Here’s a fun routine I like to pull on girls if I happen to have my camera or my phone’s camera out for use. It’s a Game tactic that works on the principle that no woman can resist the attention whoring allure of a lens. This is true whether the lens is pointed at her or at someone else.
(Example of the latter. I passed by a photographer taking shots of a skinny hipster male with a shock of red hair. He looked so weird that I doubt he’d catch many looks from women if there wasn’t someone taking his picture. Girls who walked past the same photographer from the other direction would invariably glance over, slow down, and even completely stop to watch the proceedings. They were transfixed.)
The tease: Lift your camera or phone up to your eye and aim it at the girl (or girls) you’re with, as if you’re planning to take her picture. As she readies for her close-up (“wait, lemme fix my hair”, “oh no, I’m not in a good light”, “don’t please doooooooon’t…”, “you’re too close! everyone will see my pores”) and preens and primps, you pause, lower the camera bit, frown, and hand-wave her to the side while saying “could you move over, I’m trying to take a shot of that building/flower/car accident/day-old dog shit behind you”.
The “photographer neg”: instant deflation. There’s nothing more seductively savage than taking a girl on an emotional roller-coaster of expectation. She expects to be the star of your show, fluffing herself up for her screen time. Instead, she’s gently brushed aside for a plant or a stone which caught your eye. Now she’ll feel the urge to work ten times harder to earn your attention.
This Game tactic, and others like it, are illustrative of a category of teasing courtship I call the “Beta Switch Technique“. You prime the girl to think you’re about to fall into a predictable pattern of beta male supplication, then you pull the rug from under her, and she’s left wondering if perhaps she thought too much of herself. The mental process she’ll thereafter initiate essentially raises the perception of your mate value at the expense of hers, which is the sexual polarity you want if hot sex and her deep abiding love are your goals.
The lesson is that all successful womanizers are jujitsu masters in the art of turning women’s strengths into weaknesses. Young pretty women are by nature incredible attention whores — it’s not a question of which hottie isn’t an attention whore, but rather which hottie is a tolerable attention whore — and their predilection for assuming the world wishes to fawn over them can leave many a beta male stumbling into a trap of flattery and supplication and appeasement, from which no lonely penis will escape to graze vagina.
The Muff Maestro recognizes women’s strengths, and prepares for it by SUBVERTING the female prerogative at precisely those moments when she expects reflexive beta maleness as the usual response. He redirects her haughty, puffed-up solipsism into a weapon used against her ego, and once her ego is breached a flood of spumy confusion and desire will wash over her loins, greasing the way to a better intimacy.
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