I don’t do social circle game in the States. The energy it takes to maintain one outweighs the cost of cold approaching. I’ll go to parties but I won’t keeping hanging out with someone just to cultivate a friendship in the hopes that I’ll get introduced to a reasonable-looking girl. My friends must have constant value, not future potential. Another reason I don’t care for social circle game is that a large percentage of girls in the United States are ugly, so the average circle will not provide me with the quality that I desire.

In other countries though, where getting prospects from cold approaching is more difficult, and girls are more beautiful on average, maintaining a social circle may be worth it. I would say that’s the case for countries like Argentina, Colombia, Spain, and Italy. Brazil… maybe.

Social circles fulfill an important human need for drama and gossiping. Very few secrets are kept. Everyone in the circle gets dissected and, oftentimes, shredded. What one person in the circle sees is what everyone sees. We use this to our advantage.

If your social circle is mixed with guys and girls, as it should be, follow this important rule: cultivate a rock star image. Do that in two ways:

1. Conceal the less desirable girls you are fucking.

2. Share stories that paint you as a cultured man of the world who sleeps with beautiful women, even if that’s not quite the case.

The first point is important. Believe it or not, who I fuck in D.C. makes it’s rounds. It’s also happened where girls I’ve dated have been socially connected to girls I’ve violated in the past. None of this has caused me any harm for one reason: I date cute girls. The more they talk about me and who I’ve been with, the more they remind themselves that I have high standards and the ability to get quality women.

Girls want men who get with pretty girls. The worst thing you can do is be known for dumpster diving. One or two drunken transgressions are okay, but if everyone knows you always go after ugly girls, you’ll be blacklisted from social circle sex. Girls don’t mind fucking guys who’ve been with a million girls, but not if all those girls are far less attractive than she is.

The second point is useful for new friendships abroad. Tell your new friends interesting stories of international girls you’ve dated. Don’t speak negatively of those girls, and be sure to stress their beauty or otherwise special qualities. For example, I like telling the story of the Colombian girl who made me meet her mother on a mountain for our second date, which set up the bang for the date after. The beta males of the group will then broadcast these stories to other girls, thinking it portrays me as a male slut (a quality they believe girls hate), but of course it has the opposite effect. Those girls will be much more receptive when I see them out again.

I would never tell these new friends that I have to approach X number of girls to get laid. Instead, I stress how “lucky” I am that I keep running into girls who like hairy men. It’s eerie, really. There is no magic or romance in highlighting a skill that came from hundreds of hours of hard work. Appear the natural instead. (You’ve probably noticed how this manipulation ventures into the territory of Robert Greene’s 48 Laws Of Power.)

New social circles don’t know your past. They don’t know you used to be a loser who couldn’t get laid, and whose only skill was the ability to conduct marathon raids on World Of Warcraft. While you can’t shape your image with people you already know, you can in these new friendships. Make yourself an all-around interesting guy who gets love from women, while being modest at the same time, and wait until you get introduced to a girl who seems to have a little twinkle in her eye with a smile that is more than you would expect. That’s because she’s heard about you.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

I’ve written a handful of posts that would make for great reading right before you’re about to run game. They will get your mind ready not only to approach but to use the correct technique as well. I made this list especially for noobs who need a little extra boost to get going in the right direction.

I advise you read one post from each category before leaving the house.

APPROACH PREPARATION:

• The Best Motivator That Gets You Approaching Girls
• Hung Up On The Opener
• The Secret To Getting Laid
• Why Getting Rejected Helps You Reach Your True Potential

MOTIVATION:

• Just Keep Going
• What Are You Waiting For?

MINDSET & TECHNIQUE:

• Acting Like A Dick
• How To Pick Up Girls For Real
• Be That Guy
• Stop Being Needy
• 7 Things A Guy Can Do To Improve His Game Right Now
• The Fast Kiss I & The Fast Kiss II

Another useful pre-game guide is the Bang Cheat Sheet, where I summarize the six main game points you need to always have marinating in your head. It comes with any donation for Bang Colombia, which I’m proud to say has passed 2,500 downloads as of last week.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

1. They’re fat.

2. They’re constantly glued to their phone.

3. They cut their hair short.

4. They’re more impressed by a crappy DJ than a doctor who saves lives.

5. They think being funny and witty is a quality that men love.

6. They listen to magazines like Cosmo when it comes to pleasing men.

7. They don’t know how to cook.

8. They wear flip-flops even when they’re not at the beach, pool, or in their house.

9. They have condoms in their drawers because they expect to have random sex with strange men.

10. They cannot dance. They also do not know how to sing or play basic musical instruments.

11. They idolize drug addicted celebrities, mimicking their brain-dead behaviors.

12. They acquire pets instead of putting effort into landing a quality man.

13. They don’t know how to be sexy.

14. They have standards way beyond their level of attractiveness.

15. They think having a good job means they’re a good catch.

16. They wear pajamas in public.

17. They like Twilight and The Secret.

18. Their idea of travel is going to the beach or France.

19. They have too many trashy tattoos.

20. They are proud to date multiple guys at the same time, as if they were men.

21. They are not close to their family, and would rather die than take care of aging parents.

22. They say filthy things in bed when you hardly know them.

23. They cockblock regularly.

24. They make lame excuses for not putting effort into their appearance.

25. They obsess about the environment above what is reasonable, even though they pollute more than 90% of people in the world.

26. They always lie by saying, “I’ve never done this before.”

27. They confuse being a challenge with being whiny and annoying.

28. They are acne prone.

29. They watch way too much TV.

30. On their way home from work, they put on dirty sneakers that don’t match their outfit.

31. They only dress up for special occasions, like a friend’s birthday, Presidential inauguration, or a Sex and the City movie premiere.

32. They like to age their skin prematurely through frequent tanning.

33. They insist on eating pizza or otherwise fattening food after a night of binge drinking.

34. They’re obsessed with cupcakes.

35. They care more about maintaining their career than a good home.

36. They rarely wear high heels.

37. They think dining out and eating food slathered with butter and salt makes them cultured.

38. They don’t speak a foreign language.

39. They are uncomfortable in their own skin.

40. They like Ikea furniture.

41. They have the intellectual curiosity of a dung beetle.

42. They go on and on about the stupidest shit.

PREVIOUSLY: A Conversation About What’s Wrong With America

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

I went to Cafe Citron with The Rookie on a recent Thursday night. It used to be one of the only Latin spots in the city, always packed with sweaty, aggressive Central American dudes, but so many new salsa spots have opened that it was barely half full this time.

There were three girls dancing in a tight circle near us, definitely the hottest ones there.

“I’m trying to think of my line,” Rookie said.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s a suicide mission right now. One girl won’t just stop dancing with her friends to talk to you.” I thought about it for a second and added, “A dancing approach could work.”

“I’ll just wait until one goes to the bathroom.”

“Or goes to the bar.”

One went to the bar. She was closest to me so I made a move. I tap tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around. “Excuse me but your salsa dancing seems like it’s from Colombia.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Just the movements. That’s how Colombian people dance to salsa.” I was making this up of course.

“No actually I’m from Brazil.”

Living in Brazil for six months has given me an automatic two minute conversation with B girls in the States, because they’re mildly curious about the where and why of my time there. I told this girl a few sentences in Portuguese and she’s smiling and asking me light questions, but I noticed her body was angled towards the bar, as if she wanted to walk away. To gauge her interest I said, “Sorry I didn’t mean to stop you on your way to getting a drink.” She was totally free to leave at that point without being rude. Instead she said, “No that’s fine.” I was getting ready to buckle down when her two friends simultaneously pulled her away from me in a coordinated attack.

I went back to my spot and was trying to understand the emotions I was feeling. It was a mixture of disappointment, annoyance, and confusion. Why would those girls do that? Didn’t they see she was having a nice conversation with a non-creepy guy? It’s not like I was trying to lead her to another part of the bar. I didn’t even start touching her yet.

