Money, Lifestyle, Women, Travel
Following on from Bojangles’ recent posts about the city that is Krakow, I thought I’d pop in and add some of my own musings. It’s been a while since I’ve blogged here, two years in fact. And, it had also been almost as long since I’d been on a daygame session – until a weekend in early February.
Krakow – the city for Polish sluts. Most of the best players I know are spread across Central and Eastern Europe in the hunt for sluts. Everyone’s preferences on which city/country vary, there are lots of factors to take into place. For some it’s as easy as which city has the easiest sluts? For others it’s which city has a consistent higher quality of sluts? But in the end, we are all out there hunting for those r selected sluts, whose pussies tingle as the mating dance is played out (or Game as we call it). After close to two years spent living in Krakow, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no European city with a higher ratio of sluts to population than this city.
I’ve had a few thoughts about R/K selection girls recently. I know I’ve been a quiet for quite a long time, not much posting from me on here nor around the manosphere. That’s because I moved to Central/Eastern Europe and landed myself in a 9-5 office job. Yes, it seems awful, the daily grind of office life, tap tap tapping away at your desk whilst talking to some twat half way around the world. Thankfully its not as bad as it seems, my work life balance is the best it’s been since I started working and somehow it’s due to the government of this country. I’ve planted myself in Krakow and it’s certainly been an interesting couple of years here. At this moment in time, I can’t see myself moving anywhere else, it’s as though I’ve settled…
Gentlemen and Cads,
Some guys do it, some guys just talk about doing it. Here’s a man with heart who’s out there doing it. The second of the Brokinetic guest posts.
You leave the house, collect many numbers, date a couple of girls and smash a few pussies. If that’s your aim, quit now. Don’t look back, just go. Day game is not that simple. Some people have problems even stepping outside their door. I am glad that I wasn’t one of those guys. The next step is to stop or run over to a girl and talk to her, deal with approach anxiety and soak in the pressure of talking to a random stranger at the same time behaving as though it is completely normal. Easy to say, well, it’s not that simple. No alcohol, no loud music and out of the normal social conventions. It’s not in our nature to suffer these kinds of ordeals.
That’s why day game is difficult. It’s not for the weak-hearted. You have to accept rejections, lots of them. You have to deal with flaky numbers. If it doesn’t, then you have to do it all again on the next date. The process is repetitive and some people are not capable of tolerating the emotional burden that comes with rejection. Sitting and drinking a refreshing mint lemonade recently, I chatted with a guy reading an economic book using Roosh’s elderly opener. Nothing gay in it, but after the chat I realized that cold approaching a girl aided me to talk to any random stranger as I would to a friend.
I no longer sweat when talking to a hot girl I’ve just met. I introduced a friend of mine to day game few months back. He was overjoyed when he saw me conversing with a random cute girl. Despite being able to see and hear the chit chat, he succumbed to pressure when he tried it himself. I saw him in my own shoes just a couple of months ago. I was happy to have come some way from that but felt some concern for my friend.
Talking about friends, the next step is probably finding those fellow bastard daygamers. You create an account in a local pick up forum, check for the closest lair and start meeting people. Be prepared, you will meet more weirdos that you think, and if you don’t, then you are one of them. A good wing-man can take your game to a next level easily, a bad one can be the worst of demons ever to emerge from hell. Eject if you don’t feel right. Follow your instincts on this. A good wing-man helps you to get into an everlasting social mood. I go solo nowdays, I have housemates who I used as mood elevators. This helps me to get my energy and vibe up for day game later on. Make the right friends and learn from them especially if you are just starting off.
