First up, let me apologise to those guys who have sent me coaching emails. I have many to respond to, all read but not yet replied. I’ve been fairly ill this last month and I have not really been up to par on many days. Added to that, guys, Birmingham is just a shit hole. Total utter wank. It would be a horrendous waste of time to bring anyone here. In 3.5 months I have had my head turn maybe 3 times. I was in Victoria’s Secret at the weekend with JJ and aside form her, there was not one skirt in the whole shop you would actually want to see wearing that underwear, including the sales assistants.
The majority of people that inhabit Birmingham are what even I’d consider to be the underclass. Most brought in from third world countries. Now I’m from a council estate in Burnley. Let that sink in. Birmingham is that bad that a shit kicker from a council estate in Burnley thinks it’s a crap hole. Seriously, for me to invite anyone here would just be a waste of their time and money. Cheltenham last winter was a different story. I had about 5 different guys with me there, but Chelts is a nice town and there’s a big girls college there, so it’s just cleaner, more youthful and a generally much nicer place. Here in Brum, I try not to leave the house. I spend my days playing piano, watching hockey and cooking with JJ.
But it cannot go unnoticed that we’re the majority of the way though the anti-season, aren’t we? I’m more than half of the way through my contract now, so it will be very soon time for me to start firming up my summer plans and I’ll be able to make a dent in that bulging post bag. This being the case, informal seeds are now being sown and casual chatter now made across the web of the now far flung former mansion residents regarding who is doing what this summer. Where are we going? Who is up for Moscow? So and so wants to rent a pad in Kiev, are you in? I think this summer may be the one where Mansion 2 gets seeded, somewhere in Europe. I think that would be a good thing on the whole. Round two. ‘This is the good times rolling’, I’ll be saying to the lads as they eyeball me with that blend of scepticism and hope. They won’t particularly believe me, but they’ll join in since they don’t have anything much better to do.
It was during one of these conversations with an ex-mansioner, Dave (who you may know from Bodi’s second book as the mansions resident rock star), that we discussed the state of game in London at the moment. Dave was telling me various negative press on day game doesn’t help what is more and more becoming a buyer’s market.
I’ve never really understood why this hysterical immediate reaction to pick-up. I know the usual objections that are trotted out, it’s predatory, it’s misogyny, it’s weird, it’s manipulative, but these are of course, just epithets. They’re not arguments. Rationally, it just doesn’t make sense. It’s OK for a guy to talk to a girl in a coffee shop or a bar, but in the street it’s *magic wand* ‘predatory’. Its fine to talk to a girl in a bar, but if you do it in a way you know she likes, then that’s not fine, that’s *magic wand* ‘manipulative’. Getting drunk and stumbling home with a girl you barely know is fine, but a DHV is *magic wand* ‘misogyny’.
Something doesn’t add up obviously. This is before any questions or attempt to drill down into the science of it all, just immediate anger and epithets. I could never understand why when I was getting drunk and getting lucky my female housemates thought I was cool, but when I learnt game and I was staying sober and having genuine conversations about family and life goals, scanning for admirable traits and trying to have quality relationships with girls I’d actually want to see again, the girls I knew went absolutely furious and stopped talking to me.
Well now I know.
Firstly and mainly, it’s simply because game puts control in the hands of the man. That’s all it is. The average chode’s way of going to bars, trying hard, working hard to please skirt, buying drinks, supplicating and bumbling around hoping to ‘get lucky’ is all about the girl choosing him.
The haters are not bothered about the value of the interaction, or the integrity of the subsequent relationship, they’re bothered only about who has the power.
Game, unfortunately, puts the man behind the steering wheel of dating and anything that does that will not be tolerated. Threaten women’s interests and they will tantrum to the heavens and white knights will leap on the chance to virtue signal for approval. Game makes men the choosers and women the chosen.
Of course not all women. There are plenty of girls out there who like confident, honest men who know how to take control. They’re the ones we’re all looking for.
There are other reasons of course, one second reason I consider is a little harder to see. It came to me today as I walked through Brum playfully looking to see if I could see a target, were I to have a student with me. I realised that the girls I was looking through, discounting, not even seeing as attractive propositions, well they were all young and no doubt many on the market. They’re used to getting attention, regardless of their low value, from needy chodes hoping to get lucky. Pre-game they are in demand. I realised I had got a case of 7 blindness. Girls who are ‘just OK’ and would 10 years ago have been a decent score, they were all of a sudden relegated to the bargain bin. Those girls I was ignoring no doubt felt they were decent prospects, but game sends them dusty on the shelf. If men cotton on how to get a Ferrari, the demand for Fords plummets.
