1. When to send the first text

There a bit of debate about this.

Personally, I think the “three day rule” is bollocks. You want to be fresh in the girl’s head. The next day or after two days is fine. You want to go from meet to bang as soon as you can and or “limit the time bridge” in PUA speak.

I usually send a text the next evening. Texting in the morning time portrays neediness and everyone’s cortisol levels are high and causing stress. Early evening is better than late at night, too, because it leaves a slight chance of casual meet-up that night without giving her time to flake.

EXCEPTION: If you meet her Friday, don’t text her Saturday and wait until Sunday.

As another caveat to this, don’t text her if you can’t meet up with the next two to three days. You’ll create a awkward lag period and increase the likelihood she’ll flake.

2. Idea for the first text: Facebounce

This is a great idea for the first text.

“Hey it’s Fox It was nice meeting you last night. My facebook is facebook.com/xxxx. Add me…”

Sometimes women don’t respond to the first text. A good looking chick could have given her number to half a dozen guys on a night out. She could have been black-out drunk, too. Mind you, Ideally you should always go for at least a make out on the meet-up, but sometimes that’s just not possible (especially in some conservative countries).

This text is great because…

a) It doesn’t require a response and is totally not-needy.

b) She can log on to check you out before contacting you back.

You have an awesome profiler and timeline banner showing you wrestling a bear, right?

If not, sort that shit out. Your facebook profile is like a shop window. Nobody is going to go inside if the window dressing isn’t alluring.

c) It gets her chasing a little. She has to add you or initiate the conversation.

3. Keep it short

This is pretty self-explanatory.

Don’t blab on and certainly don’t write more than she does. Light-hearted one-liners show a cool, aloof attitude. This is not gospel, but keep it in mind.

When she agrees to meet up, a simple “Cool…” will do.

4. Limit txt-speak and watch your spelling

I know this is rich coming from someone who never proofreads his posts, but nevertheless…

Girls and modern pop-culture constantly employ text gibberish like,  ”OMG c u @ da club 2nite! tlk l8r bbf. luv u xxx.”

Vomit.

This is not acceptable for an intelligent man of the world like yourself. Using txt-speak make it sound like there’s an unintelligibly sheep at the other end of the line. Have some standards and show you’re smart. Things like “btw” and “u” are fine if you’re in a rush, but don’t go overboard.

Also: For the love of Apollo, use capital letter at the start of sentences and the “I” not “i” when refering to yourself! Nothing looks worse than “i like this. i like that.” It makes you look like a four-year-old.

5. Use exclamation marks and questions marks sparingly

Exclamation marks (and CAPTIALS, too) convey too much excitement and neediness. I almost never use them. It’s the same with too many question marks. Instead of always using question marks,  considering using “…”

Example: “What you doing tonight…”

It’s a lot more laid back.

6. Limit emoticons and use them properly

If she doesn’t use them, you shouldn’t either.

Also, as a rule, you should at limit emoticons to one-per-text maximun (and even that’s too much).

Personally, I don’t send more than one emoticon every three texts. And other times, I avoid them all together.

Here are some emoticons I favour:

The classic smiley face. I’m not really a big fan. I really only use this when I first text to show warmth and friendliness to girls who a little more conservative.

Example: “Hey Farrah ” or “It was nice meeting you yesterday ”

Ah yes, the classic cheeky winky – a personal favourite. It’s a little bit naughty. It’s a good way to wrap a text conversation. For me, this says “You’re getting it.”

Example: “See you tonight chica ” or “Looking forward to it ”

:p

The sticky-out tongue is quite versatile. It can mean “only kidding” (a good alternative to ‘lol’ or ‘haha’), a playful “screw you” or “I’m drooling on the floor right now. When I get hold of you, I going to tear your clothes and ravish your vagina.”

Example: “You’re a creep :p” , “You loss kid :p” or “When I get hold or you, I going to tear your clothes of and ravish your vagina :p”

7. When asking a girl out, don’t ask questions, make statements.

This is classic alpha tact. You must be perceived to be in control. Some examples…

“I might be free Tuesday if you want to join me for drinks…”

“Hey, I’ll pick you at x time and y place…”

Alternatively, give the illusion of making statements. Going back to what I said about question marks, employ “…”. It implies your making assumptions, not asking questions…

“I’ll pick you around 9 in town. Sound good…”

8. Give her the illusion of choice

Instead of asking her a simple yes or no question, give her a choice of two things and sub-consciously build “a yes ladder” before asking her out (via a statement, of course).

