I’d like to add two new objective metrics to the ones we already have, which are the notch, the cost per notch, the true cost per notch, and the flag. Let’s quickly review those existing metrics.

The notch has existed since the dawn of time and is when a man keep tracks of how many vaginas he has penetrated. It’s serves as a quick glance at your game.

The cost per notch (CPN) is when you divide your total dating expenses with the number of girls in that same time period. Here we don’t count the cost of picking up like going to the bar and drinking with friends, but we do count dates with girls you took out but didn’t eventually bang. You’re running weak ass game if your CPN is over $300, and need to push for more one night stands. There was a stretch of six months living in my dad’s basement when I got it down to $40.

If you make the assumption that a man’s existence is solely to fuck and procreate, which I accept, then all of his expenses should count towards notch attainment. This is called the true cost per notch (tCPN). Take your earnings for the year, substract it by how much you saved, then divide the rest by your notches for that year. A stellar true cost per notch is under $2,500. For a man who takes home $35,000 a year after taxes, that’s 14 notches. I have an very low tCPN because my income is also low. I’m on the calorie restriction diet of game.

Finally there’s the flag, which is a notch from a girl born in a specific country. I argue that flags show more skill than the mere notch, but not all flags are created equal. A captured Peruvian flag counts less than a flag from Spain or Italy, for example. An American flag has no value because banging an American girl is too easy compared to girls from other countries.

Note that a guy can have a lot of notches, low cost per notch, and a lot of flags but still bang monsters. These don’t account for quality, and are therefore used for shits and giggles, self motivation, and friendly competition among friends. In other words don’t take these too seriously and always try to fuck hotter girls each year. That said I’d now like to introduce two new metrics:

The Superflag. This is a virgin flag, meaning you banged a virgin from a specific country. Most guys have a virgin flag from their own country, but getting it in another country is incredibly challenging, and nearly impossible while traveling (you need to live abroad to pull this insurmountable feat).

I came up with this metric after I made sweet love to a teenage Colombian virgin.

The Language Notch. This is banging a girl from macking in a foreign language. It’s the hardest metric to attain because you need to learn a new language and then adapt your game to it.

Sometimes the hardest part of getting a language notch is finding a girl who doesn’t speak English, as this was my problem in Rio until I get lucky and met a girl from the south. After getting the three easiest language notches (English, Portuguese, and Spanish), I’m wondering how the hell I’m going to get more. I’d like to have five before I die, so perhaps one more romance language like Italian and then something impossible like Russian where letters are replaced by alien-like symbols.

I’m going to take a hard stance on the language notch. I can’t grant you one if you pick a poor girl from the slums and use mostly sign language to communicate and get the bang. It’s yours only if you build attraction in her language, meaning complete sentences (e.g. making her laugh with an intelligent joke, warming her heart with a story, etc.). If you banged her with your laptop opened to Google Translate a few feet away, I’m sorry but I can’t sign off on that.

One great thing about language notches is that it improves your skill all around because you master the non-verbal aspects of game like body language and tonality, and you’re called upon to get more done while saying less. It’s a very reliable indicator of your skill, so much so that if you have at least three langauge notches I ask that you get in touch with me so I can pick your brain a little.

A lot of haters criticize the shallow lifestyle of banging a lot of women, but mostly because of game I speak three languages, and a ton of other guys are learning languages as well to get with foreign women. It’s ironic that many guys into game are ten times more cultured and worldly than their feminist cunt haters whose only skill is paper pushing.

Alright to review, here’s our collection of objective metrics:

• Notch
• Cost Per Notch
• True Cost Per Notch
• Flag
• Superflag
• Language Notch

In the end the game should be fun, and that’s what these metrics are.

A tough question is when people ask me why I’m in South America. The answer I feel most comfortable with is a three page manifesto, but is it really that complicated?

While the South American way of life in different than in America, my way of life doesn’t change much from country to country…

11am: Rise and shine
2pm: Coffee shop to sit in front of laptop for several hours
7pm: Gym, grocery store visit, or various chores
9pm: Cook dinner then jerk around on internet, watch movies, or go out

This is the routine that keeps me productive and happy no matter where I’m at. It’s not glamorous but it fits me well, and only a couple parts of it will change in foreign countries. They are:

1. Language. Obviously there are communication issues but to me that’s a fun challenge that exercises my brain. Neutral effect.

2. Money. I experience considerable cost savings by living in South America where I have to work much less for a lifestyle of leisure and chasing tail. Positive effect.

3. Family. Our lives are finite and every month I don’t spend with them is another month that is basically gone forever, so that does bother me a bit. Negative effect.

4. Coffee shops. In South America you can’t really spend four hours after only buying a cup of tea. So I look for corporate places like McCafe and Starbucks where the staff doesn’t care. (In Rio the mall in Leblon has comfortable sofas with free internet.) Neutral effect.

5. Grocery stores. They do not have the incredible selection that American stores have. The grocery store nearest me doesn’t have broccoli, cauliflower, lemons, and any kind of berry, for example. Negative effect, but honestly my life isn’t too different if I can’t eat broccoli and strawberries.

6. Going out. The point of going out is to bond with other guys, drink, and get laid. The guys I meet here are more like short-term buddies than the deeper friendships I have at home; the alcohol is more substandard (caipirinha with turpentine cachaça anyone?); and of course the girls are from a different planet.