It’s true I’ve been cockblocked in South America, but usually when doing throwaway approaches on the street or when talking to a girl who had a boyfriend I failed to spot. It has been about 14 months since getting assaulted with a cockblock of this caliber. Standing there with my warm Corona beer, I tried to remember back to when this used to be a common occurrence.

An hour later came closing time and the lights got brighter. I was walking out with the Rookie when he spotted the Brazilian leaving with her group. “I’ll try again,” I said.

I reapproached her in Portuguese. Before I could even finish my sentence, a new female friend wrapped her arm around her and led her away.

“Wow that was rude,” I said to the new cockblocker.

I don’t remember the exact words, but there were a couple tense back and forths where she told me to fuck off while I told her that her that she has no class.

We were out on the sidewalk so I expected a white knight to “save” her and get in my face, but I forgot that Latino men are not as pussified as American betas. One came up to me and said, “Stop talking to that bitch.” He probably got cockblocked by her earlier.

It’s been too long that I’ve gotten into an argument with a cockblocker, so my attack was not as strong as I would’ve liked (she definitely wasn’t about to cry and seemed to get a kick out of our little street battle). And then it hit me—I actually had a scripted counterattack to this problem.

If you get cockblocked by a girl, you need to respond by shaking her core so hard that she hesitates doing it ever again, like a mouse who hits the wrong lever and gets the shit zapped out of him. No jokes and no wit—you gotta get dirty.

This is what you must say to the cockblocker. Say it with a stern tone, like a parent scolding a child.

“Did you really just do that? I’m being friendly and respectful to your friend and you rudely interrupt. Did your parents teach you to be anti-social like that?”

Then shake your head and turn your back on her. Don’t engage her in a conversation or even act like you hear her response. She no longer exists.

It had to have been bad if I started an anti-cockblocking movement, and while from a sociological perspective it’s interesting how cockblocking is a cultural phenomenon, I’m ready to destroy the next ugly bitch that interrupts me while I’m talking to a girl that is obviously considering having this hairiness on top of her in the throes of passion.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

God why won’t he stop. Doesn’t he see you’re squirming over here? That’s it—cut off all eye contact. Good job now draw lines on the table with your finger. He’ll get the hint. What—he’s starting a new story, Jesus Christ. How can he not tell that you’re disinterested? Okay now turn your body language away from him. There you go. Start reading the magazine now. Don’t nod your head or make any sounds of acknowledgement to his “amazing” night out. Wow… he’s still going. What’s wrong with him? Is he brain damaged? How do you get this asshole to shut up?

“Hey man I think I got diarrhea I gotta go use the toilet, later.”

“Oh shit, hey you want some medicine?”

“No no I’m good, thanks. I have a feeling this is the type of diarrhea that will be with me for a couple days, until I check out. Goodbye.”

Some guys are hit with two whammys: they’re boring and they can’t read even the simplest body language signs. The result is a person who goes on and on about stupid shit and simply won’t stop until you have to get borderline rude. I met a Swiss guy in Brazil who had this problem. He was the type who didn’t need feedback on his lame stories—he just wanted to say them. I’ve been starved of social interaction during some lonely stretches on the road, but I’ve never felt the need to make someone uncomfortable.

There were two portly German girls staying in our Pousada and the Swiss guy went to chat them up. He’s a good looking guy and the girls received him well, but ten minutes later he knocked on my door and said, “They’re not very interesting. I think they like black men because they were friendly to the guy who works here.” If he saw me talking to the black guy the night before he’d think that I like them too. His reality is skewed.

You don’t need to be an expert in body language to the point of mind reading, but you need to be able to tell whether a girl likes what you’re saying or not. If she doesn’t like it, then wrap it up or change topics. If she does like it, keep going and milk it for all it’s worth. It’s that simple, but unfortunately not for the Swiss guy. You’d think this fact would be common sense in most humans, but I’ve met eldery people who do the same thing. I’m literally jamming pens in my ears and they keep going as if I was interested. On one side I live in a society and don’t want to be rude to people who aren’t purposefully offensive to me, but then again my lifespan is limited and there’s only so much I time I can waste.

Unfortunately not all of your stories are going to excite others. It has happened many times when a girl is falling asleep while I’m telling her about various moments in my life I firmly believe should one day be incorporated into Hollywood films. A part of my wanted to double down and finish the story with even more detail, but I do the right thing—I wrap it up and change topics. Interactions can always be saved, but not when you ignore what your audience is telling you.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

South American girls don’t drink nearly as much as American girls. When I was in clubs down there I’d imagine how much easier my job would be if they didn’t nurse their drinks. How many more bangs I would have if they didn’t average only two or three for the entire night!

When guys asked me what the deal was in getting with foreign girls, I complained about their slow drinking and how it was harder to get down to business. But was I really getting more in the States because the girls there drank more?

I don’t like to make conclusions with looking at the data, so I reflected on circumstances surrounding the first times I had sex with American girls. First thing I immediately realized was that I never banged a girl who was trashed or shit-faced. This is probably because drunk girls are almost impossible to game. They can’t maintain a conversation, can’t stand straight, and are like retards in how they process stimuli. I believe guys perceive them as easy because they are nearly unconscious and will not be able to put up a strong fight on the way to a bedroom.

(If you want to look at how cockblocking evolved here, look no further than the drinking habits of American girls. If there wasn’t a cockblocking mentality then there’d be a million rapes every weekend because so many of these girls are too immature and stupid to ensure their safety by not drinking to the point of blacking out. They need to babysit each other like little children up until at least their late 20′s. But it’s when girls unnecessarily cockblock, which they do out of habit, that provokes annoyance and sometimes anger from men like myself.)

For my study I chose a sample size of five American and five South American girls I most recently banged and rated them on their drunkenness at the time of initial penetration. Here’s the scale I used:

1: Completely sober.
2: Two drinks. More outgoing and chatty.
3: Tipsy. More flirty with slower movements.
4: Very tipsy. Eyes closing, problems speaking.
5: On the verge of passing out or puking.

Let’s start with the American girls first.

American Girl A: She was drunk enough that The Rookie almost got some right after me. Score: 4
American Girl B: Mostly sober. She kept saying “I don’t usually do this.” Score: 2
American Girl C: She had a few strong drinks. I noticed her speech ability decrease slightly. Score: 3
American Girl D: Sweated out much of the alcohol by dancing. No obvious sign of intoxication. Score: 2
American Girl E: Just a tad tipsy, but otherwise very coherent. Score: 2

Average American score: 2.6

Now for the South American girls.

S.A. Girl A: She was very tipsy when I met her, but the night I hit she only had two drinks. Score: 2
S.A. Girl B: She walked nearly half a mile to my place without any difficulty. Score: 2
S.A. Girl C: We had a glass of wine and then fell asleep. We woke up a couple hours later, completely sober, and did the dirty for the first time. Score: 1
S.A. Girl D: I bought a lot of booze in the hopes of getting her drunk, but she didn’t even finish the first drink. Score: 1
S.A. Girl E: Did it the morning when we were completely sober. Score: 1

Average South American score: 1.4

My sample set says that, on average, American girls are twice as intoxicated as South American girls when I have sex with them. Since these aren’t standardized for time, I cannot firmly conclude that girls who drink more are easier (though I think it’s safe to accept), but I can conclude that American girls are more comfortable having sex under the influence. Alcohol is more of a sex lubricant to American girls while for South American girls it’s dancing or simply nothing.

