The most optimal game depends on two things: the nature of the women and the culture they reside in. But since women are deeply affected by culture, we can say that it’s really culture that determines the type of game you need to use.

Once you understand the culture, you can devise a game that works in that culture (and that culture alone). Some pieces of game can be shifted around, but not all. For example cocky game works great in the United States, but less so in Colombia. It is more effective in Argentina, but not as much in Brazil. Why is that?

Cocky game was made for confident girls. Since American girls are much more confident, we’d expect it to have a strong effect. On the other hand the girls of Colombia and Brazil are rather needy and insecure. Cocky game is too hard for them, and therefore should be used sparingly, if at all (anything past light teasing will decrease attraction instead of increasing it). The girls of Argentina think they’re European, and with that comes an increase in confidence where you’d see more utility with the cocky vibe.

Instead of throwing yourself into the fire and trying a bunch of random things in a new country, it’s wiser to understand facets of how that culture works and then work your way backwards. Let’s do that with Colombia, which has two main cultural differences that greatly affect how you play the game.

1. Cell Phone Use. Charges are borne on those making the call, not receiving them, so everyone there answers their phone. No one wants to have to call the person back because making calls is very expensive (40 cents a minute). No one leaves a voicemail, and if you leave one it’s a guarantee it won’t be checked promptly. Text messaging is also comparatively expensive, and not frequently used by those who aren’t Americanized. Service is not as reliable and messages can arrive hours late.

Most people never make calls with their cell phone. They go to independent minuto celular vendors located on most street corners to make calls at a cheap rate, usually because they have empty balances on their cell phone and can only receive calls. They are also very slow to recharge their balance. Every time someone calls you it will probably be from a new number, so therefore there is no call screening in Colombia. Girls answer their phone most of the time when you call.

Optimal Game: When you get a girl’s phone number, do not text message her and do not leave voicemails. Call her in 2-4 days and if she doesn’t answer then the correct play is to keep calling back once a day. Leaving a text message may not get a response if she has no money in her balance so setting dates via text is not advised. If she’s not answering it’s because she’s genuinely busy, not because she is screening, since the strange number could be her cousin for all she knows.

Interesting Twist: Email game plays here. I’ve set dates with email relatively easily. MSN Messenger is also popular, but it’s a rather time-consuming way to set a date and I avoid it since you both have to catch each other online at the same time.

2. Family. Family is the most important part of Colombian life. Every girl lives at home with her parents, and they require details of her social life (including potential suitors). Even if she’s in her 20’s, she needs permission to go out. It’ll be common for one of her parents to call her during your date. She also has a curfew which means she cannot stay out late. You usually don’t have enough time to take her out and then return to your love dungeon for a lengthy bedroom seduction.

Optimal Game: The home dinner date. It’s the most reliable way of getting a girl into your house and boozed up in a short amount of time. Be sure to cook a light meal without a lot of grease so the alcohol absorbs properly (I recommend a basic chicken stir-fry with rice). Since you don’t have to move locations, you can bang her without going over her curfew. You generally can’t do two dinner dates in a row so only use it when you’re at least 50% certain she’s ready to bang (preferably after you’ve made out with her). I’ve done more dinner dates in Colombia in six months than in the United States the previous five years.

Interesting Twist: If you have a poor girl on your hands, she may ask you for taxi money back home.

A third dimension which I’ll just briefly mention is social circle. There is no nighttime pick-up culture in Colombia as girls hang out in huge mixed-set groups, so the optimal game will involve more daytime approaches at malls and universities.

I’m tempted to add Catholicism. Brainwashing from the church causes girls here to give robust resistance in the bedroom, but since the optimal game remains the same (persistence) there really is no need to describe it in-depth.

If you just understand the cell phone and family differences in Colombia, you’ll be well ahead of other gringos in banging the girls there. There are others which I will discuss in the future, but these two are the most important.

When you want to bang abroad, you’ll save yourself a lot of grief if you step back and see how the culture functions. How is the belief system different? What are some common things you see differently from your own country? What are the personalities and behaviors of guys who have the hot women? Then devise a few tactics that may be more suitable for your new environment and try them out.

