New information has come to light which provides further support for the theory that Elliot Rodger was the practical equivalent of a male feminist who was pathologically introverted, romantically isolated, and who simply didn’t understand that men and women are psychologically different and require different courtship approaches. A family friend of the Rodger’s understood intuitively what was wrong with Elliot: He needed help meeting girls.
When a student, Elliot Rodger, went on a rampage in California in May, killing six people, one man began wondering if he could have prevented it. Hollywood screenwriter Dale Launer knew Rodger and had tried to help solve his problems with women. […]
Launer: The Elliot portrayed in the manifesto and in the video he made was not the Elliot that I remember.
The person in that video was cocky, arrogant and hateful [ed: only in the end did Elliot become the jerk chicks dig] – the Elliot I knew was a very meek, timid and awkward kid.
I first met him when he was aged eight or nine and I could see then that there was something wrong with him.
I’m not a psychologist, but looking back now he strikes me as someone who was broken from the moment of conception.
It appeared to me that he had an overwhelming lack of confidence but not in a particularly endearing way. Sad, but not endearing. […]
He never raised his voice – he didn’t even seem capable of raising his voice. He didn’t slam doors or pound his fist. I couldn’t imagine him making a fist.
Beta males rarely get into fights. “Have you ever been in a fight?” is a question on the Dating Market Value Test for Men for a reason.
In retrospect, you can point out a few clues, a few cracks to the malevolence percolating underneath but they were overshadowed by someone who seemed incapable of any kind of action.
He did not simmer or seethe. The boldness he showed in that video wasn’t something I ever saw before.
Elliot knew (to himself) he was about to die in that final video. That freedom may have allowed his long-dormant inner alpha to finally come out and play. Or, he could have been hopped up on cocaine or Xanax.
We met a few times and emailed a lot. He seemed convinced that women hated him but he could never tell me why.
It seemed like he would perceive cruelness or hatefulness when in fact, I suspected, he was just being ignored.
This is the developmental process by which woman-hating betas are created.
I remember giving him an assignment once so he could try to establish some kind of dynamic with a woman.
I told him, “When you see a woman next time you’re on campus and you like her hair or sunglasses, just pay her a compliment.”
I told him, “It’s a freebie, something in passing, you’re not trying to make conversation. Keep walking, don’t make any long eye contact, just give the free compliment.” The idea being you might make a friend if you make someone feel good.
I said to Elliot, “In the next few weeks – if you see them they’ll likely give you a smile – and you can smile back and eventually turn this into chit-chat.”
I got in touch with him a few weeks later and asked if he did it. He said “no”. And when asked why not, he said “Why do I have to compliment them? Why don’t they compliment me?”
At that stage, I realised he was very troubled.
This isn’t half-bad advice. Launer had good intentions and, it seems, a fairly decent grasp of women and what Elliot would need to do to get over his crippling introversion. It’s basically newbie game. “Get out there, say SOMETHING to girls that isn’t a compliment of their beauty, and move on while you still have the happy high of making an approach. Get used to talking to girls first before you start spitting seduction game.”
Elliot didn’t do it. That’s the source tragedy. I imagine his victims would be alive today if Elliot had completed Launer’s task. But for the flight of a betaboy, a typhoon brews in the sea…
Here we have our first hard evidence that Elliot didn’t get women at all. Similar to cellar-dwelling manlets who think that any proactive effort to woo women is tantamount to “putting the pussy on a pedestal”, Elliot believed that it was beneath him to approach girls and start a conversation. In his world of equalist ignorance, women are just like men, except with different genitalia, so logically why shouldn’t women approach him to give him compliments? If his premises are right, you can’t really argue with his conclusions.
But of course his premises were all wrong. And who knows why they were all wrong. Mental illness? Pathological neuroticism toxicified with a dash of repressed narcissism? A dearth of savvy male authority figures who could educate younger Elliot about the realities of female sexual nature?
Elliot needed guidance. He needed an experienced man — not a weirdo coterie of emotionally retreating family kin shoving pills down this throat — to patiently inform him before the rot had set that biological differences between the sexes means that women will rarely, if ever, approach men directly to start conversations, that it is the man’s job, if he wants sex and love in his life, to break the ice. And that however unfair Elliot deemed this state of the sexes, it was a reality that would never change, and never go away. He had only one choice: To make reality work for him, instead of fighting futilely against reality.
In one of the last emails I sent to him, I became quite frustrated.