South America was the first place where I’d kiss or fuck girls who were completely sober. Developing game in the United States I had a belief that alcohol was essential to intimacy, but I understand now that it’s a cultural phenomenon, albeit one that cannot be ignored. While you don’t need to get American girls drunk to fuck, you should drink to connect with them at night. You can cover your sobriety by lying about how you’re the designated driver or what have you, but truth is no girl wants to fuck the designated driver. In South America you can take a girl for a walk in the park and then hit for the first time. I’m not exaggerating.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

If you read men’s rights blogs or forums, you’re probably under the impression that half of all bangs end up with a false rape charge. Because of this blog I’ve known dozens of game guys (or gamesmen, if you will), with more than a thousand notches between them, and not once has any mentioned problems to me with being accused of rape. I know it happens, but the incidence is too small for me to worry about instead of STDs and accidental pregnancies.

I’ve had two experiences which, if you remove all context, could be considered rape. Two separate girls, completely naked, on their backs resisting penetration for the first time. They squirmed around and kept repeating “no” even though were moaning, kissing, and squeezing. I didn’t stop. With one girl I had to use some muscle to pin her down so she’d stop moving. I slept with both girls many times after that, but if there was an edited video shot of what happened those nights I’d be in trouble if either girl wanted to screw me.

While every feminist likes to repeat the phrase “No means no,” it depends on context. Here’s a guide:

“No” when you try to take off her jeans or shirt means… “You need to turn me on a lot more.”
“No” when you try to take off her bra means… “Try again in five minutes.”
“No” when you try to take off her panties means… “Don’t give up now!”
“No” when she’s naked and you try to put it in means… “Yes I can’t wait to have your cock inside me.”

I find the only word that means no is “stop.” If you hear that word then she’ll be asking you to leave soon after.

For every rape accusation I’d want to know at what stage of undress the girl was at before the supposed rape happened. If she was completely naked until saying no, and got there voluntarily, then I’d be reluctant to charge the man with rape unless there were signs of violence. Women need to understand that men aren’t robots who can suddenly stop at the drop of a dime with all that testosterone pumping through their system. Therefore it would be prudent for them not to enter situations where the average man can’t stop due to his innate weaknesses as an animal whose entire existence depends on him successfully mating.

Every roller coaster has a point while chugging up that first hill where’s there’s no turning back and you just need to hang on for the ride. In other words, don’t let a man on your bed unless you’re trying to get it.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

I used to think beauty was beauty, and a girl either had it or not. I was describing the genetic quality of a woman’s beauty—her face, hair, and body type. Assuming a girl doesn’t overdo it with the Haagen Dazs, she will score high on innate beauty if a psychologist measures her face for symmetry and proportion.

I spent a lot of time Argentina, a place where genetic beauty was very high, but wasn’t too crazy about the women. One big reason was because they were lacking in two other components that make up true beauty, which are needed to predict how hard a man will chase for sex.

The first is femininity, and describes her appearance. Is she wearing high heels and makeup? Or is she wearing dirty Converse shoes and a cheap summer dress? Are her clothes snug, revealing her curves? Or does she look sloppy with baggy jeans? Is her hair long? Or did she cut it because she was too lazy to maintain it? While a girl can’t change genetics, she has complete control over how feminine she appears.

Recently I went with my mother to visit her female doctor. Judging by the graduation date from the diploma hanging on her wall, the doctor was in her late 30′s, but looked to be almost the same age as my mom. Her hair was completely gray (she doesn’t dye it), she had no makeup on, and dressed like a menopausal woman. She moved like an old man. Someone who interacts with dozens of people a day was ugly in just about every way except for her intelligence, and has absolutely no pride in how she presents herself to the world. Unfortunately Western cultures are trending towards punishing women for appearing too feminine in the fear that they might be perceived as weak, dependent, and “girly.” At the same time men are punished for being too masculine, resulting in an androgynous archetype that both sexes overlap with (in America it’s common for some straight guys to be confused as gay, and some straight girls to be confused as dykes).

The final component is sexuality. It’s all the behaviors a woman does, consciously or not, that announces to other men her fertility and ability in the bedroom. It’s how she walks, how she looks at you, how she dances, and the minute changes she makes to her mouth while listening to you. It’s the things that make a man bite his lip and vow to do anything to get her. It’s the overall vibe that makes her a sexual animal and worth killing for (in prehistoric time, anyway). In my opinion this is the most important component of beauty because it takes the longest to get bored of. You can take for granted a girl’s pretty face and painted toenails in a week or two, but the magic at which she gets your dick rock hard can last years.

To put things in perspective, let’s compare the three components with four different cultures: America, Colombia, Argentina, and Brazil. Each has scores that range from 0 (lowest) to 10 (highest).

Even with my overly generous rating of Americans, they are still half the women of Colombians and Argentines, and a third of the Brazilians. While Brazilian women are on average not the prettiest in South America, they blow away their counterparts in the other categories. When American women look like men (I predict this will happen in 50 years), a sound option for American guys will be to move to Brazil working on some oil rig or as Amazonian logger.

Having a girl with high genetic beauty and femininity is nice because your conquest is constantly validated with others staring at her, but this gets old after a short while. If you’re going for long-term happiness and pleasure then she needs to have that high sexuality score. If you’re in a country where sexuality is punished, or the women simply don’t have the knowledge or capacity to be sexual, then I think you already know what you have to do.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

A lot of things that used to get me upset or angry in the past rarely does now, whether it’s bad traffic, getting sick, facing unexpected expenses, scabies, or the like. Life experience has taught me that any unpleasantness will pass shortly with only a small chance of permanent harm.

But not with everything. In fact my temper has gotten much worse in one area: with women I’ve had sex with. I blow my top and lose my cool at the smallest slight, calling them out without hesitation and making them cry with no remorse. It’s getting to the point where I leave almost every girl I date in a heap of tears. What’s going on?

For example, in Brazil I was dating a girl who I made tentative plans with to hang out on a weekend night. I texted her at around 5pm to set a time, but I didn’t get a response until three hours later. She said she was sleeping and asked what time we were going out. I wrote back, “I made other plans, I’m not going to wait for you all night.” She called me immediately after, and asked what was wrong.

“Nothing is wrong but you’re playing games, and I don’t have time for that. I made plans with [Danish roommate].” I accused her of lying, that she wasn’t really sleeping. She started crying and said how she put aside other plans to see me. She kept repeating, “Why are you doing this to me?” At that point I thought maybe she really was sleeping, backed down, and told her I’d contact her later.

At 1am, after a few drinks with the Dane, I sent her a text and we met up at a bar for a couple drinks. Then we went back to her place and had mind-blowing sex.

I thought of other cases like that and realized why my temper was getting worse with women: they were rewarding me for it. Subconsciously, my brain refused to tone down the anger because it was getting them more attached to me while improving my sex life. A girl will never say that she wants a man with the temper of a black bear because that would force them to admit they’re wired to be illogical and irrational. Instead they lie to themselves until guys like me figure out their buttons and reap the benefits by being that bear.

I almost never show anger with girls I haven’t had sex with yet. Before sex anger is a huge turn-off, but after sex it’s an aphrodisiac. For instance, if a girl you just met cancels a first date with you, and you bitch her out, she’ll laugh and then delete your number from her phone. But if you’ve been smashing it for a couple months, and then you call her out on a flake, her instinct will be to make a big deal out of it first, fulfilling her need for drama, and then try to smooth things out afterward.

A Buddhist-like approach to dealing with women doesn’t pay off for shorter-term relationships because things won’t get on your terms. If you want your needs to be met, you must be the boss and speak your mind immediately and with impunity. If you think about how she wronged you hours after the fact, then you missed a chance to show that you’re a man. While no woman will say they want a guy who makes them cry and feel like shit during heated moments, it is exactly what all of them want. Don’t listen to what women say, just take a look at who they fuck (me).