Is my life different if I’m actively spending time with a South American girl that treats me like a king and is hyper-feminized? Yes, I believe so.

Recently I was at a bar with my Danish roommate and there were three Australian girls around us getting aggressively gamed by four Brazilian guys. During that time they kept looking over. I had a hunch that they wanted us to “save” them.

Next thing we know the girls moved right beside us to where one of them was brushing against my arm.

“Looks like you guys have a fan club,” I said, without any emotion.

“Oh my god these guys won’t leave us alone!”

“Well if you keep talking to them then they’re going to think you like them.” I found it hard to believe that they didn’t understand this simple concept.

“Can you help rid of them for us?”

“You seem like big girls I think you can do it.”

Then the other one looked at me and said, “Don’t be such a big jerk!”

This very brief exchange showed issues that I don’t experience with South American women. First, they’re attention whores that are stringing along other guys just for kicks. Fights between horny drunk guys usually start because of girls like these. Second, they’re testing me to see if I’ll save them within only 15 seconds of talking to them. And third, they’re displaying a snappy attitude that is more suited for debating than romance. Don’t test me or ask me for premature favors and then get an attitude when I don’t bend over backwards for you. These are things I don’t want to deal with.

I looked at the most aggressive of the Brazilian guys and said, “Ela gosta de você… MUITO” while pointing to the girl who told me to stop being a jerk. That roughly means, “She likes you… A LOT.” Sure enough his eyes opened wide and he pursued with renewed vigor that made me quite pleased.

When I get homesick all I have to do are two things.

The first is open my budget spreadsheet to see how much money I’m not spending. The second is talk to Western women. And I’m not kidding—when I get homesick I just hit on gringas at the bar. I zero in on their pasty, flawed skin, their masculine attitudes, their slovenly appearance, their self-entitlement, and I swear to god I’m energized for a month or two before homesick thoughts cross my mind again.

I dislike American women and I can’t live very comfortably Stateside working only 2-3 hours a day. Therefore I’m in South America because of money and women.

In the past I’ve referred to End Game as a game of no game, where you still play but are not mindful of specific routines or moves. You internalize the correct behavior and by merely existing you spit optimal game.

This explanation is not sufficient for many guys. They want to know when they can stop playing the game completely—when they can sit back, put up their legs, and enjoy the rewards of their game labor. In that case I can say that end game is when you meet a girl you want to have a deep relationship with and commit the rest of your life to.

But is that really end game?

How many guys out there used a bit of game to get a half-ideal bride then threw it all away once the papers were signed to get the cliche once-a-month sex (if they’re lucky) from a nagging woman who gained a significant amount of weight? Most guys over 30 know someone in this situation as it’s not merely internet lore discussed on message boards and blogs.

When you stop demanding respect and standards from your significant other, how can you possibly expect to get the best of what she can offer you? Once a dog is house trained do you just let it run wild whenever it wants, never punishing it for when you find your favorite socks all torn up? No, you keep your hand firm and demand the dog act in a way that pleases you the most. It’s not an accident that dog training and proper wife management share many common elements.

The point of game is to get what you want from women. Therefore when you stop playing the game, and let the stars dictate how she acts towards you, you will stop getting what you want. A very tiny percentage of women in the world are programmed to please you if you’re needy and don’t have balls, which is unfortunately the case for men who don’t use game in today’s society, whether they’re conscious of it or not. You must be scarce, you must be confident, you must be cocky, you must tease, you must have value, and you must demand respect.

If you think that you can stay in the game for a couple years to get a girlfriend and then be done with it, I’m afraid you’re deluded because we’ve arrived at a point where game is absolutely necessary to deal with the modern woman, just like how today’s cubicle dweller must exercise frequently to maintain an attractive weight. By not using game you get lower quality and less sex while the game guys clean up.

A cushy job is no longer enough. A fancy car won’t do it. A McMansion won’t help you either. The new reality is that you need game to compete with guys who are less attractive than you and who make less money than you. Not learning game is like showing up to a job interview in jeans and a t-shirt while the guy next to you is decked out in a custom suit. Nine times out of ten you won’t get the job. Universities offer feminist theory classes—maybe in my time they’ll have pickup theory classes as well, because that’s what is currently needed to even the playing ground. Men need the tools that game offers them to achieve their genetic potential in our feminist culture.

The truth is you should never stop playing the game. The moment you stop playing the game is the moment you stop getting what you want. Some years I will play more than others, but I will not throw away principles based on human nature and hacks into today’s woman which allow me to properly get and manage as many women as I can handle. If you want to be happy then you must embrace game. Game is happiness, and end game is death.

You got no girls, no prospects, and absolutely nothing on the horizon that would hint towards future sex. You’d kill for just a measly date to get the ball rolling again. In that case I recommend the Thirty-Five Maneuver, which I’ve had to pull out in foreign cities. It’s an intense burst of activity that can help turn the tide.

The maneuver begins on a Thursday. After you wake up go on an internet dating site and message ten girls. If you’re in Latin America then Badoo is a good place to try since it’s free.

Then go out on Thursday and do five approaches, either day or night.

Go out on Friday and do ten approaches, either day or night.