I pointed out that he had the choice to change his circumstances, and if he didn’t make the effort then he had to take some of the blame. He insisted that, “I have to blame someone for my troubles, and I don’t blame myself.”
It appears that by the time Launer intervened, Elliot’s romantic ignorance and ego self-preservation had consumed him. He was beyond help. I wonder if Launer would have had more positive impact had he explained to Elliot WHY he needed to do his newbie game drill rather than just giving him the task without justification for it. Most unenlightened men who come to the Chateau to learn the ways of the crimson arts are first introduced to a steady diet of knowledge about psychosocial sex differences before the juicy game strategies are revealed.
One time there was a gathering at his parents’ place and Elliot was his usual uncomfortable self.
I asked Peter if Elliot was ticklish. Peter said he was, so I encouraged a couple of women to tickle him and you know, that was the only time I saw Elliot express any kind of joy. It seemed that, at least for those moments, he was a normal kid.
A woman’s touch is water to a parched man. Sad, sad Elliot. Game can save lives. But only for those willing to see.
[…] A Family Friend Tried To Help Elliot Rodger Meet Girls […]
I had a “date” tonight. She cancelled, said she was sick… I was busy at work and slightly butthurt so I just ignored her message and kept working instead of leaving early and meeting her. So I get a message 45 minutes after we were supposed to meetup saying “I wasnt sure if you got my message so I went to such and such and waited 25 minutes for you, sorry I should of told you to message me back”. First time something like this has ever happened to me. lol
Chateau, you have not done enough, you suck.
I have a Mexican Spanish teacher who said that when he was learning English and asked questions of his teacher, his teacher said “don’t ask me why, ask me how.”
When Hugo Schwyzer
Goes on a rampage,
We will Know
He hated Game…..
Hugs banged a lot of his female students. He talked the feminist line and gamed them silly out of the other side of his mouth. Women understand this. Talk is cheap. They pay attention to how you act. You should always take what they say with a handful of salt, and watch what they do.
Hugs is batshit crazy, but he instinctively understands women. He says he’s anti game while practicing game. They love it.
Some shirty little spergtard is going to say it’s logically impossible to get laid by being a hypocrite. Go cry in your hugbox, retard.
This photo (from an article CH posted) is absolutely terrifying: http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/09/29/article-2043345-0E269FEE00000578-331_634x438.jpg
“women are just like men, except with different genitalia” WHOA there, women may be born with a penis! see above
you see, gender is a choice, and environment, and conditioning, but attraction is bone-deep inborn and unchangeable. now let’s cut this kid’s dick off
Yeah, I shudder at the thought of cutting anyone’s dick off but you gotta feel sorry for this poor kid.
Whether it’s the absence of a father figure and growing up in a lesbian household that makes him a dick-hater or just a cruel joke by mother nature, this kid has a shitty deal.
What you say about attraction being in-born and unchangeable is right on. My first memories of being attracted to girls was when I was probably 4 or 5. Way before I even knew what attraction was and there was no question that I didn’t feel the same way about the male gender. No one conditioned me to feel that way. It just…was.
poor kid is right. his body doesn’t match up with his mind.
it would be hard to know what to do if you were a parent with a kid like that. some kids do the gender swapping stuff when they are young but grow out of it and end up revealing they are gay later on and then you have some people who aren’t gay but feel like they are trapped in the wrong body.
my cousin was a transgender. all the men in that family were normal guys but he had something different about him at the get go so i don’t think it was conditioning.
he had gender reassignment surgery when he was around 40 and became a full blown woman. but like Burke said, “attraction is bone-deep inborn and unchangeable” so even after the surgery, he was still attracted to women like he had been his whole life. gender and attraction aren’t always related.
“attraction is bone-deep inborn and unchangeable”
yup. this is what women don’t understand. you can’t condition us to be attracted to fat ugly women and turned off by hot chicks. we are what we are.
our dick gets hard for a girl or it doesn’t and we have have no control over that.
I don’t see any terror… I see like breed like, the way of all things.
What article is that from?
A tweet
“Why do I have to compliment them? Why don’t they compliment me?”
It’s the same mentality of the fat acceptance movement e.g. “Why do I have to lose weight? Why don’t they think fat is beautiful?”
Can’t believe you’re still peddling this hogwash, this ridiculous incident was a black operation against the manosphere, nobody really died. Elliot is standing in front of a green screen in his stupid confession tapes.