Here’s a example:

Text 1: “Do you like pizza…”

Everyone likes pizza. 95% of the time she’ll say yes.

Text 2: ”What do you prefer, beer or wine…”

See what I’m doing? She’s getting caught in my web of trickery! Mwahaha.

Text 3 (the hook): “Hmm…well then, we should have a wine and pizza night. I’m free Tuesday…”

Game. Set. Match. I’ve often used this technique to invite girls back to my place for the very first date. It’s golden.

9. Be untimely with your responses

You know when a girl you like doesn’t text you back for hours, or even wait until the next day. Doesn’t that drive you crazy?

Well guess what? It’s the same for chicks. I purposely don’t text back for ages. If she waits an hour to text back. Wait two hours to text her back. If she responded quickly to that text, you may do the same. If she waits a day, a good five hours will do it. Keep her in line and punish negative behaviour.

Sometimes, if it’s some a really stupid text, I don’t text back at all.

10. Dealing with lag-time and texting to confirm the date

So, you’ve followed all my advice and hopefully you’ve got a hot date tonight. Naturally, you’ll want to confirm she’s coming and you might be tempted to text her saying something like, ”Still on for tonight?” or some lame shit like that.

Instead, you should have a reason to text her. Here’s the proper way to do it…

Keep her it the dark until the day of the date. That means that you don’t confirm all the details (ie. time and place) in  the initial round of texts, . Tell her you that you’ll text on the day and let’s her know what’s up. That way, when the day of the date rolls around, you can text her saying something like,

“Hey I’m almost forgot about you. I’m busy until 7 but I could meet you around 9ish. Sound good…”

See the difference?

I hope this guide help you guys. If you have any of your own tips on Text Game, feel free to share them by commenting below! 

If you have questions, you can ask me via the forum.

Other Resources on Text Game:

The Re-start Text by Roosh V

Textual Relationships by Gmac

Text Sex Chat 101 by Krauser

An Analysis of Text Game by Heartiste

Text Game by TSB mag

 

Every man has a leviathan – a Moby Dick – a demon that will haunt them lest they be slain.

The Leviathan can take many forms. In the modern era, many a man’s leviathan comes in a more alluring form: that of the foreign wench.

Every man has had a fantasy of pillaging the loins of some exotic beauty from a different country. Ever since you first jerked off as a spotty teen you’ve thought about them…

The Japanese Schoolgirl

The Arabian Belly-dancer

The Platinum Blonde Swede

For scurvy folk suffering from obesity and a micropenis,  their Levitation might just be getting laid in the first place! While for more seasoned player, their Levitation may come in the form a threesome - preferably with twins or some sort of sick mother/daughter combo you can tell your mates about.

I myself have slain many of my Leviathons.

For years, my first Ménage á trois and an Arabian belly dancer were top of the list. But now that I’ve cast them to the deep, as a dirty flagger, my Leviathans now show up on my flag radar.

My most recent one was the Chinese flag.

Ach! For years the red dragon has been my demon. I even went to fucking China for three weeks in 2008 and have no flag to show for it. While I did get lucky in Shanghai & Hong Kong, they were with foreigners. I’ve even tried it on with them at home and nada. With 1.3 billion Chinese, she was the fattest Liviathon of them all. Loads my friends had captured the red dragon, but I was getting nowhere. It haunted me.

The Hunt

A few months ago, you may remember talking about a super cute Chinese girl I met during  my weekend ramble in Cork. She asked me to meet her for a drink after I dazzled her with my Mandarin, but I was seeing her Greek friend at the time so I put her on hold. But with New Year came new beginnings…

I recently asked her out, but this girl was hard work. She had her first kiss at 21. Now at 23, she’s been going out with her Chinese boyfriend for over a year. He’s was the first and only man she’s ever had sex with (and they’ve only ever done missionary position!). Luckily for me, he’s studying in Canada.

Our first few dates were no picnic. After the 2nd freakin date, I only managed to get a measly kiss on the cheek! I just couldn’t figure out her suppressed Chinese conditioning. It was frustrating but I stuck with it, determined to harpoon the dragon.

Then I read this excellent article on Gaming Chinese Girls that proved to be golden.