You go to a party, sit at a corner and stare all around, you keep staring, you don’t talk with anyone and just be quiet. Voilà! You just mastered the art of engineering a creepy vibe. Creating good vibes within yourself is the most important element of day-game to me, it is. You are the projector. The girl absorbs your light. A happy light will make her happy, a melancholic light will do the reverse. During my first month I remember freaking out a girl. She paced 100 meters away from me in 10 seconds, maybe 20 seconds, but fast. I was nervous, non-existent eye contact and a creepy voice. An excellent state of mind or vibe comes from various factors. You can watch inspirational Youtube videos maybe. I used to watch tons of them. You can listen to adrenaline pumping songs, dance around, tell jokes or workout. I did all of these. I admit, they helped, but the real help will only come when you put yourself in front of the girl, again, again and again. Each and every approach will tell you that talking to girls is not scary and risky. Every good reaction will build your inner confidence and every bad one will teach you valuable lessons. There is no bad experience. In the end, girls are sweet beautiful beings who can cook, sew, and sing for you. They will even give you blow jobs, how’s that?
I will be honest, day game is not the most efficient way to meet women. You will have to do 1000 approaches to get through the initial stages. I am reaching the end of this stage. There will be days where you encounter streaks of blow-outs. You are basically asking a girl to have sex with you without any commitments. She is taking a risk with a complete stranger.
I endured 6 days of continuous blow outs during my trip to Eastern Europe. On the 7th day, I got an instant date on my 3rd approach of the day. It did not end up in lay. Getting rid of nervousness and learning how to charm the girl is one thing. Getting results is another. You will still get rejected no matter your model looks or top level game. At the beginning there will be a small percentage of girls who will fancy you. Your deal is to get them. Ask the honest experts, their statistics will show around 1-3 % of lay counts from total approaches made. You will face moments of uncertainty, you will face meltdowns from time to time. You are on the right track if you come upon all these obstacles.
Now, let’s talk about why I am drawn to day game. If you ask me honestly, yes, day game is self-development but you will still want to fuck as many hot girls as you can. Day game gives you that privilege. Night game is done in a pond, Tinder is similar to a fast current river. It can be polluted. Day game meanwhile is analogous to approaching girls in an ocean. Make sure to get a diving suit one day, you shall enjoy scuba diving. There is a vast range of fishes in the ocean. Your ability to catch them depends on your exquisite fisherman skills and of course a bit of luck. A mermaid will be the cherry of the cake, tell me if you catch one.
Next, going out in the day does not cost you anything but only your time. Talking and seducing a girl in the street does not empty your pockets. And I am not talking about sales girls, prostitutes or homeless people.
Day game builds confidence, walking is good for health, less competition from fellow sausage owners, etc. We can keep on talking. Rather than reading this, go out there and immerse yourself in the adventure.
Day game is like an iron man competition. It’s a long, hard, tiring journey, some will take it, not many will make it. But if you do, well…..
It’s been a while since I wrote anything on these pages. I’ve been enormously active on my own blog this last year, I think I’ve even averaged 1 post per month, but I haven’t really had much to contribute here. It’s harder contributing to the pickup community when you’re not out there picking up. Plus, now that I am on Twitter, I spend a lot of my allocated community time trolling people.. err.. I mean… contributing to discussions.
My final jaunt of the year was with Bodi last month. As I sit here now, I am looking very likely for a six month contract at a city bank this winter. I should find out on Monday if it’s a go and if so, which location. If it’s on then I’ll hole up, don my suit and go back to the professional workplace. If I am in London I’ll be able to hang out with a few of my pickup mates and game by proxy, but there’s a chance I might be sent to *shudder* Birmingham.
It’s a great opportunity to break into the banking sector, so I have to think carefully, but I really had my heart set on a return to London this year, so I don’t think I’ll accept Birmingham. I’ve only been looking for a week so far and this was my first interview.
It was in Belgrade last month where I happened to chance a meeting with a new guy on the scene. We met for breakfast one day and his story, his outlook and attitude were all like the rest of my pickup friends. Honest, genuine, seeking improvement and answers rather than trying to present himself as some kind of Johnny come lately genius.
There’s a short hand way of spotting who is worth listening to in the pickup community.
A) Are they complaining about low return on effort, flakey dates, quality of girls, wondering if it’s all worth it?
B) Are they advertising how often they get laid with bang up hot girls? Do they go on jaunts and report lay numbers that would make the Rolling Stones look like monks?
