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Kenny Powers

March 30, 2011 17 comments

Kenny Powers lives his life to a soundtrack. When most people wake up in the morning they wake up scared of the world and only half convinced they want to engage with life. When’s the last time you woke up feeling great? When Kenny Powers wakes up he has this playing in his head:

00:06  Kenny Powers wakes up.

00:12  Kenny rubs his eyes

00:22  He crawls out of bed

00:28  He stands up

00:32  Stretches into a yawn

00:35  He opens his eyes.

And the exact thought in his head is this:

“FUCK YES! I’m Kenny Powers.

World: you’re still you.


Kenny Powers loves being Kenny Powers. It’s what he was born to be. Kenny Powers loves life. He loves living life. He lives in the moment. He goes out and takes. He makes the world his bitch.

Who is Kenny Powers?

Lurking on your favourite P2P network is an extrordinary American TV series. It documents the life of Kenny Powers, one of the rare few Alpha male characters to grace our screens in this era of smart, sassy female characters outdoing their slow-witted male counterparts. In fact I believe the only reason this got made was because the character is so extreme that the Feminist Mind Police probably believed it was a grotesque, and mocked the antiquated, selfish Alpha male and how irrelevant he was to modern society.

Well well. Will Ferrell and Adam McKay have pulled the wool over your eyes, Mind-Police, and what we are left with is a true Alpha male gracing our screens. Kenny acts with pure male intent in everything he does. How refreshing. How many characters in movies and TV shows actually do this? Do they not always have the female perspective injected into them. Is their maleness, their boldness, their drive not always a precursor to a realisation that negotiation and compromise results in a more effective solution?

Male = drive, determination, courage, confidence, excellence

Female = discussion, negotiation, compromise, mundaneness

Did men drive wagons across mountain ranges with this attitude? Did the great captains of industry lay train tracks across Britain with a single drop of doubt in their determination? Their essence was masculine. Their drive absolute. They acted with passion and aggression and determination. And so does Kenny. He also takes drugs, gets in fights and screws a lot. He doesn’t need to look at the values of others to work out what he should feel.

Male and female perspectives are a model through which to view the world. Take one of these lenses and look around you. If you look at the legal, social and cultural trends of our society you’ll see a very blatant, deliberate and prolonged, multi-decade attack on masculinity. Look at your own lives. Look at your own jobs. Think about your meetings at work. Think about the people you work with. Think about the opinions of the people you know. Compromise, discussion, procrastination, passivity, vindictiveness and incompetence are rife. Drive, determination, logic and a joy in creation and accomplishment are lacking.

What we have with Kenny Powers is what is so rare on TV these days. We have a male character undiluted by female traits. We have an expression of masculinity. An Alpha male. As well as that the series itself seems to be a massive “fuck you” to the femo-nazis controlling our cultural output. On how many TV series would this exchange occur:

(Kenny to some teachers)

“I don’t know if I should mention this but I just saw two teenage boys raping a six year old girl”


(Kenny) Ha! Only joking.

It’s vulgar. There’s drug use, profanity, sex and a pair of big-ass tits.

I suggest you obtain this series, watch and learn.

Kenny and Game

Faggots watch “Californication” and think Hank Moody is the be-all and end-all. He’s not. He’s a girlie man who couldn’t put up a shelf properly and who’d get raped in prison. Well… quicker than most at least. Kenny Powers shits bigger than him. Kenny can teach us a lot about game. Alright bitches, let’s break it down.

1) Kenny has an enormously strong reality. His perception of the world never falters and other people slowly bend into his gravitational field like tiny asteroids. He lives in his own version of reality and is totally, genuinely unconcerned with other people’s or with social norms. This makes him massively attractive and feminine women gravitate to him and any other male less than Alpha himself Betas himself to him. He understands the power of this reality and the effect it can have on people.

2) Kenny’s self belief is absolute. He has chosen to believe in himself and the switch has fused long ago. Listen to this lecture by Alan Watt:

And read this article by Krauser

The essence of each is that you can simply one day say “fuck it”, make the leap of faith that you are awesome and live your life according to this precept. Kenny made this leap when he popped out of the womb.