Go out on Saturday and do ten approaches, either day or night.

The approaches only count if there is at least some interaction (if she ignores you or tells you to fuck off then it doesn’t). I guarantee you that by Monday night you’ll at the minimum have a couple phone numbers and a date planned. With fresh prospects you can now build some momentum going into the next weekend.

What I like about this maneuver is that it isn’t sustained—give just give one incredible burst of pickup energy and then sit back for a while. It makes sure to take advantage of the weekend where more girls are going to be out, either shopping or drinking.

The downside is that finding girls could be difficult depending on where you are. You may have to dedicate a few hours each day just to hit your quota. Put other things on the back burner while you execute the maneuver because it must have utmost importance in your life at that time. Keep in mind that most men of the world don’t even approach 25+ girls in their life, so what you’re undertaking will take quite a bit of lifeblood.

I like to bust out the Thirty Five Maneuver when I’m in a new city and want to make something happen quickly. I don’t always have time to take it cool and that’s why I think this move will be well-suited for guys who are on the road. While I don’t like to do the manuever becomes of its inelegance and labor intensity, it has not once failed me.

Lately I’ve begun to notice how a man’s essence is revealed by his public displays of affection. Low status and needy males will do the following to girls they are having sex with:

1. Ache to remain in some type of embrace for the majority of a dinner or bar date. He will not feel comfortable breaking any sort of physical contact, like how a child holds onto her favorite Spongebob Squarepants pillow while asleep.

2. Refuse to check out other women in his surroundings who are painfully more beautiful than his girl. He volunteers to give her his balls for the duration of the relationship and stops being a primal man that wants to fuck the world’s women.

3. Goes for more than one kiss, regardless of date length. There is little reason to kiss girls more than once or twice at any public location, unless you haven’t banged her yet and are trying to get her horny enough to bang. A needy male feels that if he doesn’t constantly kiss his girl, she will lose interest.

4. Leans over the imaginary middle line between himself and his girl for more than 20% of the date. It’s better not to hear the girl and simply nod than exhibit weak body language. Most things a girl says aren’t important anyway.

5. Lay on a girl with eyes closed, as Roissy eloquently pointed out.

If I can tell you’re needy without having to interact with you, then you’re making many mistakes that will negatively affect your quality of life. A man will be happier in relationships where not only he has the upper hand but the girl is coming after him for attention and affections. The less you work, the more she will. Otherwise things will always be under her control and you will be in a perpetual state of chasing.

Because let’s be real: no relationship is 50/50. Someone will always know in the back of their mind that they run the show. You have absolutely failed as a man if that’s not you.

Brazilian game as told to me by a Brazilian guy:

Alright all you have to do is walk up to her and say ‘What’s your name?’ Then you give the two cheek kisses but make sure you do it nice and close. Then make her laugh a couple times and touch a lot and after that go for the kiss. Just go for it. It may take a couple tries.

You’ll find a lot Brazilian guys who say, “Yeah Brazilian girls kiss so fast. It’s very easy to kiss them.” But it’s not necessary because the girls are making fast moves, it’s because Brazilian guys go for it incredibly quick (the ones who have game, anyway).

Now I do think Brazilian girls put out an early “kiss me” vibe, but the guys guys definitely don’t waste any time. In other words if you’re a guy who isn’t aggressive with Brazilian girls, you may not automatically come to the conclusion they’re fast kissers.

(Now compare that to gringos I see in the hostel talking to some hippie girl for four hours in the patio without even touching her when you know he wants to hit. It’s like they’re waiting for the girl to be a man and step up.)

The guy who told me his strategy (let’s call him Renato) is from Recife, a city in the northeast. Along with three of his other friends, they were kissing a random girl in Pipa every night. One of them kissed a girl who couldn’t have been older than 14.

I was floating through a crowd with Renato’s friend and approached two Brazilian girls with something casual. It opened and we’re each talking to the girls. Lucky for me one of them spoke fluent English, but unfortunately she lost her voice and I could barely understand her. I tried reading her lips but that didn’t work so the best I could do was pick out a word here or there and pretend like I understood.

She didn’t want to dance, instead preferring to stand right underneath the club speaker, and she also didn’t want to move to the quiet, dark alley nearby. She was asking me questions that I couldn’t hear so on the surface she seemed interested, but to me the situation seemed rather hopeless.

Eventually I just gave up and stopped talking to her. I deemed this an impossible case. (If she wanted to dance though it would have been relatively easy.) Then Renato moved in. Actually he tried to move in before I was done but I casually blocked him out.

I watched him to see if he would do anything differently. He had her hand on her side, same thing I did, and made her laugh with a couple jokes, which I did as well. But then the frustration on his face became apparent when she tried talking. He kept putting his hands up in the air as if saying, “I can’t hear a single fucking thing that’s coming out of your mouth!” She declined to dance with him as well. I knew he felt what I did and was about to bow out.

Ah but there would be no post if he did.

He changed tactics and instead of asking her questions and trying to maintain a conversation, he just kept talking nonstop as if reading from a monologue. The things he was saying must’ve been cocky because she kept playfully hitting him, a sure sign you’re on the right track with a girl. Then he went for it. Only three minutes after I stepped aside, he tried to kiss her. She leaned way back to avoid his mouth and he gave a look that said, “Hey, what’s wrong?” She strongly shook her head no.