Lemme guess: chemtrails triggered by HAARP were injected into the water supply by grey aliens who were responsible for 9/11?
Don’t be silly, it’s all the Jews, don’t you read the comments here?
I believe the correct spelling is “DA JOOOOOZ!!1!”
Ask PA. Of course, he won’t give you a straight answer or a falsifiable theory; hell just rant that “you’re all sheeple” and “controlled demolition!” and call me Jewish and in favor of open borders.
And yet he thinks he has credibility.
Gamme-commie rape!
PA?
You girls having fun?
Don’t be silly, it’s all the Jews, don’t you read the comments here?
How do we know those Jews are not body snatchers aliens?
It’s always with the same fucking shit, can we please have another approach week?
I wonder how you can read these sites and still react like a retard a la “Hurr Durr, JOOOOOOZ, how dare you be a human being with ability to observe and think”
Hugh G. Rection
It’s always with the same fucking shit, can we please have another approach week?
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wait isn’t this the punch a wall thread he he he
ANOTHER Approach Week?
Shoot, I’ve already filled my yearly quota of negresses.
All the manlet digs from Heartiste are beginning to become unsettling.
the power of positive shivving.
When it comes to manlets there’s no such thing. It eats at our core.
You can’t fix crazy. Elliot Rodger was crazy.
“You’ve gotta crawl before you can walk…” That’s the mentality you need if you’re starting anything new.
Elliot wanted to start out as a US Navy SEAL, but didn’t want to put in any of the effort to get to that point. I don’t care what you do, if you want to get good at something, you’re going to have to fail and fuck-up every along the way.
Do you think those SEALs (or Delta, or Marine Force Recon, or any other Special Operations groups our beloved overlords in Washington have that we don’t know about…) just woke up one day, and out of the blue, decided to jump in a plane heading for Afghanistan, Iraq, or some other third-world hellhole, and started shooting guns?
Fuck No!
It takes lots of dedication, hard work, time and effort! Those guys wanted to be SpecOps Operators more than anything else in their lives. They started at the very bottom, worked their way up. They messed up, and fucked up along the way, they have the medical records to prove it.
Elliot Rodger’s mentality would be: “Why should I have to go for runs? I should just get the title ‘SEAL’ now…” or “Why should I have to hold my breath under water? I should be able to just float in the shallow end of the pool with my inflatable floaters on my arms…” or “Why should I learn how to shoot a gun? Just gimme the gun and let me at the bad guys…” (Thank God Elliot didn’t sell his BMW and use the money to take shooting lessons and buy more ammo, he might have actually hit someone on his first attempt.)
Elliot Rodger had a desire for women, but didn’t want to put in the effort to actually figure out how to achieve that goal.
Just about any sentence that starts with the words,”Why should I…” is most likely gonna be some fag bullshit.
yea but special forces types know ultimately why they are doing something
I didn’t see a need for times tables to be memorized in my life their were calculators after all
my dad tried and tried to get me to learn em I didn’t fucking want to waste the brainpower I guess on something that didn’t make sense
finally I realized maybe it was a good idea and learned em the next day
so yea now I realize why it is nice to be able to solve math problems in my head but then it was like just cause they have a rule you can’t use calculators doesn’t mean that in real life I couldn’t use a calculator to be able to solve problems I would have if I was in the real world away from that bullshit rule
in that fake world
By the phrase “why should I” I meant the resentful sullen objection to doing tough things.. Questioning why you need to do something,such as ‘why do I need to be confident,why isn’t being shy and quiet attractive?’, is an entirely different thing.
just like the stupid Spanish memorization bullshit classes which were a big chunk of my time and learning time that could of definetly been used elsewhere
I have lived in other countries and never needed to learn the stupid fucking language
dispenser has some good point but
“You’ve gotta crawl before you can walk…”
is not really true for some people some people can just walk if given the right motivation
but yea explaining in those terms of why they are being forced to crawl could be helpful to their understanding
explaining the why of things and why it is set up a certain way for the morons to be able to learn something that you may only have to look at and know but you also maybe know your brain capacity only so big and you don’t want to put stupid shit you don’t want nor need into it
It’s pretty much the typical attitude, though, so you can’t really call it crazy. And it’s only half from weakness/laziness, since any time a man realizes that he is on the wrong track 90% of the people around him tell him just to be himself, and that any concerted effort to have sex with women is deviant, immoral, and ultimately criminal behavior.
