Weeding out the rotten maginas from the Manosphere:1 by 1,slowly but surely.
With each passing week,I keep having questions about Manosphere:
Dudes who claim that they pull ass;yet have not 1 iota of proof to back their shit up.
So I firstly have to give much Alpha props to PUA’s and seduction coaches like Krauser,Naughty Nomad,Burto,Jesse Charger,my co-author Chelios,etc.
Why?
Because they actually lead Rockstar lifestyles!
And they have no qualms about documenting their in-field experiences(via photos & vid’ clips).
Don’t blog about banging an HB10,yet you have no photo of that HB10.
Sure!Anyone can download a random photo of some hot chic and claim that she’s the HB they’d laid.
But honestly,I doubt a dude would take pride in doing that.
For the guy who thinks it’s unethical:just censor the fucking face!!!
Gmac does it at times(he’d censor the girl’s face whenever he uses her pic).
Also,too many friggin’ dudes in the Manosphere “Claim” that they have “Game” & skills at picking up chics;yet we can’t see them in fucking action via photo/video clips!!
I have to credit my boy Soloist for making power moves when it comes to video clips of picking up hotties.
And he also called me out on Twitter about this a few months ago lol.
He wanted pic’ or vid’ proof of feat or defeat in the field.
Since then,I’d created my Youtube Video Channel dedicated to picking up women and pick-up advice.
A lot of these manginas,condescending pricks like Mentu talk shit;but most likely have ZERO Game.
And let’s get this clear:it’s not only about women.
As advanced PUA’s and coaches like I am,we’ve arrived at a realization juncture,that one should have a life separate from chasing pussy.
As we teach in the seduction community:women are highly attracted to men who lead and live attractive lifestyles.
However,95% of the dudes/bloggers in the Manosphere have no life!!
How do I know this?
They never post shit of “Attraction Value” as far as lifestyle is concerned!!
•A guy who goes swimming(as a hobby or fitness).
•A guy who goes to the fitness gym.
•A guy who’s into some sport[like my boy Stealth PUA of Japan & Chelios of London,who are into Soccer].
•A guy who goes hiking,rock climbing,mountain biking(assuming he lives in a region/area conducive to that).
•A guy who cycles(biking).
•A guy who jogs his area[emphasis on fitness once again].
•A guy who parties,go clubbing,bar hopping,etc.A classic socialite or someone with a social life.
•As much as I detest animals(predominantly dogs),a guy who takes his pet(s) for morning/afternoon strolls at the park(women find this attractive).
•A guy who travels the globe.Even regionally or nationally;as long as he travels.
•A guy who studies foreign languages.
•A guy who’s into some sort of contact sport(boxing,MMA,wrestling,etc.).
I’ve been boxing for over 7 years now[however on and off LOL].
•A guy who does nothing. •A guy whose day consist of work,playing video games,watching movies,then to bed. •A guy who blogs all day(from a desktop that is). I blog from my mobile phone 100% of the time.I’ve actually NEVER written an article from a computer before(since bloggin).Believe it Brodie. Therefore,I can be on the go,yet blog during intervals[same as a guy can from his laptop while traveling]. •A guy who stays home and watch sports or porn all day(on his day off). •A guy who essentially lives for working.From work to home. •A guy who lives on a routine.Which 99% of the time;it’s a boring,monotonous routine(which no chic in her right mind would want any part of). I say all this to say;the Manosphere is littered with guys who have no life,no social life,no social skills,no skills nor experience with picking up women. And it makes the real ones look bad! Your average-Manosphere bloggers/Gamer,is without a doubt your average couch-potato/key-board jockey(as we’d say in the pick-up community): ala Roissy. They talk/write a good one;but they can’t back that shit up!! It’s equivalent to a guy who has all the book/documentary knowledge of boxing. He can illustrate how to throw the most crisp straight-right in the world… He can tell you which round it was that Buster Douglas knocked out Mike Tyson(although he wasn’t even born in the 80′s). Yet,he never stepped foot in the fucking ring [SMFH]! He’s afraid to lace up those gloves actually[equivalent to AA-approach anxiety]. And when he does get propelled or called out(to enter