Over the next 15 minutes, Renato went for it at least seven times. It was painful to watch him get rejected again and again, especially when I saw it coming each time. Her body position was permanently set in a way to get ready for the backwards lean and after every rejection he would just make her laugh some more and keep touching to get ready for the next rejection. She didn’t walk away from him though, and kept playfully hitting him.

I walked around and when I came back I caught the instant where Renato went in for one more kiss. He grabbed her in a way which made it very difficult for her to move back, almost forcing her but not quite, and this time it worked. They went at it hard and sloppy.

I can’t stress how strongly she did not want to kiss him. Her rejections were so brutal, again and again, and if Renato was a close friend of mine I’d tell him to give it up to preserve his dignity.

If you see this type of caveman game you think, “Hmm this seems to be where it’s at. I just have to be super aggressive.” This is what I thought at first, but I kept watching and hanging out with Brazilian guys on subsequent nights, and the dirty truth is this: Brazilian guys kiss a lot of girls, but they don’t get a lot of bangs. Let me demonstrate why this is with an example from the world of book sales.

Say you wrote a book on knitting and was looking to advertise it on some knitting blog. You submit three different advertisements and run them all simultaneously. Here are the ads:

1. “Click here to check out an incredible new knitting book.”

2. “Finally! A resource that helps you knit clothing for you and your friends. Click here to learn more.”

3. “Click here for dozens of new knitting patterns.”

The ads run for a week and each get displayed 100 times. Here are the results:

1. 4 clicks and 2 sales. 50% conversion rate

2. 12 clicks and 3 sales. 25% conversion rate

3. 20 clicks and 1 sale. 5% conversion rate

The problem with the first ad is that it oversells—you’re telling people to just buy a book. Not many people will click the ad, but those that do will probably buy it. In the third ad you’ll get a lot of clicks from people looking for free knitting patterns but then they’ll get turned off when they find out you’re selling something. The second ad has the best mix. By saying “resource” you imply this may not be free, so you get clicks from people who are curious about new knitting information and may want to pay for it.

Clicks are kisses and sales are bangs. Very roughly speaking, American guys use ad one and Brazilian guys use ad three.

American guys roll up to a girl and say okay here is my job and my Netflix queue, click here to have sex with me. Many girls say no, but if they eventually do get the kiss chances are they’ll have an decent chance of banging.

Brazilian guys roll up to a girl and say “Hey what’s up you look pretty tonight” and then bam try to kiss. I’m not exaggerating. Brazilian guys go around certain clubs basically assaulting girls until they find one that submits to relentless pressure. Many times I’ve seen a guy corner a Brazilian girl and just force her to kiss while she tries to squirm out of it. They get it a lot of time, but of course it doesn’t result in a lot of “sales” because kissing alone isn’t enough to make a girl want to have sex with you.

The problem with going for the kiss super fast is that is disturbs the bang progression. To get bangs you build attraction over time, punctuating her increasing interest with escalation in the form of personal questions, touching, heavy touching, and then kissing. You’re building a storyline that shows your personality but also hints at passionate things to come. You form tension that is begging to be relieved in the bedroom.

Brazilian guys form no storyline, no tension. The whole interaction is about the kiss. And when they get it then the story comes to an early close. I’ve seen guys get the kiss and then two minutes later they’re back with their group of friends. Plus the guys insist on slobbering over the girl’s face, leaving very little imagination for increased pleasure that could come later.

But if you were to tell a Brazilian guy to delay the kiss, he’d call you crazy. I believe to them kissing is more important than banging, but to me banging is more important. I’m not going to kiss a girl unless she invests into the interaction by showing interest (asking me questions, reciprocating some touches), because that’s what it takes to close the sale.

The ideal time to get the kiss is at the 1 or 2 hour mark, depending on the girl’s culture. By then the girl will be invested enough, and the kiss will increase the interaction’s energy so that you only need 2-4 more hours to get the bang, assuming she’s that “type” of girl. So that’s 3 hours or more for the one night stand. (If I haven’t gotten the kiss by hour three, then it’s unlikely I will get the one night stand.) A downside of this is that you do commit your Friday night or whenever to one girl, but if you’re in the business of banging and not just kissing then this is how it’s done.

My intention here is not to trash the game of Brazilian guys. Their aggressiveness is admirable and I have picked up a couple small things from them, but no matter how long I stay in Brazil I don’t think I’ll completely adopt their strategy because the sales data shows they are on the extreme end of the spectrum. Passive Western guys who don’t try anything, like the hostel guy I mentioned in the beginning, are at the other end. It’s working the middle that will see the most bangs, where you are aggressive but allow the girl to be aggressive as well. Only when she puts in a good bulk of the work will you seal the deal consistently.

Over the past year I’ve been much more open to getting into a relationship with a girl I like, but unfortunately I can’t tame the dog inside me that wants to fuck a new girl every other week. So my current game strategy is to get a girl-next-door type who isn’t a club rat and treats me well and then return the favor by taking her out, pleasuring her, and caring for her when she has the sniffles. During that time I lie and creep on the side with random girls.

