You learn more about what is human nature when you study it from many angles; only by seeing what is cross cultural can you know what is common. The same holds for dating girls of different ages.
You’ll notice little virgin girls pulling the same stunts as seasoned bar hoes.
It’s instinctual to all humans with a vagina to pull the free drinks scam. Girls want the power to entice you with the promise of sex, without actually promising sex.
Some 21 going on 15 years old student tried to play me for a chump last week. I’d seen her on a dating site, and hit her up for a date. She tried to change plans at the last minute, having me meet her and all her friends at her dorm, and then stay in, rather than meeting me at a bar/restaurant. Of course I passed on that, rescheduled, and then didn’t call her to confirm the rescheduled date. A week later I get a text asking to hook up, which went ignored for a few days. And then she texts asking for money for a new phone.
“Sure, no problem. Just have sex with me first.”
“I’m sorry mister, I don’t do that.”
“Ya, and I don’t give money to people I don’t know”.
What, I’m supposed to give her money just on the off chance that it might endear me to her enough that I might maybe get some chance to one day get closer to fucking her?
Girls play men for chumps. No, I’m not fixing your flat tire unless you are fucking me. I don’t pay for the option to maybe one day date.
And another girl asked me out a few weeks ago, and I told her “I don’t keep girls as friends, actually. It’s not good if one of us wants more. I played with your pussy three times and you didn’t even give me a blow job.”
You want to extract time and attention from me for what in return? Hope? Piss or get off the pot.
“But, but, but, I’m giving you the opportunity to prove that you are nice!”
“And to whose advantage is that? That’s going to make you want to fuck me? Nice try sister.
And I’m not nice.”
“Chase me – chase me! Hold my purse, give me attention, and lend me your shoulder to cry on about the “bad” boys who leave me when I try to pull the same shit that I’m pulling on you!”
Whenever my girl tells me how she wants a man to be kind and loyal, I laugh at her. I describe to her all her beta orbiters who she never fucked. The guys she would run to for solace when I was fucking my other girlfriend, who lived with me.
“You say you want a nice boy, but look at your actions. I own your ass. Look at what you gave the nice guy. Nothing but empty hope. Your pussy and your ass belong to me.”
All she can do is laugh and squirm. She’ll never admit the truth, but her ass will.
To get my girls virginity I had to be just as blunt, and to kick her out from my life several times. “Why do you keep visiting me? If you are not going to fuck me, you are wasting my time. How old do you think I am; 12? I need a real woman in my life”, I would say as I held the door open to my apartment, inviting her to leave.
I would literally scream at her in frustration in bed. “Ok, ok, you can fuck me. Be slow”, she would say, and then clamp her legs shut. I literally had to rape her the first few times; holding her arms back and forcing her legs open, and continuing on past her screams of protest. How many men could have got this girls virginity? Scant few.
And after a week or two of retard sex, I flat out told her that I need a woman with higher libido, and that I was going to go get it. Then quickly resumed dating. Then quickly moved another girl into my place.
And THAT is how I came to own this girls ass.
Not by holding her purse and being nice, like her model-handsome young suitor.
She kept dating me, trying her best to ignore the spare toothbrushes in the toilet and the table full of perfumes and creams in the living room. It became a war of attrition between the two girls – which one would break first from the daily strain. She won.
My current girl is not ideal, but we still cycle through romantic phases, and she still continues to open in love and lust. We’ve been fucking like bunnies recently, and sometimes she’s a decent fuck now. I doubt I’ve ever met another man with the wherewithal to make a woman out of her like I have. You really need to take control with some girls.
Update: I didn’t touch on how I built attraction with Current Girl in this post; why it was she felt compelled to stick around even though I started up with a new girl. There was a lot involved in that, but I left it out because I want to emphasize that having boundaries and owning your vision and your needs is in itself attractive. Girls want that cave man. They don’t want a nice boy. They do want to feel attraction and romance and comfort, but you have to give them all that while owning your own boundaries and going after what YOU want, not by blowing around like a reed in the breeze of her fickle whims. You don’t get comfort by being nice.
You can’t get angry at a dog for gobbling up your steak when you take a piss. That’s what dogs do. YOU are a dog. Women pretend like they want you to be housebroken; to be a really nice good little doggie. No. They don’t really want to trust you to not eat their steak. They want to trust you to be a dog. They’ll never admit it, but their ass will.
