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 decent guy.

1. You’re Fat

Yikes

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

Ahh!

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

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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

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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.

Paceville

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.

of Cyprus

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…

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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

I was nearly as bad..

Everybody has their origins. Few men start out as Casanovas; even veterans with rock solid game still make mistakes. I am the voice of experience. I tried everything out there. I practices game religiously, got versed on the latest techniques, went out, tried it, failed and began the cycle again. I never had a mentor, the most I had was a computer screen. For me, it was a long sluggish journey to get where I am now. Today I want to help you avoid the same mistakes I made…

Mistake 1: Peacocking with dirty feathers

I used to go out dressed like a twat, and hoped somehow it would get me laid. At one stage, I used to have dreadlocks and handlebar moustaste, then go out with zebra skinned platform shoes with fish in the heel, a ruffled shirt, and a massive purple pimp hat with a matching zebra band and a large feather it in. Did I get attention from women? Yes – TONS, but it wasn’t always the right type of attention. Did I get laid? Hardly ever.

Peacocking works, but you need to look cool – not retarded.

Mistake 2: Over-negging

I use to neg all the time: dishing out subtle insults/backhanded compliments for the purposes of lowering a girl’s self esteem, hoping she will seek validation from me. It worked sometimes, but the majority of time I came across as a complete dick. While teasing has it’s place, it’s not always a winner. Sometime I just hurt people’s feelings. I over-negged. I tried an experiment and stopped negging altogether. The result – my success with women skyrocketed.

Mistake 3: Boasting

In pick up, they call this a DHV (demonstration of higher value). It’s a great way to subtly let a girl know you’re a high value guy, but taken too far it looks needy and pathetic. My biggest flaw was boasting (it probably still is). I can’t help it. When I tell someone them about my life, it just comes across like I’m a pretentious, conceited prick. The problem is I’m too awesome. Even when I’m being modest, I’m still too awesome. Guys consider me competition, girls think I probably jack off to my reflection. I’ve had to learn to shut the fuck up about myself.

Mistake 4:  Over Analysis

This is a problem for a lot of guys. I not longer pine over irrational reactions, flakage or interpreting texts. I no longer focus my attention on any particular woman. I’ve stopped thinking about what I’ve done wrong. When you get into the game you’re mind is in over-drive: how is my body posture, what angle should I point my feet, what should I say after this, time contrast, neg, kino, DHV. Ahh! Maybe I need to read more. A quote I heard once: “There’s no such thing as an armchair Lothario.” Women can tell if you’re treating the interaction like a chess game. Unfortunately it takes time to internalize things, then you can stop thinking and learn to relax. In golf, you can theorize about your swing all you want, but unless you hit the driving range you won’t get any better.

Mistake 5: Failing Logistics

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail. How are you going to bang a girl on the first date if you have nowhere to do the deed? It’s common sense. In the early days, I never thought things through. There were so many lost opportunities. You have to have a  plan for end game. You have to plan, where you going to take her, what your your going to do, and how you’re going to steer her into your den.

Maybe you live at home… Use a fucking shed – A heater, a soft surface and a few candles is all you need (used to do this plenty). Hell use the local church if you have too. Once there’s privacy, a horny chick will bang just about anywhere.

Maybe you’re travelling and staying in a dorm room…  How the fuck do you expect a chick to get frisky in front of a load of backpackers? Real players use private rooms on date nights.

So there’s my mistakes, hope this helps. Please share yours…

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Why I’m not a PUA by Frost

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Over the week I had the pleasure of going to see Richard Bandler at the seminar in Dublin. Some of you may know Richard from the book The Game, but let me refresh your memory. Richard is co-inventor of NLP (neuro lingistic programming) and a world reknown author and intellectual. For those of you into pick up, the most notable student of Brandler NLP was Ross Jeffries. Others students have included Neil Strauss & David DeAngelo.

A friend of mine, an NLP master pracitioner and MD of Headcase, offered me a spare ticket (thanks Cormac!). He also introduced me to one of Bandlers co-authors: Owen Fitzpatrick, as well as female dating coach Singalista.  We all got on, so we gathered to indulge in the ancient Irish tradition of a few pints.

Owen was the presenter and mastermind behind RTÉ’s TV show ‘Not Enough Hours’, and also a fellow swagabond having visiting 68 countries (including North Korea). He was keen to hear of my exploits. When I regaled him of some of tales he got so engaged he handed me a free copy of his book and signed it for me. I was chuffed. Owen you’re probably reading this so I’d like to say thanks again!