Obviously I don’t think cheating on a girlfriend is morally wrong, but I do think it’s wrong to bang your girl without a condom and then creep without because you’re exposing her to diseases that could create an uncomfortable situation. But besides that I feel very little guilt when I cheat because my main girl will never know. I keep it locked down so tightly that it would take a lottery chance event to get me. The result is I get to fulfill my perverse needs while having something stable with a girl that I care for. That’s win-win… unless she finds out. Here’s what I do to make sure that doesn’t happen:

1. Get started on the right foot. Do not get into that pattern where you must talk on the phone every day. To accomplish this you’ll have to state that you need your “space” early in the relationship, that you don’t want it to get into that friendly boring zone where you’re talking about what time you woke up and what you had for lunch. She’ll honor your request but slip and send frequent text messages, which is fine—it’s easy to creep with another girl when all you gotta do is send texts.

Also, if you want to actually have the ability to cheat, you need time not only to meet other girls but to take them out on dates. This means you want to get into no more than a twice-a-week date pattern with your girl, one date on the weekday and one on the weekend. Resist her efforts to see you more by saying again you need space and are the loner type that feels smothered easily.

2. Don’t give her access to your phone or computer. This is how 90% of guys get caught cheating. They left their phone laying around, unlocked, and the girl finds incriminating text messages. It’s easy to brush off female numbers in your phone as old, but not a text message stamped yesterday where you confirmed fresh plans. Either delete the text messages manually before you see her or lock your keypad. Fail to do either and you will get busted eventually, guaranteed. Girls are savvy with cell phones and only need sixty seconds to sift through your messages or call history.

I’ve caught two girls messing around with my phone. Once I went to go wash my cock after sex and came back with my phone on the floor instead of the nightstand. I guess she panicked when she heard I was finished with washing my cock and threw it on the floor. The other time I spent the night at this Brazilian girl’s house and woke up in the morning with all my clothes gone. I walked around her place dazed and naked, wondering if I just got got, and found her sitting on the bathroom toilet going through all my shit.

For your computer, log off your email account when you know she’s coming over and then launch a different browser that you never use. While it would take time for her to sift through emails if you slip to the bathroom, girls go straight to the Sent folder to gather evidence. I’m certain that the female species plays dumb with gadgets and computers on purpose so that we leave our things laying around. Also lock down anything else that could get you in trouble like Skype (call history) and the secret pick-up blog you operate.

3. Don’t create a lasting impression with her friends. While some guys will argue that a way to win a girl is through her friends, I only find that to be the case with very young girls around college age—once she’s in her mid-20’s she doesn’t seek as much approval from her friends as before. If you’re meeting her friends for the first time then show up in an outfit you never wear and also a slightly different hair or beard configuration. You don’t need to wear a disguise but appear a little differently.

The reason is that her friends are spies and when you’re creeping they may spot you and then immediately rat you out. By looking different and not making an impression, the goal here is they don’t recognize you when you’re creeping. It also offers a layer of plausible deniability because you can say that you were experimenting with a new look when you met them and they probably confused you for someone else. Furiously deny it was you that they witnessed making out with another girl. You have no other choice, not matter how obvious it was you. Be like the United States government where photo or video evidence is required to pursue torture charges.

4. Do not mix dating venues. You want to have two parallel sets of venues to minimize cross contamination. If you take your girlfriend to the same bar as your creep girls, a bartender or regular may accidentally out you, or tip her off while you’re in the bathroom. We all know those don’t-date-him girls who’s life mission it is to warn other women of cheating men.

5. Don’t frequent her regular spots. This doesn’t need to be said but there is an exception: when one of her spots is a place you can get laid like a champ.

In Rio there is a club where, as of this writing, I have a 33% bang rate. This means every three times I’ve went, I banged a girl. There’s no way I’m going to stop going to a place like that, but the success I had at this club could easily lead to my doom.

Here’s how I have avoided problems: I’d go without telling my girl and for the first hour I’d be diligent about scanning the room for her or her friends. As the night went on, and the chances of her coming was reduced, I’d ramp up my game and start touching girls and going for kisses. If I know my girl likes going to the place at 1am and it’s 2:30am and there’s no sign of her, I can get sloppy without any fear. Of course I always scan, a pretty paranoid way to mack, but that’s what it takes to not get caught cheating.

6. Pick a friend who will be your go-to excuse for why you can’t hang out with her. It’s best she has met the friend but I’ve invented guys as well. Be consistent and have him be the excuse whenever you didn’t want to hang with her. Examples:

“Friday I’m hanging out with Steve but how about Saturday?”

“Steve wants to go to Sushi on Tuesday night to talk about some girl problems so let’s do movie night on Wednesday.”

“Sorry I didn’t answer I actually hung out with Steve in this lame club and didn’t hear the phone ring.”

Never allow her to join you with Steve, explaining that he doesn’t like being the third wheel. Add that you need guy time to do some male bonding, to talk trash and just be men.

What’s going to happen is she will develop a deep hatred for Steve because she thinks he’s keeping you away from her. That’s not a bad thing because Steve will be the channel for her hate. Feel free to milk this by making it seem like Steve has an influence over you since he’s “cool” and “fun.” Many of my friends in D.C. would use me as their Steve and I can tell you that a dozen girls still hate my guts because of it.

