
It definitely is random, but I still thought it was kinda cool.
Corvinus, I wasn’t knocking it. My love for heartiste is such that a story that implies he ended up on his knees on the ground with his head lower than his rear and in pain- well that is a story that make me smile in my heart a little.
[CH: vulnerability game. a little goes a long way.]
We all want to kiss it better.
In other words, skydiving and worrying that you have to take a shit.
I’ll let you know if some fellow manages to demonstrate that I am capable of it.
The sooner you get rid of your married boyfriend the sooner you’ll get a chance to find out.
Who can you love? What makes you love them?
nice one sire
“At some point, it’s probably best to accept that you can’t really love men the way they love you.”
explain
“At some point, it’s probably best to accept that you can’t really love men the way they love you. You can admire them or pine for them even, but love them?”
You’re just talking about yourself here, right? Because personally I can love a man, and I’ve done it. As for not loving them the way they love us… to me that’s an obvious conclusion given the differences in the sexes and I’m not sure why it even matters, as long as each is getting his/her needs met.
What she means is: she never met anything that is > omega
True love has a constant undercurrent of mild euphoria as well as a sense of peace in one another’s presence. Nor does it diminish with time. It’s not common but it exists.
Women love romance because they are the beneficiaries of romance and it gets their hamster spinning.
“I commanded a low five-digit net worth, and no status to speak of. A nobody.”
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Are you a white man?
Well God damnit, why don’t you fucking act like one?
What a waste of good white skin.
(((shakin my head)))
No, he’s Asian.
Reading comprehension… it’s what’s for breakfast! Though, and Asian guy in Hong Kong for all intents and purposes is a white guy.
oops, my bad.
I don’t know why I had that reaction.
> “Asian guy in Hong Kong”
Have you guys been following this story?
Man sues ex-wife over ugly children and wins: Daughter’s looks ‘horrified’ him
http://www.examiner.com/article/man-sues-ex-wife-over-ugly-children-and-wins-daughter-s-looks-horrified-him
…He accused her of having an affair because the child did not look like him or his wife. When the DNA tests came back naming Feng the father of the girl, the wife came clean.
Apparently the kids look like his wife, but before she had $100,000 worth of plastic surgery in South Korea before the couple ever met. It is obvious that looks are important to the couple, who look like the Chinese version of a Barbie and Ken doll. The wife spent a small fortune to look like she does today.
The husband took his now ex-wife back to court to sue her for giving him three ugly kids. He sued her on the grounds of false-pretenses and won. The judge ruled that the wife never told Feng about the procedures “duping him into thinking she was beautiful.” The judge order the ex-wife to pay Feng $120,000…
It’s a hoax-
http://www.examiner.com/article/man-sues-ex-wife-over-ugly-children-and-wins-the-real-story-of-this-aged-tale
HOAX!
This item about a Chinese man named Jian Feng who supposedly sued his wife for bearing him ugly children has been kicking around the Internet since at least 2004.
http://www.snopes.com/media/notnews/uglybaby.asp#Zb7tHb7IMEkDTBT6.99
Not only can you usually tell when a person has had “work done”; but family members and old pictures are a dead give away.
Still a pretty good piece of click bait given our increasingly brain dead population.
“warriors of the whiskered wound” destroyed me. thanks for laugh.
time to get workin on baggin a legit stunner.
http://www.boredpanda.org/a-17-year-old-russian-powerlifter-with-a-doll-like-face/
What league would you put her in? And would you bang?
She had me when I saw the Dual-Swazi necklace.
Face’s cute enough, but those arms, yuck.
Just once is fine.
I rate her below whatever it takes for someone to excite a man to get into a relationship with.
Not without backup and a safe word.
At least she’s not fat (and less likely to become so in the future than most broads), and the waist-to-hip ratio is good. So yes, as long as she doesn’t roid up.
There is no way a girl looks like that without roids.
Alas, my thought as well.
Remember, this is Russia, known for male weightlifting champions. It really could be her genes.
She beats the pants off the usual gaggle of dumb belles and bar belles you PUA clowns chase.
She could beat the pants off smart belles and DAR belles for that matter. And beat shirts off too come to think of it. And mascara off as well for good measure. And all of that’s all just warm up so she can beat the garments off all y’all dudes in the next round.
Alas, with this addendum, of my innumerable jests fallen flat, this one plummeted furthest.
It’s okay, ese… she’s foreign and female.
National Football.