It has never happened that I showed my angry side to a girl and she walked. Not once. And we’re talking about girls from different countries and socioeconomic backgrounds, all the way up to the super upper reaches that I probably won’t ever get to experience. It’s hardwired into their brain to want a man who shows anger in measured doses at slot-machine jackpot frequency. While I definitely don’t recommend you use anger as a “move,” I advise you not to hold back. If you’re being disrespected or slighted then you need to let her know as soon as it happens. Your dick will thank you later.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

Here’s an excerpt from Bang:

Since it takes a handful of numbers to get just one date, you may feel some pressure to perform well on the dates you do go on. But you shouldn’t. Dates are much easier than when you first met her because you already have her attention and don’t need to compete with her friends or other guys. Plus, silences are more welcome. If a girl agreed to a date, that means she already likes you and you just have to eke out a respectable performance to get some action. Don’t make it harder on yourself by scheduling a first date with a group or another couple. Resist if she tries to invite you to a party with her friends and be suspicious if she runs into a friend during the date. You want the first date to be in isolation or you are back to when you first met her, competing for her attention and dealing with cockblockers.

First dates are when you can begin to cash in on your investment. You bought an ounce of gold at a low price and are now driving to the coin shop to collect a stack of money. While there may be some disagreement on the selling price, if you stick to your guns and show him a product in good condition, it’s almost a guarantee you’ll walk out of there a happy man.

I say this because I’ve had classic bad dates, where conversation and rapport was weak, but I still got at least a sloppy makeout out of it. I remember a year and a half ago I was at a bar and an okay-looking girl came up to me on her way out and said, “You’re cute.” She slipped me her number written on a dirty napkin. Since that was a first, I honestly thought she confused me for someone else, maybe James Blunt. We went out on a date at another bar a few days later and it was godawful—we weren’t vibing at all and the pauses began after only ten minutes. But I tried to kiss her anyway at the end of it and she accepted.

Keep your first dates simple: a couple drinks at one or two bars. Don’t do coffee, don’t do dinner, don’t go to the park, don’t do ice cream. Just stick to the formula that works. You can have a horrible date, but after two drinks she’s going to feel more aroused and want a little action. If she’s on a date with you then she’s interested, and if she’s had a couple drinks then it’s pretty much a guarantee you’ll get a makeout out of it.

What I don’t understand is guys who don’t try anything by the end of the first date. If that’s you, I guarantee the girls are thinking that something may be wrong with you, because they have already met tons of guys like myself who go for the gold relatively fast (and are rewarded for it). Whereas in Brazil you’re a chump if you don’t try for the kiss by the one hour mark, in the States it’s by the first date mark. The last thing you want is a girl to start wondering about your flaws instead of hers, and that’s what you do when you move too slow or change the optimal formula by being more romantic or otherwise trying to impress her.

When a girl gives you her number she was interested in you at that moment in time, but when she agrees to see you then she’s 100% down. You can get serious action from that even if she’s on a “practice date,” and even if she has to get up early in the morning. Just stick to drinking at the bar(s) and go for the kiss at the end, no matter what. Is she putting some energy into her kisses? Did she let out a little moan? Did she compliment your kissing technique? Perfect, now weasel your way back to her place or yours and destroy it. Please don’t make it more complicated than this, because it really is that simple.

In Bang I describe my favorite weasel move for getting into her place. Here’s a a few recent reviews I got via email:

let me take this opportunity to thank you for Bang; it’s clear, jargon-free, direct, full of useful practical examples—hey, what more could neophytes like yours truly ask for? Equally helpful are your little motivational speeches, especially those of the shit-or-get-off-the-pot variety, which really drive home the need for hard work and persistence. My kudos—and gratitude.

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I’ve always had success with women but it was typically girls iniating the attraction and I would finish from there, mostly with one night stands. BANG provided a foundation or, better put, a sense of comfort for me when I pursued girls. In the year and a half since I read the book, I have referenced it sparingly before dates and how to handle re-building attraction after receiving a number. Although, as I am sure you have learned, gaming becomes a style of your own and what works for you might not work for others. I now no longer use it, but BANG is good for those who need something to lean on as they develop their own game.

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Loved the book. Best pickup manual I’ve ever read. The way it was written was much more my style (in terms of thinking), as opposed to mystery method, which seemed geared more towards guys who think like engineers.

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I read Bang and just finished A Dead Bat. First of all congrats on pursuing your dreams and making the choice to live a creative and worthwhile life. That is the shit. Secondly, I was skeptical about any kind of ‘game’ theory and began reading Bang with strict scrutiny. I told a couple people about this ‘game’ info and they were also skeptical. All I can say is that last night I got the number of the hottest girl at the bar, a grad student sitting by herself who no one else had the balls or skills to approach. 60 days ago I would never have imagined I could do something like that, and I owe my success almost entirely to you. Thanks dude.

Learn more about the book or read sample pages here. It’s available in both paperback and ebook.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

It’s easy to get romanced by direct game. Guys read stories about others who’ve succeeded by going direct and believe it’s the path of least resistance from getting no girls to lots of girls. While direct game does have its uses and can work in certain situations, I firmly believe that if you’re a guy who has little natural ability and needs aftermarket game to get laid, you’ll have a higher success rate with indirect game.

Here are a couple direct game openers:

“Hi I noticed you from across the room and you seem like an interesting person. What’s your name?”

“Hi I don’t have a lot of time to talk, unfortunately, but you seem like the type of person I would like to get to know. Do you want meet some other time over coffee?”

For reference purposes, here are two indirect openers:

“Is it okay if I pretend I’m talking to you? There’s this girl over there who won’t leave me alone, so I’m hoping she’ll see me with you and get the hint. Feel free to touch me lightly on the shoulder to make this more believable.”

“Hey do you speak English? What does this word here on the menu mean? I wish I had a dictionary on my phone.”

Direct game doesn’t mean you get mushy, throw out compliments, or buy her drinks. Then that wouldn’t be game. The above direct game examples don’t reference her beauty, and even set up a little challenge that your interest is dependent on her being a cool person, though some other guys do in fact reference beauty in their direct openers.

Many say direct game is “better,” but unfortunately we’re not able to conduct scientific studies to prove either side. Even my conclusions are based only on experience and anecdotal evidence. The main problem I have with direct game is this: it shows your cards right away and forces the girl to make a decision before you build up any value besides your appearance and confidence. That’s not enough for the majority of Western girls. You’re not giving her the time and information she needs to weigh the pros and cons on sleeping with you. Instead, immediately after the opener, you force her to decide right then and there if she wants to get involved. She’ll bow out (“Sorry I have a boyfriend”), or just be nice to you for the flattering attention. Truth is direct game guys get a lot of numbers but have a pitiful close rate.

But let’s say you’re a natural who has been getting laid since you were 15-years-old. Girls gravitate to you and wherever you go you’re getting checked out, probably due to your above-average looks and sexy body language. In that case going direct may be a better option. For some really good-looking guys who have limited conversational skills, going indirect would actually hurt them. They need to quickly get down to business before she realizes there isn’t much substance beneath the surface.

The more value you have, in terms of looks and status, the more direct you can go where you can approach girls saying they’re beautiful and bang that night without problems. But if you’re a random guy off the street who needs to study game to get the girls he wants, chance are you don’t have that initial value where you will be rewarded for your direct opener.

Every now and then I’m at a bar where for whatever reason I’m getting tons of looks or even getting approached outright. On those specific nights, I can go direct with success. On the other hand, if very few girls are checking me out, or the place is packed with dudes, going direct would be a suicide mission unless my target is ugly. If not a lot of girls are peeping you in the club, approach with indirect game, but if you feel like a rock star and think you can have your pick of whichever woman you want, then go direct. Unfortunately this type of scenario will never happen to most of us.