“in this word there’s two kinds of people: tricks and hustlers. You know what the difference between them is? The hustlers show themselves the right kind of movies in their head” [Pimp, Iceberg Slim]

3) Kenny is not apologetic about himself. He’s an absolute. He lacks modesty, that almost useless personality trait which is simply great people lowering their own esteem to make the jealous less envious. Kenny listens to his own motivational tapes. Why wouldn’t he? They’re obviously the best motivational tapes in the world. Kenny records his thoughts. Why wouldn’t he? They’re obviously gold-dust.

4) Kenny is not afraid of life or of the world. His aim in life is to “make the world his bitch”.  Kenny can appreciate the moment. He has awakened his senses. He isn’t lost in a daydream; he’s in the here and now. He’s fully present. He regards life a as a chocolate box, full of awesome experiences for him to sample. He doesn’t worry about the future and shit; life is a game and it is to be played aggressively.

5) The key thing to remember about Kenny, the thing which saves him from being a tragically deluded stooge is the fact that he actually is special. He has a gift. It’s not fantasy. He’s unique. As well as having a gift he’s long ago worked out the first rule of the Manifesto and accepted to himself that he is special. Ontop of this he’s worked out the second rule as well and he realizes that his goal in life is to pursue his gift and his specialness, and anything else he does merely takes him further away from this and from his destiny. He has a strong sense of entitlement. He knows what he is and he knows what the world owes him.

6) Kenny knows what his core beliefs are and he lives his life by them. Even if he has to play baseball in Mexico he’ll do it: better than not pursuing his dream in some bullshit job somewhere else. When it comes to women he knows what he likes:

“i’ll admit, that sweet tailpipe of yours did have me charmed, it put a spell on me, but all the ass magic in mexico can’t change kenny powers from his core beliefs. im a tit man, i like big ass boobs: now and forever. I’m not like a black guy.”

7) Kenny has absolute sexual assurance. He understands that women are attracted to him. Why wouldn’t they be? It’s unshakeable. It simply is. He’s Kenny Powers; therefore hot women want him. Period. Kenny has no shame or embarassment regarding his sexual intent. He desires beauty but is unfazed by it. He pursues it but does not supplicate to it. He negs women. He has high standards. He has multiple sexual partners.

8 ) Kenny understands the importance of male grooming. He likes to look good. He looks snappy. Like a lion he cultivates his mane.

9) Kenny is disgusted by Betas. They collapse immediately into his reality and he dominates them effortlessly. They idolize them as he shit-tests and cuckolds them. Despite this he realizes that Betas are often necessary to keep “low-level shit” running smoothly so he tolerates them when necessary.

10) The last thing Kenny teaches us about Alphaness is the most poignant. Kenny is lonely. He has few friends. He can’t relate to Betas and the few strong men he meets inevitably challenge him. Women are women. It’s lonely at the top but this is the price he is willing to pay.

What’s the most important attribute? Number 2. That’s it. It’s flicking the switch onto total self belief and fusing it there. Achieving this is spectacular in anyone, and those who’ve managed to do this emit an aura which draws people to them. They are carrying the magic torch. They’ve managed to pull it off. We all want it yet hardly any of us can get it. We’re all riven with doubt. When we run into people who’ve managed to do this we are in awe of them. It’s pure Soul-Crack.

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DreamChink Update

March 8, 2011 18 comments

Let’s recap. I opened her on Oxford Street a few days before Christmas and I had my first instant date with her. It went brilliantly and there was attraction.

After xmas I follow it up and arrange dinner and drinks.

Date 1

A good night. It’s fun and relaxed. Over cocktails we have rapport. I’m a bit too much in my head and don’t really know how to escalate so there’s no K-close.

Date 2

We go for a walk and have a pub lunch. Ok. Not much spice.

I then go on holiday. A good few weeks pass. I re-initiate with some text game.

Date 3 (Feb 22nd)

We go bowling. It’s great. We’ve clicked. There’s plenty of kino. We go for food then drinks. It’s on. She lost the bet at bowling so I make her buy all the food and drinks. We can feel it. I verbally sexually escalate a little but am new to this so don’t do it enough. What I do has a little bit of an effect, though. I’m nice and arrogant and funny though. I unintentionally do Intellectual Mastery game and demonstrate total understanding and mastery in her reality. We depart on high spirits. She says she’s had a ‘wonderful’ night. She says that I’m paying on the next date. No K-close but hugs.

Text Game

Friday Feb 25th

I call on the evening and she answers, is pleasant but says she’s busy can she call me back. She doesn’t.