But how about if you don’t have enough time in your visit to study cultural nuances and just want to get your flag? Then throw efficiency out the window and approach like a machine with the game you know. And hope for best.

P.S. If you liked this post then I think you will like my book Bang, a collection of simple but powerful techniques, moves, and lines that make it easier for the average 20-something man to be more successful with women. Topics in Bang include discussion of the alpha male, effective opening lines, conversation themes, getting phone numbers, detailed dating strategy, and much more.

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I finally found a room in Botafogo, a mostly middle-class neighborhood adjacent to Copacabana. The only problem is that I’m incredibly close to the Dona Marta favela, roughly two or three minutes away on foot. I look outside my window and feel like I can reach out and touch it. They say in Rio that if you find yourself walking uphill you should turn back, and my building is definitely on an uphill slope.

I’m here because finding a reasonable monthly rental in Rio during December, January, or February is close to impossible. I was facing New York City prices, and even my current spot is more expensive than the nice room I rented in the best part of Medellin. After Carnival (Februrary 16) I will look for something better, as prices should drop by about 50%.

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I live in a six-apartment building close to where the tree line begins in the bottom left of the photo. The Christ Redeemer statue is nearby on the right.

The street in front of my building is used by the favela dwellers to access their shacks and sometimes I watch them from my window. They appear to be a clean and simple people, more lively and expressive than their one-hundred times richer counterparts in Ipanema. I’m tempted to go into the favela during the day and grab lunch to see how it compares to all those Brazilian movies I’ve watched. Since everyone thinks I’m Brazilian I have a good feeling I can visit in flip flops and plain clothing and make it out without any problems, but of course I won’t do it.

My upper-class Brazilian friend asked for my address yesterday and after I gave it to her she replied with this:

It’s basically inside the favela, hahahaha. i would NEVER live there.

“The infinitesimal place I take up is so tiny compared to the rest of space where I’m not, and which has nothing to do with me; and the portion of time given me to live is so negligible next to the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t—while in this atom, this decimal point, the blood courses, the brain works, and wants something also… What an outrage! What nonsense!”
—-Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev

Sometimes I wonder how it will feel like when my time is up. Will I be conscious of the last breath I take? Will there be a moment of awareness after my heart stops? When clinically dead, will I be able to feel or sense anything, suggesting that the electrical impulses in my head ramp down slowly, or will it be more like an on-off switch where things fade to black? I wonder how it will feel the second I know I’m going to die, assuming I don’t get a bullet in the head or find myself in an exploding airplane. I like to think it will be a moment of blissful resignation, but I wouldn’t rule out a combination of sheer terror and unfathomable fear.

I don’t believe in an afterlife or a soul. When you die, you die, and everything that you are disappears from the earth, only to be remembered briefly by your ancestors or works. I can’t think of anything more cruel—to be given life and the opportunity to grow and change and experience and love and have it all taken away from you, as if it was all for nothing, nothing but nature’s joke on you. It won’t matter how many women I’ve slept with. It won’t matter how well-traveled I was, how many languages I was able to speak. It won’t matter how many expensive things I was able to accumulate. And all those books I’ve read, those tasty dishes I learned to prepare—for nothing! All those experiences I learned from, some that helped me become a better person, all for naught.

But no matter how meaningless, insignificant and absurd human existence is, I feel very alive right now. I can feel pleasure and pain, happiness and disappointment. I can shape how I want to live the current moment and do just a bit of planning to help assure future moments feel great as well. Though I’m very skeptical of free will, as each of us are limited by and dependent on too many factors outside our control, I do have enough power to make marginal and sometimes significant improvements. There are things I can do to more often hit the pleasure centers in my brain, helping push aside those poisonous existential thoughts that inevitably lead to depression and melancholy.