When you own who you are without apology, then you get trust and comfort. She trusts you to be a dog. For women, that’s the foundation for love. They don’t want to trust you to be housebroken – no matter what they say.
You can’t trade fidelity for attraction; that’s a male projection of traits that he values onto the girl. Girls want to tame a bad boy and tie him down; they don’t get attracted to a boy because he is good. They therefore mouth attraction for a man being good. Follow the ass.
Girls don’t go for bad boys even though they treat girls mean. They go for men who show that they can treat them mean when they need to.
Random Xpat Rantings 
What really makes me curious is why the girl stuck around. Women can be fleeting, especially for the first few dates. Why was she so resistant in the first place. And why did you stick with her?
As for why I stuck with her, there is a picture of her a few posts down. It was love at first sight.
This might sound like a sign of emotional imbalance, or perhaps exaggerated bragging, but I’ve had many experiences of mutual love at first sight. I’ve also had more than my share of unrequited love, and plenty of dates that I wished would go somewhere that didn’t – so I don’t want to cherry pick the best experiences and call them the norm. But it’s common enough that to me love at first sight is a normal experience.
As soon as I saw this girl on webcam, I was hooked. And on the first date decided I wanted to marry her, and declared on the Roissy forum that night my intentions. I said that I would have her, and I was certain of it. Some things you just know. There was an instant physical connection demanding consummation, and the romance was mutual and urgent. She just smelled right.
Why was she so resistant? She was a 21 year old asexual freak with a hymen made out of steel who dressed like a tomboy and walked like a man who’d been used to dominating boys with her tits and flighty laugh. She’d been brainwashed that sex was bad by an overbearing fat dyke of a man hating dorm house mother dead set on making all under her care independent career women, and hadn’t even masturbated yet.
My disappointment in her occasionally overwhelmed my passion, but even today just the fact of her being hot wins many points. I get hard just by looking at her. And she’s never stopped being crazy about me. Crazyyyyy.
From that first date until now almost two years later she rarely stops thinking about me. That dynamic has happened a few times, and I’d like to think that it has something to do with me learning how to make it so.
Why did she stick with me? Apparently I lack talent for pointing out details that can be translated into routines to run on girls. What I’ve been trying to do is convey a full attitude, that people can find appealing and empathize with and eventually internalize. It’s an attitude that I hope to transmit, and an attitude that I believe is largely responsible for much of the successes I’ve created. Romantic dominance.
Random question Xsplat, but I am very interested in your answer. When trying to get a woman to fall in love with you, so you can own her, as quickly as possible; what is the quickest way to gain a woman’s heart, love, devotion, whatever you want to call it?
Oh boy. An essay question that’s tough to bullshit my way through.
I’m not sure if there is a universal remote control to all females, but the buttons I push that consistently function are the laughter and the fuck buttons. Maker her laugh and come a lot. Oh, and the dominance button. It’s not really a button – just hit her over the head with the remote sometimes.
That last lame joke actually has a grain of truth in it. I can think of several girls that I’ve hit, once. That led to big changes in how they viewed and treated me. It’s esoteric knowledge about what those changes are; a type of self-secret. The secret keeps itself because if you don’t already know, you aren’t going to want to know. I’ll whisper it *** hitting a girl appropriately can cause her to give up and give her heart to you ***.
If I could give only one tip it would be to habituate your girl to follow commands, and to give her commands often. If I could give two it would be to combine being romantic with being a strong authoritative father figure. Own all that loving paternalism that comes so naturally to men, and be the bad boy lover who role plays rape. Mix those two together into one artistic fusion cuisine, and make the girl “Daddy’s little bitch”. Or whatever your personal kink winds up as. Paternalism and eroticism are the napalm and flame thrower of love.