Game takes away the SMV of the average skirt. They go from being Sgt. Pepper’s re-mastered, in a display case under a spotlight whilst being played over the in store stereo, to ‘Cliff Richard’s Dreamin’’ in the 50p bin.
Girls have had it easy for a long time, as the post feminism age has lowered their charm and widened their waists en masse. Men have had to try ever harder to catch them. Girls have been used to being accepted despite being overweight, bossy and unpleasant. I look at many of my old mates, handsome men with coin and experience dating bossy, angry, sub attractive women.
Needless to say, their girls always have an instinctive mistrust of me.
What happens with game? Well, game puts an immediate onus on looks for a starter. You’re shooting for above average, where before you were bumbling around hoping to get chosen by anyone.
By shooting for above average we began filtering out 50% of the girls on the market. That puts a lot of people out of business, when you do that, they don’t like it.
But more than that, we’ve progressed further. No longer satisfied with looks alone (maybe due to the fact we all worked out about going to Eastern Europe, where great looks are common. Whichever bright spark began that ‘Euro Jaunt’ craze has a lot to answer to) we’re now all talking about r/K selection. In short, we’ll sport the r crowd for notches but we’re all looking for that K to date. We’re all talking about Audrey, virtues, femininity, compassion, actual value and values. We’re genuinely saying ‘aside from your looks, what do you bring to the party’? We’re saying it and we mean it.
‘You’re now also shooting for virtue? It’s not enough we have to be pretty, but we actually now have to be nice to you?!’
There goes much that other 50% of the market.
I think men would be equally outraged if some tactic arose amongst certain women that allowed them to “bat out of their league”. Humans are naturally suspicious that they are getting a raw deal in any marketplace, including the sexual one.
I think you’re over egging the whole “game gives men the choice” idea. Woman still have to pick the aspiring player back. But I think what creates a certain horror is some woman (and white knight men on the sidelines) is that game will give its practitioners more market information. And with that information freely available they (women and white knights) might not get as good a deal as they were expecting. Information is power.
A good analogy of this might be farmers in developing countries getting mobile phones with internet access can find out food commodity prices in markets at town, and can no longer be as easily ripped off by middle men.
Theoretically access to a larger pool of men should help woman too, but I think the way men and women pick each other, men going much more for youth and physical looks (genetic health), means that male returns to wider searchers are higher than those to women.
Basically cheap travel, communication, and game have freed men to some degree from the curse of living in a one horse town, or small social group within a larger city.
I agree with you, I think we’re saying the same thing.
“A good analogy of this might be farmers in developing countries getting mobile phones with internet access can find out food commodity prices in markets at town, and can no longer be as easily ripped off by middle men.”
I think you and Jimmy *are* kind of saying the same thing… and I’d paraphrase it with a reference to the redpill. For me, redpill is about waking up. Game is about men waking up… just like your farmers with cell phones. When I read “The Game,” I started a process that slowly, very slowly, woke me up. I’m still waking up… one epiphany at a time. It’s a long road, but it starts with opening your eyes.
And that is threatening to women — mostly the unattractive, uncharming ones that would like to pussy-bully men as long as they can get away with it. (But even they can’t help but love being properly seduced. There is no such thing as a “feminist” in the bedroom.)
And to white knights/feminist “pets” — as they can’t face the idea of actually having to enter the arena (which is admittedly terrifying and very hard work), so they’ll bite down hard on the bluepill as type of blinders, and hate any dog that has made it off the leash out of what is actually jealousy, but they believe is their own valor and dislike for lawlessness and “manipulation,” etc.
Yes but Jimmy running daygame doesn’t give you anymore choice, or power, if all the girls you approach still turn you down. From my observation this is the case with the majority of guys in the daygame mill. The sexual marketplace requires you to trade value so as a 4/10 boring shallow dude you are not going to be able to pull a vivacious smart 9/10 cat walk model. You can run up to her but she will almost certainly politely tell you to sling your hook.
If you are a man with value however I agree. You can of course also be a chooser in a nightclub, but on the streets you have bypassed all the closed social circles and networks, therefore exponentially increasing your net.
How do you increase your value? That’s a bigger question. In the pua sphere people often get into fitness and diet, read a bit more (on certain topics) & dress better (sort of). However what’s often needed is a full transformation of character.
Agreed with all that and I have witnessed it over the years too. Well like anything, I think it’s a skill you have to get good at/develop value. Once you’re good at game, you’re in a position of choosing more so than the bumbling chode in the bar. You’re approaching, choosing who you approach, aiming higher, filtering the crap etc. But of course you have to get good. You don’t get to join the band until you can play the instrument.
