Frying Little Brains

I certainly can't say that I have been partying with future female nobel laureates recently, but I don't really mind that. Nonetheless, I do enjoy a minimum of intellectual rigour. What sounds like a rather dry affair did start rather juicy, after all:

I was bumping into a group of girls at a club and we were soon sipping champagne. One of them puts her arm around me shoulder and looks into my eyes. She says,

"You are gay, right?"

As I have said so many times, this translates to something like, "OMG!!1! I, like, think you are, like, so totally hot."


Thus I put my hand on her firm ass and teasingly say with a sleazy smile that I wasn't quite sure about my sexual orientation, to be honest. (No, I am not gay.)

She then waves her friend over and says, "This is my girlfriend!"

Then she makes out with her while still having her arm around me. It was certainly an arousing sight, and after it was over, she turned to me again and said with a horny smile, "We've just done what you'd like to do with me. Am I right?"

Unfortunately, I have recently occupied myself a bit too much with mathematics and logic because, when I'm not Sleazy Rockstar, I'm actually a fucking nerd. Thus, my preference for precise use of language made me say:

"You don't know what I want. Instead, you made an assumption."

Now she stood there, looking completely baffled. Apparently she was thinking. After five seconds or so, she said,

"No, I meant that you wanted to kiss me."

"I got that, but there is no way for you to know what I want. You can only assume something."

This was too much for her. She still stood there, trying to figure out what I had said. Again, she was completely without any motion or emotion. Since she wasn't quite able to process it, she walked off with a rather blank stare on her face.

Probably something like this was going on then:

(Picture from Pastor.us)

Yummy!

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Lovely Chick-Logic

One of my recent encounters involved a tall and beautiful French girl. The interaction did progress nicely, until she asked me from where I was. The conversation unfolded as follows:

"Wait, did you move to Berlin from abroad or are you from Germany?"
"I'm German."

Suddenly her lustful smile disappeared from her face and instead of intensely hugging me and caressing my back, she stepped back and frowned. She also started to sound rather aggressive:

"My ex-boyfriend was German, and he was such a.... such a... I don't know the male word, I mean he was, like, such a slut -- but the male version. Do you understand?"

I understood the words, but was unable to follow her reasoning at all.


Then I shrugged, but she looked at me really angrily and simply walked off.

Of course, there is no male version of "slut" or even "bitch", and not just for cultural reasons, even though the dried-up femi-nazis would disagree, but let's look at this girl's utterly absurd logic:

(1) My ex-boyfriend was German and an "asshole"
(2) You are German.

Thus:
(3) You are an asshole.

(The hidden premise is "All Germans are assholes", by the way.)

It was so absurd that I found myself laughing out loud in the club.

Of course it's questionable to make a generalization based on single observations, but having encountered plenty of encounters of absurdly twisted logic, I'm not surprised that mathematics is one of the very few academic subjects that are not dominated by women.

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Quick Update: Upcoming Books, Posts, and a Seminar, too!

I have been incredibly busy with my life in recent months, and I'm spending most of the summer travelling. However, I will update the blog a bit more regularly in the future.

My email inbox is overflowing; and I think I'll do some more "community bashing". However, even though some of my critics love to accuse me for "being negative", a more than just cursory glance at those posts should make it obvious that there is plenty of "value" in those contributions.


Recently, some readers have pointed me towards some of Vin DiCarlo's spam emails. I got hold of a few of them and think they are even more ridiculous than his legendary "Working Out is killing your Chances with Women". I will deconstruct a couple of Vin's emails and point out the many misconceptions and highly questionable psychological tricks he tries to pull off to make you feel bad about yourself - and hand him your money. There will be plenty to learn from my analysis.

Also, I have been working on finalizing the German translation of Sleazy Stories, which is turning out very well. As soon as this book is out, I will devote all my energies on my next project, which is currently about 90% done; it's an instruction manual on the "real" fundamentals of game. Look forward to the announcement.

Furthermore, I will give one seminar in England in late August. It will be my only seminar in 2011, and it will be a joint-seminar with one of the most interesting characters from the old mASF forum. The announcement will be sent out to my mailing list first, and be posted on this blog afterwards. Expect the announcement early next week.