I’m amazed that the notes from therapy have not surfaced yet. This writer instinctively knew that all he had to do was compliment a chicks shoes, jewelry, glasses. Did the therapists explain basic courtship rituals?
Did any therapists explain basic courtship rituals? Or just his dad’s friends?
I’m beginning to doubt Elliot Rodger had any mental illnesses whatsoever, his parents were simply too self involved to raise him and so put him into endless therapy so pills could be shoved down his throat and make him docile and easier to manage since boys left to their own devices when young are typically rambunctious and can mess up a house something fierce due to their youthful energy and I mean that in the sense of even when a kid is let outside regularly he might come back in unexpectadly and track mud everywhere in the house, etc.
Continuing the lack of mental illness angle I think many people are more comfortable saying “Oh so and so was a sick F” because then that type of thinking turns that person into “the other” which frees society from coming to terms with the idea that maybe its a little sick itself and creates people like this as a result of it’s own sickness or a sickness simply ever present in the human species as a whole and so its psychologically safer for the rubes to demonize Elliot and monsterize him or mental illness shame label him than simply acknowledge that from the kid’s own personal life experiences and perspective from that he simply came to a logical course of action that was well thought through and sane for his own life up to this point.
Had he better parents, friends and role models growing up he could’ve became the loveable asian nerd archetype and acheived a level of success with women that although maybe not Don Magic Juan-esque in scope would at least satisfy his urge to merge and keep away the shadow of the deadly sperg.
Agreed. Elliot Rodger is a case study in the effects of alienation and atomization in a post-civilized hedonistic culture.
Exactly isolation and atomization can exasterbate even he mildest mental deficiency. Mental illness is a way of saying look that person is crazy they have no grievances against society.
No you’re wrong. THe kid was a repressed gay this is very clear. This is why all this stuff “didn’t work” and why he didn’t approach women. If you want to give advice to gays please do it. Unlike beta straights they don’t have any means whatsoever of getting what they want because they can’t “spit game” to straight guys and get them in bed.
He wasn’t gay.Wouldnt the fags have picked that up–they can smell a fellow traveler a mile away–and been all over him? Course maybe he was fucked over by some fags,leaving his soul shredded. Molested by fags would explain the rage.
He liked being touched by women. If he was gay, even secretly, he’d’ve recoiled from the tickling.
/”A woman’s touch is water to a parched man.” Awesome line.
If he was gay do you think he would have had any issues picking up men?
maybe we need places where little boys can go and destroy things
I know I had that growing up had a whole mountain of woods and cliffs and territory to uproot and smash rocks and climb cliffs and trees catch shit with my hands in streams and basically just run around like a little madman possessed by demons and physically learn about life and nature and the world with my hands
hell we prob need that for adult men too
had a 5 year old boy for 5 days to take care of and he wanted to go home at restaurant really he was just bored with the talking going on and done eating
I took him outside and knew there was an incline I saw some high school kids run up before and there are rocks all over told him he could run up it
he starts throwing rocks lol I give him a safety course on where it is safe to throw rocks and watch them smash at lol when someone is at the bottom of the steep incline throw them to the side hahahahahahahahahhaahah
I made it to top with him in my sandals which no easy feat it got slippery
but yea we walked back down around and back in with the rest of the quasi family and he was definetly more relaxed
went back out and had all three the kids running up and down the hill
I waited at a bad spot at bottom to catch em my girl at bottom as backup
they had a lot of fun on that hill trail and it was free he he he
reminded me of when I was young but I used to climb diamond hill and run down it
look it up online yea I used to run full speed down that shit with all the huge rocks and everything the most free thing you will ever do
Heartise, July 7, 2014: “A dearth of savvy male authority figures who could educate younger Elliot about the realities of female sexual nature?”
Heartise, May 29, 2014: “This is significant because his father on the show has always said he has “a” son, as in only one. In this video from the TV show it shows the father at the family table with the son from the second marriage, but not Elliot.”
http://heartiste.wordpress.com/2014/05/29/elliot-rodger-sexual-entitlement-father-abandonment-and-the-anti-boy-therapy-culture/
GOD DAMN IT, HEARTISTE – DO A “Ctrl-f” ON TODAY’S ESSAY – THE WORD “father” DOES NOT APPEAR IN IT!!!
Yeah, the name “Peter” eventually appears at the very end: “Peter” the Progeny-Torturing Peckerhead Hollyweird Pornographer who needs to burn in hell for all eternity.