The next date, only last week, she offered to cook dinner for me at her place. She tried to poison me with the worst meal of my life (ever had grew glue soup? Uggh!), but I persisted and exacted my revenge with cream of sum hung guy. I went super – caveman, ignored her resistance, tore off her clothes, and left her stewing naked for awhile. When I escalated again, I found her hairy Chinese vagina was dripping in anticipation – that deceptive beast.

During sex, she was so ashamed of  cheating on her boyfriend she actually covered her face with a pillow and made whining noises like a toddler. It was so annoying I had to flip her around and finish off in froggy style while she just lay there and nervously whimpered. It was the worst sex of my life.

Afterwards, she told me she falling in love with me. Yikes!

But my Leviathan was slain and the Chinese flag was captured! ARGH!

Next, Saudi Arabia!

…well maybe not. There’s fat chance of that happening so I’ll have to set my sights a little lower. Mother Russia perhaps.

What’s your Leviathan? 

The Tower of Babel was an enormous tower built in ancient Mesopatamia (mordern day Iraq). According to the biblical myths, the survivors of Great Flood, speaking one language, went on to build the city of Babylon  with the Tower of Babel at it’s centre. They all lived happy ever after.

Well, almost.

That was until the old testament God, Yahweh, being the evil prick he was, decided everyone speaking one language was a stupid idea and decided scatter the Babylonians across the Earth and mix up their languages up for the lolz. T’was the confusion of tongues.

That’s why we have Spanish class – duh!

Creationist nonsense aside, the word Babel is now synonymous with multilingualism.

Recently, Roosh started a thread on his forum asking guys: Are you a Polyglot Player? (A Polyglot is someone who knows several languages.)

He then defined what he called the Language Notch:

This is banging a girl from macking in a foreign language. It’s the hardest metric to attain because you need to learn a new language and then adapt your game to it.

I liked this idea, as me and my crew have always been polyglot players, or  Babylonians as we say. In Rastafari, the term Babylonians also is also employed for evil-doers (like pirates, argh!).

Anyway, whatever you want to call yourself, being an international Casanova who’s loved in many languages is something to aspire to.

Personally, I have four language notches so far. I’ve already gamed women in English, Spanish, French and Russian – all languages I’ve been able to have conversation in.

Aside from that, I’ve also bedded muchas chicas just from being able to drop a few sentences of their local lingua.

I can whip out Mongolian, Swahili, Yuroba, Japanese, Tagalog, Bahasa, Levantine Arabic, Egyptian Arabic, Korean, Mandarin, Fula, Amharic, Thai, Khmer, Ibo, Hindi, and something in nearly every European language.

Often, girls melt at your feet if you know even the basics of their language - especially if it’s one most people have never heard of (start speaking Fula to a Guinean and she’ll jump on you faster than bag of rice!)

My signature move is being able to approach a girl, guess where she is from and start speaking her language. It’s powerful.

Becoming a Babylonian/Polyglot player is the best thing I’ve ever done.

Not only does learning a new language give you value, it also gives you a chance to improve your character. You can work on your speech, your tone and eradicate idiosyncrasies. You can become more sexy.

When I speak Russian, I turn into a badass tough guy. My voice gets deeper and my body language gets more macho.

When I speak Spanish, I turn into a Latin lover. I speak slowly and sensually with more passion.

When I speak Chinese… I sound like an idiot – but hey, you can’t make every language sound sexy!

There are a million reasons to learn a language. Just go for it!

What the best way to begin?

1. Book a flight to country that speaks the language you want to learn.
2. Download Pimsleur and get cracking on a 30 day audio course.
3.  Get on a plane and spit what you’ve learned.

PS  - Happy Paddy’s Day from Dublin!

Of course this list will be a little subjective but I think all guys can relate.

Girls, listen up. Here are 10 reasons why you can’t pull a decent guy.

1. You’re Fat

When you step on the scales it reads “Fuck you!” Guys won’t pick you up if  they can’t actually pick you up. Go easy on the pizza. Allah hates fatties.

A decent booty can be sexy, but cankles certainly aren’t.

Personally I like my women under 50 kilos.

Solution?

Hit the gym. Try eating a salad once and awhile. Move to Mauritania.

2. You Can’t Cook

A chick who can’t cook is like a guy who can’t fuck.

I don’t care if you’re a beauty queen and have a masters – if you can’t cook you’re a FAILURE as a women on a primal level.

I don’t want my kids eating processed muck.