The worst thing about life—death—is also the best thing, because I know that my time here is limited, and it’s best spent pursuing what I want, and nothing less. I look at people who postpone, waiting to act, either for some type of miracle or maybe the arbitrary flip of the calendar year in the form of a “resolution,” and I think to myself, “Don’t these people know that one day they’re going to die?” Maybe they forgot, and won’t be reminded until someone close to them passes away, or when they themselves go through a serious health scare, but by then it may be many times harder to make any sort of meaningful change.

But I don’t forget. That’s why today I will wake up and do what I want to do, in the place that I want to be. It won’t be a perfect day as I am bounded by the human experience, but the parts that I can affect and mold are being affected and molded. And if you tell me I’m going to die tomorrow I’ll just shrug my shoulders at you, because before I take my last breath I know I’ve done everything I possibly could to live this meaningless, insignificant and absurd life to the absolute best of my ability.

Expanding on the why logic hurts guys theme, I want to give two examples of how to drop the same job: a world-class clay potter.

You’re at a bar talking to some girl. The first question she asks you is “What do you do?” You reply, “I’m a world-class clay potter. I do exhibits here in D.C.” The girl looks at her friend and rolls her eyes. “What a loser, bragging about clay pots,” she thinks. The conversation dies down a couple minutes later.

You’re at a bar talking to some girl. The first question she asks you is “What do you do?” You reply, “You mean for money?”

“Uh yeah for money.”

“Well it’s complicated.”

“Complicated?”

“Yeah well I work with the Earth. I make things with mud and dirt. Then I sell my mud creations to discerning individuals.”

“Are you serious?” she asks.

“Yeah I love mud. I just have this thing for mud. I mean, who doesn’t?”

“I don’t,” she scoffs.

“Well that’s a shame. Thanks to mud, I’m able to come to bars like this and buy this beer. Cause of MUD.”

“You’re weird.”

Then she gives you a look, wondering if you’re serious or not. Three hours later you’re fucking her on your bed. On her way out, she notices a picture of you handing a clay pot to the mayor of some small Eastern European town, a piece you sold him years ago. You call her a few days later and she agrees to go out with you, and you fuck her again.

Logic dictates that you should directly state an accomplishment to a girl in hopes of bedding her, but as many guys know, this doesn’t work. If logic worked, guys would be wearing t-shirts with their yearly income and/or dick size (the latter for me), yet in reality they would be labeled a douche and laughed out the bar.

Be shady and dance around the answer instead. Purposefully not impressing a girl is the best way to impress her, since it shows you don’t care about her and that your value is higher than hers. Let her find out things eventually on her own by accident (after some insinuation on your part) where the effect will be much more potent. Let her think: “Why didn’t he brag about this great accomplishment?” Because you don’t give a shit. And that’s a key piece of the puzzle to fucking a lot of girls.

P.S. If you liked this post then I think you will like my book Bang, a collection of simple but powerful techniques, moves, and lines that make it easier for the average 20-something man to be more successful with women. Topics in Bang include discussion of the alpha male, effective opening lines, conversation themes, getting phone numbers, detailed dating strategy, and much more.

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My attempts to teach others to objectively use the 1-10 scale to describe female attractivness has failed. For guys outside of my crew, the scale means absolutely nothing and doesn’t do what it was supposed to do: standardize beauty. The problem is that guys give every girl a 7 or 8 when that’s far from the case.

So it’s time to come up with a more general scale that will work anywhere at a slight cost of precision. Let’s put all women into the following five categories:

1. Beast. These are the girls that reduce your confidence after sex, not increase it. You wake up the next day and wonder, “What was I thinking?” This happened to me once a couple years ago when I experienced such morning shame that I had to escape from the girl’s house after she hopped into the shower. I fenced a wall of her gated community and grabbed a bus because I couldn’t afford a cab.

2. Okay. A girl you wouldn’t introduce to your friends, but is bangable. She probably has about 10 extra pounds, some mild acne, and a sense of style that makes my lumberjerk shirts look awesome. You want to put girls like this is the fuck-buddy bin. Side note: It’s strange that girls who are fat or ugly have bad style, even though style is something easily changeable that could drastically improve appearance. A fattie should never, ever step out of the house with anything less than three-inch heels.