7. Be mindful of when you blow your load. If your girl expects a gallon of cum on her face when you bang, and then this one time have a trickle because you just got done banging another girl, warning signs are going to go off in her head. Therefore regulate your horniness and sperm quantity. If you know it takes two days to recharge after a lengthy sex episode, then allow that much time before banging a mistress and then your girl. This is why when it comes to the weekend I always try to put my girl on Friday. If I bang another girl on Friday then I will show up in her bedroom on Saturday already sated and she will pick up on it.

8. Try to bang your mistresses at their places. You don’t want her to leave something behind like a bobby pin, unique perfume scent, or blood. Also realize that a girl can tell the difference between a strand of her hair that is hers and one that is only 5% different. If you have to bang a mistress in your place then commit yourself to a CSI-like clean sweep afterwards. Do not get lazy at this step. View your room from many different angles, get on your knees, and go sniffing around everywhere. Flush used condoms down the toilet and put the wrappers deep in the kitchen trash can.

9. Construct and rehearse your alibi. Anticipate what questions your girl is going to ask and have simple, quick answers to them. For example say you went out on a Thursday night after telling your girl you’d stay in. You met a girl in the club who bit the hell out of your neck in the heat of passion. You brought her home and she turned out to be a flooder. The sheets were destroyed.

Let’s focus on each aspect of the situation. If she asks why you didn’t answer the phone or call her back, say you wanted to stay in but Steve called and begged you to go out because he’s trying to get this girl that has an ugly friend. So for most of the night you had to talk to a fatty, but you wished you were with her instead. The club was so loud that you didn’t see the call and by the time you noticed it was too late to call back.

Second, the scratch on the back of your neck happened when you were in the kitchen. You left a cabinet door open and when you reached down to pick something up off the floor, you come back up right under it and caught your neck. Of course you will wear a collared shirt to cover it up and prevent her discovery, but if you never wear collared shirts around her then she will be even more suspicious if she catches the scratch. If you have a sister and can borrow her makeup this may also be a good play, or just go to the nearest department store’s cosmetic counter. I’m not joking.

Third, the sheets. In America you can do a wash and dry load quickly, but in countries without a dryer it has to hang for quite a while. If she insists on coming in during the late afternoon before it dries, say how mad you are at the maid for dicking around and always coming in on the wrong days.

You’ve closed the gaps. Otherwise it would be a very damaging situation. While subconsciously she will know something is going on and be moody and testy, consciously she will accept your airtight alibi and things can proceed as normal.

10. Don’t let guilt change your routine. After a successful creep you’ll probably feel guilty for cheating on such a nice girl. You’ll then feel compelled to make a surprise phone call, be more affectionate or loving, or even buy her something small like a chocolate truffle or rose. Resist this urge and proceed with your normal routine because girls can sense when you’re doing something out of the ordinary. She’ll know that you are trying to relieve your guilt, and while she may not automatically assume it’s from cheating, she’ll know you did something wrong.

When you get good at cheating, you also get good at identifying cheating along with the precursors of cheating, like when she meets another guy that she’s attracted to. In due time you’ll be able to piece together storylines. For example let’s take a look at this following hypothetical situation:

Friday: Your Brazilian girl texts you from a party, says there are “a lot of gringos.” Stays there late.

Saturday: You send her a text at 6pm but she waits three hours before replying that she was “sleeping.”

Following Friday: She says she’ll be busy Saturday, but doesn’t say with whom. Even though it’s easier to say “I’m going out with Stevie,” some girls have trouble lying.

Saturday night: She says she is free.

Likely Story: She met a gringo on the first Friday and he asked her to a coffee date or drink early Saturday evening. There he told her to keep the following Saturday free but eventually flaked on her. This means she’s actively looking for better. Either you step up and offer more of her core needs (without being needy about it of course), or you can say fuck it, get a couple more bangs, and move onto another girl.

Besides concrete evidence like a text message, email, or hair clip, your girl will never have 100% solid proof against you. By being an accomplished liar, avoiding sloppy moves, and covering holes that develop, it becomes very close to impossible for her to catch you. All this so you can have your cake and eat it too. I think it’s a good way for a man to live, but if your ass gets caught don’t blame me.

It’s nice when you have a seduction that’s more like a lay-up and can be approached with copy and paste techniques gleaned from whatever pickup resource you are studying from. If you have a niche then this is very likely, and one bang may look very similar to the rest, but if you’re thrust into new environments then you’re going to have to think on-the-fly and make guesses about what you should do.

I want to give a case study of an early seduction with a Colombian girl, the roadblocks I faced and why I chose to go in certain directions.

Step 1: The Meet. This was a day game approach in a Medellin university. I opened a girl alone sitting on a cafeteria table and within 20 minutes I had her cell phone number, home phone, and email. She spoke no English so the conversation was in Spanish. This happened on a Tuesday.

Step 2: Monkey Wrench. A 3-day holiday weekend was coming up so it would be at least a week until I could get her out (I don’t like scheduling first dates on weekends). Trying to a date for two days later would be way too needy unless there was an incredible connection upon meeting (i.e. sex) and I also didn’t want to call “just to say hi” because that’s idiotic. That left Monday as the next available day I could call her, a pretty long wait of six days. I needed a bridge to keep myself “in the news.”