“I have to blame someone for my troubles, and I don’t blame myself.”
“Why do I have to compliment them? Why don’t they compliment me?”
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yea he imbibed the equalism and yea really it wasn’t his fault It is what he was taught
I was pretty pissed to when I found out shit like people got paid for working at non profits and the country wasn’t a free country in any way shape or form
and slavery Is still ongoing and nobody talks about it
except now they talk about human trafficking of woman which really not true but then don’t talk about all the men that are being actually and really trafficked by the government with child support and alimony payments and actually at the point of a gun
and forced movement of people and intregration is happening and the us is not really the good guy like in a movie where ya can tell
someone should of told him what he is being taught is bullshit yea its life life is a big steaming pile of bullshit but you can still have a good time
oh yea and ya can only use 3k per year of lost money in stocks to offset earnings now that one really pissed me the fuck off cause I always heard on the bullshit news how people were selling and taking losses or whatever on shit to be able to claim it for later or some shit just more bullshit
Annual Salaries
Annual salaries for diocesan priests ranged between $15,291 and $18,478 as of 2002, according to “Roman Catholic Priests.” This was higher than the income range reported for 1998, cited by the United States Department of Labor’s Occupational Outlook Handbook, which showed annual salaries between $12,936 and $15,483. Additional benefits, such as housing, medical insurance, and a retirement plan, might push the package value over $30,000 a year.
Read more : http://www.ehow.com/info_12152185_much-catholic-priests-paid.html
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and our kid needs to know this shit too if you are catholic mutherfuckers getting paid to do it
not doing it for god only or some belief
they get free housing and cash
educate your kids
I can tell ya I would of had a fuck of a lot less respect for priests if I knew they got paid to do what they do
Still… $30,000 a year is not a lot…
more than the 1700 a month for putting my life on line in bosnia with combat pay
I made 620 a month as e2
I made 900 as single e4
blackwater hehehe
Few men ever lose their shirt selling gowns to the brides of Christ.
Heck, right from the start it was a sweet deal for the “priestly class”… just do the math of the 12 Tribes and tithing… each of the other 11 tribes gives 1/10 of their goods/monies to the tribe in charge of the race’s spiritual well-being, which means said tribe of priests get 110% and their contributors are at the 90% level of their original wealth.
Not a bad day’s work for reciting a few verses and waving of the hand…
True, there was a little manual labor involved in carrying around that box that melts Nazis when you open it… but it wasn’t all that heavy.
As one example, in July 2011, a job posting for an ordained Roman Catholic priest to serve as the priest chaplain for a hospital offered a minimum hourly salary of $20.24, and a maximum hourly salary of $32.99. The full-time position offered 32 weekly hours, making the annual salary of a priest for the position, earning the maximum range, slightly under $55,000. The position was eligible for additional benefits. The job requirements included a Master of Divinity degree.
Read more : http://www.ehow.com/info_12152185_much-catholic-priests-paid.html””””””
well shit
so the dude that came to my hospital room got paid to do it
wtf dude
they need to tell you that shit when they come to room need a disclaimer so you know it ain’t no supernatural shit going on it is cold cash making em do it
so really dudes talk about dieing alone hell if you got loot you can just pay a priest to sit there with you
jesus fucking Christ money isn’t just everything it is everything
motherfucking still buying heaven and shit
so hookers more real than catholic priests
and actually do volunteer work for real
wow life really is insane
all the fucking time in religion classes in catholic school they never told me the priest got paid for being at the deathbed
and not doing it for love of another person or because he believed he would go to heaven
or because it was needed to be done to ease suffering
Man, I was this guy… Much milder version, but same mindset. Thought girls actually owed me something and would become disappointed when THEY didn’t approach and ignored me. CH, Rollo, YaReally and a few others set me straight.
So much different, and so much more fun now that I can even spit just a little game. Sitting in a bar last night by myself. Grab some dinner and a beer. Shooting the shit with this hot little 24 year old Asian bartender. Petite, tight little ass, firm little apple tits.
Just vibing away… Talking. And she’s fidgeting like CRAZY. Smiling, laughing, playing with her hair, and folding and unfolding the bar towel over and over and over again while I’m chatting with her in a cool, calm relaxed, way. I’m almost 50! And here I am using this secret power I never knew existed to make a woman that nervous. Man, that’s intoxicating. Something I’ve never experienced before.