Bottom line: there are girls who will reject your direct game that would have eventually fucked you had you gone indirect. But not the other way around. If you approach a girl indirect that you could have gone direct on, the only difference is that it will take a little longer for the close. Because of this reason alone, it’s simply a good bet to have a default game that is indirect. Direct game is fun to mess around with on the side, but when I’m serious about getting laid I stay indirect. Even in a country like Brazil, where direct game is more rewarded than in the States, I still roll with indirect game unless I’m on a hot streak. For average looking guys, it’s their best option.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

The travel forum now has reader comments, ideas, and game tips on over 75 countries. It has grown quite a bit since the last time I posted about it in August.

I grouped the locations so you can browse by places you’re interested in. Additional threads for each location have numbered links next to the name, with the highest number being the most recent thread. Links next to the word NEW are threads that were not included in the previous recap.

WESTERN EUROPE

• Amsterdam and Paris
• NEW Europe
• London, England [2]
• NEW Paris, France
• Helsinki (Finland) and Riga (Latvia)
• NEW Helsinki, Finland
• NEW Germany
• NEW Hamburg (Germany), Copenhagen (Denmark), and Malmo (Sweden)
• Iceland [2]
• Dublin, Ireland
• Italy [2] [3]
• Italian / French Riviera
• NEW Lisbon, Portugal
• Valencia and Ibiza, Spain
• Stockholm, Sweden [NEW 2]
• NEW Sweden

EASTERN EUROPE

• Balkans
• NEW Baltic States
• NEW Tallinn (Estonia), Riga (Latvia), and Klaipeda (Lithuania)
• Sofia, Bulgaria
• Prague, Czech Republic
• NEW Eastern Europe [2]
• NEW Mykonos Island, Greece
• Budapest, Hungary [2]
• NEW Lithuania
• NEW Lithuania, Finland, Estonia
• Romania

UNITED STATES & CANADA

• NEW Austin and Dallas, Texas
• NEW Aspen and Snowmass
• NEW Hawaii
• NEW Los Angeles
• NEW LA / San Francisco
• NEW Las Vegas
• NEW Miami [2]
• New York City [2] [NEW 3]
• NEW Phoenix
• NEW San Diego
• NEW San Francisco
• NEW Seattle, Washington
• NEW The Heartland
• NEW Washington D.C. [2]
• Montreal, Canada [NEW 2]
• Toronto, Canada [NEW 2]

ISLANDS

• NEW Aruba
• NEW Cuba
• Dominican Republic
• Guam [2]
• NEW Jamaica
• NEW Puerto Rico
• NEW St. Maarten and St. Lucia

MEXICO & CENTRAL AMERICA

• Central America [2] [NEW 3]
• NEW Guatamala [2]
• NEW Honduras
• Mexico [NEW 2]
• NEW Cancun, Mexico
• NEW Mexico City, Mexico
• San Pancho, Mexico
• NEW Tijuana, Mexico
• Panama [NEW 2]
• Panama City [2]

BRAZIL

• Belo Horizante
• Curitiba
• NEW Curitiba and Brasilia
• NEW Florianopolis
• NEW Florianopolis vs Porto Alegre
• NEW Fortaleza [2]
• NEW Goiania
• Minas Gerais
• NEW Porto Alegre
• Rio de Janeiro [2] [3] [4] [NEW 5] [NEW 6] [NEW 7]
• NEW Salvador
• Sao Paulo [2] [3] [NEW 4] [NEW 5]
• NEW Santa Cruz do Sul
• NEW Trancoso
• NEW Vitoria [2]

SOUTH AMERICA

• Bariloche, Argentina
• Buenos Aires, Argentina [2] [3]
• NEW Cordoba, Argentina
• NEW Mar de Plata, Argentina
• NEW Posadas, Argentina
• NEW Rosario, Argentina
• NEW Argentina
• Santiago, Chile
• Bogota, Colombia [2] [3] [NEW 4]
• Cali, Colombia [NEW 2]
• NEW Cartegena, Colombia [2]
• Medellin, Colombia [2] [3] [NEW 4] [NEW 5] [NEW 6] [NEW 7] [NEW 8]
• NEW Medellin vs. Cordoba
• NEW Medellin vs. Cali
• NEW Santa Marta, Colombia
• Quito, Ecuador
• NEW Paraguay
• Peru [2]
• Lima, Peru [NEW 2] [NEW 3]
• NEW Punta del Este and Montevideo, Uruguay
• NEW Uruguay
• NEW Venezuela

AFRICA

• Ethiopia
• Lesotho [2]
• NEW North Africa
• NEW Southern Africa

ASIA

• NEW China [2]
• NEW Shangai, China
• NEW Goa, India
• India
• NEW Japan
• NEW Tokyo, Japan
• Ulaan Baatar, Mongolia
• South Korea [NEW 2]

SOUTHEAST ASIA

• NEW Cambodia
• NEW Bali, Indonesia
• NEW Malaysia
• Philippines
• Philippines and Thailand
• NEW Thailand, Vietnam, and Cambodia
• Thailand [NEW 2]
• NEW Vietnam [2]

FORMER SOVIET UNION

• NEW Minsk, Belarus
• NEW Caucases [2]
• NEW Russia
• Odessa, Ukraine
• NEW Ukraine
• Tashkent, Uzbekistan

MIDDLE EAST

• NEW Dubai
• Tel Aviv, Israel
• NEW Beirut, Lebanon
• NEW Beirut (Lebanon) and Tel Aviv (Israel)
• NEW Turkey

OCEANIA

• NEW Sydney, Australia

I realize the information is spread all over the place, in sometimes very long threads, but if you’re about to hit the road I think it’s worth your time to sift through the material.

There’s also a lot of other useful threads that are not city or country specific.

• Second tier cities
• Countries where women often do the approaching
• Top 3 cities with most beautiful women
• The real Asian deal
• International social proof
• Finding other cool guys to travel with
• Are Brazilian women nicer?
• Best places for black American guys
• Best places for exotic mulatta girls
• Meeting foreign girls via newspaper ads
• Keeping in shape while abroad
• South American girls in the U.S.
• Nice little towns to relax and decompress
• European babes and South American whores
• Too old for hostelling?
• Do Argentine girls like black guys?
• The Five Flags (multiple passports)

I’ve also added two new forums: Money and Spanish. Here’s a couple sample threads from the money forum:

• In pursuing a mid-level health practioner lifestyle worth it?
• Stocks and trading
• Photographic models and getting paid
• $200k student debt and no job. Time to skip the country?
• Forex trading
• How are you guys making money?

The collective travel knowledge on the forum for single guys is pretty amazing.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

As your game improves you’ll have to approach less girls for better quality, but you’ll still be approaching quite a few girls. It comes down to basic demographics.

Let’s say it’s Saturday night and we’re at a crowded bar where there are 10 cute women.

How many of them are in relationship that they’re happy in? I’d guess 3.
How many of them have fuck buddies? 2.
How many of them are in a bad mood for whatever reason and don’t feel like getting to know a new guy? 1.

That means if you approached all ten women, only four would be open to your attempt without bias. Now I’m not saying that the other girls can’t be banged, but the odds are much lower. That means that every approach you do in that bar for the rest of the night has a higher chance of failure than success, and we’re not even accounting for your game, appearance, or status. Before you open your mouth you’re already climbing the mountain.

If your game is tight, on this night you’ll have to do about three or four approaches before getting at least a number, which is a guarantee of nothing. If you’re a beginner, it’s likely you’ll approach all ten and walk away empty handed, and either have to lower your standards and hit on uglier girls for the rest of the night or go to a different bar.

The point of game, I believe, is being a good option to girls who are open to having sex with someone new. But since so many girls are not open to a new guy (unless that new guy happens to be spectacular), you’ll have to approach that much more just to find a willing audience member. This is one reason why when I go out solo I have a plan to approach ten girls, which ensures I will talk to at least a few girls who are open to a new guy. If I talk to ten and I get no bites at all, it means that I’m not even creating interest in girls who probably want to have sex somewhat soon. Either I have to change my game plan or find a new club with a different vibe.