Step 3: First Contact. I emailed her Friday telling her to have a good holiday weekend and that I’ll call her afterwards so that “maybe” we can do something. I asked her no questions, making it impossible for her to keep me in the lurch if she so decided the play the waiting game with me.

Step 4: First Reply. She replied on Sunday with smiley faces and various other emoticons, but she informed me she lost her cell phone so I have to call her home phone to talk to her.

Step 5: First Call. I called her house the next day. I figured her mom would answer, and sure enough she did, but the girl wasn’t there. I declined to leave a message. Now it’s getting a little sticky—I don’t want to keep calling her house, and she didn’t seem to check her email often. What to do?

Step 6: Improvise. I decided to email her a few hours after my first call attempt. I wrote, “Hey I just called but you weren’t there. When you have time, my cell phone number is so and so, or I can call you later.”

Do you see the mistake? By saying “I can call you later,” I was telling her that she didn’t have to call at all and put in any work, the opposite of what I wanted. So I deleted the mistake portion and hit send.

Step 7: Keep It Alive. Two days later she writes back saying she will call me the second her phone is activated (more smiley faces). This means she doesn’t want to make the first call. Not unexpected, but time is ticking. I couldn’t afford to wait much longer because momentum was being lost. I decided to try setting a date via email.

Step 8: Setting The Date. I wanted to suggest a date a few days away to account for her infrequent email checking, and since I didn’t know her schedule I had to throw out two possible nights so I don’t get an initial refusal that would prolong the process.

My email reply was, “Or we can just plan to do something through email. I know a good bar in Parque Lleras, how about tuesday or wednesday around 8?”

Note my undercapitalizations. This may seem trivial but if a girl is breezy with her emails you don’t want to hire a proofreader for yours. Don’t try harder than she is.

She replied in 10 minutes, saying Wednesday would be best. So she does check her email often, but sits on replies. She’s playing the game a little but not hard enough that suggests she’d be a headache.

Step 9: Confirming The Date. The day before the date she finally called me, confirming the date. It went on as planned.

After attraction is built most of the game is logistical, keeping up hot pursuit, and not doing anything stupid. We only exchanged a few dozen words during the date-setting process, but my timing and the way I structured the ask made the date happen on a somewhat reluctant girl. You have to be aggressive but non-needy, and striking the balance between the two is where you’ll see the most success.

All that mental effort to set one date is fascinating if you ask me. And why do I do it? For the pussy and the old in-out in-out, yes, but also for the sense of accomplishment of tagging something new. I’m sure it’ll get old some day.

Here’s an excerpt from Bang:

It took me some time to get comfortable with venue changing to her place or mine. I used to think not enough trust was established and there was no way she’ll let a strange guy she just met a couple hours ago take her somewhere alone, that I probably was going to murder or rape her. But this isn’t the case—if the girl thinks you are a murderer or rapist she won’t spend time talking to you. When a girl declines a venue change, it’s either because of logistics or because she doesn’t want to appear as a slut. The girls who do get turned off by your one night stand attempt are the ones who would take a long time to get into bed anyway. The attempt screens out those girls who aren’t serious about sex. Plus, having a sexual intent by using physical touching and the desire to isolate makes it clear that friendship is not in the cards. She will just walk away from you before settling into a friendship, which you are not interested in. Going for sex early is win-win: if she submits to your moves then you get laid, and if not then you can move onto the next girl without wasting valuable time.

Some of you are thinking that by only going for easy girls I’m screening out “good” girls who are worth more investment. I’d believe you but I already tried that—I tried going slow on girls I thought were more valuable than the rest, but it rarely worked out in my favor. I was either putting way too much work in it for little back, the interaction would end before I got sex, or the girl wasn’t as valuable as I initially thought.

I have much more patience with Colombian and Brazilian women because with them I’m rewarded for waiting a date or two longer. Our connection gets deeper, the intimacy is better, and generally I feel like the relationship is more healthy and not primarily based on sex. For some reason that type of patient mindset doesn’t serve me well with American girls. It’s better I just hit and quit with them, enjoying the quick casual relationship while fantasizing about a “real” relationship with a women who is more suitable for type of thing.

Of course there are exceptions and not every American girl is permanently damaged for all eternity, but it seems a lot harder to find relationship prospects in the States than in South America. The odds are simply not in my favor. Going for a relationship with a girl who has had a few dozen large cocks before me just doesn’t make a lot of sense as I would be paying more for a product that has been at a heavy discount (or free) for so many years before. I could look for many years in America before finding something acceptable, whereby it would take a fraction of the time in a different country.

Bottom line is if she’s a whore then treat her like one so you’ll at least get yours instead of getting played in the process. And then the time will come where you meet a girl who is more needy with less cock experience. Sure she doesn’t talk like a porn star in bed but she’ll genuinely care about you and want to make you happy while overlooking your many flaws. Then you can slow it down and get to know her as a human being. But until you meet that girl, it’s in the best interests of your cock to get sex as fast as possible.

In my book Bang I give advice on how to get the notch quickly, with discussion on venue changing to the bedroom along with specific steps to get past ball-busting resistance. View sample pages here.

PREVIOUSLY: Part One

Fast forward three days later. The memory of the Mexican girl is fading and I’m in my top bunk trying to get over a bad cold when a Brazilian girl checks in.