Monday Feb 28th

I text her:

Q: What’s yell0w and doesn’t answer phone calls?

No reply. 2 hours later I reply:

A: a banana.

I find this hilarious and laugh a lot to myself about it.

Tues Mar 1st

I give her a call the next day. She says sorry for not calling, oh actually she’s busy now her landlord’s helping her fix her boiler. Can she call me back? Sigh… ok.

She doesn’t.

This is weird. I know she likes me. I figure that on Date 3 she suddenly realised it was on and that we were going to pair up. Because I didn’t shunt it into ‘lover territory’ with a K-close she’s now been at the mercy of her tiny, confused brain. She doesn’t know what to do. She’s confused so she does what most women do and that’s shut it down and run. Or she starts over-thinking the whole thing and decides she’s not ready for a relationship, etc.

Whatever…. Bitches Be Crazy.

Thurs Mar 3rd

I have a session with Skeletor on that Thursday. He says it’s not over. She probably just wants me to chase her more.

Sunday Mar 6th

I call her Sunday. My my… I have learned some practical chops from game. Pre-game I would have gone in all serious and asked what she wanted, or would have been Beta and asked what I’d done wrong.

Post-Game what I did was as follows…

I call her. Act like nothing’s happened. Am jolly and fluff a lot.

She warms up but then guilts herself and starts some long, rambling story about how she’s cut her foot so can’t leave the house which is why she didn’t call me. Blah blah. It’s ridiculous.

“Is it that I’m too sexy? Are you intimidated by it?”

“Oh MY GOD!” She squeals. “Are you mad? Blah blah. Who told you you are super sexy?”

“Lots of girls did. They get flustered around me because I’m so sexy. Like you do… blah blah”.

She tries to tease me but fails.

I stop macking her and go authentic. “I KNOW you like me” I state honestly and plainly.

There’s a seconds pause and she doesn’t deny it whatsoever, just makes ‘ummm ahhhh’ sounds. I continue

“and I like you. And I know YOU know that I like you”.

More ‘aaaahhhh… ummmm’ sounds.

“and I KNOW we have a great time together. I want to see you again.”. Stated simply and boldly.

She mumbles some gibberish.

“Aahhh Ok… well… but my foot… I’m not sure when I can come out… I will call you when it’s better. Ok? In a few weeks?”.

“No. Not ok”.

[genuinely NOT OK. i’m not waiting for a woman to cal me. boundary reached.]

Stunned silence.

“I’m a MAN. You know I’m a man. A man makes plans. He doesn’t follow a girl’s plans. You KNOW that I can’t accept that plan”.

[utter truth. This is calibrated. If the woman on the end of the line has an IQ anywhere near approaching mine, is a lawyer, doctor, if I see her more of an equal then I don’t have major problems if they genuinely are really busy.]

Stunned weird noises.

“You need to decide if you want to see me. I want to see you. Tuesday or Wednesday evening this week.”

“I’m busy Wednesday. Ok Tuesday”


“But Tuesday lunchtime not evening… I don’t want to be back late. Tuesday 1pm?”.

[give and take]



11:37: Time for you to wake up sleepy..

[running joke about how late she gets up]

12:26: Can u come to leicester square. I m hvinga meeting here. It seems taking longer than I thought. Let s say 1.20pm?!

12:39: No. Don’t be naughty. Come to [the pre-arranged location]. Sms me before u set off… 2pm wld be ok I am with friends too.

[Definitely not ok. In fact my mum would say she was fucking rude and would probably walk round slapping young girls in the face if she knew what shit they pulled. SMS me 20 minutes before meeting time and ask me to come to her. Fuck off.]

[also total lie. i’m not with friends. i’m at home doing a programming test online]

13:24: Maybe another time, I hv to meet a client @ 2.30pm.

[My initial reaction is that I hate her. After a minute this passes. See thoughts below]

14:20: A client? U have a job?

[Zero acknowledgment that she stood me up. I neg her as I know she doesn’t have a job yet]

No further sms.


First assessment. FUCK has my game improved. I told DrunkenBaker this exchange thinking nothing of it at all and he screamed in delight saying it was “unbelievable”. This is just how I roll dog. Getting the girl might be hard for me but I guarantee you even if she’s a 9 I have cast-iron boundaries of what I’ll accept and wont.