I know that approaching can be a drag. If we compared it to work, it’d be like having to punch in a set amount of hours a week while some other guy is making passive income from his rental properties. Pussy rains from the sky for him, without much effort, while you work your ass off. But approaching works and it’s one thing that every guy can do until he finds a niche or gimmick. I do it even when I don’t have to in order to stay sharp, because of how quickly game can rust due to inactivity.

If you’re in your 30′s and you haven’t approached 1,000 girls yet, then you’re not even close to realizing your potential. I’m pretty sure I’ve done that many by now, and I have the results that justify it (in my mind, at least). I have a feeling I’ll be approaching until I’m a very old man. And I’m fine with that.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

I’m calling it. Feminism has peaked. From this day on you’ll see a sharp decline in the movement until it peters out in about 50 years when sex is abolished for Demolition Man-like virtual reality sex units.

Here’s a brief timeline summarizing how we got here:

1919
-Women granted right to vote in United States by 19th Amendment.

1960′s
-Rapid rise of feminism followed by female entry into the workforce, a coup for the elite since it kept wages down.

1970′s
-Women drastically ramped up use of their vaginas as sex game weapons, slowly creating demand for counterattack methods.

1980
-How To Pick Up Girls by Eric Weber released.

1990′s
-How to Get the Women You Desire Into Bed by Ross Jeffries released.
-The newsgroup alt.seduction.fast is created.
-Feminized men fight back by participating in the game community in order to better fuck feminists. It remains underground for many years.

Early 2000′s
-Other feminized men complained loudly about feminists and the court system set up to demolish them. These are your men’s rights guys.

2005
-The Game by Neil Strauss released

2010
-Most Western men completely reject feminist notions and have at least a partial understanding of game concepts.

It took many years for the game guys and the men’s rights guys to get some notice. When I was bashing feminism five years ago, I didn’t find other blogs doing the same—it was all done in forums. But now a lot of men sharper than myself are criticizing feminism, and even some women see enough flaws with the ideology that they prefer not being labeled as one. Things said in the past that were called misogynist are now becoming accepted as fact. Progress has been achieved in such a short time, and the backlash will continue as long as most women fail to learn how to please men.

We just need to be careful what we wish for because feminism and easy sex go hand in hand. If it declines then easy pussy will as well. Will this be a good thing for the next generation? Will relationships be more fulfilling? Will women learn how to cook and clean instead of pushing papers in an office? Will men become men again instead of half men who beg for sex from ugly girls? I don’t know the answer to these questions, but I’ve spent a lot of time in a traditional, non-feminist country (Argentina), to know that the alternative of working hard for mediocre sex can be a tough pill to swallow.

Either way, Westerners today are part of an interesting cultural experiment. The men’s right guys are fighting it, unplugging themselves from the Matrix while trying to convince others to do the same. The game guys, on the other hand, are comfortable playing by the current rules for their own hedonistic gain. Changing the world for them just takes energy that could go into fucking.

I’ve long since picked my side because, well, I like sex with different women. I believe that some things aren’t worth saving, and if you don’t like the women here simply import one from another country or go somewhere else. Just not Argentina.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

My first significant streak happened in America. I ended up in a girl’s bed five consecutive times going out, with two of those ending up in vaginal sex. During the streak I was going out with two condoms, travel-size toothbrush, and contact lens case, and in the middle of it I considered buying a murse for my hygiene accessories.

My second big streak happened in Brazil at a certain club. Out of six consecutive times going there I kissed seven girls and banged three of them. Two of those girls were the hottest I’ve ever slept with. Then I went out a seventh time and well, let me start from the top…

The first two times I went to the club was in 2007. On my virgin visit I slept with an awesome girl, who I wrote about in A Dead Bat In Paraguay, and the second time was a meaningless make-out that didn’t make the book. I went back to the United States and two years later returned to Brazil.

The third time I went with two Mexican girls and an American guy who recognized me in the hostel we were staying at. One of the Mexican girls wanted me, but I passed because she looked like a very handsome boy. She got upset, cried, and left. I kissed an 18-year-old girl after and then another girl that who I leveraged into splitting a taxi ride home, saving five whole dollars.

The fourth time I went solo on New Years Day. I stayed there for four hours and got absolutely nowhere, paid my tab, and then on my way out met a half-Lebanese girl who spoke English. We went to another bar and she took me home, but we didn’t do the dirty until the second date.

The fifth time I went with my Danish roommate. We met two young girls and halfway through the seduction we did a switcheroo because the girl I was going for took to his somewhat hidden tattoos. That wasn’t a problem because her friend was more my type, but she was young and flakey and nothing happened besides making out.

The sixth time I went alone. My third approach was on a soap opera actress who didn’t speak English and had never been with a gringo before. I solved that little problem of hers a few hours later.

The seventh time I went alone again. I wanted to keep the streak alive until ten, only because it’s a nice round number. To prepare I first went to the mall to check out girls, approaching two to warm up. That night I ate, showered, and rolled up to the club at a good time looking fresh. The amount of pressure on me was high. I remembered how I couldn’t wait for the previous streak to end, but now I considered myself a professional—a game athlete, if you will. I must embrace the intensity and still perform. No excuses on how it was dead or how the girl’s weren’t good looking. I’d make it happen.

Guys, I spit the best game of my life that night. I wasn’t too eager, I wasn’t too passive, and had the right amount of energy. Every 15 minutes I did a solid approach from one of my two favorite spots in the club. The girls were biting and except for one case there was always a conversation where I was being touched and getting asked questions. But my head was swollen and half of the girl’s weren’t good enough. I kept thinking I could do better.

In other cases I kept running into pairs of girls. I couldn’t isolate any of them and things kept fading out. Nothing was clicking besides fun conversation, and a phone number wouldn’t be enough to preserve the streak. Girls I passed on earlier in the night were now making out with other guys. People were pairing up and I felt like the odd one out. I drank too much. At the same time, I had a booty call begging me to come over and service her. So after four hours I made the decision to end the streak and get laid instead.

I left the club and got in touch with my booty call. She denied me, saying it was too late.

I felt destroyed. Some of the anger was towards the booty call, but most of it was due to the broken streak. I should have hooked up with anything just to keep it going, in hindsight, because it was providing me with an incredible amount of confidence. So much confidence that not hooking up on one night put me into the depths of despair and pain. I was lost and confused. But within a week the itch returned and I was ready to go back to work.

Even though the end of my latest streak caused temporary hardship, I advise you to get a streak of your own going, for a few reasons:

1. It increases your confidence to stratospheric levels. It was like my muscle mass had tripled in size. The streak begins to define you, convincing you that you are the ultimate pimp.

2. You create a new normal. Gone are the days where you have “bad nights” or consecutive nights not getting anything. Gone are thinking that phone numbers means you scored. It becomes extremely weird and grievous if you don’t suck face, and you become more determined to stay out longer while doing more approaches. You learn what it takes to get consistent and the word luck escapes your vocabulary.

3. You ride momentum. This is a big part of successful game, where you hook up with many girls in a short period of time followed by a cooling-off period where not much happens. A streak has the momentum already built in, and I swear my cheeks blushed a rosier red during both of them. It’s like other girls knew I was in a streak and wanted to be a part of it. I fully recommend you hook up with a straggler to keep a streak going as long as possible.

I have one additional tip. When you’re in the middle of a streak and you’re starting to feel the pressure of keeping it alive, focus more on attempts than results. Go out and tell yourself, “Alright tonight I’m going to do ten solid approaches,” instead of, “Tonight I gotta get laid!” Focus on attempts and then when you get a promising prospect the close will be automatic.

