One of the great things about working in health care is the fact that I’m surrounded by women. And I’ve learned over the years to judge them based on their actions rather than what they say. I generally hold this to be true about ALL persons but more so with females and their take on relationships. Now I wouldn’t recommend this to everyone as you don’t want HR on your ass, but if you can pull it off this it is a GREAT way to pratice game.
At present, I have 6-7 women in my workcenter. Only one is single. I game ALL but 2. One is my boss. Lol. The other just doesn’t like to be bothered- more on her later. One woman, the one who affectionately referes to me as “hoe ass” get’s shit from me ALL.DAY. she rides everyone, well Danny rides her. Lol. I love the girl. I do.
Another is single and I go WAAAAAAY over what would be considered appropriate with her, none of it sexual, but always being friendly and making “pretty eyes” at her. Another is recently married, she’s the baby of the department. I refer to her “boot” status conistently. I’m assuming you get the picture. All of them have a few things I “game them” with in common.
All have nicknames. One I call Ri-Ri because she looks like Rhianna, also, it can mean “retard”. Another is named “bunny”. See, as xray techs we are issued markers with L or R and our initials. Well her initials are “BNY”. Bunny. EVEYONE calls her that now. The newest member to our WC is a young lady, very short. I use to call her Q since her name starts with a Q, but we already have a Q, so I changed it to Q Nugget, now it’s just Nugget.
As for the one woman, I can say this. She calls me “loser” all the time. Now this girl typically, DOES.NOT acknowledge you outside of when she HAS to speak to you. So her good-natured ribbing shows she looks at me favorably. This same girl, right after getting married was in the porcess of changing her name. A staff member was just returning from afghanistan and asked what her new name would be. I waited 3 seconds before saying, “E*******”, which is MY last name. the entire department started laughing, including her. Then I placed my hand on her stomach and said, “What are we at now babe, 2 months. Feel those kicks, kids gonna be a beast on the field.” This girl is mexican, and VERY attractive.
I have ZERO sexual feelings toward any of these women; but trust me, they LOVE the attention.
for your viewing pleasure, the tribe back home doing what they do best. boys will be boys. love these guys more than i love Giada DeLaurentis’ tits.
last weekend we posted a video bomb of a feminist at university of toronto. not only was her rant reprehensible, but honestly i’d rather tea-bag lava than fuck that woman. i’ve had more than one woman blow up on me after preaching red-pill wisdom. i had one woman go so postal that she was almost thrown out of the establishment. i sat with a shit eating grin as she rambled on (CURSING) in front of a restaurant full of people (including kids). again….this woman was mid-late 30’s. this is typical of women in that age range in regards to women and red-pill.
BUT….on the flip side of the coin i have YET to meet a woman 18-26 who says men SHOULDN’T learn game. i was talking with Jack from Viva La Manosphere and learned his 20 year old hottie GF reads my site. if yer reading this punkin, send me a pic of you 2 puh-LEEEAZE. he mentioned how he ran my material to his lady and his GF said, “hey, DANNY says that.”
holy crap on toast. epic el-oh-el.
well, there’s a chick that works at a fast food place by my house. she’s VERY attractive and 20-21ish. i mentioned to her about the blog and she asked what the blog was about. when i told her i teach guys how to talk to women, her eyes widened and she mention how that’s a GREAT subject to teach. lol. anyone wanna guess WHY? i told her i’d be willing to bet 99% of the guys trying to chat her up never generate a single tingle and said guys just fawn over her looks. i do believe i’ve covered this before. lol. and i DO plan on asking her if i can post a pic of her on my site.
well, this weekend i had a lot of “fun”. what i’m about to share is NOT an attempt to gloat. i just want to make a point. i uuuuh…..”hung out” with 2 female friends this weekend. one i number closed a LOOOOOOOONG time ago. she’s flaked (as in not responded to texts) on several occasions. no sweat. well i found out she wasn’t doing anything this weekend except working and “hanging out by the pool”, i handed her my phone and told her to give me her address so we could go swimming. saturday….done. the other i JUST got her number after i learned she dropped her dude. apparently guy told her she couldn’t fuck around on him, but he was certainly screwing around on her so she dumped him. i told her i’d NEVER tell her who she could and couldn’t fuck with. i told her i’m the best FWB’s guy she’ll ever run across. lol. i gave her my addy and told her to stop by during the weekend. well, that was sunday. lol.