Second point. FUCK am I in touch with my intent. My behaviour, I believe, was a lot more alpha than the average chode.

I like this girl. She turns me on and she’s a nice person. We’re very compatible. I KNOW we can date and I KNOW her life will never be the same again regardless of whether we stay together. I know where this girls energy is at, I’ve seen her before, and I know that it’s close to the polar opposite of me and my reality will become her world. I also realise this is pretty intimidating for her.

What’s she doing? Well first off… let’s not forget Burto’s disclaimer:

Bitches Be Crazy.

You never really know what’s going on inside their minds. If men behaved like women you’d pity them and say they were ‘touched’ and special needs.

My best guess is that she’s intimidated by the whole thing. Possibly she wants me to work and chase for it more. Was her SMS of 13:24 a shit test? I think so. Part of me is angry: she agrees to meet me for lunch and allocates me a gap of an hour and a half. That’s assuming she actually did have someone to meet at 2.30. She probably did.

Now my pre-game self would say “Mmmm if she allocates an hour and a half then she doesn’t want this thing to happen as obviously a man would leave the rest of the day free for snogging, hand holding, giggling, etc”.

Wrong wrong wrong. Remember: bitches be crazy. Women do not think in straight lines. The capacity to connect these items together is completely beyond them. Their ability to sabotage their own happiness by their total logistical incompetence is beyond measure.

Man calculation

Meet girl @ 1pm.

Schedule meeting @ 2.30 pm.

2.30 – 1 = 1.5 hrs

Like girl? Yes.

1.5 hours enough to date girl = no.

Total = suggest different time

Woman calculation

Meet guy @1pm

Schedule meeting @ 2.30 pm.

No connection of two items.

Clouds are like cotton wool.

Total = I like to wrap in a blanket on my sofa and watch Gray’s Anatomy.

There’s a good chance that she did in fact decide to prevaricate on the ‘me’ question and filled her week up with stuff. I then force her into action so she allocates me a slot and then her timings get fucked up. Perhaps. Or perhaps she has just changed her mind. The point is you just don’t know. You are not dealing with a logical entity here. I can’t believe they let women fly planes.

How to play it from here

What would a high value guy with options do? He’d leave it and let her stew. At the weekend send some ‘fun’ text game suggesting I’m out doing incredible awesome things and having a great time. Paint a picture of my colourful vibrant world and show lack of concern that she’s not in it. She hopefully will start to get jealous at this.

After X days go past give her an innocuous call or SMS to join me for doing some wild, awesome activity that she can’t help but want to do.

Basically I am 75% sure that once I get this girl in the flesh on a date then it’s going to happen. She probably knows it too. This is the last dance of the courtship navigation.


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50 Sets of challenge: Day 2: Sets #6 to #14

March 8, 2011 3 comments

After DreamChink shit-tests herself into a decaying orbit I decide I get The Fury and decide to go for it. I stare at myself in the mirror and give myself a lecture, out loud for twenty minutes, visualising myself giving a bootcamp lecture. It’s brilliant and my state is good.

I start off ok doing warm ups off Oxford Street. Here are the gory details:

15:36 start

#6 15:41 Fit scottish girl sitting on doorstep. I do a weasely opener, pretending I’m waiting for someone, looking at the phone, etc and ask “are your friends as late as mine”. I’m stunned she’s scottish. She’s hot, to me a high-7, has a trim figure, is well dressed and works in Boots! The set doesn’t hook. I’m weasely. I’d have done better going direct.

#7 15:46 Italian. Commented on her sexy walk. Poor english. Didn’t hook. DNTC.

#8 16:00 Stopped a weird Jap girl in plastic pants. She doesn’t get it. Rubbish.

#9 16:20 Stop a H7 UK-Indian girl. DNKM which is gutting as got the DNA click on this one and she had great energy.

#10 16:35 Stop a HB8/9 young brit girl. DNKM. She’s very uncomfortable, looks a bit scared but tries to carry it off. Let her go from pity.

#11 16:40 Chinky looking French girl. DNKM. DNSE.

#12 17:05 Chase down what appears to be an HB9 but DNA-clickable i.e. a 9 that will fancy me. When I open I realise she’s a 7. She’s some Spanish or Latin or something and acts like she’s mentally retarded, burbling, staggering backwards, like a rabbit in the headlights. She can’t process what’s happening. Her brain is literally incapable. I feel a stab of hate for her and let her go.