3. Cute. This is your classic 7. A girl who is attractive and extremely bangagle, and your friends wouldn’t hesitate to say “I’d hit.” On some nights when she does creative shit with her makeup she can be extremely attractive. She will also look better during short vacations to Las Vegas or the Carribean because she starved herself the week prior to get ready.

4. Real Cute. Reaction from your player friends will be “Damn, she’s cute” or “Oooh she’s real nice.” Most normal men though would call these girls hot. I would only get into a longish term relationship with a girl in this category or higher, because with a merely Cute girl I’d be disturbed with thoughts knowing I could definitely do better.

5. Hot as balls. To get a girl here you will need a little bit more than just game, perhaps status or fame with a healthy dose of luck. If a friend sees you with her his comments may enter the haterade realm of “How much are you paying to hang out with her?!” or “How the fuck did you get her?” The irony of the Hot As Balls girl is that you often see her with some overweight, balding, unkempt, or otherwise extremely hairy man. Life plays cruel jokes on us all.

Let’s put this system in action with a couple examples…

“Yeah last night I woke up next to this beast and remembered that I didn’t use a condom. Should I get tested?”

“I’m tired of banging okay girls. Should I bang prostitutes on the side to improve my approach game?”

“I approached this hot as balls girl and she told me that she wouldn’t have sex with me if I was the last guy on earth. Then she threw her drink on me. What’s a good line that I could have responded with?”

And so on.

So there you have it. The 1-10 scale, unfortunately, has failed. If Virgle Kent or Roissy tells me they went out with an 8 I’ll know exactly what we’re working with, but any other guy and the 8 will probably not be an 8. She’d just be okay.

If this scale falls then I have another one waiting in the wings. It’s called “Pic or shut the fuck up.”

I’ve chopped up her missive because of its enormous length…

A friend has sent me the address to your blog. And I was very surprised to read the content of it. It is very sad to see that a well educated men from a known developed country has such a small and limited view of the world. Or maybe he doesn’t have, but he is definitely making a buck or two on that.

Don’t you realize that some of your readers actually believe the things you say? It is people like you that make prejudice still exist. Instead of using your international experience and your ability to write to make a difference and help people be more culturally diverse, no you had to make a big joke about the countries you’ve visited.

In the past couple years I’ve been more careful here before hitting the publish button because a lot of guys depend on my information for not only picking up girls but where to take their vacations (I like to think the number of guys who’ve visited Cordoba because of me is in the hundreds). Sure I include a little theater in some of my writing, but when it comes to straight-forward advice I keep it clear and honest.

Everything I’ve written about the countries I’ve visited has been based on my own careful observation and information from dozens of other guys whose brains I pick, preferably in person. While my job is to generalize, I resist doing it until I’m very certain that what I’m sharing will apply to most men. And the reports I get back show that my generalizations are almost always dead-on.

As a Brazilian girl myself, I can tell you that there is nothing more lovely then having to explain that Brazil is not about naked women, sex and soccer. It is SUCH an honor to explain that actually, I’m not a whore to every ignorant guy I meet along the way. By the way, I do hope that you are smart enough to get that I am being ironic here. It is sad and disgusting to know that there are still people that see Brazil in that way. There is more to Brazil then that. I am not from Rio, but I’ve been there many times to tell you that there is more to Rio then that.

I know that in A Dead Bat In Paraguay I painted a picture that Brazilian girls lean towards the easy side, but I made sure to explain that quality is the big unknown factor. While guys share tales of incredible sexual adventures in Brazil, they sometimes forget to include that they paid for it, or that the girls were beastly, or that they banged a former man. (Romanticizing about travel is not something that only travel writers do.) The stereotype of the easy Brazilian girl continues through the power of inertia and it’s only during extended time here that I’m realizing Brazilian girls are definitely not easier than American girls. Sure once you bang them they’re more sensual, loving, affectionate and all that good stuff, but getting there takes more work.