Sure.
lol, great minds…
I have the weirdest woodrow right now.
id put her in the penis envy league. and thats a turn off, so… how drunk am i?
I put her about two notches above banging Buck Angel.
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MjPTvAOhESE/TxXPyN3PI4I/AAAAAAAAGTM/O0Ej6gD0EYw/s640/Buck+Angel3.jpg
Lawd, I hate you.
NOT what you want to see when you wake up with a hangover. I want to pluck out my eyeballs.
I read the wikipedia article and I’m still not sure what sex that freak belongs to.
I can’t unsee that.
I’d like to fight her first. I’m serious just a knock down drag out fisticuffs session followed by some submission hold wrestling. Though I’m guessing, if she won, which she very well may I’d end up being the “peg” which I’m just NOT ok with at all.
More realistically— I’d never bang a chick with wider lats than mine. Period. If you are down w/ the homo-eroticism who am I to judge? But not for me…
The lats are kind of tough to look past. But when she’s not flexing they probably aren’t that bad.
Still would though. I hear she’s also a keagal heavyweight.
Heh, heh… a Red snapper.
she’s white enough for me.
Would bang.
Awfully white of you.
Greg, do you know of a good website that discusses the “nephalim” and that other biblical stuff you were discussing with Matt on the other thread?
Im too ignorant to determine when Im on a National Enquirer site and when I find the real thing.
Thanks in advance.
Unless you haven’t been in a gym…a guy who has some muscles could still handle her easily.
Now if you are a manboobed feminist…she would be the dream girl. Not only would you submit to her mentally…but also physically.
probably the national football league, but to answer the important question. would bang, but only during a non bulking or cutting phase and with ample evidence of xx chromosones.
If I was a repressed homosexual struggling with my sexuality, maybe.
pure drivel, way to turn one rice paddy into your own disney princess fairytale bro
If you are banging with her you are not out of her league. She is in or under your league. Men can slum it; woman don’t, unless she is paid.
This is what I have been saying.
That’s what’s so great about being a man. You can fake status and charisma, you can’t fake beauty.
http://www.examiner.com/article/chinese-man-sues-his-wife-over-their-horrifyingly-ugly-child-and-wins
Hoax.
It can be like this for a chick too, even though this sort of thing happens all the time to women. When I was 19, I had this 10 dollar an hour internship to help with a conference. This was menial stuff. I helped put name tags in plastic badge holders and I passed out flyers.
There was a major celebrity who attended as a keynote speaker. I saw him enter the hall, caught a glance of him. When he left I tried to get an autograph a couple of times, but the line was always too long and I was supposed to be doing stuff, so I couldn’t.
I later went back to a coat room and saw the celebrity picking up something. He said “hey, I saw you trying to wait in line before. Did you want an autograph?” So, he took out a book he was reading and gave it to me as a present and signed it and put a giant heart around my name. He said I could see him later if I wanted. He was like 65 at the time. The situation completely surprised me at the time because I could quickly tell that he was actually glad to talk to me.
In retrospect, what is surprising about any 65 yr old man asking out a 19 yr old? He was going to be in town for a night or two, so why not nab some random teenager while in town for a day? But at the time, this was news to me. Not like I was the hottest girl on campus or something. I was just some 19 yr old with some mundane internship. Yet, even after a guy gets world famous and has millions of dollars and has been that way for decades, he still can be perfectly excited to talk to some admiring teenage girl.
U don’t understand men, he wasn’t excited to talk to u and he probably orchestrated the coatroom thing to meet you in private because he couldn’t pick u up in public.
women, when it comes to beta males you connive like no other, but you’ll forgive the world’s transgressions for an alpha male
He was excited because he thought he was going to get to fuck you. End of story. That’s the only reaction that makes any sense, based on the two-second glance he had of you. Plain girl, young, impressionable, easy to fuck.
Get thee to a nunnery!
I was just some 19 yr old with some mundane internship. Yet, even after a guy gets world famous and has millions of dollars and has been that way for decades, he still can be perfectly excited to talk to some admiring teenage girl.
Good example of sexual market values lining up. But only one sex knows what it is doing because of age and experience. And whatever dings he had for being on the ancient side were made up for by his fame, whereas whatever minuses you had for being “just some” anonymous average girl were made up for being a “19 yr old.”
The power differential brought about by the experience gap is a massive turn-on (for both sexes). Which is why feminists attempt to shame it with such alacrity. Which is also why young women with no knowledge or conception of the depth of their sexual power (i.e., no father, no training) are highly-prized sitting ducks. They have no idea what just a little old-fashioned demurral can win them. Well, they have some idea naturally, but the very women who claim to help them — the feminists — connive to deny that power from their prettier younger sisters. Such is the extent of the ugly ones’ envious rage.