If they are the former, they may well be the real deal. If they are the latter, a good chance they never leave the house.
Anyway, this fella I met, Brokinetic, he is an interesting guy, new to pickup and currently earning his reputation by trying hard to improve his skills. His own blog is here and he’s worth a listen. So I’ll hand over to him now for his guest post.
Brokinetic takes the red pill
A year ago I was a game denialist. Gazing upon YouTube videos of PUAs approaching girls I would wonder if this would really work. Watching Sasha Daygame running riot around London with his clown like approach would intrigue me. Being funny gets you pussy? Doesn’t make sense to me!!!
I was an amusing guy indeed and I would pride myself on it. I would have girls in my social circle ask me that oddest of questions, “why don’t you have a girlfriend?” I never understood these girls and maybe never will. Nevertheless I still chased the girls that I fancied, in that typical Bollywood influenced way. I moved on when I was ignored and I told myself that it was just not meant to be and that I would meet my dream princess one day. Deja Vu happened, again, and again. Eventually I had to face that I was wrong and I was left in bewilderment. That was the probably the first time that I was mind fucked. I would lie on my bed too confused to even begin to consider what may have been wrong with me.
I was once the guy who went all the way looking for a girl in an audacious attempt to win her over. I made myself miserable, a broken man. The memories of those days still linger in my mind.
Fast forward a few weeks and I decided to find a solution. Being the “God of All Solutions” I called upon the ever reliable Google Search. He directed me to the evergreen Sasha Daygame. From there, I came to know about the rest of the pick-up community. At that moment, I realized that they are a bunch of buffoons chasing and hitting on girls pretty much everywhere in the world. I would waste some time watching some of their videos but really, without pondering any more than moment about them. The door had been opened, but I still refused to swallow the red pill and insisted I wander amongst the fake illusions around me.
A couple of months further, I was strolling along the pavements in Cannes. I was alone and bored. I suddenly wanted to try if those methods really worked. I was in that moment standing on a string which separates reality and illusion. I had to know for myself. My first set, who I vividly remember, was a girl seated on a bench. She was a petite girl, lightly tanned wearing a big black sunglasses with a cute happy face. I gathered my courage and, as nobody was around and it was risk free, I delivered that most delivered of openers that has been revised and reused in one for or another no less than a million times.
Me:Hey, I saw you. You look kinda cute. So I just wanna come and say hi.
Girl: Thank you[ with a smile]
Me: [Happy that she smiled] Where are you from?
She : Paris [Still smiling]
Me: What do you study?
I barely remember the later details, but it ended a few seconds later. I learned much later why the interaction died off quickly, but at the time, I didn’t care. My mood was immediately elevated; I was overjoyed with my baby step.
A couple of days later I did it again. This time I approached a girl in park reading a boring novel. I number closed her in 3 minutes and never even texted her. I believed in it! I know this works! I was no more standing on the string, but had finally chosen a side. A side I hope will do me good.
For various reasons I was unable to practice game continuously until January 2016 but I spent every spare moment listening and reading about the theories. Some made sense while the rest took more than a simple sniff to register in my head. My biggest problem at that time like any other newbie was approach anxiety. I used to be the quiet one until I was used to being around new friends. I would be too shy to show my real self to avoid being casted as a goofy guy.
I took me some time, but when I got my first date with a tall French girl I was delighted. Her face was only average but the experience was invaluable. The date lasted 45 minutes. I encountered now a new problem, a new challenge to learn to deal with. I could not connect with her at any meaningful level. She decided to leave giving a spurious reason about going to see her cousin. Being Mr. Smart Ass, I complimented her on her beautiful high ass, which only served to make her uncomfortable. I never saw her again after that day. But what a win! Only a couple of years ago I would sweat and shake sitting beside any girl, but that day I just had my first real date. I was proud of myself but I knew I had a long way to go.
I was forced into another layoff and I eventually started hitting the streets back in April 2016. The next three months included lots of ups and downs and I was stuck in ‘beginner’s hell’. I would climb up the ladder with a big grin and suddenly one of the planks would break and I slip. I’d tumble hard to the floor, everything to be redone yet again. It was like a game of snakes and ladders.