Two weeks later I returned to the Brazilian club. It was mostly empty and there wasn’t even ten girls in the place. I order my Johnnie Walker Black with three ice cubes and waited in one of my spots, eventually doing my first approach. It hit, and within 20 minutes we’re kissing and talking about what to name our babies. I’ve never had to approach only one girl in a South American club before. I like to think it was due to experience from the streak.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

Handsome, no?

Looks matter in Brazil, and they matter in a big way. If you have blonde hair, blue eyes, and an above-average appearance, you will have an easy ride. Girls will check you out, invite you to approach them by getting close to you, or just approach you outright.

I remember when my Danish roommate told me the story of how a girl approached him. He rebuffed her by saying he’d chat with her later, and then she approached him again later in the night by grabbing his arm tight, basically begging him to kiss her. That has never happened to me anywhere in the world, and most likely never will.

It’s no surprise that my roommate was not big on approaching (until meeting me, anyway). With his good looks he was never hurting for poon that he had to dive into the trenches and work on his game. So what he did was wait for a girl to check him out before going over to play cigarette game, in addition to maintaining a profile on Brazil Cupid. That’s all the game he really needed in Brazil.

But of course there’s a big catch: I banged about the same quality as him (I like to think better), though he had me beat in quantity. It’s true that I had to work harder by doing far more approaches than him, but by using tighter game, which in Brazil was approaching much more and not being needy, I could get women who were significantly better looking than I’m handsome, while he got girls on the same level as himself.

How do I feel about the extra work I had to put in?

Life sucks! It isn’t fair! Why God, why?!

Though honestly I’m fine with playing the hand that I was dealt, because I know there are a lot of guys in the world who have it worser off than myself (unless you’re a quadriplegic or look like the Elephant Man, you’re still in the game). At the end of the night when me and the Dane were talking about the girls we were banging, I realized the result is the same. If anything, by working harder I’m building a skillset that will stay with me long after our looks fade. The alternative, of crying about it and not getting laid at all, is simply unacceptable.

The Dane and I have become quite good friends (I think I mention him here more than Virgle Kent or Roissy). We have the type of bond where we can openly discuss our strengths and weaknesses, so one day he said to me, “I wish I had your game.”

Without skipping a beat I replied, “I wish I had your looks!”

If he did have my game, he’d be unstoppable, but that will never happen because his results will always be good enough, while on the other hand I’m overcompensating for a youth of zero pussy. He doesn’t have the ache like I do, that while much diminished is still bubbling underneath the surface. Thanks to game, uglier guys like myself can get girls just as hot, or hotter, than a guy who used to be a somewhat famous singer on MTV Europe. No lie.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

There are cases where you’re seeing a girl, contently banging away, then she throws you a curveball and says, “We can’t have sex tonight because…”

1. “…I’m on my period.”

I’ve had sex with quite a few girls while they were on their period, so I know they are more than willing to screw while leaking blood. On the other hand, some girls (heavy bleeders) are truly uncomfortable because it makes a gigantic mess. The key to dealing with this excuse is noting when she tells you.

If a girl truly likes you, she’ll want to spend time with you and hide the fact she’s on her period until the last possible moment, when you’ll be “trapped” and can’t really do anything about it but snuggle. She’ll tell you in bed before the clothes are about to come off and then add a big “Sorry!” This is a great opportunity to be a man. Tell her, “It’s okay baby,” point to your dick and then say, “Well it’s not going to suck itself.”

If a girl tells you she’s on her period at the date planning stage (via phone), she’s lying. This is a big warning sign that she’s not really in the mood to see you and is hoping that you’ll cancel. But of course this is a trap, because even if you do what she wants and change plans, she’ll attempt to give you shit for it.

If she tells you during the date but before you get to a bedroom, it could be a coin toss either way, though most of the time I believe she’s being truthful and “warning” you out of consideration not to get too aroused and potentially blue balled. If you have several drinks at the bar, romantically hold hands, and then she tells you towards the end of the night, she’s merely being thoughtful.

If a girl tells you she’s on her period but adds, “But we can do other things,” then she loves you.

2. “…I’m tired.”

If she tells you this at any point it usually means you’re not going to have sex. Realize that if a girl is really into you she’ll pretend she’s not tired so you don’t think she’s boring. It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, but she should make an attempt to hide this.

For example, say you’re out with a hot girl but you have diarrhea. Do you tell her, “I have the runs today”? Of course not—you’d probably hide that fact until your extreme discomfort prompts her to ask what’s wrong with you. Then you’d play it down while disappearing to the bathroom for 10 minutes because “there was a long line.”

3. “…I’m not in the mood.”

You’ve lost her, or almost have. Withdraw for a bit and tighten up your game.

When in a casual relationship, here is the rule you want to follow: You must always lead the girl to believe that the main thing you want from her is sex, and that by not providing it on-demand you may walk. This keeps her in a state of apprenhension where she wonders if you actually like her or not, and encourages her to try extra hard to be an all-around good catch because she’s scared you’ll leave her if you get better sex. By treating her like a commodity (which she is), you encourage her to provide more value.

Therefore if a girl tells you on the phone that she is on her period, tired, or not in the mood, cancel on her. Say, “It’s no problem because actually I was feeling tired today anyway, maybe some other time.” Notice how we don’t call her out. Instead we provide an excuse that waters the seed of you only wanting her for sex. Add more water by waiting four days before calling her again, after her imaginary period or fatigue spell is most likely complete.

It can be a tough judgment call if she gives you an excuse during the date. Unless she says, “We can do other things,” you’re taking a big chance with your game by sticking around and giving her your time with no future possibility of sex. Personally I would give an excuse to make it an early night, without showing any anger or annoyance. Again, water the seed of doubt.

If she says, “Oh, we can’t have sex tonight,” while walking to your house or hers at the end of the date, and is very insistent on you agreeing that you won’t try to make a move, say, “What… do you want me to sign a contract?” She’ll throw out all sorts of drama and then you can say, “Look, you’re acting weird. Maybe it’s better I leave.” Ditch then wait for her to contact you again.

If she gives you an excuse at the last moment in bed, but does not give you head or let you do her in the butt, get up after relaxing for 15 minutes and tell her you can’t sleep since you took an early nap and rather get some work done. Another option is to say you have to return some videos. If she does go the extra mile to make you orgasm with her other cavities then I see no reason why you can’t give her some snuggly time.

The reason you should take a hard line towards sex excuses is because when you reward a girl for not having sex with you (by spending time with her), she loses respect for you. She begins to see you as another chump. Her game instincts turn on and she’ll wonder how much she can get you to commit to her while providing less and less. Nip this in the bud early, and make her believe that the only thing you want from her is sex (through indirect means that she can’t directly call you out on). She’ll stick around for quite a while to prove to you that she’s worth so much more than that.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

Because verbal game in Brazil not as effective as in the States, the game economy there is mostly built around appearance and confidence. My Danish roommate, who is the exotic ideal for Brazilian women, had to work much less than me for the same result. Now I don’t want to say I get his residual pussy, but it’s happened where girls I’ve preferred gravitated towards his baby blue eyes instead of my common browns.

One night he approached a very pretty girl in a bar and talked to her for maybe ten minutes. He saw her first, liked her first, and approached her first, so there was no ambiguity about who gets her. It’s never happened that a girl he approached went after me, anyway.

Well, there’s a first time for everything.

He introduced me and I made sure to be pleasant but not interesting or funny. It’s just bad form to upstage your wingman by turning on the charm. Instead I worked the monotone and shook hands with a zombie-like expression on my face. But almost instantly she stopped talking to him and started asking me questions. She squeezed him out and began light touches on my arm.

“Hold on one second,” I said to the girl, and turned to the Dane.

“Dude, what’s going on? She’s basically stroking my arm hair like I’m a cat,” I said.

“I know! We just talked a little, but she likes you a lot—you should go for it.”