Lastly, I have decided to post some of my "in-field" observations. I have grown a bit tired of writing "field reports", but there are nonetheless interesting tidbits I don't mind sharing. Those posts will appear infrequently, so please don't expect detailed descriptions of my nights out.

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Phone Numbers and Business Cards

It's been weeks since I've last checked comments on my blog or followed the seduction community because real life just keeps me too busy, but I've got some material for great posts lined up already. Now I only have to find the time to write them.

My post on Vince Kelvin turned out to draw a lot of attention. I also got the usual barrage of emails full of faulty logic and incoherent thoughts, such as that I was racist in my statements and that I was deliberately trying to piss off some people. Truth hurts, which means that if you are Vince Kelvin and can't stand the heat, then just don't enter the f*cking kitchen.


In the comment section, blog reader JCZ asked me:

I don't know why anyone with a bit of experience would still go for phone numbers (50 to 70??? Is this guy nuts?) when you know you should be able to seal the deal that moment - well, at least I am getting tired of gathering them already.

Enlighten me about the business card though. One with a private number written on the back isn't bad, right? Or am I missing something?

Earth to Vince Kelvin: You're wasting your time with that one!

Of course, you can always construct a scenario in which a business card doesn't meant that she is not interested. Eg. she's in a real hurry and her phone just died. But in usual settings, there is not that much time pressure, and it doesn't take that long for her to key her number into your phone.

She could thus opt for the business card to give you a clear hint. In an office setting, you can easily decline calls ("I'm busy right now"), and to her it probably feels less "bad" than if she had to do this when she's at home cuddling up with a huge box of ice cream in front of her TV, watching Sex and the City for the umpteenth time. In the latter case, she'd probably even talk to you if she was just very remotely interested. But since she isn't...

However, I had a couple of encounters with women in official settings like career fairs where it would have been highly inappropriate for her to key in her number into my phone. Thus, her writing down her private number on the back of her business card is an easy way out, and something that wouldn't even rouse suspicion if one of her superiors would observe such an exchange from afar.

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Updates on Sleazy Stories for Kindle

Amazon has updated its Kindle Stores. This means that you can now buy Sleazy Stories for the following prices:

Amazon US Kindle store: $0.99

Amazon UK Kindle Store: £0.71

Amazon German Kindle Store: €0.79

This is great news because previously the pricing seemed to vary a lot, with some people reporting up to $3.44, which was also irritating because my share of the revenue remained the same, and Amazon simply pocketed an additional $2.50.

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Vince Kelvin, the Joke is on you!

While going through my backlog of emails, I came across a hilarious video filmed in Los Angeles, home to the "Casanova Crew", which describes itself as the "largest active pick up artist community in North America". There was a time when they made more modest claims, and I'm sure by the rate the ego of their administrator J The Ripper is growing, he will soon claim to run the biggest forum in the universe.

The video is a collage of impressions from a talk given by "Vince Kelvin". Here's the link to those nine minutes of unintentional humor, but maybe you want to skip ahead and read my commentary first.

Metropolis Season 8, Ep. 2 - Pick Up Artists from Joshua Kun on Vimeo.

The link to the video was sent by James (thanks!). He commented:

I think this video might be better than ASS because its actually real with Vince Kelvin.

Guys are so easily impressed by nothing.. enjoy

What's the first impression you get of Vince Kelvin, if I may ask? I don't even want to comment, because I'd probably only come up with insults. Not only does the emperor not wear any clothes, his Jester does neither. Frankly, if you are 50 or older, you shouldn't pretend to be half your age. I'm sure he knows what it feels like to approach what looks like a 20 year old in a club from a distance, only walk closer and realize that she's probably twice that old. It's not a pleasant feeling, not unlike what is in a different field described as "uncanny valley". Something's just not right.

The speech is the typical song and dance in the community, hackneyed phrases, team-building exercises, and carefully avoiding the question why some guys don't get laid. However, if anybody in this group looks as if he can't get laid, it's unfortunately the speaker. But physical contact maybe prevents people from asking unnecessary questions.

Overall, the video is well-shot. In this scene, for instance, he looks as if he is impersonating Neill Stauss. I remember pictures of him in which he wears a rather similar outfit and even uses the same submissive gestures and posture. Funnily enough, it should be the buff guy telling Vince Kelvin how to score, not the other way round:

Now imagine your dad coming home looking like this:

The age gap is just too large. It's more like a father-soon constellation, but where in Vince Kelvin's speech or looks do you notice any signs of maturity?