Matt
correct
The thrill isn’t just about the outstanding pussy–to a large extent pussy is just pussy–but what you imagine the other jealous bastards are thinking.
My last serious gf was easily a 9.5. A stacked California beach blonde 12 years my junior. A knock-out. She got attention everywhere we went. She used to tell me stories about guys hitting on her when I wasn’t around and their lame pick-up attempts.
For some reason this pleased me.
But… how many of those guys did she actually suck off too that you were NOT told about. Hence, the duality of trying to “hold” a 9+ to any realistic metric.
I don’t give a fuck.
The kind of mindset that would lead one even to entertain such notions is detrimental to success with the hotties.
Plus, I was banging other chicks while we were together.
Not as many as you’d think. Never underestimate the stupidity of rich betas.
Yes. These guys are always thinking the worst.
And then they wonder why they don’t have more success.
You see some of the haters on this thread. It’s hilarious.
“Faaaaake!” they cry, before returning to their porn.
Stolen bread sometimes is the sweetest tasting bread. And the fact that it was stolen from the tables of the apex Alphas? Even sweeter still.
I believe your story. Women like that are almost always starved for affection at a basic level. I also think you could have kept it going much longer if you had simply remained emotionally detached. Now you know. Better luck next time.
OP here.
Precisely. The fact that other men who made the brutally difficult climb to the top of Hong Kong society (partially to access women like her) got denied, and I, the interloper with nearly no net worth and no status to speak of, snuck ahead in line and got a taste of that good life on the sly.
Well done. Love it.
I suppose chaps without experience with beautiful women find your story hard to comprehend. Hence the attempted take-downs.
Be bold and don’t give a fuck.
Coming on to a site where he was never seen before sounds like not giving a fuck.
Gamma much?
“I’ve been going to this group therapy group and wanking on forums for YEARS. I’ve got STATUS here, damn it! How dare this interloper suddenly show up and start commenting only when a post talking explicitly about him!”
You know, you’re quite the charmer chang.
Dude, if all you say is true, you had a mere month or three with some girl some years ago.
And you think that makes you comparable to those men who gag bitches like your hottie every day of the week?
‘mere month or three’
lol
You’re just jealous bro.
I die a little inside when our own kind resort to Cathedral litany… sigh.
Do you even lift, brah?
Droll… that’s the red-pill version of Chatedral (sic
) litany
“Dude, if all you say is true, you had a mere month or three with some girl some years ago.”
The – I don’t believe it in a million billion years but if it is true who cares – is fem-logic 101.
It should please you.
The gamma boys calling BS on this crack me up. I realize that not everyone has had an opportunity to experience this, but it most certainly happens in the real world. 6 billion+ people. Experienced this once myself, it was eye opening how the doors open for the genetically blessed women.
Your instinctive reaction to this shows that you still have some bitter aftertaste in your mouths from swallowing the red pill.
How charming.
Your projections relating to bitter aftertaste are revealing too. Do tell.
The bitter aftertaste comes to anyone inculcated in the blue pill version of truth by parents, school, church, friends, and society. Who then breaks free by swallowing the red pill at some point later in life, either on their own, by stumbling on the manosphere, or some combination thereof.
It is the taste of realizing that the things you did in the past which you thought were flukes of luck, or missed opportunities to actualize other chances at high level women, were not flukes, and were real opportunities. Which were not fully enjoyed because of fear of losing the women you thought was above your ability interfered with that enjoyment.
The bitter taste fades quickly for some, slowly or never for others. It depends on what you do with the truth. Stew in the past or use the new insights to enjoy the present and future.
Cool story bro.
A dried out meme is the last refuge of the scandalized.
Dick measuring is the last refuge of those who never got to use it in more than one way.
Snarking and crying “FAAAKE” is the most gratification that folks like RP can muster.
Why should we deny him that small pleasure, when the world has already denied him so much (as evidenced by his incessant postings on a pickup forum)?
Burning and crying “OP here” is the most validation folks like chang will receive.
Why deny him that small victory dance, when the world has already denied him so much that he has to “self-proclaim” being good with women?
How many fucking posts are you going to make in this thread? Seriously.
^^^— The butt hurt is strong in this one.
Family-wise, I married up… does that count?