the point of sharing this is to show you MUST.NOT.QUIT. do NOT give a girl shit for flaking, just keep chomping at the bit. game is a serious statistics game. the more you try, the more likely you’ll find success. AND, as a 39 year old guy, having “fed the beast”, i’m good now for a the next couple of months. and i honestly could have cared less to NOT have seen them this weekend. a 20 something year old Danny was out every weekend trying to get some ass. lol.
as a closing statement, i want to say something. i’ve come under fire lately. i have. nothing i’m willing to discuss, BUT- i want to be clear about one thing. i’m here for the readers, NOT the bloggers. i’ve been fortunate enough to befriend a few prominent bloggers and they honestly helped me in my little attempt at running a site. and for that i’m eternally grateful. i’ve sent MONEY to some of these guys to help them in dire times. well, now i’m being shunned by certain persons when i’ve ASKED for sides not to be taken. the grumblings haven’t died down.
exonerate me from the tribe. that’s ok with me. i’d rather not be down than to have ANYONE think i’d out someone. besides, the people that matter……the READERS mean more to me than anything. and it doesn’t look like they’re going anywhere.
as a happy pill palate cleanser, i want to post the reason to get a twitter account- women posting shit like THIS.
the girl below posts MANY topless pics. lol.
DAMMIT!!!!!! i got caught up and forgot to post last night. sorry guys.
i lived in Japan for 3 years. i always marveled at the the way the american girls lost their shit during the Fertility Festival. basically, the locals drag a huge wooden cock through the streets. the women touch them in hopes to bear children, the men touch them hoping that it will make them more virile. despite what you’ll read in the wiki article, i’m telling you what the locals told me. it’s about increasing a woman’s fertility
i watched back in Yokosuka and it was pretty funny the way the women fawned over the huge alter enshrouded phallus. living abroad definitely gives you a unique perspective to the world. what i found interesting is that the Japanese are VERY reserved, but dear God almighty are they closet pervs. and the american girls LOOOOOVED the festival. lol. surprise surprise.
the herbivore men/carnivore women make an interesting juxtaposition as the men cart the shrines and the women fawn over and straddle the giant wooden cocks. see for yourself.
there’s cock shaped candy and foods. and there’s no shortage of women who want a pic mounted on the giant cock. again- observe. even the girl i posted on this blog JUMPED happily on one of the cocks to get a pic. she was smiling from ear to ear.
and remember, i LIVED among the locals. i wasn’t sheltered on base. i HAD to interact with the local populace.
Japanese are weirdo’s. lol.
quick post for saturday. had a nice leisurely day poolside “entertaining” a “friend”. *ahem* so, let’s take a second for one of my favorite flirt/escalation techniques. when chatting up a girl and she gets giggly (IOI that she likes you) i’ll mention that she’s too cute and that if she knows what i want to do to her. thing is, OF COURSE she knows what i want to do to her, but she HAS to hear what i want to say. she’s giving me a shot to impress her and demonstrate HV.
so the answer must be: sexual, funny, light hearted, and original. i usually go with-
“i’m not 100% sure, but i know it’ll probably be over in 9 seconds.”
“without getting into specifics, let’s just say it’ll end in a 9 month gestation period.”
“not too sure but there WILL be a complete mess on your tummy.”
“let’s just say, daddy won’t approve.”
“let’s just say i have a drop of clear stuff the size of a grape right now.”
“hmm, better i SHOW you, is there a bathroom stall close by?” (take hold of her arm and look around intently).
*act out doggy style, in a goofy manner, imitate slapping the partners ass* then look at her, and say, “it’s probably best if i don’t”. lol. ALWAYS smile after you deliver the line.
the great thing about the intarwebz is i can listen to most of the music of my youth. i ran across an old fave that i think i will dedicate to a certain woman i know who stops by occasionally (though she doesn’t comment). typically we’ll text but she’s busy with school. this is for you pookumita.
THIS. this was a 15 year old Danny’s go to fuck record when i had a girl over. i was such a boy slut. lol. i put this record on and that ass was getting autographed. and sorry, vinyl is MAAAAAAD sexy. it get’s good around the 5 minute mark. can anyone tell me when the girl finishes? lol.
the blogger as a high school senior.
and lastly, i found this looking for the R. Lee Emery pic. one of my girls back in san deezy, Heather. she was a good girl.
there’s been much discussion about the masculinization of women. i present to you a charming letter sent by a young woman to her sorority “sisters” that’s gone viral. anyone know the over/under that this “young lady” is on the carousel.