Recently, sitting on the side of my bed in a private room in an undisclosed city somewhere in the secluded Balkans, I pondered on my street adventures.
Is not just about the pussy. Game is not what gets you girls, it’s a tool that brings the best out of you to create attraction. A fat slob who plays video games, eats Mr. Potato chips and crashes in his parent’s basement will have a harder time compared to a jacked, well dressed traveler with a moderately interesting hobby. I had a better life that those unworthy nerds when I started learning game. It did not take me a long time to understand that getting pussy is proportional to your inner quality. Finding a dressing style that suited my personality, learn new skills, read more, get an interesting hobby and last but not least lift weights. Only then game really comes in. Using your charisma and wittiness, you will have a better time creating attraction.
It’s a lonely world.
Yes it really is, and some people can’t take it.
I am a day gamer. Hitting the streets, sometimes for hours and hours, early afternoon to late evening can take the toll on you. Sometimes you will meet guys with the same aim as you. Some of them will be inspirational, some will just pull you down.
I once met a fat overweight guy from a local forum. Another time I had a guy asking me to send a face picture to him. I don’t have any word to describe these guys. On the other hand, I have meet some amazing guys. Like the Lithuanian guy in Vilnius who showed me around his city and with whom I still keep in touch. I also made friends with Jimmy Jambone during my trip to Serbia. At the end of the day, these guys will come and go, and you will still end up alone. Brace for it!
For a one-off new year special, I’m writing to you guys about a subject which is brushed under the carpet in this “manosphere” community. It’s one of the many reasons why I stopped actively contributing to the blog and subsequently stopped involving myself in discussions on forums and social media. To be fair, I haven’t read a lot (well, any) of the content that you guys read these days so it may have been covered a bit more in recent times. Even so, the point I want to make remains and isn’t discussed nearly enough.
This is a follow up to a post I made on my own blog last week. Since making the post I have had quite a few emails disagreeing with what I said. No problem there, but I get the sense there is some misinformation flying around in the pickup community in terms of what r/K selection actually is. It’s very clear from those emails, and conversations I have had with other bloggers, that the pickup guys see r/K selection as:
R-Providing ‘alphaness’, having multiple partners ———– K-Being the beta ‘chode’ who provides the wallet.
Further, three of the emails I received said something along the lines of ‘what’s the point in being K selected or getting a K selected girl, when as soon as they have a baby, they get rid of you because they don’t need your wallet anymore’.
This is a misunderstanding of selection theory of such staggering proportions, there is no excuse. It’s people making up theories after reading half a Wikipedia page and then propagating them on the internet.
First off the bat, r/K has absolutely nothing to do with being alpha. This idea that the K’s are the beta chodes is preposterous. Donald Trump is an example of someone who is both high Alpha and High K.
Secondly, this idea that K women will gleefully turn over their men for single motherhood and Government money is pure fantasy. Having no requirement for the father of your children to stick around is pure r selection.
So you can read the post on my blog, but the main points are thus:
| Rabbits (R Selected) | Wolves (K Selected) | |
| Clean Living | They don’t live long. It could all be over in a moment when the fox comes. They live in the moment. | They have to look after themselves. They have to stay alive to hunt and raise their young properly. They necessarily must look after themselves. |
| Planning | Small amygdala. Short life span, high predation, abundance of resources (grass will never run out). No need or capability for long term planning | Larger amygdala. Longer life span. They are predators so they have to earn their food. It doesn’t literally grow on trees. They have to not have too many children. Food is scarce. |
| Family | Low investment in children. They have many and at an early age too since they get eaten. They don’t put much investment in rearing since all they have to learn is how to run and chew. | High investment in children. They have less so they have to put more effort into protecting and preparing them. They have to teach them how to hunt. Children and mating are serious decisions for the K selected. |
| Quality | Rabbits don’t compete for resources. Grass is everywhere. A quality mate doesn’t matter. Just need a pulse. | Wolves see the value in quality. A quality wolf wins out over a shabby one. A better hunter, more intelligent. The female wolf picks a quality mate. |
You can see that K’s are pre-occupied with quality and stability. They need good strong family ties in order to get the best possible results for their children. They also need to put more attention towards their children because they have so few of them.