Of course, my naturally aristocratic mien carried the day back then…
Still does.
So pinnacle female beauty is a palace and prison at the same time.
Never thought of it that way. I suppose it would be like renouncing an inheritance to ever close one’s options.
That’s a fair assessment. As a girl, your physical appearance comes into play in a whole lot of ways you sometimes rather it wouldn’t. If you’re pretty, you’re usually not taken seriously, and so, even when you are, you’re constantly worried about whether something’s only happening because a man in the equation wants to fuck you (or an older, uglier woman wants to fuck you over out of spite). It’s a quality you can leverage to your own advantage, but at the same time, it can be kind of depressing.
Hence a gnawing insecurity in beautiful women that men like them only for their beauty, not who they are. Explains why my ex freaked out when i suggested she so many guys street-aporoached her only because they wanted to bang her. She maintainted it was because she looked “interesting.”
Game takes root in this insecurity.
The realization that you’re only liked for your pussy is horrible. That’s the beginning of female red pill wisdom. Same as it is for guys learning the truth about women.
The realization that you’re only liked for your pussy is horrible.
Never understood that (ahem) rationale from women…
One of the best and most down-to-earth gals I used to… well, entertain… was rather well-endowed.
She once laughingly told me her mom used to warn her about guys liking her “only for her big breasts”, rather than herself (whatever that means).
To which she replied, open-eyed and quizzical:
“Well, THEY’RE me too, right?”
Haha good one
“The realization that you’re only liked for your pussy is horrible. That’s the beginning of female red pill wisdom. Same as it is for guys learning the truth about women.”
Realising men are attracted to women – first and foremost – for their feminine beauty is hardly an earth shattering insight of “FRPW”.
Although realising that this is good and natural may we’ll be.
want to be taken seriously? Do something serious. Become (example) the best welder in your city. You will have created a whole circle of men who value for something other than your looks.
To be respected… you must be respectable.
Definitely. The most important thing is proving your competence, rather than demanding that everyone respect you merely because you’re a woman. But believe me, even then, the issue of pretty never really goes away.
The women who do very well in positions of power are, from what I can tell, the ones who are average or below-average in looks. Maybe that’s selection bias (pretty women get married, ugly one climb the corporate ladder) or not, I don’t know. Something I’ve noticed, though.
Or power makes women look ugly.
Eliezer Ben-Yehuda
want to be taken seriously? Do something serious. Become (example) the best welder in your city.
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Welder?
Nah, become a great singer or dancer; something that allows you to leverage your beauty.
Healthy women don’t want to be taken seriously – they just want to be taken.
If anyone wants a laugh I suggest checking out this article. Beta looks like Gollum, land whale looks like 40 Gollums
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2507072/Paranoid-woman-Debbi-Wood-suffering-Othello-Syndrome-forces-fianc-lie-detector-test.html
dammit man, I just finished dinner!
Two words.
Stockholm Syndrome.
A woman who makes her fiancé take a lie detector test to prove he has been faithful every time he leaves the house has been diagnosed with a rare condition that causes delusional jealousy.
Probably some dimbulb female psychologist who “diagnosed” her. Nobody ever thought that perhaps her 400 lbs just might be a factor.
Miss Wood was living in her native Scotland when a mutual friend introduced her to Mr Wood on Facebook a year later.
There’s a dern good reason Shrek was given a Scottish accent.
disgusting
Just looking at the photos, I don’t believe that’s even my species…
It could be worse. The Scottish blood in my veins facepalms.
When you’re working the top of your league or out of your league, you’ll know it because you’ll feel like you’re “getting away with something”.
True love also feels like that, but without the anxiety.
Golf clap.
Gentlemen, how would you go about dealing with a friend whose jealous of my success with women? I have a friend who tries his luck with all the females i was envolved either ex gfs or my harlem. And when i ask him about it he always say things like “they’re just trying to get between the two of us” or “she misunderstood me”. He’d even call at 2am just to tell me he had sex with a hot chick and how awesome it was.
Well, it was.
haha
It is called a hanger-on. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hanger-on
Which is also the same of that sometimes little mischievious turd that doesn’t want to depart from near your rectum. A “clinger” is another synonym for both.
What does this little turd offer you in friendship? Sounds very one way to me.
You mean like a dingleberry?
Lose the friend
Teach him how to do it, shouldn’t be difficult if you’re that successful.
“Gentlemen, how would you go about dealing with a friend whose jealous of my success with women?”
Perhaps you need to revise your definition of “friend”.