>> We’re all talking about Audrey, virtues, femininity, compassion, actual value and values. We’re genuinely saying ‘aside from your looks, what do you bring to the party’? We’re saying it and we mean it.
>> ‘You’re now also shooting for virtue? It’s not enough we have to be pretty, but we actually now have to be nice to you?!’
Ouuu. Yes. That is what a sense of choice will do for a masculine man.
I’m just in from a big daygame session in Tokyo today… and I saw “femininity” over and over in those sets. So amazing. Yes. That’s what I want.
Or if your like Nick Kraoser you go to Thailand to screw the cheap whores lol. Thats his real game.
He said she shored them Mr Wayne.
Having never banged a whore myself, I’m curious if anyone could chip in on the difference in experience between paying for a whore and getting it for free? Is there a huge difference? Or no noticeable difference at all?
I imagine with paying for a whore she’d just lie there dead eyed corsping out. Maybe some guys wouldn’t care about this, but I feel that this might ruin my enjoyment.
With shoring a whore she’d probably be enjoying it, otherwise why would she be there? Other than some elaborate pitch for a sugar daddy type relationship. But then if you were a whore in asia looking to get a sugar daddy, you surely wouldn’t pick a confident looking bloke like Krauser who looks like he gets laid, you’d pick the sad desperate looking fat lonely american or german with very limited experience of relationships. A confident attractive guy with options would just bin them at the first sign of trouble.
Anyway, if anyone could chip in on the differences in experience between shoring and whoring that would be interesting.
Ignore Deepak Jim, he’s bored and looking for us to bite. He’ll have to wait until summer for it all to kick off again. Probably he’s blog whoring too, but he’s on the wrong blog if he’s looking for traffic! I’ve only only got four readers and he’s one of them.
I’m just replying because the poster brought up something on Krauser’s blog that I was curious about (what shoring actually feels like, and does it fuck with your head).
That isn’t the real Deepak anyway as there is no link to his wordpress blog, and wordpress requires the commentor to enter their password in order to link a comment to a specific other wordpress blog.
You missed a third option, which is if a hooker acts like she’s enjoying it, also known as the ‘girlfriend experience’ by those in the know LoL So you have
1) Hooker who just lies there
2) Hooker who gives you the ‘girlfriend experience’
3) Hooker who has sex with a guy for free presumably for the same reasons as a normal girl
Afraid I cant shed any light from personal experience. As a neurotic individual who doubles washes their hands on coming out of the toilet, the fear of contamination would outweigh any enjoyment from the experience. I did however observe a lot of guys in finance who used hookers regularly (I assume because they had a lot of disposable cash & no time to actually meet or romance any women). Most looked utterly miserable, which gave me the impression it wasn’t that great (these were hookers who 10 years ago were charging £300-500 an hour so they would be classed as ‘high end’ escorts).
haha Jimmy Jambone, a friend of Krausser are you? I know all about you, let me repeat what I written on Krauser Blog:
I just saw Kraussers latest post about Odessa, LOL I have been there and Kiev – I stayed 16 days in Odessa and I put my dirty brown immigrant dick in 32 white women (no paying LOL)
HERE IS MY CHALLENGE, FINAL TIME : I have m0re proove videos from Berlin, many white women under 180 lbs – come and watch them at my bedsit in outer Berlin and we will see who is master.
Deepak Wayne is this the bloke who claimed to have banged 45 Ukrainian women in 90 days ? lol.
Why do I get all the shit? I haven’t posted in ages. I’m retired. I’m an old man. I don’t even know if my dick still works.
Because Nick, you’re a pompous arsehole with no game.
So is Jimmy but he’s not getting shit
I’ll take your pompous arsehole and raise you one insufferable blowhard.
Plus he is shit at game. He’s never actually done a set. They were all actresses, all his infields. He hired 500 actresses. That’s why he had to live with us, he bankrupted himself.
I hear he’s had a sex change these days. Calls himself Selma. Can’t say I am at all surprised.
At least he doesn’t have a farking squirell plastered across his weird shaped head to make it look like he’s got hair!!
I have the ironic misfortune of being shackled to brum with a good job. More than a bit surprised to see you’d spend time here. As a ‘tried real hard and gave up on game’ kinda guy, maybe it’s a sign…
Make a visit buddy. Sean Dyche is a wanker
Also they want to be able to say that the sex “just happened” and when they know how the sausage was made, they can’t do that anymore.