Learn how to make a good home cooked meal.

Solution?

Youtube.

3. You have too much body hair

You’re a yeti. You’re vagina looks like Cousin It.

Women shouldn’t have significant body hair below their neck. This goes without saying. A well groomed landing strip is fine, but otherwise nada. Keep your muff in check. Sandpaper thighs, under arm and wild bush are never sexy.

Solution?

Wax. Laser. Shave .

4. You turn off the lights during sex

Most guys don’t mind if  you’re a little shy or introverted, but when you’re so insecure about your body that you fear light – you have a problem. Men are visual creatures. Confidence is a turn on, even if you don’t rock a model’s body.

Last year in Seoul, one night I went home with a chick from Newfoundland who insisted the lights be turned off. I remember thinking: What was she hiding? Back acne? A cluster of hemroids around her anus? Between that, a few pints, a condom, and no visible stimulation, I could barely keep a hard on.

The next night I went home with an American girl. She had a face like Jessica Alba, but was plump as hell.  That said, she DID keep the lights on and she was super-confident in the sack. Her confidence, above all else, was a massive turn on.

Solution?

Confidence counts. Compromise with candles.

5. You’re a Feminist

You walk like a man.

Traditional feminism promoted suffrage and equal pay. Nobody is  complaining. But equality in terms of behaviour is not cool. A lot of women in the West have spent so much time trying to emulate men, they have lost a lot of made them special in the first place. Ironically, modern feminists are the least feminine breed on the planet. Men like women to be women, not men.

Solution?

Grow your hair long, wear a dress and get in some high heels. If you want to get laid, keep your mouth shut.

6. You’re a slut

If you don’t value you sexuality, men won’t either. No guy wants a girl who passed around like a can of Pringles. I personally wouldn’t consider a serious relationship with any girl who’s had more than 10 cocks inside her. The average women on the planet will have two sexual partners in a life-time – factoring in China, India and the like. Am I promoting double standards for men and women? Yes, because we’re different. Men of value (who are pre-selected) want women of value (sexual integrity). It’s simple sociology. You can complain it’s not fair, but we simply don’t give a shit.

Solution?

Lie. If you like the guy, make him work for it and he’ll value you more.

7. You have no real friends

Women’s friendships are usually weaker than men’s. If you’re the type who ditch’s your mates as soon as you start dating a guy, you’re a sap. Men like women who have friends. They take you out, and give us free time to bang other women play. This makes us happy as we fulfil our genetic imperative. When we’re happy in the relationship we keep fucking you, and you get your regular dose of Alpha dick – your genetic imperative. But aside from my unconventional paradigm, it’s good to have friends in your life – for balance.

Solution?

Make time for your girls.

8. You have no interests

You’re boring. I’ve met rocks that were more entertaining.

The amount of women I meet that have zero interests is depressing. Fashion mags, reality shows and and youtube are NOT legitimate hobbies. Read a fucking book. Take a interest in anything.  Have one thing you’re passionate about. Men only tolerate boring women long enough to deposit their seed – then they move on.

Solution?

Get a life.

9. You Smell

You have bad breath. You fart occasionally. When you take a dump, we want to dump you. Men should never smell a women’s shit. It’s poison for sexual attraction. And bad breath can make the hottest woman in the world unkissable. Men don’t want to be reminded you are human.

Solution?

Always carry gum.

If you really need fart or take a shit, drive half an hour to the nearest restroom. We don’t want to know about it.

10. You’re a Serial Queefer

Sex with you is like making love to a whoopee cushion.

I once went to bed with a girl in Moldova. Although sexy, when I went down on her, her pussy started spitting back at me. I’d have let a few blips slide (it happens everyone), but while having sex, every thrust felt like I was plunging a toilet. It was just too much.

To make matters worse, she kept coughing to try and cover it up. Trying to bust a nut with some chick spluttering & queefing is futile.

Solution?

Marry a deaf bloke.

Oh… and

11. Bad Posture… stand up straight ladies!

12. An Aversion to head… you will never sexually satisfy your man.

Guys, feel free to comment and add your biggest turn-offs…

Some of you may remember last year when me and my crew stormed the island in the Siege of Malta. So last weekend the Naughty Nomad decided to pop in to see how things were going…

The reason I returned?

Well during the last Siege I sadly lost one of crew, Cut-throat, to the heart of young resident Swede. She came to visit him in Ireland, they fell for each other and he moved to Malta.