(And “Gentlemen” for that matter lol).
It’s all good until you start having illusions that you can own the woman that’s out of your league.
OP here.
DING DING DING, correct. That was what doomed our relationship. My irrational cockiness (which won her affections) also doomed it because I thought she’d leave her nine-figure-net-worth benefactor for me.
But there is no sweeter taste than the taste of stolen bread, neh?
I don’t think that was it. What doomed it was when you spent the month in France (on her turf, IOW) and chatted with her over FB like a beta tool.
same thing im thinking.
“which consisted writing letters to each other (she has a gorgeous, calligraphic handwriting and a wry playful prose that was a delight to read) and time-zone-spanning international phone calls, interspersed with week-long face-to-face rendezvous where we exhausted ourselves in hotel rooms in various locations along the Pacific rim”
that’s what’s crashed it
I can’t put my penis in your calligraphy.
He should have emailed back and change the font. Or wrote normally on a scrap piece of paper in response.
Bring the movies in ransom note format..
Bring the movies in ransom note format..
Alpha. (Golf clap)
I don’t know why you assumed we ever spent time together in France.
And this was in 1999~2000, well before the advent of Facebook.
Stolen bread? Hell, a slice off an already cut loaf is never missed.
Banging a married woman is the crack cocaine of sex.
Yes, thats the difference.
As a woman you can simply advance to higher tiers with beauty alone.
As a man (lover toy in this OP story) you can be the sneaky fucker, but you will most certainly not get ownership. You have to get to the top first, then you get the top woman. For CH, pussy is all that matters.
[CH: no. love is pretty cool too.]
In my world, children, money and legacy is what matters most.
[children: meh. money: don’t leave home without it. legacy: won’t matter after you’re dead.]
Pussy’s are a nice extra, overvalued only by very young men or the starving.
[there’s no such thing as overvaluing pussy, unless you’re gay.]
“[there’s no such thing as overvaluing pussy, unless you’re gay.]”
hah
Alert the burn unit!
[there’s no such thing as overvaluing pussy, unless you’re gay.]
Oh, come on, man. Even you have to be tired of this rote propaganda by now.
A man who puts pussy in its proper place is not a man who hates pussy. Maybe he even likes it so much he doesn’t want to ruin his access to it by doing the dumbest thing a man can do under the influence of vagina: put it in charge of his life. It is possible to overvalue anything, not just foreskin friction. That’s what the “over-” prefix indicates.
I mean, when are you going to admit to the mere possibility of the ennui that comes with surfeit? We are not all high school kids with ill-timed boners and insatiate blue-balls here. Your de-rigueur sops to Pussilaya sound like a child’s prayers. They stick out like adolescent pimples on the face of your otherwise mature wisdom.
Matt
They have value. They offer a pleasure release in a man…a way to get out for a baby…a way to expel waist.
Although that value is somewhat negated by the fact they are also like drains…taking in everything of value that comes their way and corrupting it.
a way to expel waist.
Oops.
I think you meant to say “a way to impale waist.”
“there’s no such thing as overvaluing pussy, unless you’re gay.”
That’s a logical fallacy on its face.
Overvaluing anything means precisely that, you assign it more value than its worth. Properly valuing something is good.
Example: Properly valuing sex and pursuing it means you’re going to pursue it a lot. Overvaluing sex means you’re going to pursue sex even if it means you have to give up a greater value in order to do so, such as, say, turning down a 2 million dollar a year book deal so that you can score with a 19 year old you met at a party last night who you simply wish to pump and dump. Objectively speaking, you’re pursuing a short term, one time expendable pleasure at the expense of a long term good.
Or for the more concrete inclined people: Properly valuing sex means you love getting a road BJ. Overvaluing sex means that you let the girl climb on your cock directly, blocking your windshield view as you speed down the highway at 80 mph. If you value the sex more than staying alive, you’re overvaluing the sex. According to the statement above, one would then be led to presume that only gay people value staying alive. The truth, I suspect, is otherwise.
So…gotta go with Matt King on this one.
[there’s no such thing as overvaluing pussy, unless you’re gay.]
Hell, the first mistake Man ever made was overvaluing pussy.
Adam wasn’t fooled, but took the apple from Eve anyway… in either fear of getting on her bad side, or maybe thinking that God was spare her if he also disobeyed.
1 Timothy 2:14
And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression.