#13 I see a HB8 c.30 lovely, well dressed uk-indian girl towing a wheelie suitcase. She’s lovely. I approach, almost kill momentum and say “do you mind if a total stranger pays you a compliment?”.. she smiles and starts shuffling away and just laughs it off “I haven’t paid you it yet!” I laugh. “It’s ok… I know where this is going” she says and leaves.

FUCK. Busted. Does this girl know about daygame? I get majorly freaked out and my state crashes. I give up and wander to Chinatown for dumplings, halfheartedly imagining I’m a 200 foot tall mechanized Cyborg, stamping and crushing buildings and people alike and shooting giant flamethrowers over the tiny, scurrying ants beneath me.

#14 Eating noodles two friendly Chinks next to me initiate conversation. I grotesquely DHV myself a lot then get their emails. Neither is hot but one is perfectly acceptable as something to have dinner and sex with.

So. Pretty crap. I’ve discovered that my daygame is virtually back to square one. I’m getting worse results than I did with my first ever ten sets. Why? I think this is because for my first 80 sets at least I was worked into such a state of nervous energy that I emitted a great energy. Plus it was summertime and warm and women were much more amenable to being approached. I was also lucky in having much more targets than I have now. Girls in summertime, at the weekend and in Covent Garden and exponentially more approachable than girls in Spring, on a busy shopping street on their way home.

My game is shit. I’ve discovered that I’m not even doing the basics properly anymore. I’m not killing momentum. I’m probably not smiling enough and emitting enough playfullness.

Maybe you get one in lay in a 100 sets AFTER you’ve done your first 1,000 sets. If so: it’s goodbye from me. Ain’t got time. Ain’t got the inclination.

Basically do I fully believe in this? Am I having fun? Am I emitting zero nerves or uncomfortableness? Have I mastered the balance of fun to intent?


I’ll have to be honest. I don’t really want to be doing Daygame at all. I’d rather be pursuing a hobby than trawling the streets. I’m doing it out of neccessity. And I resent it. That’s the honest truth. To me I’m the value in the equation. I should have women chatting ME up. God I hate the current social system. The chimps are running the zoo. Everyone is covered in shit.

36 more sets to go.

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Fifty Sets of Challenge

March 8, 2011 8 comments

I’ve realised who my enemy is.

Avoidance Weasel.

He lives in my hindbrain and the depths of his cunning are beyond fathom. His subtle machinations and plans are carried out at a level the naked eye cannot see. Imagine Bob Holness chairing Blockbusters and on one side we have a pair of eight year old mentally retarded kids from Sunderland (i.e. the average Mackem); that’s my forebrain. On the other side we have two autistic Maths-genius prodigy-kids airshipped in from India. And they HATE Mackems. That’s Avoidance Weasel. His plans take months to come to fruition. His tongue is oiled silver. He whispers sweetly into your ear as you sleep. He is Grimar WormTongue to my Saruman. The viruses he writes are at such a low level of machine code the clunky anti-virus software of the forebrain is almost defenceless against them.

As you rest, he plots. In every day and in every way he is there in the shadows. Imagine trying to run a marathon, and every single step of the way someone is beside you, their face inches from yours, pouring poison into your ear “Go on mate. You’ve done enough already. You’ve given it a fair crack. Just take a little break. You won’t last at this pace. You’ll burn out. STOP! What are you doing? You’re going to injure yourself. Come on.. see sense. I’m only trying to help you. Just stop for a few minutes”. Imagine that you’re a smoker and you have to stop smoking but you have to smoke one single cigarette every other day. This is akin to the level of power Avoidance Weasel has.

Why do I have Avoidance-Weasel? Have you got an hour? I’m not really sure. I think he’s there for a few reasons:


As I get older I get lazier. Or rather I get less willing to make the effort to do stuff. This is not a degeneration; it’s hindbrain conditioning, it’s learning. Most people’s lives go wrong. Endless years of starting new jobs in the hope they’d find one that’s satisfying yet they find themselves shat upon time and time again. Endless months and years of trying new ways to be happy, thin, rich, whatever… and failing. The end result is your hindbrain protects you the only way it knows how:

new stuff = shit.

And there’s all the evolutionary stuff as well which goes something like: you’re alive, what you’ve been doing so far has kept you alive, you haven’t been making lots of big changes, that stuff could get you killed, thus keep doing the same as ever.