Furthermore, three other friends of ours were decided to go over also, included one of the founding pirates: Barnacle Brian.

Plus the flights were cheap.

Plus Ireland is too fucking cold.

Plus Malta is awesome.

The Weekend…

I forget how awesome my beloved Malta was. It started out in style, when my former Maltese Minx  picked me up from the airport and kidnapped napped me for the afternoon (cheating on her long term boyfriend in the process). I opted not to meet up with her later that night. I was here for my mates, not some chica.

That night was wild. At 25 shots for €15, things get blurry.

I then meet my first fan ever! ”Are you the Naughty Nomad?” inquires a Maltese dude. His name was Dave. Thanks for the shots man!!!

I get my drunk game on. Peacocking with a Santa hat, I approach a  few cuties, get a kiss here, take a number there. I’m having too much fun.

Then I  strike gold – a sexy slim 17-year-old tattooed blonde, with an ass that would of send a man to war. She was on the dance floor. I was fucked. I have no idea what I said to her but we end up making out.

Fade to black.

I wake up in a strange bed. I can’t remember a thing. I look over at see the blonde sexpot. “Holy shit I’m good”I thinking to myself. Her body was insane. My drunk game rocks! I took to time in  indulging in her nubile body. Yummy..

I soon forget about my other Maltese girl, this teen was too hot. To my pleasant surprise - Brian was in the same house, having hooked up with the girl’s cute mate! What a hero.

That night we met up with another dude, flashbang, who knew of me from Roosh’s forum. As it turned out, he was the only other dude on the strip wearing a Santa hat! Hilarious. We went out, got way too fucked up, and eventually me and Brian’s dicks led us back to our girls from the night before. We said to goodbye to a rather jolly flashbang. Hope you were all right next morning mate!

Me and Brian met the girls in the same bar as the night before. Feeling extra cocky, and too pissed to know any better, I went around the bar picking up girls while my date was dancing. I scored three other chicks, including a girl who was with there with her boyfriend of 11 years. (I ambushed her at the bathroom… I know, I’m a dick.)

For the next hour I kept doing a circuit, rotating my chicas, pulling them behind pillars so I wouldn’t get caught. Sharking I call it.

But none could touch my tattooed teen, she was  too hot to put down. I end up spending the night in her’s yet again.. and most of the next day in her bed, ravishing her little body over and over…ahhh.

Not a bad weekend.

I’ll be back for sure…

BTW – I’ve updated my Malta Island Guide for those of you who want to check it out…

 

So since I’m back doing a Masters (in International Relations – fiitting eh?) I thought I’d make the most of the year back in university. I joined up to the inter-cultural society (aka the variety society). It’s a wonderful group where everything’s on the menu: Asian, Arabs, Africans, Latinas, Euros and everything in between. The best bit? It’s 75% chicas. So I’d recommend any college cats to join up to their respective international / inter-cultural societies pronto…

Anyway, the other weekend with a had a society weekend trip down the country to the city of Cork.

Before the trip I was having a discussion with a fellow crewmember and what I should do – go for a new flag, or just try bag the hottest of the lot? I decided on the latter – quality.

THE TRIP

Here’s out it played out:

Only about 10% of members signed up for the trip: 9 girls, 3 dudes from Africa and me.

My choices:

• 2 Chinese (both cute, one very) New flag.
• 1 Jap (not attractive) Captured.
• 2 Nigerians (one hot, one not) Captured.
• 1 Kenyan (so-so) New Flag.
• 2 Spanish (a no and a maybe) Captured.
• 1 Greek (headturner, beautiful face, smoking body) New Flag.

The Greek was easily the hottest – intimidating even. Then I saw the super cute Chinese girls. But then I saw the Nigerian. Fuck – I didn’t know what to do with myself.

That first night I just gamed everyone. I wooed the two Chinese girls with my Mandarin, spit Spanish and a little Jap; shared a Greek dance I recently learned in Cyprus with the Greek; and sang Nigerian pop songs with the Africans. Luckily for me the guys were awesome and we all got along like a house on fire. It was clear sailing and I had my pick of the litter.

The next day I worked the Grecian Goddess at the zoo. Groundwork done, That night while we were out the smoking area I went for the kiss. She was so sexy my heart was actually racing. The chemistry was amazing. It was a great way to end Cork.