I got close, one time. I worked like a dog and somehow managed to bumble into the end zone. When I got there I found out I had absolutely no interest in the woman, who turned out to be quite nice, just to make it worse. Furthermore, the self-induced pressure was too much for comfort, so I bailed. Yes, I wussed out.
that was quite the somber, emperor and the assassin level, story of star crossed lovers.
Oh lord:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/harris-oamalley/on-labeling-women-crazy_b_4259779.html
I had a similar experience about 15 years ago with the estranged wife of a very influential tycoon. Ours was also a secret affair. She was stunning. We met through our work. I was dirt poor she was loaded but claimed to be “poor” after her separation, something I doubted and made her take me to dinner at a swanky local Hong Kong club and pay for it.
I didn’t understand game and was a bit naïve then. Also, I couldn’t quite believe she was interested so never took it very seriously. I’d take her to crap places for drinks—which I now realize appealed to her sense of being a “regular person”.
I banged her, we cooked. I think now that she must have figured I was leading her and a bit cool about the whole thing.
I also pulled a dick move standing her up once on Christmas Eve because I got our locations mixed up.
Looking back now, I realize all these things things made me seem aloof, confident, well-liked by my colleagues.
She would later become involved with much more prominent and higher profile people.
I looked back on this and thought….she was “ok.”
I want to live like common people. I want to do whatever common people do. I want to sleep with common people. I want to sleep with common people like you. Well what else could I do – I said I’ll see what I can do.
You can see Kai Chang in this NBC segment
What they have in common is that they are nerds.
Asian nerds.
And they are being instructed by Gareth Jones, a short long-haired hippy.
WTF?!
Joke.
He was teaching my ABCs of Attraction system. For Asian nerds, by Asian nerds!
Sooo…..
what to do when they start talking about future shit. The 7 (altho, with the way that bish gets hit on and her orbiter legion, maybe it’s higher idk) just made an offhand comment the other day about how I’d be a fun dad, and that if something “happened” she would be all right with it. Naturally, externally I kinda laughed but inwardly I froze (I been through too much of this shit already).
on the one hand, I kno I do want to have a lot of little kids one day. and I mean, she’s pretty fetching. However, idk if I’d consider marriage…or even a hardcore commitment at this time. But I also don’t want to let her go….ugh. any delay tactics?
also, was doing good not contacting or talking to she-who-will-not-be-named….until she showed up at my place late at night. wtf.
http://media2.giphy.com/media/IFAhGt0IaVRq8/giphy.gif
…
It’s hard to sever ties with anyone you actually like. I think I’m just gonna go with a ‘you gotta break this off’ party line.
“on the one hand, I kno I do want to have a lot of little kids one day. and I mean, she’s pretty fetching. However, idk if I’d consider marriage…or even a hardcore commitment at this time. But I also don’t want to let her go….ugh. any delay tactics? ”
Try “I really like you and I definitely want a family in the future, but now is the right time yet.”
Seem pretty good to me.
You will continue to have to make these choices, until eventually you decide one of them is one you don’t want to let get away, and you will marry her, and then you’ll be moving closer to the path most of us are on….and I’d like to know if you’re so bubbly when you’re 38 lol. I got laid a lot in my 20s too, before there was a red pill or an internet to give me advice, and why did I get married….decided I didn’t want to lose that one and she’d be a good mother….6 years and divorce rape later, here I am….
As krauser said, or me, you need something to shit on your head for you to wash it out, in other words, wake you up out of the beta dimension
Hahaha, yeah like I said…I gave you my spiel, but if it turns out you are right, I owe you a coke on my 38th birthday.
I’d consider marriage…or even a hardcore commitment at this time. But I also don’t want to let her go….ugh. any delay tactics?
There are no delay tactics. Her womb has been raisining up since she reached the age of 20. Find another one when you’re ready, but if you keep her you are condemning her best mothering years.
Scary, talking about “she-who-will-not-be-named” are you certain this M.C. was not just a quick A?
It’s a classic move chicks like to make in this spot as it both gains them sympathy and absolves all wrong doing.
Victimhood is the default setting for most women. They will always seek it out rather than face the consequences of their own bad decisions.
Would you mind expanding a little more on that sir
Women are often tempted – and even advised – to present the termination of an unwanted pregnancy as a miscarriage.
Anything is possible, but I highly doubt it.
Scray, you scare me buddy. Make sure you are using condoms no matter WHAT these girls are telling you they’re on.
don’t u worry
He was teaching my ABCs of Attraction system. For Asian nerds, by Asian nerds!
Always Bang Caucasians.