“Why don’t you work on her a little more?”

“No no she obviously likes you more than me. Just go talk to her don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure? I feel kind of bad.”

“Shutup, just go.”

I did feel bad. He did all the work and now she’s sucking on my big balls, but his insistence was genuine. There was no point in letting her get away, so I kept talking to her. Soon I become a little curious if this was a looks issue or not. I asked her, “Do you like gringos with beards?”

“Yes, and with big hair.” She looked at my helmet haircut, courtesy of the little scissors on my Swiss Army knife.

“Well I have some good news!!!”

To me this was an automatic kiss, which in Brazil doesn’t say much but still the girl was very decent. A little while later, after getting close enough that we were practically breathing on each other, she asked me how much longer I was staying in Rio.

“Well, ummm, only eight more days.”

“So you’re leaving?”

“Yeah but I’m coming back real soon. I mean…”

She moved away from me and sat down next to her friend, neither saying anything or responding to any sort of bar stimuli. I got the paddles out and… clear! Zzzzzt. Nothing. CLEEEAAAAAR COME ON GOD DAMN IT FIGHT! ZZZZTTTT.

The nurse had to pull me away. Time of death: 12:14 AM. I lost her.

While many Brazilian girls would be down for a one night stand, most are not, especially once you move up in socioeconomic status (the exception is if they happen to be traveling). If you’re only here for a week or two your best bet is to go to Lapa and hook up with a black girl as they will be easiest. Those pretty girls you see in the mall likely won’t open up to you if they know you’re only passing through. Not saying you can’t make it happen, but it’s unlikely.

“I shoulda lied,” I said to the Dane. “But honestly I don’t think I would’ve hit in just a week.”

“Yeah that sucks.”

“Bro you woulda been so mad if you saw me hooking up her! I guess it worked out for the best.”

“No I wouldn’t!”

I gave him a look.

“Alright alright maybe a little.”

“I wouldn’t have minded a little kiss,” I said.

“Yeah me neither.”

“It’s all good man.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.”

If you don’t put your wingman first, before any woman you may meet, then you shouldn’t be going out with him. The girls won’t respect you if it’s obvious you’re willing to throw your “friend” under the bus for them. Either go out with big love for your boy or go out alone, because no matter what happens you’ll go home with a smile on your face. Both of us lost the Brazilian girl that night, but we each other we had the potential to meet dozens more. And we did.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

I note ways my interactions with girls are different when I really get along with them. Sure I touch more, laugh more, and kiss quicker, but there’s something I caught myself doing when the chemistry was especially strong: making vague future plans.

For example I’d talk with a girl for a while, she’d tell me she likes sushi, and then I’d say, “Oh I know this great sushi place that has so and so. We should go there one day.”

Later we’re talking about clubs and how she loves house music. Then I’d say, “Have you been to so and so club? On Friday nights their music is incredible, maybe we should check it out.”

I didn’t do this as a “move”—it was just a natural way to share future fun experiences with someone who has similar interests. But then I got to thinking about how to explicitly use this as a move to shortcut the rapport process, and started doing it on purpose. The result is what you’d expect: it creates a feeling that we’ve known each other a lot longer than we really have.

In the course of conversation she’s going to hopefully mention an interest that you share. Then all you have to do is identify a place that has that interest and say, “We should go there.” Don’t set a date, don’t name specifics, just plant the seed in her brain and then change the subject.

If she mentions a love of flowers and you happen to love flowers as well for some reason, say, “Have you been to the Botanical Gardens—they have something like 500 species of flowers. We should go there.”

If she mentions an interest in rock music and you know a free festival coming up, tell her about it and say, “We should go there.”

If she mentions an interest in coffee, and you know an Italian espresso bar then mention it and say, “We should go there.”

As long as she keeps mentioning interests, keep mentioning places you should go to, though if you’re nervous about overdoing it keep a cap at three spots until you get experience and can better feel out the move.

Again, the point here is not to actually get a date (though that may very occur), but to strengthen the rapport and get her mind thinking about spending time with you in the future. You won’t be able to objectively measure the effectiveness of this move, but I’m sure after doing it you’ll feel the connection strengthen.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.

Having to experience flakey chicks is probably the most frustrating aspect of game. You had chemistry with a girl, exchanged contact information, and perhaps did a little kissy action, but she simply wouldn’t get back to you or agree to plans. And then you analyze every bit of the interaction to see what you did “wrong.” I have a mountain of emails from guys listing the many affections a girl has done to them and then asked me, stunned, how she could have possibly flaked.

How can I reduce flaking? Is there a line I can say before getting the number? Etc.

Sure there are lines you can say, but are those flake-reducing or simply game-enhancing? I believe that specific things meant to reduce flakiness are just tightened game features that show qualities like confidence and scarcity, and should be done regardless.

Men are logical beings and when they set a plan or commit to something they carry it out most of the time. If you’re a guy you probably feel a little bad or guilty for cancelling on someone, but women don’t. They have a very powerful rationalization system that makes it all too easy for them to leave someone in the lurch. When it comes to setting plans, the commitment part of their brain is weak and “Yes” is an word that has significant overlap with “Maybe” and “No.”

Just take a look at how much women flake on their own kind. The reason they don’t care when they flake on you is because they’ve been doing it forever. Who the hell are you? You’re some guy she talked to in the bar for an hour, big deal—she flakes regularly on the girlfriend she knows from grade school.

I’m sure you’ve reluctantly gone out on a date with a girl who you were no longer sure about. You didn’t cancel beforehand because, like I mentioned above, you’d feel bad for cancelling. You’re a man of your word. Have you ever heard the expression “She’s a woman of her word”? She’s a heartless beast who doesn’t feel a scrap of guilt for cancelling and flaking, and she feels comfortable doing it because she does it all the time, with other guys, girlfriends, and even family (my sister flakes on me and my dad regularly). And this is all because of the advanced rationalization system that I already mentioned. We really need some scientists out there to do some MRI scans to pinpoint where it’s located in the female brain. Maybe zap it with some x-rays.

My headline to this post was a bit sensational. You can’t eliminate flaking completely, but you can reduce it to practically zero. You must build a wonderful connection. It’s wonderful if after meeting you she’s wondering how she managed to live life until that moment. If you did it right she will message or call you within a few hours of parting before you contact her first. It takes about 8-12 continuous hours to build a conection that has the chance at being wonderful. It’s okay if there was sleep involved for a few of those hours.

I’m sure you’re familiar with Mystery’s seven hour figure, where he says that that’s how long it takes to comfortably bang a girl. I do believe it’s conservative as many of us have done it well before that, but note how it’s easier to have a one night stand with a girl than build a wonderful connection. It’s something so intense and so dependent on real chemistry, which game facilitates, that it resembles Hollywood more than real life. I’ve only done it maybe three times.

Therefore you must ask yourself how reasonable is aiming for zero flakiness? Is it easier to work on multiple girls and bang the ones that come through or should you go all-in on one girl who you’ll probably get tired of after a bang or two anyway? Try to make a wonderful connection, definitely, but the faster you accept flaking, like how you accept the Earth revolves around the sun, the less frustrating your life will be and the less importance you will place on any one girl. You’re able to sidestep the frustration that causes so many guys to quit the game before realizing their potential.

If you think you’ve met “the one” and know the wonderful connection is simmering underneath the surface, it’s best to wait as long as reasonably possible before stuffing your meat inside her to heighten the tension and build a “storyline,” something that is important more in relationships than one night stands. But would I personally wait before having sex with a girl because I may want to wife her up?

Nah, she may flake.

P.S. My second book is called A Dead Bat In Paraguay and is now out in paperback or eBook. Described as "honest," "fearless," and "inspiring," it's a 262 page fast-paced memoir of when I quit my job and tried to bang my way across South America. Check out its home page for a video introduction.