the field/ring),he gets knocked out by a guy who knows nothing about boxing. That is the dichotomy of the average-Manosphere blogger/seducer. He has all the right knowledge in the universe about seducing women:but he CANNOT and does NOT apply them in field! And when a guy like I am calls them the fuck out:I get labeled a nuisance,traitor,asshole,black-sheep,a troublesome nigger who’s stirring shit up as usual… Believe me:the Manosphere do NOT want me around. They do not need a dude stirring shit up who’s gonna call their asses out whenever he smells a rotten fish. I’m the Manosphere’s true nightmare.Not Femin-Nazism!!! It takes a dude on the inside to root out the frauds from the inside. Consider me the Manosphere’s clean-up guy. Just as the Italian Mafia had their specific henchman who weeded out and snuffed out all the undercover rats. I’ve been exposing and weeding out all the Manosphere weaklings,Betas pretending to be Alphas,dudes with NO Game(just book knowledge),and no real-world experience in applying them. So this is why fags like Professor Mentu,Roissy & FFY will forever be envious of guys who actually live the lifestyle that they write about. 99% of the Manosphere Gamers tweet about:Game philosophy,online gaming and irrelevant soundbites from each other. None of them tweet about how much of a productive day they had @ the gym,Football practice,dance class,bi-lingual studies,street pick up,good night @ the club,getting hammered,traveling on the road(on the exception of The Alpha Persona,who talks shit on Twitter at times,but that’s for another article). On the contrary,when I,or fellow pick-up artists tweet,it’s either about a massively great time @ the club,dancing and seducing hot chics tryna pull a one-night stand… Or about doing street pick up/cold approaches and shooting in-field videos of picking up women. Or that I’ve resumed boxing class and I’m tryna game some hottie doing aerobics while I spar… So a grand contrast between PUA’s and Manosphere. Pick-Up Artists actually lives a rockstar lifestyle and actually have a life outside of chasing pussy. Manosphere dudes have no life apart from keyboard jockeying all day. And my un-official duty will forever be to weed out the fakes,and hope we can attract some actual Gamers into the Manosphere. My parting message to those Manosphere manginas:Get The Fuck Off The Couch!! Peace out!! It’s 1 A.M. (Saturday morning), just strolling in from my grandma’s. Had few Coors Lights so I’m a bit tipsy as I scribe this report [excuse the slurs].
*After some more fluff about lottery and music, the ‘USUALS’ started rolling in, giving me some shitty looks as if I was intruding on their territory. Scanned my periphery and noticed my original target [the 8] sitting alone at a table bobbing her head to the music. At that point, I ramp my social skills up a notch so she sees what a cool/social guy I was. So I engaged the sexier bartender and the lotto-girl in a 3-way chat about beers. *Took a swig of the Coors, glanced over and locked eyes with the target. We locked eyes for about 1.5 seconds (which is pretty fucking long). I was surprised and impressed that she didn’t look away instantly as she was caught staring and gazing at me. That was all I needed to see to know that it was ‘ON’ like Donkey Kong, and she was liking the merchandise [IOI central]. *5 minutes later, I still hadn’t approached her (kept building social proof by she seeing me chatting with other girls). I wanted to be social proofed out the ass!!! *Ok it’s time. Enough of the preliminaries and eye contact. We locked eyes again, so I approached her table. I could overhear few guys talking shit as if they were rooting for me to get an epic rejection [Haters]! *I thought of a quick opening line[canned or what?], then decided to go with a situational opener (opener based on what’s happening around us). Perfect on-the fly opener came to me in a nano-second as I strolled over to her: Me: [with a cocky, sly smile]“So…just let me know straight up. You like what you see or not”? HB8: [Giggles and laughs. I actually didn't expect this reaction] “What are you talking about”? Me: “Come on SMH: don’t play smart now. I see you checking me out all night. You must like what you see”. HB8: [More laughter] “I was actually looking at the girl next to you scratching all those lotto tickets”. [Of course I knew it was instant bullshit]. Me: “There wasn’t no chic next to me. Let me find out you were checking out that old-sleazy guy over there lol”. HB8: [Laughs hysterically]…”. I can’t remember what else was said verbatim (word for word). But I rolled off on a good note (leaving her giggly) with all my cock-funny shit. Reason for me rolling off is “pick-up 101″: didn’t want to come off as needy, or as if I was gonna be hounding her all night like a loser. So, by rolling off, it intrigued her and subcommunicated to her that I was a Man of Substance. *Went outside, fiddled with my iPhone a bit and tweeted what was going down [Soloist knows what's up], re-entered the bar, chat up 1 of the bartenders and some dude next to me. HB8 looking bored as hell (most likely wondering why I bounced and wishing I’d return). So I went back over to her. This time, I knew that she wouldn’t mine if I stay longer, so I said to her:“pass me the other chair so I can sit. That’s pretty rude that you didn’t even suggest I sit”.. So that was 1 of my techniques of putting the girl on the spot. *We sat and chatter for about 45 min., with me of course occasionally getting up and leaving for a minute or two to take a piss and chat up some other girls (to let her know that she had to work for my ass to stay). HB8: “I’ve been coming to this bar for the past 2 months but never seen you”. HB8: [She hits me on my shoulder/IOI] “These guys here are boring. I sat all night bored”. [Her way of letting me know she's available and wanted more stimulation]. *Holy shit!!!! This chic had a whole bottle of Smirnoff Vodka for herself [damn she strong]! She told me it was for her and her date. That’s when I figured someone was to meet her. I busted on her about her date standing her up or that we should leave and hide from him. Flirt meter is on maximum right now! *We talked about drinking, who could handle the most: women or men, she mentioned that she “ loves to dance and sweat out the alcohol ” [sweating indicates hot-steamy sex to me], then we had a damn-near 10 minutes dialogue on Body Piercings. Said she always wanted a tongue ring [oral baby], I fibbed and told her that I have one, so come closer to see it [but I never followed through]. Then she said, “ What about other piercings like below? “.Woa!!! After telling her I love to see piercings “downtown”, she hits me in a playful-flirty manner[IOI]… *Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda moment: At that juncture (after she hits me, laughing about pussy-lip piercing, I could’ve gone in for the kiss-close make out right on the spot [fuck man!!]. *She invited me to go clubbing with her later on after the bar. I declined. Why? I’m not accompanying any girl to the club, to then get lost in the charged atmosphere . If I met her at the club: then cool, I have to seduce her there”. But I felt it would’ve been a step backward to take her clubbing. Fuck clubbing! I wanna take her home! *It’s almost an hour later and her would-be date hadn’t arrived [I knew it was bullshit. She was basically tryna convince me that she was highly desired by men]. I decided it was time to get her #: Me: “So are you allowed to give out your #? I mean it’s OK if you can’t. I really wouldn’t want your secret-husband to find out that a sexy guy like me was tryna seduce his wife”. HB8: “LHAO you are funny. I don’t have a husband nor anyone to answer to “. Me: “It betta not be a fake # or I’m gonna spank that ass! I’m gonna call it right now to confirm, so tell me the truth now if it’s a fake. I won’t be mad at you if it is”. HB8: “LHAO it’s not a fake. Call it right now-I bet you”! BTW, that’s a little trick I learned years ago from a natural [calling her bluff by threatening to call her on the spot]. *The # was official (as expected). I told her to “put a sexy name with my # in your phone. Something like Sexy K”. *As much as I’m down for banging her right away, I had to run some errands for my grandma before it got too late [DAMN!!!]!!! Told her that I was leaving her to the fun & interesting guys since I was obviously making her bored [I was basically rubbing it in since I knew I was the most interesting and ballsy guy in the bar. Ok I know that sounds condescending but...]. *10 minutes later, I sent her a text message telling her to enjoy at the bar and the club later on. And that I might just meet up with her at the club [which I didn't mean by the way]. 