Thank you so much for creating a legion of ignorant jerks and maintaining the ones that have always been that way! Yay for American men who think that they are so much better then the rest of the man in the world that they can just fuck which ever girl in Brazil they’d like.

I always advise guys to take time to learn the local language, which many of them do. The “ignorant jerks” you speak of not only spend more time in Brazil, contributing healthy amounts of money to the local economy, but they know more of the language and culture. As for fucking, last time I checked sex is a natural act that both women and men enjoy. Since every woman they fucked wanted to get fucked by them, it’s clear to me that I’m making the world a better place. I sleep very well at night as I consider myself doing God’s work.

I find that your blog on “Brazilian Girls” it’s quite wrong and poor in data proving whatever it is that you are saying. First of all, in case you haven’t noticed, Brazil is a country almost as big as the USA, and quite diverse. Even Rio de Janeiro is diverse as a city can be, as Manhattan is very different from Brooklyn. What you did was a poor generalization of your own experience, which lets face it, it is probably fake. Which, frankly, I don’t give a damn about it, I just feel sorry for the girls who did end up going to bed with you. But I guess you often lie about your master piece blog and books. You may think that this is a big joke. But we are talking about prejudice here!

While Brazil is a huge country, most guys will spend lengthy amount of times in Rio, so it makes little sense to research how girls are like in dumps like Recife or Salvador where the talent is hurting. Plus there there are very few tribes in Rio (Brazil’s Miami), as opposed to nearby São Paulo (Brazil’s New York). The culture is homogeneous and for the most part you only have a couple subgroups: the artists/bohemians, the preps, the meatheads/cheerleaders, and the gangbangers. In New York you can have half a dozen different tribes in the same neighborhood, so it would be just about impossible to write an all-encompassing post called “How To Pick Up New York City Chicks.” The reason I can generalize about Rio and Brazilian girls in general is because there is so little variance.

To give you an example, I can tell, by my own experience living in the USA as an exchange student almost 10 years ago, that I’ve never seen so many pregnant teenagers, or teenage mothers, as my classmates in High School, and may I add that none of the people I knew from Brazil were even having sex at that time. Also I was often surprised when the girls would talk about doing blow jobs on the first date – which in Brazil, we just make out, and apparently that makes us the easy ones.

Do you think It’s not a coincidence that the most bitter email I’ve gotten from a Brazilian girl happens to be one who lived in America for a lengthy amount of time? Again she’s merely letting off steam and attacking the “Brazilian girls are easy” stereotype instead of my previous writings on it.

Have you ever pointed out the cultural differences? You’ve not mentioned once that there are all kinds of girls here. The same thing happens in the USA and in many other countries. And by the way, I would never dance in a club the way some American girls do – which is much more promiscuous then the way the cariocas from the favela dance.

An educated Brazilian girl in the North is very similar to one in the South if you take away factors like appearance and accent. If you’ve heard an average guy’s story about picking up a Brazilian girl and dating her, you’ve heard them all: fast kiss, bit of work to bang, needy, wanted a relationship fast, did something crazy in a fit of jealous rage.

This Brazilian girl complains about grinding, but then she’ll regularly tongue-down two or more guys a night like I commonly see in the clubs. I think exchanging saliva (and possible diseases) is a more intimate gesture than bonobo rubbing through multiple layers of clothing.

After you travel around the whole country and see that each state, and realize that even each city and town has their very own culture then you can attempt to make a few statements. And still, there is not way that you alone can make such a generalization.

I’ve been to the following states: Ceará, Rio Grande do Norte, Pernambuco, Bahia, Espirito Santo, Paraná, and Rio de Janeiro. Many Brazilians have told me that I’ve seen more of their country than themselves. I have a basic understanding of how each state is like and while there are differences like New York City and Washington D.C. are different, every Brazilian state is not a completely unique world like she is insinuating.

Even if you do a proper research with over 100 cases from each city and country you visit, which is enough for statistical data, maybe then you can say “some” “most” “out of the research x% …”. But don’t go assuming and saying things which are absurd, especially things that most people don’t have access to the information. How would you like if someone went around and wrote about American girls, but just taking on city and trash talked them? I don’t know about you, but most Americans I know would not be flattered.