For me to be successful in Game I require massive, heavy-duty rewiring of my hindbrain. This is very, very hard. This is so hard it’s the hardest thing I’ll ever do in my life. Period. I’m human. I don’t like doing super-hard things. I like lying on the sofa eating Angel cake and watching movies on my laptop.


Avoidance-Weasel wants to keep me away from fear. Fear is bad. Keep as far away as possible from fear. When I do daygame for the first five sets I feel fear. Humans try to avoid fear.


So I sat the fuck down the other day and realised I’ve been weaseling out of Game for months. I’ve been laying down excuses weeks in advance, rationalizing, backwards rationalizing and Hyper-Rationalizing everything.

I asked myself a couple of questions. When was the last time I did PROPER game? When did I go out and open TEN sets in daygame, or go to a bar and talk to at least five sets?

Ages ago. Why? Well…. Of course there’s Avoidance-Weasel. I admit it. But there was of course the fact it WAS winter, Britain was  fucking horrible place to be in December/January plus I went on holiday twice.

The second question was: Does Game work? The answer is yes.

So the result of these two questions is that I need a pretty fucking urgent status assesment on my Game situation.

Where we be at?

I’ve got a year left in the UK till I John-Galt it and fuck off hopefully never to return (see imminent Life-Plan post). I still have an experiment to conclude. Avoidance-Weasel was hoping I’d make Dream Chink my girlfriend then hang up my boots. Fuck that. I want results. Of course I’ll happily go out with Dream Chink if she’s smart enough to seize the chance but I’m not going to stop there. I want results. I want to bang some 7’s and 8’s. I want to score! I want sex and I want options.

From today two things are changing.

JOG (Jambone Online Game)

Jambone is almost finished his online game method. I’m going to be one of the guineau pigs. I’ve seen this in action and it works. It’s a day 2 machine. I’m going to try this out and try and get the Day 2 Dojo that my previous efforts failed to give me. When I get Day 2’s I’m going to go in with a frame of not giving a shit and just escalate regardless, following Jambone’s 3-step escalation model.


I’ve consulted my stats on last year’s daygame and it seems like if my shit was together I could get a date with a cute HB7 or HB8 girl for every fifty sets I do, maximum. If I knew then what I knew now and if I managed to not fuck up (which I did) then I could have laid those girls.

What the fuck am I doing sitting here for then?

Quite right. When I shut Avoidance-Weasel up and actually faced up to the stats it was shocking. Jesus Christ. Is that IT? Is that ALL I have to do? Go out gaming five times, do ten fully commited sets each time and keep my shit together and I get to date a real, live fit girl?

And so begins Fifty Sets of Challenge.

I’m still job hunting. The weather’s improving. I’m not depressed. My state is good. I’m happy to be alive. I appreciate everything more. I’ve been training my hindbrain with Anthony Robbin’s “Get the Edge” stuff and it’s had an incredible effect on me.

I refuse to weasel out of my great experiment.

I believe Day Game works. I believe I can attract HB7 or HB8 22 to 28 year old girls. I believe I can get Day 2’s from it. I believe that if a girl shows up for a Day 2 she is happy to fuck me if I navigate the courtship ritual correctly.

I believe Day Game is a numbers game. I believe if I do 50 sets I’ll get a Day 2 from a girl I genuinely fancy.

So be it!

Out comes my trusty notebook and in comes something Avoidance-Weasel dreads: accountability. My mission: over the next few weeks I’m going to get myself out and do some fully commited daygame and get fifty solid sets done. No wandering round for hours bottling the couple of good sets I see. No finding excuses. Get the sets, have full intent, actually fully try to fuck the girls, record the outcomes and see what happens. And record every single set. Get empirical evidence of what I need to do to get what outcome. Record it all on this page.

And if I do fifty and don’t get a lead then I’ll still be pretty chuffed I gave Avoidance-Weasel a kicking. I know for a fact I’m prepared to do a hundred sets to get a solid day 2 with a girl who fancies me and who I genuinely fancy where there is a genuinely very high chance of getting laid. So for five weeks running you go out every Saturday and Sunday from 1pm to 3pm and do ten sets. After five weeks you, if you don’t fuck it up, have a HB7/8 girlfriend. You can fuck this girl for months. It’s done. Seems a pretty good deal to me. How many hours does the average chode waste in nightclubs? How long do people spend on Guardian Soulmates attempting to get 35 year old infertile women to meet them? Ten little two-hour sessions and you get a Flesh-Truffle? Result.