“If you just opened this like I told you to, tie yourself down to whatever chair you’re sitting in, because this email is going to be a rough fucking ride.
For those of you that have your heads stuck under rocks, which apparently is the majority of this chapter, we have been FUCKING UP in terms of night time events and general social interactions with Sigma Nu. I’ve been getting texts on texts about people LITERALLY being so fucking AWKWARD and so fucking BORING. If you’re reading this right now and saying to yourself “But oh em gee Julia, I’ve been having so much fun with my sisters this week!”, then punch yourself in the face right now so that I don’t have to fucking find you on campus to do it myself.
I do not give a flying fuck, and Sigma Nu does not give a flying fuck, about how much you fucking love to talk to your sisters. You have 361 days out of the fucking year to talk to sisters, and this week is NOT, I fucking repeat NOT ONE OF THEM. This week is about fostering relationships in the greek community, and that’s not fucking possible if you’re going to stand around and talk to each other and not our matchup. Newsflash you stupid cocks: FRATS DON’T LIKE BORING SORORITIES. Oh wait, DOUBLE FUCKING NEWSFLASH: SIGMA NU IS NOT GOING TO WANT TO HANG OUT WITH US IF WE FUCKING SUCK, which by the way in case you’re an idiot and need it spelled out for you, WE FUCKING SUCK SO FAR. This also applies to you little shits that have talked openly about post gaming at a different frat IN FRONT OF SIGMA NU BROTHERS. Are you people fucking retarded? That’s not a rhetorical question, I LITERALLY want you to email me back telling me if you’re mentally slow so I can make sure you don’t go to anymore night time events. If Sigma Nu openly said “Yeah we’re gonna invite Zeta over”, would you be happy? WOULD YOU? No you wouldn’t, so WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO IT TO THEM?? IN FRONT OF THEM?!! First of all, you SHOULDN’T be post gaming at other frats, I don’t give a FUCK if your boyfriend is in it, if your brother is in it, or if your entire family is in that frat. YOU DON’T GO. YOU. DON’T. GO. And you ESPECIALLY do fucking NOT convince other girls to leave with you.
“But Julia!”, you say in a whiny little bitch voice to your computer screen as you read this email, “I’ve been cheering on our teams at all the sports, doesn’t that count for something?” NO YOU STUPID FUCKING ASS HATS, IT FUCKING DOESN’T. DO YOU WANNA KNOW FUCKING WHY?!! IT DOESN’T COUNT BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING UP AT SOBER FUCKING EVENTS TOO. I’ve not only gotten texts about people being fucking WEIRD at sports (for example, being stupid shits and saying stuff like “durr what’s kickball?” is not fucking funny), but I’ve gotten texts about people actually cheering for the opposing team. The opposing. Fucking. Team. ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?!! I don’t give a SHIT about sportsmanship, YOU CHEER FOR OUR GODDAMN TEAM AND NOT THE OTHER ONE, HAVE YOU NEVER BEEN TO A SPORTS GAME? ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND? Or are you just so fucking dense about what it means to make people like you that you think being a good little supporter of the greek community is going to make our matchup happy? Well it’s time someone told you, NO ONE FUCKING LIKES THAT, ESPECIALLY OUR FUCKING MATCHUP. I will fucking cunt punt the next person I hear about doing something like that, and I don’t give a fuck if you SOR me, I WILL FUCKING ASSAULT YOU.
“Ohhh Julia, I’m now crying because your email has made me oh so so sad”. Well good. If this email applies to you in any way, meaning if you are a little asswipe that stands in the corners at night or if you’re a weird shit that does weird shit during the day, this following message is for you:
DO NOT GO TO TONIGHT’S EVENT.
I’m not fucking kidding. Don’t go. Seriously, if you have done ANYTHING I’ve mentioned in this email and have some rare disease where you’re unable to NOT do these things, then you are HORRIBLE, I repeat, HORRIBLE PR FOR THIS CHAPTER. I would rather have 40 girls that are fun, talk to boys, and not fucking awkward than 80 that are fucking faggots. If you are one of the people that have told me “Oh nooo boo hoo I can’t talk to boys I’m too sober”, then I pity you because I don’t know how you got this far in life, and with that in mind don’t fucking show up unless you’re going to stop being a goddamn cock block for our chapter. Seriously. I swear to fucking God if I see anyone being a goddamn boner at tonight’s event, I will tell you to leave even if you’re sober. I’m not even kidding. Try me.