Most American guys I know are tired of American girls, so they would find it to be very amusing, as they have here in the past. They don’t have this blind pride when it comes to their country’s women. They can admit that hey, there are some big flaws here and I’m going to have an open mind to see what else is out there before I commit my lifeblood to any one girl.

Also, this is the part of the email where the girl outs herself to be an engineer or scientist of some sort. As someone who has worked in the science field, I can assure you that she is most likely a very homely women whose opinions should be taken with extreme hesitation.

I’m not saying that what you wrote doesn’t happen here in Brazil – I am well aware of how things are here, as I’ve traveled to most states in the country and have friends from all over the country, from different backgrounds and different social status. What I am saying is that the same thing happens in the USA and most other countries.

Flip flop!

Do you even know what goes on in the country? Have you studied or learned about the social differences and why things are the way they are? Have you learned Portuguese? Have you learned how public education works in Brazil? How hard it is to have access to things in the country? It doesn’t sound like you have. It doesn’t seem like you even learn the Brazilian way of living. How hard it is to find work here, how people really have a hard time paying the bills, getting education, safety and so on! It looks like you are just an ignorant man who is making a joke for the fellow ignorant men out there. And that’s too bad.

I won’t even bother mentioning how sexist your blog is, because honestly it doesn’t look like you are looking for a girl with a brain. Which bad news for you, because looks go away, no hot girl will look hot after their 65.

Paying the bills? Hot until 65? Alright I think I gave her enough space here. She obviously has a lot of pent up anger from how her country is viewed, but my response to that concern would be, “Why do you give a fuck?” If some random Australian complains about the United States, am I going to take the time to argue with him about why he may be wrong? I honestly couldn’t care less and it’s not because I have zero patriotism, but if someone comes at you with a negative opinion it’s going to be impossible to change that with reason and logic instead of more needed violence. In the end I get the last laugh anyway, because he’ll go home and watch American movies, listen to American music (I got a feeling!), and eat shitty American food, while the only thing I’ll continue to know about Australia is what I gleaned from the Crocodile Dundee movies and Outback Steakhouse.

In the end this email is a criticism on generalizations. I agree that there is a problem with generalizations as it does not apply 100% of the time, but they are absolutely essential in sharing information that others can use with a reasonable degree of certainty and consistency.

“Girls from Cordoba are hot.”

“Colombian girls are flakey.”

“South American girls are needy.”

“American girls are crazy easy, and one night stands are very common.”

“Brazilian girls have big asses.”

These statements will hold true at least 80% of the time, and it allows me to compare and contrast different cities and girls for those guys who are looking for something different. Without it then it would be impossible to properly advise guys where and how to spend their limited time on this Earth.

A consistent way to feel depressed or unhappy is to compare yourself to other people.

He has a hotter girl than me.

He has a better job than me.

He has more stylish clothing.

His apartment has a better view of the city.

His cozy neighborhood cafe has poetry readings and I love poetry. All I have is a Starbucks.

And so on.

If you were the only human on Earth, living on an island, the main source of unhappiness you’d have is loneliness, but since we live in what’s called a society it’s impossible not to compare our lot to others. And since society is large, with many millions more successful than ourselves, it’s easy to feel down on what we have, which in fact may be more than what 90% of the world has.

One way to tame this unhappiness is to think of the costs. He has more money than us, but how is his lifestyle? Turns out he’s working 12 hour days and it took four extra years of education to get there. Do you want to do the same? He has bigger muscles than you, but he spends 10 hours a week in the gym. Are you prepared to spend that amount of time in the gym to have what he has? He has a knockout on his arm, but she’s actually a cunt and didn’t put out until the eighth date. They don’t have sex often. Is it worth putting that effort in? When you think in terms of costs, it’s easier to feel more content with what you have. As long as you don’t use it as a way to rationalize your laziness, it’s a good way to remind you that most things which have value takes work and commitment.

