Failing With Success

So in my crappy area, I just gamed with what I could find. Before I knew Game, I was able to get laid in a real city over a weekend visit once. Strange confluence of money and time. I was usually unable to get laid in the almost city of my residence at the time. Where I am now is worse: boonies + more decline. I’ve never seen a Game video not in what was apparently a real city or else an even better orgy location.

I think I have learned about as much social skills as I can here. I make a distinction between social skills and social leverage. The first I think is primarily needed for ltr and the latter for casual/initial sex, not that the other element is not supplemental. To some extent, being in a major city is DHV and leverage.

Maybe I was carrying around some anger and the women could smell it. My last outing was crap work.

Then it dawned on me: my use of body language has definitely improved.

I pissed off a broad like never before. It was glorious.

Two women. The older of the two is a wonderfully top heavy blonde who, as it turns out, is denying entirely the tightening grip of the wall. Too bad her complexion is gone. She must have been amazing to behold at one time.

She inferred that I was interrupting and that I could come back to buy them drinks when she was ready. I plowed and talked more to the other one. After not much time she boldly instructed me, and more boldly that the prior time, that I could buy them drinks when she was ready. Apparently, that wasn’t then.

There wasn’t even the attempt to feign attraction or affection. You know, the mild version of that facial shit strippers, centerfolds, and porn actresses use. I mean who the fuck would actually buy a bitch a drink even if she were a 9 in her early 20s if she were only obnoxious? Ten or 15 years ago, feminism wasn’t this bad, and I find it hard to believe guys would buy her a drink then or now for her demeaning contempt.

So when she delivered the subsidy command a second time, I gave her my ad hoc piece de resistance using most every technical aspect of Game I had.

Distance calibration? Check. I did not get in her face but I got close to where we both could only get a good view of each other’s face.

Condescending, unimpressed facial expression? Check.

Hurt her in her self-identity of relative status with the next few words I said? Check. I went right to her primitive, desouled id.

Eye contact? Fuck yah! And I made sure to hold it, I think a little before and a little after the verbal shiv, to frame the fuck out of it in her mind.

A nice full breath and a confident, unhurried exhale from the diaphragm and the use of unimpeachable authoritative tone? Check.

“You’re not worth it.”

“You’re not worth it.”

“You’re not worth it.”

“You’re not worth it.”

She went mildly ballistic, and I removed myself to a distance of about 5 feet, fought off the beta inside that wanted to be scared or weak or compassionate, and kept up the pressure of my self-assured condescension in body language (well enough).

Over the next few minutes, you could almost see the steam coming out from the gears turning feverishly to find a solution not there. I walk away but she shouts something, so I turn around to hear and see what she has to say. lol It’s at about this time that her gf makes an effort to restrain her. It escalates to the point that she is threatening to beat me up. lol At one point I look over my shoulder to see if some white knight or security was about to pounce. Nothing. I stood my ground for a bit, to let the misery hook for the evening, then I left as if I wanted to (or my best facsimile).

I feared (the good kind of fear) it was only a matter of time before this screeching post-wall attention whore would get the fuzz on my ass, heh, either with or without a preliminary fight involving badgeless commoners. He who shivs and runs away…

I got some satisfaction out of that confirmed slight, but I was also frustrated with the outing overall. Then I realized that I had applied Game principals with novel skill. I understood what she really cared about and framed her to my liking. I used body language: distance, facial expression, tone. I don’t think I had ever before discombobulated someone so utterly and so efficiently on purpose. Four words, just four. It’s all about the delivery and more steadfast delivery to consolidate. Broads use every trick possible to get a reversal on a social demotion.

Part of Game is going negative. Be cruel, my still heart. A woman is not attracted unless she hurts when you go away. There is an art to pain, as your orgasms indicate. I think women orgasm emotionally. I think she instinctively wanted me to conquer her right there and then, but the state calls giving state-ruined women what they want and need, authoritative and personally calibrated husbandry, a crime. Not worth it by a long shot. She really isn’t worth it. For those of you who may feel my analysis has gone into the absurd, I refer you to the essential concept per evolutionary psychology of rape fantasy, Stockholm syndrome, and war brides.

I didn’t escalate to, or realistically toward, a happy close—and since that path is not viable, next that crazy bitch—but I figure I used the same tools in the field, bettered myself, and incidentally made the world a better place.

My focus for the next month or two will be an attempt to generate some income. My frequency of posting and the depth of analysis will suffer. When I need to work through some red pill ideas, you know I’ll share them with you.

—‘Reality’ Doug, 12 October 2014

About ‘Reality’ Doug

I'm feed up with herd people, so civil and uncivilized, these feckless barbarians with manicures. Where is Galt's Gulch? and where are the people to go there? Who am I? Who is John Galt?
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1 Response to Failing With Success

  1. Spartan says:

    I think your response to her was solid, but would have been even more effective if you put your hand firmly around her throat while you said it.

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