1. Before I approached, I craftily made sure she seen me chatting to other girls and guys. This made her see that I was Social, Safe & Well-Liked . By approaching with this groundwork set: there’s no way on Earth she would’ve rejected me. This is the essence of social-circle game. I was virtually rejection-proof at that point! 2. I approached her confidently and cocky. Not giving a shit to offend by assuming she was checking me out. Assumption openers are my favorite. 3. I False-Time Constraint. That’s pick-up community jargon for positioning your body as though you’re about to leave, or not intending to stay long. So instead of grabbing a chair and sit right away, I acted as if I was leaving, continued chatting then went back to the bar counter. 4. I kept getting up, kept chatting to other women in the venue. Other guys would’ve been glued to the seat all night, giving her undivided attention (which she doesn’t deserve at that point). 5. My vibe said to her that in order to keep me chatting with you,you’re gonna have to work harder and show more interest in me . By getting up continuously, it says to her subconscious that she’s boring me, and I’m not that into her. That would then trigger her to show more interest by subtle signs [IOI's].In turn, what did she do when I sat back down? She showed more interest in me by smiling more, laughing more, subconsciously turning her body towards me more, flirting more, talking more, asking more questions… 6. I teased her a lot, busted on her, laughed at her…I basically had an IDGAF persona. Obviously, that made her more interested in me [Krauser PUA is good at this.] 7. I never rushed for her phone #. I could’ve done what most guys would: nervously talk to her for half a minute via boring questions. Ask for her # (without any attraction), get the fake # then leave. Or if she does give a real #, she would just not answer whenever he calls. By me getting her # almost an hour down the road: it was guaranteed to be a REAL #, and we would’ve had more rapport and connection. 2.) I didn’t suggest we bounce together for a walk or something. I stayed too fucking long in the same location! 3.) As the first mistake pointed out: I could’ve been more sexual, more touchy, and went for the kiss as I noticed she was opened for it. Hey Solo, I know you said on Twitter that you wanted some pic’ proof. Stay tuned bro’! She couldn’t dance worth shit Hey guys, this post has been revised with some more details and added tags and stuff which I didn’t include prior. I’m gonna be rambling a lot in this post about my observations at the club the other night. Everything from how cut-throat club gaming can be for some guys. And successful for others. It was a wicked night for me (in a good sense)as far as fun goes. Ok lets’ get started: Arrived early as usual to get comfortable in the venue while there’s less people. Holy shit!!! The joint was already packed at 12 A.M.!!! Out the damn window goes my plan of trying to beat the crowd to gain a foot-hold of comfort. Good thing my state was already pumped since I’d gamed 3 girls 10 minutes earlier. All bars were over crowded from every friggin’ angle. I literally waited 45 minutes trying to get drinks shouting at the bartenders! Got fed up of standing around like an AFC so I yelled to a guy infront of me, “Hey order me a water and Redbull and I’ll buy you a drink too”. He was way ahead of me dealing with the bartender so I saved another 45 minutes by doing that. Met up with the boys/wingmen; we hi-fived. The water & Redbull in hand made me stand out frrom 99% of the guys getting wasted. Oh, but this’ a major part of my club game; girls would open me with slick comments, “why are you drinking soda in a club”? As usual, it happened last night but I ignored the 2-set of undesirables by walking off. Spotted my biological sister Pepper [her pseudonym]. She asked me to buy her a juice(OJ). Damn!!! Definitely dont want HB’s in the peripherary seeing me buying drinks like an AFC. But I said to myself, “my sister’s super hot (a 10). Why not borrow her for some social proof”? I know that sounds devilish but(lol)… Anyway, we paraded to the bar hugged up looking like a couple. Little do they know this’ my big sister. Noticed an HB10 & 9.5 two set eyeing me subtly as I rolled off from my sis’. Approached the 2 set with an opener on the fly, “which 1 of yall is the best dancer”? Music