I’m squeamish about working out approach to lay statistics. To me getting the Day 2 is the litmus test of daygame. Beyond that you’re onto a different kind of game. The daygame gets you the date. If they show up they’re interested. That’s all the daygame can get you. (unless you have sex with them in the pub toilet like Krauser did that is)

Oh and I’m going to be filming some of these as well and hope to put the footage up.


I’ve been out with Krauser and Jambone a few times recently. It’s good fun; the banter (with Jimmy) is good and keeps me out of my head but I’m not sure how efficient it is for me; I just end up not doing many sets. They have zero AA and I don’t, so seeing Krauser running all over kind of shuts me down a bit. I find that when I’m with them Avoidance-Weasel becomes very powerful and I find all sorts of reasons not to approach. Also I still need to get in state, so it’s difficult for me to do just a few sets and hour like they do. I need to machine-gun off the first five at least. The last thing I want to be is The Guy Who Doesn’t Approach. I’d rather go out alone. Or at least go out earlier and do a solid warm up.

I went out on my own today. I did my first 5 sets. Not great ones. Just warm ups. I was starting to get into state but then the light went. I saw a couple of girls who I felt the DNA ping for but I bottled it. Shame. I learn my lesson. The guttedness now is worse than the worse that a blowout could have felt. I’d rather write about a horrible blowout than having nothing to write about.

But I’m pleased. It’s a start. I actually got up and out and did some sets. I’m going out a lot this week. I’m going to do weasely, easy sets to warm up. Then I’m going to do real sets. By Saturday/Sunday I’d like to be raring to go.

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K-Bone breakdown

March 7, 2011 3 comments

The gulf between my theoretical knowledge of game and what I’m capable of applying and using infield is monumental. Kind of like someone who has sat and studied the entire syllabus of Judo on YouTube; every single throw and hold, and can now use small dolls to expertly and precisely illustrate every single technique from memory. He can watch footage of judo matches and provide superb, high-level analysis of the way the fight goes down; a critique far more expert than, say, the average judo brown belt training four times a week could give. However, stick this Poindexter in a Gi and put him on a mat and he literally cannot execute a single throw.

So what we have with me is a Black-Belt theory and a… phh.. I dunno… green coloured practical belt.

This IS being worked on. The gulf is slowly narrowing. For a start I read almost zero new pickup material. What’s the point? I know more than I’ll ever need. And there’s little you need to know about game that you can’t learn from Jimmy’s, Burto’s and Krauser’s blogs. A full “status update” type post is going up imminently.

In the meantime, like the fat, bedroom-nerd Poindexter Judo-journalist I was watching one of K-Bone’s infields today and decided to give it a blow by blow fight-write up.

0:10 she’s a winner. warm, beautiful smile. great energy. this is a marriageable girl

0:18 hilarious opener. she’s absolutely loving it.  High Value.

0:34 “the Audrey Hepburn look” nice. try and put a girl into a romantic state. shame it doesn’t click

0:45 who is this pie-faced moomin wandering in the background?

0:49 mocks accent. Low Value: trying for the vibe without adding enough real value. I hate this because I’ve done it so many times myself.

1:00 “i’m gonna say something…” builds pull energy for the comment, creates dramatic pause, gives him time to think of something

1:12 neg. slightly miscalibrated but she doesnt flinch

1:16 we see now how massively high esteem this girl is. see her whole response. negs dont work on high esteem girls. (as much as low esteem ones)

1:17 “you’re so bad girl” Low Value. tries to create a vibe which isn’t there. this girl is too high-esteem for the “you’re a bad girl” shtick

1:26 she still likes the interaction tho. this girl is sociable

1:43 talking about her again. actually… it’s all been about her. is this KDM?

1:47 this compliment/neg works. High Value

1:55 “you could make a good wife” stuff. this works. amuses her.

2:03 “arm candy”. genuinely very funny. High Value. she laughs, he laughs. the exact moment of synchronous, hindbrain laughing is 2:06. you can just, faintly hear Krauser’s chuckle. this is the best moment of rapport in the set.

2:13 statement of intent again. she’s not overawed. something’s amiss.