I thoroughly checked her out while she was bending over to store her things and deemed her nothing special. The Mexican girl had a better overall face and body, but of course the Brazilian had a better ass.

I found out later that night she doesn’t speak any English, so I took it as an opportunity to practice my Portuguese. She was nice and allowed me to mangle her language while correcting my horrible pronunciation, and since so few gringos speak Portuguese I earned 1,000 bonus points for being able to communicate in her native tongue. During our conversation I concluded that her appearance was homely but not ugly—she was simply a plain girl you’d see anywhere, not worth a second look if you caught sight of her on the street.

While we talked I noticed she had a peculiar stare. She’d squint her eyes ever so slightly and part her lips just a hair, a sensual look you’d expect during intimacy and not in a casual conversation. I like to think this was an unconscious gesture on her part and not something to “game” me, but then again at some point in her life she must’ve realized that it has an effect on real men.

She asked me if I was going out and I told her I was going to be a loser and stay in, as the next day I was meeting an old flame and wanted to be as vigorous as possible for the sex that would likely ensue. She then began to get ready, and like a caterpillar morphing into a butterfly, she literally transformed.

First she showered her body. Her hair stayed dry in it’s already perfect state, long to the small of her back, soft and feathery like you’d see in a Pantene Pro-V shampoo commercial. After changing in a short black dress that came halfway up her thighs, she escaped to the bathroom with a brush and returned ten minutes later, suggesting that hair like hers is no trivial matter to maintain. I don’t think she’ll ever get an ugly bob cut like an American girl, who works forty hours a week pushing papers that contribute nothing to the progress of the world but is too lazy to spend a few extra minutes a day on her hair.

She then got out her compact and began applying makeup. She put on a dark rouge to stand out against her olive skin, glossy lipstick to match, and thick eyeliner which made her eyes look twice as big. You can imagine what that did to her stare and it’s here I noticed that my breathing picked up in speed. She slipped into five-inch heels that highlighted her freshly painted toenails, a bold orange color that matched her fingernails, so fresh in appearance it had to have been done just a day or two prior. I really have no idea how she could walk in those heels but she made it look effortless, like she practiced often starting from a young age. If they killed her feet I doubt she would let a man know.

(Speaking of heels, not once have I seen a Brazilian girl take off her heels and then put on sneakers for the bus or subway ride home after work. It’s because they don’t do things that purposefully make them look like an idiot. If you can’t wear attractive footwear because they hurt your feet or are hard to walk in, then maybe you should get a stay-at-home job instead of embarrassing yourself in public. Either do it right or don’t do it at all.)

She walked in and out of the dorm room to the bathroom, and the girl I witnessed earlier in the day was gone, replaced by this sexual creature I’d do all that I could to bang. I’d happily spend hours in the club with her, dancing, touching, and drinking for a chance to violate her body. I believe any man would. While her genetic appearance was only average, she has figured out that by maximizing her look she can gain the attentions of men like myself who resist chasing average women. It’s true that my interest may not carry over after sex, but at least she has a chance at hooking a man, for a woman who can’t even get sexual attention is already dead in the water. Tight game for men is words and a cocky attitude, while for women it’s looks and a playful attitude. I don’t know why this is so hard for Westerners to understand.

The Brazilian girl didn’t leave right away—she had to wait for a friend who was staying in the bunk above hers to return. She sat down on her bed and then very slowly and deliberately started putting lotion on her long legs. They did not have mosquito bites or mountain bike bruises and cuts like the gringas in the dorm next door. By now I’ve already run out of my good Portuguese and had nothing more to say, frustrating to a man who in English can talk to a wall for five hours nonstop without interruption.

She’s stroking her legs and I’m catching this from the corner of my eye, rubbing my beard roughly at the torture I was witnessing. Then she does the inexplicable: she lays down on her bed while dangling her legs and feet (heels still on) over the bunk’s wooden ledge. Her dress snaked down to the very top of her thigh where it meets with her body and only two more inches until her vagina would be in plain view. Her hair is splayed across the bed and she’s inspecting her finger nails and it got too hot for me so I stopped out for a couple minutes to get some air. She left soon after.

The next day she looked average again but I saw her differently. Loose jeans covered her body but I didn’t forget the ass in the black skirt that bent over to retrieve feminine hygiene products from the locker. She had a plain t-shirt on but I didn’t forget the way her back curves into the meaty part of her hips. Her hair was up in a bun but I could still pick apart its thickness and length. My attraction for her didn’t decrease because I knew in a couple hours time she’d transform back to what aroused me.

Here’s a business idea for a Brazilian woman out there: write a book called “Why Brazilian Women Get All The Men,” in the spirit of “French Women Don’t Get Fat.” Teach Western girls to look their best at all times, to know how to maintain eye contact with a man, how to move, how to properly laugh at a man’s jokes, and how to exercise the ass. An entire chapter must be dedicated to ass exercises. Teach them to forget about being witty or snarky or funny or “intelligent,” as those things decrease attraction instead of increasing it. Teach them well so that when I go to an American bar I don’t see average girls with chipped nail polish, flip flops, masculine movements, and a generally sloppy appearance—I see a sexual creature that I want to get to know, possibly for more than one night.