And for those of you who are offended at this email, I would apologize but I really don’t give a fuck. Go fuck yourself.”
charming. of course the sorority’s prez had to run some damage control and issued the following.
“My name is [redacted] and I am the current president of Delta Gamma at the University of Maryland. It has been brought to my attention that you recently published an unsavory email that was sent out over my chapter’s list-serve. Is it possible for you to either remove the article or just remove the names “Delta Gamma” and “Sigma Nu” from your article? This email absolutely does not reflect our chapter’s values nor Sigma Nu’s and any assistance you can give us is greatly appreciated.
Today it was announced she resigned from the sorority.
there’s a lot of advice being hashed around about attracting and “gaming” women. i’ve said before that i’ve been fortunate enough to have dated/banged/fwb’d/known quite a few VERY attractive women. this is relative only in so far as that these women are very used to guys screwing up when they approach. game is truly based on numbers. statistically, the more approaches, the greater your possibility to success. i don’t think ANYONE would argue this logic.
well, sometimes you can learn A LOT by watching other guys fail. it’s painful, it really is. so i’m going to present you with some cues that you are not generating tingle and need to punch out.
she grins and maintains eye contact– THIS. this is the number one cue that she’s not feeling you. a woman that’s into the interaction averts her gaze and can’t help but show some teeth when she smiles. the averting her gaze is submission- plain and simple. when she turns her head she’ll also expose her neck. another key sign of attraction. if she’s just looking at you and smiling, she’s being polite. MOST women will not come right out and tell you to leave her alone. usually, she’ll make an excuse to end the interaction.
her responses are curt and closed– usually an indication you’ve overstayed your welcome and she’s slightly annoyed. this is phase 2. walk away buddy.
arms crossed– universal sign of “closing yourself off”. she should be preening, touching her face or hair, or you. lol.
all out quiet walk away– i think this is pretty obvious. lol.
pepper spray– it really only stinigs for the first 8-9 seconds. thats why i use choloroform, who the hell is she to ruin the surprise party for her vagina. party pooper.
i think the best response i ever had to explain how a woman feels when a guy keeps chomping at the bit comes from a VERY gay male friend back in NO. i’d seen a dude react to my friends “swishyness” (his term. and it’s FABULOUS!!! LOVE IT) with some discomfort. when i told him i never understood how/why guys were so uncomfortable with gay dudes. he told me- “i think personally it’s because men get a taste of how it feels to be objectified sexually by someone they aren’t attracted to. and that can be pretty unnerving.”
dude is DEF on to something. even at 16 i understood what he was getting at. it is a man’s job (typically) to make the first move. women know this, but many guys approach poorly: be it lack of game, being nervous, whatever. and the woman may not be feeling it, but dude is clueless and eventually, girl bails. but a woman attracted to you will give off IOI’s. if she doesn’t, YOU need to be able to decode her body language. most of the times the clues are subtle, and the guy can be so nervous that he just doesn’t pick up on the cues. next time you see dude approach, watch intently
and in other news on planet Danny. today i finsihed my last ever physical fitness test of my career. the official results:
39 years old. 64″, 134 lbs. i did- 87 sit ups, 76 push-ups, and ran 1.5 miles in 11:39 seconds. and i’m POOPED. lol. getting old’s a BITCH.
also, stop by Cappy Cap’s and listen to the latest podcast. then play the following drinking game- take a pull everytime Aaron clears his throat. you’re sure to be lit within 10 minutes. this one’s great because Aaron is PISSED. his rants are fucking hilarious. love you cookie.
[edit- Paw Paw’s in the hospital. his BP dropped big time. but mom said he’s in good spirits.]
i woke up to this email from Deti the other day. enjoy. OH, H/T to Free Northerner on his field report.
The starting point for my thoughts today is Roissy’s Ninth Commandment.
A lesson from the Gospel of Roissy, The Sixteen Commandments of Poon, the Ninth Commandment.
Please stand for the reading.
IX. Connect with her emotions
Set yourself apart from other men and connect with a woman’s emotional landscape. Her mind is an alien world that requires deft navigation to reach your rendevous. Frolic in the surf of emotions rather than the arid desert of logic. Be playful. Employ all your senses. Describe in lush detail scenarios to set her heart afire. Give your feelings freedom to roam. ROAM. Yes, that is a good word. You’re not on a linear path with her. You are ROAMING all over, taking her on an adventure. In this world, there is no need to finish thoughts or draw conclusions. There is only need to EXPERIENCE. You’re grabbing her hand and running with her down an infinite, labyrinthine alleyway with no end, laughing and letting your fingers glide on the cobblestone walls along the way.