This idea that my K selected girlfriend would throw me over in a heartbeat as soon as the baby is born is lunacy. She knows that losing a stable, quality family environment would be a catastrophic dis service to our child. She knows the best people to keep around her children are it’s mother, father and grandparents. The reason is that those people are the ones who have the most direct and closest genetic link and the most genetic investment. K selected skirt doesn’t have any interest in Government money and chasing hypergamous desires. They simply take their time, make good decisions and stick to them.
A further observation on r/K selection is the link to politics. Now, if you want to find out more about this, then I highly, highly recommend you listen to some of the Freedomain Radio podcasts on ‘The Gene Wars’. I had previously made a loose connection between r/K selection, statism and freedom, but talk about a home run, Stefan Molyneux takes it to the next level and knocks the ball out of the park, to the moon, and then calls the stadium onto the park to conga his way around the diamond to his home run.
But here’s my condensed thoughts, note I am going to do a much fuller blog post on this some time in the next few weeks, so I’ll keep it brief here:
With expanding Democratic Socialism comes booming R selection. R selects breed against a back drop of high availability of resources, low family values and high sense of predation. The state through fiat currency creates an illusion of resources, destroys family values in order to generate dependency, and constantly creates an atmosphere of danger and fear, in order that people will feel that they need state protection.
Benefits culture and single motherhood are one of the signs of this unholy alliance. This idea that the woman doesn’t need a man and that she can raise a child on her own as good as she can with any man because ‘you go girl’, is hard boiled r selected fantasy. Once you’ve seen the near tsunami of statistics that demonstrate that single motherhood is the single cruelest lifestyle you can possibly impose on a child in terms of depriving it off enjoying any kind of start in life, then it’s hard not to see single motherhood as a form of child abuse.
There is often talk in the pickup community around the idea of being a dominant man. A while ago I wrote about my view of this on a dating site (when I was contributing to a friend’s online game book and testing profiles). Close to 20 women messaged me to tell me they loved it. It came up in conversation yesterday and it’s worth a thought for the day on here.
Dominance in a man isn’t about being tough or forceful. A dominant man isn’t the guy who throws the woman on the bed, bosses her around and spanks her. It can be fun sometimes, but it’s not dominance, it’s what the idiot thinks dominance is.
Dominance is your reality over her reality. It is when you have convinced them to them to submit gleefully to your masculine aura. They don’t do as their told through fear, they do as you say because they are in awe of you; you’ve shown them how much obedience turns them on. They trust you and know beyond a shadow of a doubt that their wellbeing is your utmost priority.
I suppose a way I can begin to understand what a women may feel around an awesome man would be if I were to imagine Robert Plant gave me a singing lesson. He’d presumably be dominant in the relationship. Not because he was pushing me around or bullying me or bellowing, but because I’d be in awe of his singing ability and gleefully submit to his dominance. I’d do anything he told me to and it would be a thrill to do so.
A girl with a boyfriend accepted a date with me recently. Taking girls off their boyfriends is something I accept as a necessary part of getting hot women. So going spending my time with attached women is no big deal to me. I often pick them up and I often fuck them.
So it got me thinking. Especially when you’re with a girl who is ‘taken’, how do you know if you’re getting somewhere or you’re just an orbiter?
I just know. I am semi natural, semi learned. Incidentally I hear a lot of guys say exactly this, but when I press them on it, I find out their ‘natural game’ has bedded them 2 or 3 average women over a few years years. Well… that’s not ‘natural game’, that’s ‘naturally having no game whatsoever’. Game means you get women into bed a lot.
Anway. I was always on it with girls and when I learned game, it gave me a philosophy that explained to me why I had been so successful and an infrastructure to increase the good stuff I did and decrease the bad stuff I had been doing.