Nowhere.

The next scene shows him dancing with dudes. Shouting phrases in unison gets thrown in so that the guys feel as if they are part of something bigger than them. (Typical military brainwashing, also common in some business settings, and of course in cults, too.)

The next scene made me laugh hard: Vince Kelvin is simulating the old in and out with his fingers, and philosophizing that sex was the very first event in our lives.

Now it's time for some action. Witness some random fatties in LA:

But what's talking to women in the queue compared to creeping them out by shouting at them from the street?

Not even the proverbial fat friend had any interest in Vince. Just look at the size of that woman. She's literally two times as big as her friends put together. Wow!

Vince isn't deterred trifles such as weight and goes for her number. Judging from their evasive (body) language, it's fake anyway, but for chuckles, imagine that guy shagging the fattie. Should he get lucky, he may have the bad luck of getting smothered.

His students are actually watching in awe:

...and another girl quickly makes up to have a boyfriend. She is wearing flat shoes and his still taller than Vince. (Quick tip: go for girls that have the same skin color and are shorter than you. Easily quadruples your success rate.)

The next two girls were only shown from behind. I wonder why.

Am I dreaming or does this guy look like a cheap knock-off of Prince?

Check out the original:

Posing with another fattie. Well, given the fact that the guy running the Casanova Crew "lair" makes up some stuff about Vince fucking 14 women in as many days in his hotel, I wonder why this video is so devoid of interactions that go anywhere, and I'm not even talking about interactions with hot girls. Just sh*t like this:

Witness the only good looking girl in the video, but she ran away quickly:

This picture looks as if the guys are ganging up on Vince Kelvin to give him a beating. (Not only in this angle does he look very short, so you can't blame the camera for the impression.) But, instead they are listening with interest.

No, there is no need to comment on the physique of that woman:

Vince with his patented "I walk as if I have just shit my pants" walk. Ridiculous. Well, it turned out the girl had a boyfriend:

Another highlight of the video. In this scene he brags that despite having a boyfriend, the girl previously shown kissed him "on the corner of his lips". Next time he'll probably claim that a girl touching his shoulder means as much as her rubbing his crotch since it's totally almost the same part of the body.

Arithmetic exercises with Vince Kelvin. He claims to get "at least 50 to 70 phone numbers" a weekend. I'll let you figure out what's odd about harassing dozens of women a day, wasting a ton of time contacting them and, with a very big maybe, fucking just one of them.

So, what's the take home message?

I couldn't think of a witty one-liner, but here is some food for thought:

• Dress your age, because if you get old without maturing, you look like a fool
• If you are only seen asking fatties for phone numbers, you can still claim to get laid every single day and the typical Casanova Crew member will not call you out on your bullshit (Thus: California must be a gold mine for pick up companies)
• Ask yourself how much time you have left on this planet. If it's just two decades or so, then maybe you should strive for something more fulfilling than chasing after overweight immigrants on Sunset Blvd. Seriously.

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RSD cool with date rape

I recently received a hilarious email from Jon, and the title was catchy, too, so I had no choice but to check out the link he sent me. His comment was, "This is actually the most fucked up thing I have seen on a forum." Well, I have seen many fucked up things on forums, and the most shocking was a "rape report" on misogynists anonymous, er, mASF called LR : Hottie Hardcore LMR day2 in which a user named "gruenfeld" boasts about overcoming 100s of objections, only to have his cock greeted by a completely dry pussy.

Just look at this:

We literally explored the whole area of bed while I wrestle with her. Kept on
pinning her down. My penis is not hard enough to force it yet. She's twisting
her legs to prevent entry. She wants me to be on fire. Her hands on my hands to
keep from fingering her. Finally, I succeeded on fingering her. All this time
she kept saying no. Heard it about a hundred times.

Fingered her, she tried escaping and getting off bed. For the first time in my
life I experienced hardcore LMR. She kept on saying "Stop! Please! it hurts!
no! NO!" I just kept on thinking TD pinning his GF. She wants it.

After this historic lesson, let's fast forward to Real Social Dynamics in 2011.

Jon had only given me the actual link, but the title of the thread was already embarrassing enough. It is, Lie your way inside a womans vagina (People with morals DO NOT READ).