She’s dying for me to ask for her number… Keeps telling me that she knows someone who could help me with X or Y. I cut the conversation short, get my tab and notice that she comped me both beers. Pay the tab and get up to leave. See her disappointment out of the corner of my eye… Stop, hesitate and turn around (like I’d forgotten something) hand her my phone and say give me your #. Her face lights up and her eyes widen.
First time I’d ever really internalized the “I am the prize” dynamic. What’s funny is that after first stumbling here and unplugging I was super bitter. YaReally and others have it right though. You can’t do anything about the way women are… It’s just the way it is. The bitterness will eat you alive.
But harnessing the power to make women weak in the knees instead (and just as importantly recognizing those female “tells”) is a truly amazing feeling. That sort of visceral reaction from a hot 24 year old woman is something I never thought I’d experience in my life.
Kudos.
Cheers man and congrats. The forum needs more stories like this.
[…] Source: Heartiste […]
There is something I occasionally battle which is scarcity mentality or beta mindset. It take discipline to man up….it’s far easier to “be nice”…because you think that’s what girls want.
I’m now chatting with a girl I used to bang. She wants to meet up …on her terms..i come over…she’s switching the dates etc.
I’ve just thought hmmmmm…well ok…but then thought NO….so I’ve suggested a date and time more suitable to me and she keeps waffling.
The thing that keeps me focused is that I number closed another girl last night who took my phone, showed me how to “add” on iPhone, punched in her number, then texted herself so I’d be sure to do it.
That’s the difference. A scarcity mentality or “beta mindset” comes when you don’t have options.
I don’t know how to communicate this any differently but game requires patience and persistence in the face of what often seems like huge odds against you.
Yep nailed it.
Although, sometimes you don’t have to have options. Knowing you can walk out the door and generate another can keep you from getting oneitis-y.
Although, you really have to be gaming consistently to internalize that tomorrow you can meet another girl.
Rodger was an effeminate Asian male (I’ve had Asian females tell me he was creepy-looking) so “cocky, arrogant and hateful” would have only driven women the other way. He might still be alive had he been sent to live in the Philippines, where half-breeds are preferred. Game is not God and doesn’t work all the time. For some, there is no hope here. They’d do better in another country, like Seung-Hui Cho.
In the Barbara Walters interview Elliot’s dad said he offered to take him to a Nevada Brothel. Elliot was not interested and said he wanted love and validation. I don’t know if Elliot could of learned Game. While I’m not a Game denialist sometimes I think its over hyped in the sense it doesn’t work for everyone. People are saying Elliot was spoiled but as I pointed out in my interview with Matt Forney growing up around wealth and status can be brutal when one has very low social status. I disagree with that guy who said he was broken from conception. Maybe he could of turned out OK if brought up in a healthier environment. That kind of environment can be brutal.
” While I’m not a Game denialist sometimes I think its over hyped in the sense it doesn’t work for everyone.”
Funny, it seems to work for most people who accept and commit to it.
In the Barbara Walters interview Elliot’s dad said he offered to take him to a Nevada Brothel. Elliot was not interested and said he wanted love and validation.
As do we all… now, who’s up for a road trip?
Know what, fuck it, it’s story time
Tuesday I have a Day 3 with this V. Cute Asian (Hb7) that I picked up in my neighborhood. Day 2 went very well yet something was telling me more comfort was needed. This is the one that I escalated with hard at the park and tried to get into her apt after but no dice.
So I broke all the rules this time.
Had her meet me at this restaurant nearby to grab a bite to eat and I paid. I don’t normally grab a bite to eat with a girl unless I’ve been seeing her for a while but damn, I really wanted to get laid.
Meet up, go for the kiss on the lips (pro-move btw) and walk towards the restaurant which is conveniently near both of our apt. We eat, we talk, I’m not really gaming at all. Just enjoying myself and the meat platter I had us split.
Pay the tab. She gives a very perfunctory “thank you” like she expected it. My spidey-sense goes off on how she says thanks. Fucccck, one of these older girls that expects the guy pay for everything according to the social narrative she bought into.
Step outside. Lots of makeout and ass-grabbing and it starts raining so we go under an awning where I try to go back to her place. “One of my rules is you can’t come back to my place on the 2nd date.”
So I’m kind of frustrated but per Scray’s advice I just say “Alright” and keep trying to escalate. 2 Steps back, one step forward, ya know.