Now if you do need an extra kick in the ass, for example if you’re in a foreign country and what to nail the hottest girls, all you have to do is compare yourself daily with other guys who have the type of girl you want. By making yourself feel inadequate, a surge of motivation will come forth to help relieve the inadequacy. You do the amount of work necessary to accomplish the goal, which you may already know is probably not worth it in the end, since goals that are worth the chase have desire that comes from within, not by comparison. If you find yourself regularly using comparison to stay motivated, then it may be time to find yourself a new mission.

I met an Irishman at the Colombian university where I studied Spanish. He was a nice guy and I invited him to the food court area to hang out for a bit. He was fluent in Spanish and I complimented his ability and picked his brain a little.

The topic got onto girls and I told him night game is inefficient in Medellin and that my strategy focuses on approaching girls during the day. He was curious of course and I showed him how to do it by approaching a group of three girls next to us in Spanish. The girls invited me to sit at their table and about five minutes in I introduced the Irishman.

He almost fucked it up. He started talking way too much and not giving the girls a chance to answer, and with my inferior Spanish I was being pushed out of the conversation. He had no apparent technique and the girls appeared disinterested, adding no more than a phrase or two during breaks in his monologue. I knew I made a mistake by approaching with an unknown wingman, but I maintained my cool and only spoke when I had something insanely witty or funny to say. This set up a little contrast where I was obviously the more interesting gringo.

It’s hard enough maintaining a conversation with four other people in English, let alone in Spanish. The conversation was dying out. Before it got painfully awkward I ended it by saying we’re getting back to our studies. The Irishman didn’t object because he had since ran out of things to say.

He left soon after that, leaving me alone. Five minutes later the cutest girl stares at me and says, “You can sit and study with us if you want.” I moved back to their table and for the next half hour I’m doing my work with little breaks of talking to them. Since there were other girls I had to work the subtle tip and ask for everyone’s email address to stay in touch with the cute one, suggesting we hang out at some bar they mentioned earlier. I wasn’t too concerned since I’ve had a bit of success with email addresses in Medellin before.

The girls went to class and the Irishman swung by later. Apparently pumped up by my theories and sample approach, he ended up talking to a girl on some grassy area.

“Yeah it was going well, but I didn’t ask for her number,” he said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“I don’t no. I’m an idiot I should’ve.”

Eventually he asked for my phone number and I got his. I’d hang out with him again during the day but at night I rather go out solo dolo than with a beginner who needs heavy pickup instruction.

Three hours later he calls me. Strange, I thought, but I picked up.

“Hey Roosh how’s it going?” he said.

“Pretty good. What’s up?”

“You know those emails you got today?”

“Yeah what about them?”

“Can you give me the email of the [cutest girl]?”

I paused for a few seconds to digest his request. I was eating an avocado with a light dusting of salt from my bed while watching reggaeton music videos. I know that reggaeton uses Spanish that is not exactly up to formal standards, but it keeps me on top of the language.

“Are you joking?” I said.

“No I just thought you didn’t like her.”

“Huh? You think I did all that work for you?”

“Uhhh I thought you liked the other girl.”

“Nope.”

“Oh, okay then. Well maybe I’ll see you tomorrow at school?”

When I got off the phone I deleted his number. I spent the time to explain to him a skill that can get him a thousand numbers, but because he views women as scarce and highly desirable, he wanted to go all-in for this one email address on a girl that he neither approached nor closed.

A lot of guys who study game are concerned that once the information is out there, all these other guys will do it and then decrease the overall value of game. But most guys don’t have what it takes to improve and to change. Most guys don’t have balls (or even the proper work ethic), and even though they know that game works and it’s something they should do, they remain harmless threats to those men who remain fighting in the trenches.

I was in a Brazilian club recently with a group of Brazilian guys. Most of them were in college, around 22-years-old, and I thought of myself as the wise elder of the group. To foster conversation and build rapport I asked them questions about Brazilian women that I already knew, pretending that I was learning information that was completely new.