Frankly, after skimming the first few paragraphs I thought that "Fingerman" can't be serious. Just look at his guide to pulling a "retarded, drunk and fucking hot 18 years old":

Once you pulled her away from the friends, made out, and have a somewhat chill vibe going on (takes 15 -30mins), you say "this bar sucks, lets go to another bar". If she wants to know where it is, you say 2 min walk. If she has to get her coat, you guys go get the coat, if she has to say bye to her friends, you tell her what to say and hope to god that it's gonna work. If she refuses, you didnt do the first part right.

Once youre out, walk 2 blocks away from the bar. get in a cab and go to your house. If she objects, say its too cold/hot to walk./ Its just 5 min/i just wanna kiss/ can we kiss?/ ignore what she says and physically force her. If you cant verbally and physically dominate a drunk 18 yo girl that likes you, please kill yourself.

To get inside your house, tell her you need to get money before you guys go to the bar. Once inside, quickly take off your coat and shoes and put on some music, dim lights and pour yourseld a drink. In 1 min or less. Start making out, tell her youre gonna make her visit. Quickly take her to your room and if she says anything while you take off all your clothes, tell her to shut the fuck up, and make her go on her knees and suck your dick. Only worrt about taking off her clothes once youre fully naked and shes jerking you off or sucking your dick.

Shes young, shes drunk, she likes you.she wont resist. Or not a lot.

You need to act quick, dont let her any time to think or lead. Only pace yourself to get a vibe going. Do not hesitate, or youre fucked. Dont be afraid to physically force her to do anything or to tell her no or shut up. (can make her not like you and fuck up the pull so only do it ifnecessary)

This is sad enough, but look at the comments! Here are some:

this is accurate

retarded, drunk, hot 18 years olds are my favourite

Nice fingerman your advice is as always so fucking helpful, strategic, and intelligent.

No comment.

One user chimes in and recommends martial arts so that you learn how to force yourself upon women:

Yeah that bit about jiu jitsu... I actually recommend taking some form of martial art for improved man handling abilities, bjj + strength training = god tier manhandling skills.

However, I find it impossible to tell if some of the people are actually serious. First I thought that "Saint Etienne" was making fun of "Fingerman", but the last part of his comment made me think otherwise:

yeah, and then when you're done with her, you just like grab all her clothes an then throw em at her, then shout get out you fucking whore. women deserve this because of what they've done to us

RSD instructor Jeffy aka. "jlaix" is "Loving the responses.", instead of banning this dude and deleting the thread in order to save face. Jesus. Even worse, Jeffy seems to have edited his comment, because he gets quoted with "Anyone actually fucking chicks on a regular basis knows this is what's up" by another user.

I couldn't bring myself to reading the whole thread, but Jeffy's later comment says it all: "We're here to fuck girls not assuage hypothetical psychological wounds and/or better society. I'm frankly a little sick of KJ moralizing and hand wringing about this shit. Let's not sugar coat what it is we are doing here too much. We're FUCKING WOMEN."

OK, got you, what's so wrong about using a little force if it means that you get your little pecker wet, right?

That those nine pages of comments to the forum thread have the potential to make you lose faith in humanity. Viz:

5-stars. OP is dead on target. My "game" is still intermediate but I've experienced enough to begin to see this is how it really goes down, even if I can't yet pull it off myself.

Part of the problem for me is fear that if I am this aggressive with a girl, especially a young drunk girl 10 to 15 years my junior, she may cry "rape" the next day. Not because it happened but because she wants to justify her slutty behavior. It sounds like you just need to be extremely calibrated to sense if she's really down and just putting up token resistance or if she really feels "forced" into doing things.

I actually have no moral issues at all with the OP (hell I think the age of consent should be 17, even 16 on case-by-case...), it's just our society's fucked-up laws on sex that scare me.

Not the laws are fucked up but this guy who fantasizes of raping girls half his age and getting away with it.

Not all hope is lost for mankind, though. Some users made statements such as:

This is quite disturbing...especially how many times you wrote and emphasized "physically force her". But hey....

I also liked this one:

i have advice for you, instead of having to wait to find the drunk girls, just roofy them since yer in such a hurry!

But please excuse me now, I've got to vomit.

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