so damn loud, I had to break a community rule by leaning in (pecking). Stepped on the target’s foot inadvertently. Dance with both of them. They’re sisters actually from Jersey vacationing here since the Summer. Some guy had enough balls or alcohol to approach the set. He managed to get the other sister’s attention. Could’ve been a guy they knew. I rolled out after dancing for 3 minutes in order to not look too needy. Plus I wanted to work the room. Im at a in my life where Im more focused on social-circle gaming opposed to snagging a lone wolf for the lay. Plus I’ve been in an LTR of 2 years so f-closing isnt my primary goal. strolling pass the bar, Im well peacocked as usual with beeded necklace and a colorful-type feathered necklace. HB 9 with huge tits taps me on the arm from about 5 yards away and smiled. I figured she was probably a gold-digger fishing for drinks so I just shrugged her off with a forced smile. Hi-fived some random guys passing. 1 of them engaged me, telling me about how wasted he is. Back to the center of the dance floor. 2 chubby girls dancing erratically as if at a parade high off something. My policy is, “chat up everyone”. So I grabbed their hands and said something neggish (can’t remember what). 1 of them felt offended and pulled away with a sour face. The hotter one was all into me. She had an English/UK accent which I find annoying and sexy at the same time. Rolled off! Bumped into the 2 set of HB10′s again from Jersey. Me: “Hey let’s dance [I never ask nor verbalize it, but I did this time]. HB10 (the target): “What!? Cant hear you”!! Ok cool, so I just started grinding her thighs from the side. So fucking semi-drunk guy approaches us and fucks up the set & the vibe. Chic chats to the drunk guy while I grind her. I could’ve pulled her away to isolation but… Drunk guy tries AMOG me and saying that the chicc doesnt want to dance with me. She gets annoyed by him and starts a mini-argument so I rolled off. Spots a chubby girl from New York who I knew from back-in-the day. Chatted and danced. She couldn’t dance so I rolled off. HB10 almost knocks the drink out my hand trying to get away from some player-type guy. She apologized, we chatted and danced, fount out she’s from St. Thomas U.S. Virgin Islands. Some guy external interrupts. She Told me it’s her brother(lol). I roll off. For the guys saying, “why the fuck are you rolling off from all those sets”!? Remember guys, I was not looking to f-close nor # close anyone. So no point in building a connection, etc. My game over he past 2 years has been foused on being “more social”. If the lay comes-I’d take it! Chat up a 2 set: 1 chubby, the other slim. Me: “You look pretty shy. Im tempted to loosen you up”. Made mistake of ignoring the friend so the HB8 gave me a subtle fuck-off via body language and facial expression. HB8: “I’m always shy. Can’t be loosen”. I stalled so rolled off. Bumped into HB again I knew from New York: Me: “Whats up”? HB NYC: “Tryna buy a drink but I must be invisible; cant get through”. I went AFC’ish and tried getting bartender’s attention by damn near crawling over the counter. Why did I do this? Dont know but it was very fucking try-hard and DLV’d me. Random guy from across the bar motions to her with his hand as if to say to her, “do you want a drink”? She nods head in affirmative. He buys her drink then bring it over. HB NYC @ me: “I got my drink so thanks for trying to get the bartender’s attention”. I tried play it off, “Nah I was getting a drink for myself mainly”. Bullshit!!!! A buddy comes to me: Wingman: “Hey Yata (my local nickname), I’m looking for this bad-ass chic wearing…….but I cant find her”. He was actually gaming the same HB10 from New Jersey I danced with earlier. But she got pulled by some Don Juan-type natural. Damn, my wingman getting schooled by the natural; even though my wing’s a natural gamer also like the Don Juan guy. 5 minutes later,spotted Jersey 2 set with the smooth natural. Informed my wingman so he rolls over but the other natural guy seemed to have her hooked already. So he isolated her. Damn he got isolation game for not being a community guy. Wing is pissed off. Ran into HB9 St. Thomas again who told me the guy who interrupted was her brother. We danced, I complimented her (direct game which I never do). Took a sip of her cocktail. Some random-fucking guy again interrupts. They hugged