A couple hours into the night the group scattered and I found myself with only one of them, a short but muscular engineering major at the local university. He overdrank a bit but overall I found him to be a good, fun kid.

Following him through the club, he opened a group of five girls, a tough approach in any country. Instead of dealing with the entire group he focused on the girl closest near him, a logical move since the music was too loud to attempt to engage everyone. About fifteen seconds into his approach, the ugliest girl of the group raises her hand into his face and makes a goodbye motion, telling him in so many words to fuck off and die.

Now if she did that to me then I’d accept it and move on because I almost deserve it for all the women I’ve used and abused over the years, but this guy was harmless. He only tried to have a conversation instead of going for cheap feel. He didn’t say anything sexist or mean. The ugly girl had no reason to treat him like trash.

I saw the ugly girl’s hand hanging in the air and my vision focused on her chubby fingers going back and forth in an undulating wave pattern. That bitch… who the fuck does she think she is? Does she think she’s better than him? I became enraged. I couldn’t believe that this undesirable human being would disrupt the normal flow of nature and prevent an attractive person from getting with another attractive person. Just because she can’t stop stuffing her face with Hot Pockets doesn’t mean she should interrupt the game of someone who can.

In one quick motion I put my hand on top of her wrist and pushed down.

You could only see the shock on her face for less than half a second. She quickly glanced at a far off spot in the club and started to dance again with a forced grin as if nothing happened. She didn’t look in my direction again. Of course the approach was over but I taught that bitch a lesson: do not disrespect a man who didn’t disrespect you. I guarantee you that for the rest of her life she will never do that again. Part of being a real man is teaching lessons to those who sorely need it.

Now imagine if all men would stand up to disrespectful women, whether it be cockblocking or just general bad behavior. Most of the problems that we bitch about would eventually disappear, all because we stopped accepting it. If we don’t punish what deserves to be punished, it will merely continue.

I have no sympathy for guys who always whine about getting cockblocked, because they’d remain silent if I ask them what they’ve done to stop it. Have you called out cockblockers? Have you made it uncomfortable for girls to continue cockblocking? Have you put the nasty fat bitches of the group in their place? Have you ruined her night by teaching her a lesson she’ll never forget? If not then as far as I’m concerned you’re part of the problem. You have done nothing to stop it so you don’t deserve for the problem to stop affecting you.

One night at a time, one girl at a time, we can change the world.

In Medellin I met a lot of guys who frequented prostitutes, and I want to talk about the main argument they use to justify their behavior:

You’re paying for it anyway. You have to take her out to dinner and drinks. That costs money and there’s no guarantee you’re going to get laid.

Somewhat reasonable on the surface, but it’s only true for men who don’t have game, where the cost of new pussy acquisition (cost per notch) can be the per capita income of some third world nations (no joke).

If you have solid game, getting laid is incredibly cheap. Most of my lays in the United States are one night stands, and that’s a cost of $0 until you start counting the indirect costs related to existence (true cost per notch). Half of my dates are simply going over to the girls place to bang and many others are where she pays because she knows I’m poor.

Game is like having passive income, where even if you are not currently paying to play, you still have residual pussy that you can fuck for free. With prostitution the moment you stop paying is the moment you stop fucking.

It’s true that learning game is not cheap and takes time, but if you put in at least a year of solid work, you can have a lifetime of scoring pussy relatively easy. It’s like getting a college degree for a job that guarantees full employment until you die. The alternative is not getting the girls you want, whining on men’s rights forums all day long, and having to pay a whore each time you want to fuck. Your only hope of a relationship in that case is a mail order bride (which I’m not bashing but just saying).

The main difference between guys learning game and guys banging prostitutes is laziness. The second is creepiness. Meet a regular john and you’ll understand what I mean—they brag about fucking prostitutes like a college guy brags about fucking a sorority slut. I’ll just say this: if the girl you fucked wouldn’t acknowledge you on the street afterwards, and in most cases would ignore you and pray you don’t recognize her, then I consider your bang to be shameful and something you should keep to yourself.