Doesn’t need to be taught, it is hard-coded into the DNA of all races as we see by the “idealized” standard of beauty that every single culture on planet Earth picks in study after study.
Bah humbug! Bilateral vertical symmetry is the greatest predictor
[CH: no it’s not. read the archives. lots of studies pointing to other factors for male sexual success. you sound like an ignoramus.]
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2507149/Elina-Desaine-named-Britains-Horniest-Student-degrading-online-competition.html?ICO=most_read_module
check that out, what are your comments?
It’s interesting that these tycoons etc. aren’t alpha pussy slayers but pussy buyers lavishing gifts and trinkets to maintain the affectations of the 9′s & 10′s…is it only a matter of time before they realize their true betaness and institute eunuch guards for these sirens
It’s not surprising, though. They’ve spent so much time gaining status and wealth that they’ve not had the time to acquaint themselves with the treacherous ways of the women.
I have come to the conclusion that truly uber-wealthy tycoons who pay for women but can do so without caring, at all, about the money spent, are indeed another breed of alpha. Putting them down is sour grapes same as putting down “fuzzy hat” PUAs (as I admittedly do). Like, these dudes who can just put an HB9 woman on his huge yacht or helicopter and take her to his fat pad on the water or even one who spends $2,000 in a strip club one night (kind of lame) but does not worry about or miss that $2,000 at all, that’s pretty alpha. Plus these guys are TRUE leaders of men, usually, to have acquired such wealth and power. They can provide protection and resources for women–same as the true alphas from the cave man days.
I don’t think they have the balls like the cave man alphas though, they just study, get a degree and fuck people (paperwork) and get rich. The caveman alphas are worst humans but they have that raw ruggedness.
See, this is the wealth equivalent of butthurt, brother.
Money’s simple. Just like women. There are many ways to get money. Paperwork and fraud aren’t the only two means.
Agreed.
wish he would of went into his game detail a bit. did he follow any of the commandments of poon? did he adhere to the golden ratio, or completely mass text her, did he make his own; then again chinese dating culture is hella weird(different) from western
I followed some of the commandments, and flagrantly violated others. This was 1999/2000 so no texting – it was all phone calls and physical letters we mailed each other.
“What Is It Like To Date A Woman Way Out Of Your League?”
I wouldn’t know. I don’t slum.
Bullshit… No woman is out of my league. It isn’t that I’m that rich, or good looking, or my dick is that big. Women just aren’t all that. Once you realize that, the picture becomes much more clear.
you see the obvious thing is the society, men (and women), put a worth on them and a chain reaction occurs.
but their, women’s, nature is to select the best genes. in other words, select the strong alpha genes. you don’t want a fat, uneducated bloke’s unnecessary, beta like, tortoise genes being passed on. its sort of about purity, cleanliness, beauty and fearless strength
it also increases competition and the winners are usually the alpha
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the hotter ones are easiest. call her cute, then tell her she’s not really your type. tell a woman she can’t join your club and she’ll do anything to get into it.
besides, all 9-10′s get cheated on. so she’s not some mythical creature. i’ve asked more than one girl, “seriously, how do you fuck me?”
get off your ass and approach.
“tell a woman she can’t join your club and she’ll do anything to get into it.”
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Translation: “I don’t do white chicks”
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I remember with my last fling, a tall hot blonde, my friends asked me how I got her, and I honestly didn’t know (I’m a short guy, I’m used to short cute girls, not tall hot blondes). I was too drunk, I just remember leaving the morning bar with her and told her, “you’re coming home with me.”
“No I’m not,” she said but it soon became obvious that she was walking my way, so she said, “I’m not having sex with you.”
“Wait and see,” I said, brought her home and fucked her for six hours.
She said she only went home with me because she was drunk, so I told her, “heh, how could you be drunk? You have to be reasonable to appreciate my charms.” That became an recurring joke for her, which she always brought up when she was stupid and kept coming back to me, “remember I’m reasonable.”
She called my collection of empty vodka bottles my “alter.” I told her, that I only pray to the bottle when it’s still full, afterwards I just pray to my eastern European genes that keeps me alive. After our first night together she left a note with her name and her phone number, but I’m a man of principles so I threw it out.
She started going out three days a week just to meet me in bars and hook up with me (She didn’t go out before, otherwise I would’ve known her already). Then she broke up with me, which was a big surprise because I didn’t know we were together, she was just the beautiful last resort girl. She said had feelings for me and it was too casual for her. She broke up three times. The first time didn’t take, she wanted to fuck me again. The second time I didn’t remember, because I was black out drunk.