POST-TRIP

I invited the hot Greek around the my place for chocolate and wine a few days later. Shortly after she arrived we were chilling in the kitchen. I couldn’t help myself  - she was too hot. I went caveman. I pulled by the hair, bent her over the counter, ripped her pants down and rammed my cock inside her. Her legs started shaking uncontrollably as I pounded her sexy plump Med ass. She was amazing. It was the start of a wild night… Long story short:

Greek flag captured.

As if that wasn’t enough, the next day both Chinese girls separately contacted on Facebook wanting to go out for a drink. But that will have to wait until the New Year…

I’m back in Malta next weekend. I wonder what trouble I’ll get into!

Just another week for a Naughty Nomad…

 

The other week in Cyprus I was pretty smitten when I captured my Iran flag on Friday night. I’ve had people wondering how it went down. The key points are in bold.

Pre-meet

The night before I’d just gotten my Cypriot flag, so my mindset was rock solid. I was on form. I’d messaged a girl online asking for a good nightlife recommendation. She invited me to a place called Club Nuovo.

Normally, I wouldn’t dare cruise into enemy turf solo to introduce myself to a random chick. All her friends were there – in a loud club setting where I knew nobody. But I thought – fuck it. It was all you can drink for €15… The Irishman in me couldn’t let that slide.

I was drinking with some people from the hostel, so I show up 3 hours late… nearly 2AM. It’s a black and white night, so I throw on my white bandanna – peacocking pirate style.

The Meet

I’m infected by the warm smile of an ashy brunette with piercing Middle Eastern eyes. It was her…

She was taller than me (I’m only 5’7′), but much more beautiful than I expected (she has even dated a famous Turkish popstar). I’d post a pic – but fuck you guys, I actually like this girl. Anyway, her profile and beauty didn’t bother me – I had zero expectations.

We briefly chat. I find out she’s Iranian - Persian… how sexy is that. I whip out my only Farsi -’Salam’. It’s loud, so I pull her close while we talk.

Cockblock. Her friends pull her away.

Fuck that. I wasn’t going to stand around like a tit. I left without saying anything. I go hunting. I grab a drink and start chatting with randomers at the bar. I go for a smoke and game a group in smoking area. I’m making friends left, right and centre.

I return and she’s ask: “Where did you go?”

We chat another bit… I’m heavy on the kino (touching). I find out she moved to Cyprus from Tabriz for study. She’s 22. Man, I wanted her. A couple from the smoking area comes over to tell me I’m a legend (I did a stupid little magic gambit while smoking). Social Proof.

“How do you know these people?” she asks.

Cockblocked again. Another friend of hers appears, all huggy and hyper. Then two Iranian lads compete for her attention. She was garnering quite the audience (obviously a serious socialite), so I disappear again.

The Hook

I hit a golden jealously plotline. I’m at the bar, and get talking to some African guys. They’re hanging with this stunner – easily the hottest girl in the place – a half Cypriot/ half Congolese sexpot.

The African guys freak out when I start speaking Yuroba – their native tribal language in Nigeria (I’ve just been to Lagos and used to date a Yuroba). The halfcast hottie is intrigued. I find out about her Congo roots. My Reponse: “J’ai visité Congo. Vous savez Kivu?” She flips, jumping around like a school girl. Not just because I speak French and have visited her homeland – but because Kivu is a warzone. This girl thinks I’m hardcore.

The Persian sees the sexpot flirting with me and BOOM! She must have thought I was a rockstar.

She came over, took my hand and led me to the a place we could dance. We bump and grind. I isolate her to a quiet part of the bar. We make out. She gets really fucking horny. Pretty soon she whispers in my ear:

“Let’s go back to my place.”

That’s how I roll.

Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love was born near Paphos, in Cyprus. It was here I began my journey. I rented a car, determined to make the most of my one-week trip. I had no expectations, but in the back of my mind I was on a flagger mission. My readers, my friends, my fellow flaggers, were watching my every move.

Tweet for Day 2:

“Cyprus is a nightmare for budget/mid-range travellers: one hostel in the whole of Southern Cyprus… WTF?”

I was stuck in the coastal town Limassol, supposedly the ‘party’ town. The nightlife was good, but way too spread out. The truth is I didn’t like it. It was charmless, modern and uninspiring. All the girls I had pipelined were in the capital Nicosia or Lanarka, both one hour away. I didn’t fancy paying €60-70 a night for a what-if hotel room. I was facing a logical nightmare.