Try to push back to my place to watch a movie. She’s not having it and knows what’s up. Finally push towards across the street to the same 2nd venuelounge I took her on our Day 2. Ask her if she was still mad at me that I made her pay when we previously went there. (I pay at first venue and try to get girls to pay at the 2nd).
She said it was really bad form that I actually had her pay. I’m like “Wutttt….”
Her: “You know, you’re the guy. You’re the one pursuing me….”
Me: “Wait, what, you really think that I have to pay for everything?”
Her: “Well you’re the one that chased me down the street. I mean…”
Me: “Hm, yeah cool.” (Turn around, and walk the fuck out without saying bye.)
Her: (Gasps)
Walk.the.fuck.out
WALKED, THE FUCK, OUT
I’ve never done that before. Usually I wanted the puss that bad but this Daygame/Approach Everyday thing told me I didn’t have to keep spending for the lay…not on those terms.
Beyond that, I had legit reference experiences of either other girls paying or girls fucking me without me paying as a requisite.
I start walking back to my place and don’t look back. I’m frustrated for sure but very weird this feeling I got. There will actually be more. Maybe not tonight but more. Seriously haven’t internalized that feeling until then.
A block down I sit at a bench and start surfing the internet on my phone. Odds are she might come chasing (which is fine) but if she doesn’t then it’s OK.
A few minutes later she comes and is at the street corner opposite where I’m at. She stands there expecting me to come. I see her out the corner of my eye and just stay on my phone like I don’t see her. She eventually comes to and is kind of in shock. I just stripped her of all her validation.
We talk for a bit and I tell her how I don’t want to be that guy that pays. It’s not a good look and I’ve never had to. I tell her to find a guy that will pay for her there always plenty. But seriously, I don’t mind paying but when you expect it like that…fuck that. I was seriously turned off.
So we keep talking, I stick to my guns and empathize with where she’s coming from. She’s used to guys paying and needs to rationalize the socially conditioned narrative how guys are the pursuer and shit. That’s fine, I’m not mad.
I keep escalating the whole time we’re talking though with the kino. She’s still sitting there and about 10min in I invite her back to my rooftop just for 20 minutes.
She agrees. Get to the rooftop. 2 steps forward one step back. 2 steps forward one step back.
Banged her on the rooftop and then again in the bedroom. She had this look after of disbelief as she broke her “3 date rule.” Talk/chill/cuddle for 20 minutes (per YaReally’s buyers remorse advice) and walk her home.
Not really too into her neither, was legit put off at her expectation of making me pay. But here you go fellas, approach consistently and you will get to a point where you truly believe that you don’t have to put up with shit that you don’t want.
But without that abundance (or belief that you’ll find another) and you’ll stay and pay.
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Also I don’t think sexual frustration is the spark but it adds fuel to the fire. The main reason we see people end like this, is our society has become totally automized. You get people especially secular whites who totally lack any sense of belonging or community. In a collectivist society your worth is based on your religion or ethnicity but in a hyper individualistic one if you don’t achieve success as an individual than you are deemed worthless. That’s why the majority of spree shooters have been from secular white backgrounds but Elliot being biracial only exasterbated that lack of sense of belonging and identity.
I worked in the 90′s before I retired with a sick man. He was married because he met his wife in a therapy class. He had absolutely no social skills at all. About that time, I first heard of Asperger’s and concluded he was that way.
I felt sorry for him and tried to make friends. He would whine and ask, “Why doesn’t anyone like me?”
I would go into great detail to explain it as kindly as I could. Then, he’d shout angrily, “It shouldn’t be that way!”And, he’d rant at length how wrong it was for society to be that way.
A few more weeks, and he’d whine, “Why doesn’t anyone like me?”
One of the engineers described him as WRITE ONLY MEMORY.
When Alan Keyes came to town, people came and told me so I could attend his speech. The next day, they came to talk to me about it. He got on his ear and started shouting, “Why didn’t anyone tell me Alan Keyes was coming to town?”
I told him, “They knew my political views and the fact I am politically active and knew I’d be interested.”
He threw a tantrum, and said, “It doesn’t matter. They should have told me about it, too.”
I finally shut him down, told him I had to go home and was not going to talk about it any more. The next day an engineer told me he had come into the office and shouted that I was the sort of person who wouldl take a gun to work and shoot up the place.
I told my boss, “Do not ask me to work with him again. In today’s security environment, I cannot expose myself to accusations like that.”