2:21 “daft hair” another neg. Krauser is plowing the push/pull here.

2:26 introduces himself

2:30 she gives her name and he says “a boys name” self amusement. ok.

2:33 “a unisex name…. a unisex name” he repeats what she says. he’s buying time here as he needs a second to think of something new. Not having a new comment to make and repeating what she says is Low Value: seeking rapport without adding value.

2:44 “are you educated and stuff?” gentle teasing. notice no questions yet like “where do you live?”. What K is doing is pure vibing/free-associating.

2:55 inspector gadget coat. classic RSG pickup stuff; talk about cutesy cool things from childhood. commonalities which appear to be unique.

3:00 starts describing what he used to wear. starts linking into private eye films. finally! we have K painting his own world, showing he’s interesting and drawing her in…

3:13 to 3:19 BOOM look at the gaze she gives in these 6 seconds and watch the eye-blinks. this is the moment she hypnotic scans him and starts to feel attraction. i believe these 6 seconds are where the first feelings of attraction to K occur

3:28 she’s enjoying herself now. K is doing much better now than at the start

3:30 notice the tiny glances behind him. she’s not fully invested in this.

3:36 seeks rapport RSG style. fails. he’s too old ha ha!

3:55 she looks agitated and distracted now.

4:08 “there’s a dream, though”. oooh very nice indeed K

4:20 another woman pursuing another self-indulgent career paying £14k a year. want to work in the music industry. really? how many musical instruments can you play? what’s a pentatonic scale?

4:24 “are you totally into music or do you just want to be bossy?” drive-by push/pull. she ingores it. there is something amiss here.

4:39 “weelll… if you’ve got a love for it and a talent for it”. good statement. positive. although is the slight drawl on the “well” Krauser’s hindbrain saying “I suspect you have no deep love or talent for it but are pretentious. “?

4:50 notice she’s talking more now. qualifying herself.

5:00 will use connections rather than ability to progress. typical female.

5:07 “you’re a little bundle of suprises. you’re very motivated: i like that.” framing language. she’s the little girl. frames himself as selector. High Value

5:17 ah ha! she’s with someone. the look behind.

5:40 goes for the instant date..

5:53 unfazed “like a boyfriend?”

6:00 “how many have you got?” ha ha funny High Value

6:15 now has flawlessly moved to interrogating her. notice he has not moved an inch to leave. alpha.

6:26 lovely little comment.

6:33 the onomi turns up. he’s tall and handsome and looks like a model. K totally unfazed. the average chode would cack his pants at this point.

6:42 bf starts to bend into K’s frame and laugh at his joke

7:00 burn and leave.

As K says, this is a solid set. Not amazing, but reasonable. If this was your average level of outcome you’d be doing great. If she wasn’t with her boyfriend this could have bounced to an instant date. There wasn’t massive, eye-spazzing attraction but K subcommunicates absolute, total one hundred percent belief that the most natural thing in the world is for them to both be talking to each other having fun. There’s not the slightest, tiniest, sub-molecular sized grain of an indication that he should be uncomfortable being there or should be moving on. And let’s not forget.. this is in the middle of a poky little clothes shop in a market, with people jostling past all the time. This is the subcommunication of…


K has engineered his hindbrain into totally accepting he is entitled to be there and doing that. It’s the Alpha concept of the KDM. And even when attraction is not as-yet generated this subcommunication has great power and, as I just stated above, could have had the power to pull an instant date.

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Unhappy bitter twat

March 6, 2011 1 comment

I’ve finally done it. Almost a year of blogging now and I’ve crawled up the Google rankings to the very top. Yes, my humble blog is the number one search result in the world on Google. Simply type in “unhappy bitter twat” and see for yourselves.

In fact I am both first AND second result. I take both gold and silver.


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RSG Five Quid Bootcamp

March 4, 2011 Leave a comment

I just noticed on Krauser’s blog that RSG are doing a free bootcamp; well a taster bootcamp really. Five quid for five lectures. Looks like a steal to me. If this was me a year ago I’d jump at the chance. As regular readers of this blog will realise I’ve got to know some of the RSG guys a little better recently and these guys actually know what they’re talking about. They walk the walk. We are not talking about grotesque forum dwelling chodes that talk all day and do nothing, no… we are talking about grotesque forum dwelling PUAs that actually, really, do screw lots of women.


Get yourself along. Well worth a fiver.

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