No girls are out of my league, I have the charm of a serial killer, so I’m tolled, I may be unemployed and a drunk asshole, I liked her, and she always gives me a big hug when we occasionally meet in a bar or nightclub. It’s really only that she was tall that made her out of my league, but I did like her, oh great blacked out memories.
“After our first night together she left a note with her name and her phone number, but I’m a man of principles so I threw it out. ”
Absolute gold, brother. Props!
I live in small town in Denmark, 20,000 people, it’s a party town though. My no number rule works. Experience has taught me that girls are flaky, even after I fucked them, but if I get her phone number and not call her back, she’ll be wrapped around my little finger when we accidentally meet in a bar or nightclub. That’s the girls mentality today:if you call back you’re needy, but if you don’t you’re cool and they better find your favorite bar to meet you again. Or let’s be romantic: If she’s the one she will find me.
“I’m not having sex with you.”
Custer’s famous last words.
This whole story absolutely reeks of Alpha +1
+1000. THIS is an authentic “average guy with great game gets a 10″ story.
“After our first night together she left a note with her name and her phone number, but I’m a man of principles so I threw it out. ”
Priceless
Tall blondes are great. You can drive a Ferrari or you can walk hand in hand with a tall hot blonde. People ask themselves, “what’s his secret (or what’s wrong with her)?” They only have to see the sun rise the next morning and take a look at my long shadow to see the true size of my ego.
“They only have to see the sun rise the next morning and take a look at my long shadow to see the true size of my ego.”
Lol. I have no trouble believing this girl was haunting the bars trying to find you. None whatsoever.
I just woke up from a nap and I feel vulnerable and shaky before going out (It’s 3 o’clock at night here in Denmark). Oh shit, that only sound tough in my head. My transvestite friends says I have a rough voice like young Tom Waits and my Thai Friend of my Thai ex says I have a very powerful voice. There’s something about “I feel vulnerable,” that people will only understand in real life, being cool on the internet often just seem pathetic.
My father was alpha, I’m just a drunk fucked up version of him. Society needs men like my father, tribal societies need men like me. And now I’ll go out, just out of bed but only insecure enough to become confident while walking towards the bars.
Savors is the better term.
Out of their/your league?
Isn’t one of the very first things taught in the manosphere/pua community that “out of your league” is to be dismissed as the hookum that it is, and that no woman is out of your league unless you personally put here there out of insecurities?
Can’t imagine the mindset and insecurity and weakness necessary to believe any woman is out of my league. I AM the league, baby.
“Isn’t one of the very first things taught in the manosphere/pua community that “out of your league” is to be dismissed as the hookum that it is, and that no woman is out of your league unless you personally put here there out of insecurities?”
Deep down, all have their own self appraised worth on some scale of benchmarking.
A woman’s beauty might not be threatening once you’ve dealt with enough beautiful women. But the knowledge that some charming asshole with Daddy’s yacht might come along and sweep her away always lingers. Unless you stop measuring men’s worth by their possessions and start eluding yourself into believing that you’re literally a demigod, or you throw yourself into the world swapping punches (literal or figurative) with the best of them, this fear won’t go away.
Denying it is denying hypergamy.
@RP
You may wish to talk to the manosphere about that then, as I noted, one of the primary teachings is that no woman is out of your league, and that setting up the notion of a woman out of your league is an act of insecurity.
Some men did come into life swinging fists. Don’t begrudge them their pride. heh
What’s it like?
I tell my brain to shut up about leagues.
I’ll admit it the last para by that guy got me a bit melodramatic, but then you threw in “high grade pussy” which woke me up like bam!
CH, a breath of fresh air after a string of stupid comments.
You can recognize the look of an Alpha Male in any culture. http://stevemccurry.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/india-10210_sf.jpg?w=900&h=600
well its universal isn’t it
I’m guessing subscription to the guy’s upcoming PUA blog/book/CD course will be US$ 9.95/month?
No worries, should be covered by Obamacare version 3.6.
Pursuit of Happiness, etc.
Droll and most droll.
I can more productively make money investing/consulting with startups. Unless the payout is better than my $250/hr bill rate, I’d be losing money devoting any non-recreational energy to such an enterprise.
Hey, chang, the chateau is restricted, so don’t tell ‘em you’re Jewish.
banging a 10 short time >>>>> loving a 5 long time
it’s the guy version of ’5 minutes of alpha’.
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