By day 4 things were going all right-ish. I had already kissed my first Cypriot and made out with a Russian, but had yet to capture the flag. I didn’t mind the Russian, I wanted local. Some Cypriot guys gave me the low down: “Hey man, it’s hard to sleep with a local girl. Maybe after 5 or 7 dates you can do something.” It wasn’t looking good. I was seeing gorgeous dark Cypriot girls (my types) everywhere on the streets, and holy shit was I sexually frustrated.

Tweet from Day 4:

“Curse you Aphrodite of Cyprus!!! God of love, shall I know the taste of vaginal nectar on this trip?”

Day 5: She answered me. I randomly heard about a brand new youth hostel in Nicosia.  I drove up to the capital straight away. I instantly liked the town – there was something in the air. From that day forward everything changed.

Tweet from that day:

“Starting to warm to Nicosia, the world’s only divided capital. It has that grimy front line charm I like.”

That night I took out a cute little Cypriot girl out for some Sheesha. We really hit it off. She was very sweet and innocent, just after coming out of long term relationship. She end up chillin back at mine. We started to make out. I never had a girl put up so much resistance to escalating. She revealed she’d only lost her virginity a year previously, and had never slept with a guy outside a relationship. After several hours of teasing and testing, I was just about to give up. Her sexy little body was driving me nuts. But then she opened her legs and whipsered “I want you inside of me.”

Tweet from the early hours:

CYPRUS FLAG CAPTURED!!!

It was air. Not just because I got the flag, but because this girl was a little sweetheart actually considered sex with me a very special thing. It made me feel all warm, fuzzy and hard. I can’t remember the last time I had sex with someone who actually valued their sexuality. She may still have slept with me fast, but so does every chick I attract. The point is she made me really work for it, so I appreciated her all the more. Hell I would ate her out till morning. Take note girls.

We met several times after. She even took me out to dinner and drove me to the airport. She thinks I cast a spell on her, perhaps it was Aphrodite herself. I hope to see my Cypriot flame again.

Mission complete.

My next post: Cyprus Part 2- How I picked up my Iranian flag.

Also, city guides coming

There are good reasons why assholes get laid.

“Geez wiz guys, the whole game thing – I just think it’s wrong. You really shouldn’t be manipulating women like that.”

You might of heard something like this before. This is the beta/ the prude on his high horse / the feminazi.

Manipulation: exerting shrewd or devious influence especially for one’s own advantage.

Women spend their whole lives manipulating men.

• They FAKE beauty with powders and paints.
• They wear FAKE eyelashes, FAKE nails and even FAKE tan.
• They FAKE height with heels.
• They use knifes, plastics and silicon to get FAKE breasts, FAKE noses, FAKE lips.
• They FAKE the colour of their hair.
• They FAKE their body scent to lure us in.

But who can blame them? Women do this out of evolutionary necessity. They trick us only for the purposes of scoring status or premium genes for their offspring. For women, manipulation in tool for hypergamy.

So given the facts, you should be manipulating women as much as possible to get what you want.

Most guys, including  condescending anti-gamers, do it  anyway.

• They buy nice cars / watches / clothes to show status
• They bring girls on dates / pay for their drinks hoping they’ll be liked
• They shave, use gel, aftershave and remove body hair
• They conceal their intentions
• They pretend to be interested when a woman harks on about x or y, as in y do to I give a shit…

NN Definition: 

“Exotic Capital” refers to the social worthiness granted to an individual’s race or nationality, as a result of how these factors impact their attractiveness in the sexual marketplace. Furthermore, exotic capital ignores racial & national stereotypes (which are often more important with regards sexual capital), and only considers “exoticness” itself. Exoticness is location dependant.

If we take the economic principle of supply of demand, in theory, those with a high degree of exoticness should be high in demand. This would support the theory of gene diversification. However, if we factor in cultural  indoctrination, racial and national stereotypes, the equilibrium can shift, often dramatically, in either direction.

I often get asked about what I mean by exotic capital,  so a formal definition was warranted. With that taken care off, let’s see how you can reap the benefits of exotic capital to increase your chances of mating.

Here’s some forum links for may be interested in…

Best Cities/ Countries for Black guys

The Asian guy Travel Thread

World Travel Guide for Indian Dudes

Best Cities/ Countries for Latin Guys

Best South American Cities for White Guys