I also had a very interesting chat with Singalista, who recently went on 40 dates in 40 days for lent – purely research of course. She gave me the low down on Irish PUA bootcamps and told us a great story about a date with German PUA that even trumps my worst date ever. It ended up with him running down the road after her shouting “You’re the one! You’re the one!”. Funny stuff.

But I digress. What’s the common denomatior here? NLP.

Now I’m going to help you guys out with a basic application. This is a little technique my friend Cormac taught me. This is great for when you need to get in flow before you start approaching woman.

The Technique…

1. Imagine you’re about to approach a beautiful women – a 9/10. Are you nervous? If not, good for you, you don’t need to be here. If yes, you have approach anxiety like the rest of us. I want you to figure out where that anxiety is coming from. Maybe it’s your chest, your stomach, your left nut – whatever. For the purposes of this exercise, I want you to manifest that anxiety as a spinning ball of energy inside you. What colour is it? What way is it spinning? Visualize it.

2. Now take that ball of energy out of your body and hold it in your hand. Stop it spinning. Change the colour to a calm, cool blue.

3. Now bounce it, and imagine taking a few basketball shots. You swish through the basket everytime and the ball bounces right back to you. Feel good don’t it? Keep doing it.

4. When your ready, get the ball spinning in the opposite direction to what it did originally.  Stick the energy back inside you. Spin it faster and faster. Let that cool blue energy transcend your whole being. You’re solid, you’re mellow.

5. Approach.

Maybe you have your own techniques to help with approach anxiety? Please share…

Love comes in many forms. It can last a lifetime, or just a couple of seconds. It can be with one woman for 50 years, or with several women replaced at regular intervals. Today I’m dealing with the latter.

For those of you who aren’t versed in the triangular theory of love, I would like to direct you to the following diagram.

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Now, let’s apply this to game. If you want to read more about each of seven types of love you can read this. For the purposes of briefness this argument ignores chemical basis for love, and looks more at behaviorism.

Brass tax…

What do men like us primarily want – Sex (Passion). Therefore we’re dealing with infatuatous, fatuous, romantic and consummate love.

But what if you meet a nice chick you want to keep in your harem?

You need to know what most women want – Everything (Consummate love).

Most modern women will not settle for polygamy, promiscuity, or non-commitment in the long term.

So here’s the question: How do you make a beautiful woman fall in love with you, fuck you senseless, remain loyal to you and be content with a non-exclusive relationship.

Wouldn’t that be sweet? Ideal?

Here’s the game plan…

Think like Pavlov. Act like Zorro. 

One may be a psychologist, the other a masked hero, but together they create the ultimate Lothario.

On Pavlov

Get her to associate love with sex. You also need to fast-track love.  You have to be Pavlov.

Passion

Fuck her first. Don’t try and get close to her, don’t try win her over or promise to give her the moon. Fuck her first, and fuck her really good. This is crucial.

Intimacy

Use this as her reward for sex. After she spreads her legs, open your heart. You need to train her like a bitch, just like Pavlov’s theory: through cause and effect create positive association. Sex = closeness. Good dog.

Commitment

This is the tricky bit. Similar to intimacy, your commitment should only be hinted at after sex (several sexual encounters in fact). Some women just wanna fuck, but remember they are still genetically programmed to choose males who will provide for their offspring (ie- stick around). The trick is hit at long term commitment using the ‘us’ frame*. Talk about doing thing together in the future and use words like we. It will push the right buttons.

On Zorro

Love may blossom, but only in darkness.

If you want a woman to feel consummate love, but want to avoid monogamy, the secret is mystery. You have to be Zorro.

You have to be a man of mystery. Don’t tell what you do for a living. Don’t tell her where you’re going. Don’t talk about other women. Everything is a secret. Tell you have to go away for a month to Lebanon for ‘business’. Don’t see her for long periods of time. Simple economics = lower supply, increase demand. Tell her you lead a double life, one that she can never know about. Everything about you is a mystery.

Extreme? Yes. But it’s works. Women love that shit. As far as she’s concerned you’re either a mob boss or work for the C.I.A. She’ll fantasize about you – become addicted, obsessed even.  Fantasy is a powerful tool. The reality is much more sinister.  Technically you do have a double life: banging the other women who fall for the fantasy.

Alternatively, you can be completely honest about everything. Be Mr. Free Love. But Zorro lasts longer.

The Result

The elusive harem.

As any international playboy will tell you – it’s easy to maintain a global harem. You don’t have to a globetrotting mystery man, but that not to say you can’t offer that illusion.

Love to her your questions or comments guys….

Do you have your own harem?