My boss agreed. Steve later died of cancer. I did not visit him when he was sick nor did I go to his funeral nor send his wife a card. I don’t know if anyone from work did any such thing. People like that simply cannot be helped.
FR for YaReally and others – very frustrating evening.
Really good and bad online first date evening. Weird.
On the good side – it’s just a really nice summer evening and I spent 3 hours practicing my interaction skills with a 25 year old redheaded HB7 and had a nice walk afterwards – feeling good about practicing and getting better at this stuff.
On the bad side – no kiss close, no sexual tension nothing. Bizarre because normally when I have a date and it goes badly I can usually tell what went wrong (like with my previous FR with engaged-girl I know I fucked up the comfort/rapport – here I really am puzzled as to what I could have done better).
I mean – I can see where in the story below the bad things happened – I just don’t understand WHY. Or what I could have done better.
Online first date. She tried to shake my hand when meeting instead of a hug which is a bad sign (I took her hand and hugged her) I rarely do venue change nowadays but after reading the recent discussion on here, I decided to experiment and I started off in a loud pub environment for the first hour to try and follow the Krauser date model.
Hour 1: Sitting across a table – no kino, no sexual escalation – light DHV, lots of comfort, lots of banter and discussion. Conversation going really well and she’s laughing a LOT at what I’m saying (including teasing her about her autocorrect changing her text to me saying she had HIV etc..). Basically we’re getting along very well and having fun but no escalation as the Date Model suggests (normally I’d have pushed harder on escalation). I didn’t really tell my usual DHV stories as there was no need – convo was flowing and EC was good and her pupils dilated. There were some sexual stories but no escalation
As we left for the 2nd venue she walked ahead of me and I commented about checking out her ass and she looked offended and said “That’s not the kind of thing you should say” – I held my frame and ignored her, but it was a BAD sign. It’s literally never happened to me before. She walked with her arms crossed (it was a bit chilly/windy) so I couldn’t even try to take her hand – plus it was a bit of a low point anyway although she warmed up again soon.
Hour 2 and 3: Moved to my usual dark bar and sitting on couch. In effect, I started my usual pattern at this point – my usual DHV stories and trying to hold her hands, putitng arms around here, strong EC, she was playing with her hair etc. She was okay with my arm around her, but she just would not come in for a hug at all – strong resistance. She would not take my hand – even to “read her palm” for more than a couple of seconds, and in Hour 3 when I left my hand on her thighs, she pushed it away subtly. Basically all bad signs.
Even more puzzling was that my usual DHV stories (they revolve around a couple of really funny but cruel April Fools pranks I played on a friend) did NOT work at all. That’s UNHEARD of. Even when I’ve had crappy dates or bad interactions in bars before, I’ve NEVER had that – the girls ALWAYS love the stories. They are funny, engaging and surprising and I have a LOT of experience telling them. This girl just didn’t – she kept going on about how I was being cruel to my friend etc (lots of girls say this, but this one appeared to mean it and not enjoy the story at all).
Anyway, she basically didn’t give me a chance to build any sexual tension at all even though the conversation stayed okay.
Unsurprisingly the evening ended with a hug and “pleased to meet you”.
But I don’t understand WHAT I did wrong – where things went wrong. Because unlike my “standard” bad date we got along really well (especially in the loud pub) and I didn’t make any obvious mistakes.
The only thing I can imagine – although I still don’t understand the details – is that it was some kind of congruency issue with my assholish profile which first attracted her – and her profile is about how she’s looking for a handsome older man to show her some thrills and stuff. Hmm.
Elliot should have tried nekkid game.
Didn’t he have a small dick?
Dick size irrelevant when compared to alpha attitude of trying to game girls naked.
Advanced peakcocking ftw.
He’s got big balls, that’s for sure.
No, I ment would it of worked for Elliot due to his dick size.
Dick size is irrelevant when you’re that alpha
“In his world of equalist ignorance, women are just like men, except with different genitalia, so logically why shouldn’t women approach him to give him compliments? ”
So did he never once actually look at how things operate in the real world? I mean, I wouldn’t expect him to have reasoned his way to full red pill knowledge or anything like that, but he got the most blindingly obvious stuff wrong.
Robert Stark Interviews Robert Lindsay on Elliot Rodger:http://www.starktruthradio.com/?p=456
Rodger reminded me of my step-brother for a good chunk of his younger years. But, the difference is my step-brother was befriended by an older dude who taught him how to get over himself and meet women. I’m thankful for that.