so they obviously knew each other. I rolled out instead of standing there like a clown while she chats with the acquaintant. Approached a lone wolf HB10 in the face but 8 in the body. Danced for a minute without saying a word to her. HB10: “Who said I wanted to dance”? Ignored her comment and kept grinding her while holding her around the waist. Her comment was flirty opposed to bitchy so it was all good. Fount out she was from Dominica. Not Dominican Republic, but another Caribbean island with the same name but English speaking. Rolled off. Entered a dancing-mixed set. Grabbed onto a model-figure chic who was about 6’3. She looked back as if to see who the hell was grinding her: ugly or cute. I guess she thought I was ugly so she moved away. How embarrassing but I kept cool as a cucumber. It’s near 5 A.M., heading for the exit. My cousin Tawana from NYC grabs me and introduced me to her friend; and HB10. We took group pics’. I said to the HB10, “Make sure you post them on Facebook”. I had the perfect logistics to seduce her since my cousin introd’ us but I was mentally drained at that moment to game anyone. Headed for the exit. Opened an HB7 with huge tits in a 2 set with a silly opener on the fly. Me: “Hey I spotted your boyfriend dancing with some girl. You should get revenge by us dancing”. I never expected this could-be fallacious opener to hook. I just did it to be an asshole while leaving the venue. But the HB7 grabs me and starts grinding me. Wow-openers really don’t matter in clubs. All about body language projection. My cousin took some pics of me grinding the 7. She shies away from the cam so I bounced. HB-Dominica outside the club being chat up by some smooth-looking guy. Me: “Hey partner, she’s a good girl. Take care of her”. Taps him on the shoulder then bounced. The HB10 from Jersey I was dancing with earlier whom my wingman was gaming, was standing arm in arm kissing with the Alpha-natural dude who out gamed my wing. Wow, this is really battle of the fittest. Strongest survives. Strongest gets laid. I learned a lot from the other night at the Lyme nightclub. 1) Other guys are waiting in the cut for you to open a girl(s) to seize the opportunity to capitalize off you gaming her. 2) Girls are fucking friendly and social. Every girl I chatted up communicated with me. 3) Girls like audacity & balls. Just dance with her- don’t ask! 4) Longer you chat or dance with her on the spot, greater chance of some random guy interrupting. So it’s advantageous to venue change, or isolate instantly!!! My wing, who usually does great, got fucked over by opting to chat up the girl at the bar instead of pulling her to isolation at the lounge or outside. All in all, I had massive fun even though it didn’t result in a lay; mainly ’cause I didn’t push for it. Check out this related post which deals with dance-floor gaming,etc.bySoloist 2.0 http://thesoloist1.wordpress.com/2011/11/11/a-simple-tip-that-will-help-your-game-by-9000/ Peace out!
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Bar-Girl Field Report Broken Down
*Outside the bar, spotted a sexy 8 entering the joint solo. I rolled in 5 minutes later, went to the bar, bantered with the sexy-hired gun [bartender] about the crappy-ass music they were playing [building social proof for the 8 to see]. Tried convincing her to give me a free drink to no avail [at least I tried lol]. Struck up a little fluff-talk convo with another HB8 on the stool beside me: “Don’t tell me you’re addicted to that too [she was playing 1 of those scratch-lottery thingy]“? She blurted out “No”!
Me: [Her interest level skyrocketing] “Actually I seen you the other week and wanted to approach but you had an army of guys swarming you. IDK if they were your bodyguards but I didn’t wanna get beat up”.
Now, I know to guys who have no Game, or to the feminists, that’s tantamount to molestation and sexual harassment, by making out with a strange girl at a bar. But to a pick-up artist and a woman in heat: that’s perfectly acceptable dammit!! She craves for a guy who can be that bold to seize the fucking moment. However, I bitched out on the moment to grab her and tongue her down [SMDH].
The key points in last night’s pick-up were these:
1.) I didn’t touch her often enough [KINO]. Somehow, I felt a bit too pussy to get more physical as usual [I should've went Arab Game on her]. My field report from the club