You may be seated.
Thus endeth the lesson. (Thanks be to Roissy.)
Never, ever forget that your relationship with your woman depends in large part on how she FEELS — about you, her job, her friends, the world around her. When she says she is thinking about you, she isn’t. She’s feeling, emoting, anticipating, marinating, simmering. The pathway to her heart is for you to influence how she feels when she is with you.
Think about what women say about the men they love. When asked what they like and love about their men or why they stay with their men, what do they say?
“I love how I feel when I am with him.”
“I can be myself with him. I’m so comfortable around him.”
“I feel happy and relaxed around him.”
“He feels so close to me.”
“I feel like I can tell him anything.”
None of these quotes describes what the women think about him, his attributes, or his good qualities. Instead, these women are describing how they feel about themselves — and more specifically, how they feel about themselves when they are with their men.
Also notice the present tense descriptions. There are no descriptions about future plans, or their lives in the past or future. The quotes are about how she feels right now, in the moment.
(Vox Day has wisely pointed out that when hearing a woman describe something, it’s a good idea to mentally imagine the modifier “Right now I feel….” just before her statement. Examples:
“I’m pissed off!” becomes “Right now I feel pissed off.”
“I love you” becomes “Right now I feel that I love you.”
“I just cannot do this” becomes “Right now I feel that I just cannot do this.”)
I’ve noticed in my experience that when many women describe the course of their failed relationships with previous boyfriends or lovers, they often can recall only their own feelings and emotions. Events they experienced with their past loves (even good experiences or joyful events) are glossed over. Major details are recalled only vaguely, remembered incorrectly, or even forgotten entirely. In her mind and heart, the memories and impressions of how she felt and how he made her feel are all that remain. She can’t remember what happened, but she can remember how she FELT about what happened.
Much has been written about the alpha widow phenomenon. There are biological explanations for it — biochemical reactions producing feelings of bonding, particularly intense or pleasurable sexual experiences with an alpha. But I wonder if a big part of the alpha widow’s experience is the intense emotion and the resulting euphoria she feels about herself. Perhaps those feelings and emotions are so intense, so mood-altering, and so powerful, that she simply cannot let them go; and she spends time trying to recapture and recreate them. I wonder if this is a big part of how a woman becomes an alpha widow.
In long term relationships, feelings — and a history of good feelings — become important. A man needs to give her alpha moments, “magical moments of masculinity” (H/T Julian O’Dea). He must fill her alpha memory bank with things that generate good memories for her. The vacation to Hawaii when he took her for the long walk on the beach because she wanted to go. The times he ripped her clothes off and banged her fast and hard because he couldn’t keep his hands off her. The daily take-charge attitude. The weekend getaway when he told her to pack a bag and be ready to go on Friday afternoon, and he whisked her away on a surprise jaunt to a bed and breakfast. She will feel special, loved, sexy, cared for, and comfortable. These are what you want her to remember during the tough times, the lean times, the bad times. She will remember how she felt, and that it can be that way again, because you could do it before.
Now none of this is to say women never think, or are incapable of rational logical thought, or that they are beholden to their emotions all the time. It is to say, though, that in matters of intersexual relationships, women default to emotion and feelings first. It is to say that a large part of the mechanics of her day-to-day relationship with you depends on how she feels — how she feels about herself; how she feels when she is with you; and how she feels about herself when she is with you (those are three separate things). How she remembers you will not depend on what you did together or the events that transpire between you. The emotions she felt when she was with you will shape her impressions of you, and your future together.
Now go forth and make her feel loved. She’ll thank you for it, and she’ll remember it.”
OH, and big up to SunShineMary for designing the site’s official t-shirt for the wimminz. IF you get one, send me a pic of yourself in it and get a FREE intarwebz kiss-on-the cheek from yours truly.
this just in- for the fellahs– Mary, you ROCK.
AND, had another manosphere first today. i met the incomparable Bill Powell for lunch. we talked sphere crap, wimminz and community world domination. the army is forming; ride the apocalypse. when the zombies come, we’ll be an army of two. Stay up Bill. it was GREAT meeting you Brother.