Xsplat, you are so on the money about the father figure/commanding/sexually dominant angle. I’ve gotten to the point that i NEVER ask a female to do anything i want her to do. i tell. and she either does it or i move on. i will admit that there is a nuance to the way you give commands or order her to do things that will need to be learned (especially for a girl unfamiliar with you) although I’ve found if you start out from that frame, you tend to stay in that frame and she falls inline willingly (why shouldn’t she? that’s the only way she’s known you)
as for ‘hitting a woman; i follow, and again you are correct. the probable love of my life has a mean bitch streak. she made me go there a year ago, and now is the most openly loyal, eager to make me happy, lady i wished she could be from day one. all because i “laid hand” on her.
as for those who may wonder when it’s appropriate? look at a few old movies (up till the mid 60s) and notice how often and when the leading man physically “straightens the leading lady out”. take note of her behavior , the context of scene, and his frame when it happens, you’d be surprised at what you learn. especially when you see the shocked yet clearly aroused look on the lady’s face…
“If I could give only one tip it would be to habituate your girl to follow commands, and to give her commands often. If I could give two it would be to combine being romantic with being a strong authoritative father figure. Own all that loving paternalism that comes so naturally to men, and be the bad boy lover who role plays rape. Mix those two together into one artistic fusion cuisine, and make the girl “Daddy’s little bitch”. Or whatever your personal kink winds up as. Paternalism and eroticism are the napalm and flame thrower of love.”
This sounds about right.
*** fair warning: possible spoilers ***
In the current hit romance novel 50 Shades of Grey, the primary male character is a young self-made billionaire who is both extremely erotic and authoritative at the same time. Aside from being loved by the main [female] character in the book, 50 Shades of Grey is clearly a sensation in the real-world marketplace as well, funnily and indirectly providing supporting evidence for womens’ desire for these values.
As for why I know this… I’m not in the habit of reading romance novels, or any fiction books for that matter (I’m a very analytical, non-fiction, objective type of guy), but I must admit that I was intrigued by all the hype, and wanted to get a closer look into pop culture’s dark side. Therefore, I bought the trilogy for a mere $30 on Amazon and checked it out.
I will say that it’s funny reading a romance novel after studying social dynamics like a science–you definitely see it through a different lens than the vast majority of consumer peers, who naively and honestly believe that love just “falls into place” without any manipulation from one party or the other. And after reading a significant amount of both positive and negative Amazon reviews on the book as well, I have come to realize that 50 Shades’ young romantic billionaire dominator is basically a stock character in romance novels these days. And after some thinking, it makes sense because he’s essentially the modern-day equivalent of the ancient times’ white knight prince in shining armor.
There’s no rescuing a girl from a mythical dragon or rival kingdom anymore, but there is rescuing her from economic slavery and sexual boredom. Obviously, considering the giant market for romance novels in the economy, the dreams and fantasies created by our imaginative authors continue to be in high demand by the female population; it’s not just Disney selling sexy delusions. Only minor details have changed, such as available technology and more contemporary settings, but the principals, desires, and fantasies are still the same.
More on:
“make her laugh” – no I’m not asking for knock knock jokes to tell her, but do you generally use wit and sarcasm, etc, or more goofy type of humour?
“hitting a girl appropriately” – define appropriately
You’ve made me come to realize that my desire to share attractive and empowering male attitudes is insufficient. To communicate the things I’ve learned so far in this ongoing process of dealing with women will take delving into details.
Yet I’ll have to leave it vague for both of your questions for now. For humour, that gets tailored to the circumstances. I’ve been lucky to have experience as a young teen in babysitting. I know how to enjoy myself managing and keeping children entertained. If they don’t quite catch your humour, you can do what the Disney movies do: sneak in some jokes that contain double meanings of adult humour that are over the kids heads, but are still entertaining. This is important because I have to be genuinely entertained in the exchange – even if it’s by my own wit; after all it’s my enjoyment that is 1/2 of the fun of their enjoyment. If the girl has very poor English, the humor may be reduced to pantomime, or notepad sketches. I like to laugh about the process of flirting, and play a lot of role playing games, such as saying “excuse me miss, are you from around here?” to my companion while we ride up in the elevator together. For smarter girls I can exercise my full powers of word play. If someone has a guide to how to be funny, I’ve love to read it. But then again would it apply to me? Probably not. We each seem to find our own styles. My father tells old style drawn out crowd pleasing jokes. I make remarks.
Hitting a girl appropriately. I’m not going to touch it. I chose that phrase carefully. As soon as I define it, someone will say my definition is wrong, and thereby argue that hitting a girl is not appropriate. It will depend on the situation, the man, and the woman. There is room for misjudgement, especially when emotions run high. None the less, many men will make that judgement call, and many men will experience greater love and devotion from the woman because of it. That is what happens. You can label it “Stockholm syndrome”, or pathologize it, or glorify it, or whatever, but does it matter? There is a long history of a pattern of cause and effect with regards to appropriate violence from men towards women.
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