As such, being largely natural, I always find it very hard to introspect and create my own structure and science around my experiences. I always ‘just sort of know’, can ‘just sort of tell’. I can read someone else’s method, like the Mystery Method, and quickly get it and approve it or not. I can amend it and assimilate.
In RSG, a lot of the ‘RSG method’ we developed between us all, was the naturals doing things, then one of the learned guys, after watching them and introspecting, would come back a few days later with a breakdown and a rationale. (Repeat that process ad nauseam over 4 years in a big house in London and people start to get pretty good).
So I messaged out to a few of the old boys yesterday ‘how do you spot you’re an orbiter’ and these are some of the returns.
Convo time (John Wisdom)
When does she talk to you or meet you? Is it at moments when her time is at a premium or just when you fit in? If she finds time for you when it’s premium time, then you’re less likely to be an orbiter.
Now it depends on the girl as to what her idea of premium time is. You might have to work that out for yourself. If she is a bit of a party chick and she is text conversing with you a lot when she’s on most of her nights out, then you can maybe take it as a good sign.
When she has a choice between you and something she finds value in – does she choose you?
Sex talk (Lee)
An obvious one from Lee, but he made a good, further point. How does she react to flirtation and direct sex talk? Does she go with it or shut it down?
It’s dead easy. I test girls with boyfriends by saying things like ‘With a brain like mine our kids would be unbeatable. And with a body like yours, I’d be encouraged to make a lot of them’.
Then I just watch to see how she reacts. I’m telling her that not only is she going to give her precious eggs up for my genes (a thought she’d has a visceral reaction to if she didn’t fancy me)… but that I’m going to fuck her repeatedly AND it’s what I really want to do.
If she likes it, smiles, laughs, plays along, then you’re likely in a green zone.
If she blocks this kind of talk with ‘why would you say that’ or ‘that’s not funny’ ‘Ugh, don’t be weird’ or any answer that shuts down this kind of avenue, then you may be outside her sexual radar.
One way favours (Bojangles)
This one is brilliant. I’ve done this so many times. I knew what I was doing, but at the same time I didn’t know why I was doing it. I would never have put my finger on it.
Does she do you mundane or inconvenient favours for thanks or even no thanks?
Example. Within two weeks of knowing my girlfriend JJ, I gave her a cumbersome, awkward job to do for me, which would also cost her £10. She did it enthusiastically. I needed the job doing, but I can see how I was automatically testing her for her willingness to please me. I was trying to work out if I was on the radar or not.
My job for her incidentally was to post me back to the UK some clothes I couldn’t fit in my suitcase. A boring chore which would take time and effort and cost postage.
So see if she is willing to put herself out for you. Will she surrender her time to something non glamorous, just to please you. This is what girls do for men who they want to fuck.
Flakey (John Bodi)
A good one from Bodi. If she is happy to let you down and it’s not unusual for her to do so, then you’re just not important to her. When a girl likes a guy, everything takes a back seat. Being late is one thing, but general flakiness, last minute cancellations, last minute changes to plans, all signs you’re just a side portion in her eyes.
Some girls, Bodi says, like to collect orbiters. They are super friendly up front to tease them in, then pull themselves away. I’ve never experienced this, because I am cool as fuck and I wear a leather jacket and ripped jeans. But I take his word for it. It’s probably happened to him loads of times.
Being introduced to her friends as a friend (sigh…’ The Sundance Kid’)
We have to call him the Sundance Kid now. He should have chosen a proper name the first time round, rather than his real one. That might have been a good idea. Now we have to get used to not only calling him a new name, but a long winded one at that.
Anway, Sundance suggested two signs.
One, she pains to introduce you as a friend to other people. She wants to make it clear she is not romantic with a low value fuckwit like yourself.
He goes one step further and points out, if she has a boyfriend and she is happy to introduce you to her friends at all, then you’re not someone she wants to be discreet about. So don’t go buying and rubbers any time soon.
If anyone has any more, let us know.
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