X = notches
First calculation for CPN of exactly 50.

X * 50 = (X + 1) * 45

(X * 50) / X = (X * 45) / X + (1 * 45) / X

50 = 45 + 45 / X

5 = 45 / X

X = 9

If the CPN was 90 before this fuck, its a different story altogether.

Great blog. Wonder what your book is like.

Roissy, all the above points you made a substantial, esp. the one I quote. However, I wanted to point out that the market value of pussy is somewhat relative. In DC, there are 6’s who are considered 10’s because of their company and who they date.
But you can go into the suburbs and find stunningly beautiful (and natural) 10’s who carry themselves like 1’s because they’re from a different class of people and date trash. So class plays into market value as well.

Anyone ever met a society woman and though “Ewwww! I can find better at the 7-Eleven slurpee machine any Saturday!!”

yet?

numbers are not the crux of the issue. after all, there are technically more pussies in the world than penises. what matters is the relative demand for each; that’s what sets the price. the demand for each unit of penis is weaker than the demand for each unit of pussy for very obvious biological reasons (for example, one penis can impregnate many uteri) and the market prices, through the dating mechanism, reflect that.

“low-standard pussy is as much a substitutable good as margarine for butter”

if i were a gourmand, i might substitute margarine in a pinch, but for the long haul i’d prefer my meals use rich irish cream butter.

“the fact that one pussy is substitutable for another has immediate economic consequences”

this is a good frame of mind for a guy to have when playing the field, and one i recommend any man internalize, but it is not entirely true. women have sexual market value just like men do. all pussy are not created equal. a man will sufficiently lower his standards for a one night stand with an eager woman that requires no effort on his part to bed except the basic minimal mental focus to keep his cock hard. getting him committed to her is another matter.

“You must be a fucking genius.”

does it bother you that you are substitutable?

Only eat the Egg Mcmuffins

Pussy is basically a limited resource, and penises are numerous and insatiable consumers. While the relative desirability of different pussies may vary, insofar as two pussies can be consumed or used in place of one another, low-standard pussy is as much a substitutable good as margarine for butter. Furthermore, the fact that one pussy is substitutable for another has immediate economic consequences: as long as one pussy can be substituted for another, demand for the two kinds of pussy will be bound together by the fact that penises can trade off one pussy for the other if it becomes advantageous to do so.

Good God, Roissy. You must be a fucking genius.

hogamous higamous
men are polygamous
women monogamous

or:

women choose
men are chosen

or:

sperm is cheap
eggs are expensive

or:

women are picky
men are indiscriminate

or:

spread the seed
hoard the egg

nofurtherquestionsyerhonner.

Roissy, how is it any different if your only criterion is getting a girl to let you stick your dick in her? Neither approach involves quality filters; the bar in both cases is a shared willingness–albeit minimal– to fuck.

lisa, this is the kind of contortionistic sophistry that does nothing but muddy the waters. the very act of her degrading herself by practically begging for sex from a man who could hardly be bothered to give her the time of day is a dead giveaway of her lower status relative to his. the fact that roosh eventually slept with her after, it seems, much mentally agonizing cost-benefit analysis, doesn’t equalize her market value with his because the bar is set very low indeed if your only criteria is getting the guy to stick his dick in you. even the top alphas will occasionally dump a fuck in a beast.

Oh man, isn’t that the truth. I’ve been in those scenarios first- and second-hand. It’s funny, but also kind of sad really. You think to yourself the whole time, dear god I hope I don’t act like this when I’m talking to women.

It makes me feel like Jesus from the Big Lebowski. “This is bush league psych-out stuff. Laughable, mang!”

RooshV wrote — “She gave up after a while because I kept giving one-word answers to her questions. She went to sit down next to her cuter friend, who VK took a liking too. Thirty minutes later he told me he wanted to get the friends number real quick and then we could leave. I tagged along and sat at the table.”

I admit he didn’t have to sleep with her, but he did so that’s that.