Month: August 2014

Calling Out a Flake


When a girl flakes (last minute cancellations, delayed text replies, and the pathetic no-show behaviours), it stirs the mind. How do you restart the convo? Do you even bother? More importantly, how can I prevent it from happening in the future?

Every single girl that I have communicated with since January (10 months ~20 girls) has flaked at some point and a raw solution does not appear available. One of the undeniable truths of Red Pill Theory is that the young western women in this generation have countless options; each man is like a fluctuating currency in a trading market, with our value being pegged against her fly-by-night emotion or need rather than a firm ideology. Where a currency exchange has forms of stability, her male trading market reaches peaks and valleys with the flow of competing male attention and adjusts according to her irrational mood.

In a trial-and-error approach, I called out Brandee for flaking. When I decided to do this, I had reached the point where I no longer cared if she were in or out of my life. Her complete lack of respect (as evidence by flaking) had pushed me away and I no longer felt attraction. For some reason *attention whoring* she continued to text and call me, which I found bothersome. Here is our convo:


She is obviously insulted when I call her a flake. I immediately respond with a logical and truthful statement. It’s quite funny to see how quickly she changes her mind and admits to it! Her response “I know. I know” goes unanswered for three days.

When she does initiate contact, I waited an hour and let her know I was busy doing my own important stuff. She then steps up to invite me to “chill this week”.

All in all, I’ve learned that I can call a girl out for flaking when I no longer care. I do keep in mind that she’s only a 7, although she has 4+ betas chasing her. I’ve since met with Brandee for two hours of steamy sex and drank her booze…I think I’ll call the next girl out too and ask for another bottle lol.


Sweet Revenge Upon my Cheating Ex

This past weekend was much more successful in terms of meeting new people and socialising. The city I live in does not offer the greatest night life and when the college/university students disappear for the summer, the dating market becomes quite bare. This was the first week of students arriving back to their dorms and new people were wandering the streets, which provided some incentive to actually go out.

I avoid the club scene because my PUA skills there stink; My ability to approach during the day at beaches, car shows, and outdoor patios is much better. But wow, am I ever happy I went to the club!

A friend-of-a-friend was having his birthday in the VIP of a usually crowded club. On this Friday, however, the place was 90% men and offered only a handful of attractive women. It worked in my favour though, as a very attractive young blonde approached me. I vaguely recognised her, but couldn’t put a name to her face.


Almost immediately, she leaned in close to talk and asked my name. “Are you blah blah’s boyfriend?” Taken back by the mentioning of my cheating ex-girlfriend, I then realized who this beautiful young woman was: my ex’s arch nemesis, Allie. You see, this pretty blonde had “stolen” my ex’s best friend, Jess, and turned her into some wild party animal, according to the ex. There was a passionate hatred between the two and it was all coming together. I had met Allie while she was out with Jess at a club many months ago; Allie interrupted a conversation between Jess and I, which resulted in me giving her a dirty look and telling her to “f*ck off”.

Allie remembered this encounter as she stared up to me and asked “why were you so mean to me when I met you?”. The words that left my mouth to answer her question blew my mind…as a newbie Red Pill patient, such harsh words were not common to use upon such a pretty girl. As our eyes met “I thought you were a bitch” was delivered in a calm, firm tone. Her reaction: she buys me a drink, apologized profusely, and toasts to a fresh start.


Allie invited me to the afterparty at a guy’s place. It was a dump and he followed her around like a lost puppy, blocking me at every opportunity. I managed to leave the house with the nickname “Dimples” and her phone number. We’ve been texting, but I haven’t managed to set a date up.


I do see, with the communication I’ve had with Allie, why my ex hates her: she’s a above average in all departments. Attractive, fit, following an awesome career, and is maintaining two jobs while in college; My ex couldn’t get her highschool diploma or hold down a job. What has attracted me the most about this young lady is her proper use of the English language in text and convo (emoticons, spelling errors, slang, and lazy writing turn me off).

The holy grail of revenge is in the scope and Jess, the former best friend, will at some point mention to my ex that Allie and I are talking. I want this so bad, but am not sure I have the skills yet. If you’ve got any advice as to how to get her out, feel free to comment.

Having a Sports Car Does Not Pick Up Girls


I must admit that I drive one of the hottest cars in my city.  It is unique, has a flashy colour, produces quite the rumble, and turns heads at every single intersection. My car is so sexy, in fact, that people take photos of themselves with it when it is parked while I run errands.

When I meet other men, they automatically assume that I “pick up” so many girls with it; I would like to remove the stigma attached to driving a hot car in the hopes that young men will realize a material item does no good to you during the initial pick up (yes, the car can help during a seduction period, but not to MEET girls).

I’ll tell you what a sports car is in terms of PUA: it is a Man Magnet. It does not matter if you have an exotic, muscle, classic, rat rod, hotrod, or super sportscar…men will constantly approach you. On top of that, they may linger for quite some time and unknowingly cock block you.

What you need to know is that the “douchebag” outside the club with the cool paint job, spinning rims, or loud sound system is unlikely to meet any new women, regardless of the make or model.

I’ll tell you why you should get a sports car: FOR YOUR PLEASURE. When I found out I was going to be a father while in my first year of college, I knew that the money I earned would no longer be the money I could spend. In an effort to satisfy my dreams while matching a crushing reality, I purchased a kit car and built it up in my garage over the next several years. Here are the true benefits to owning/restoring/maintaining a high end vehicle (none of which include picking up chicks):

You are doing something for yourself
You learn an incredible amount of info
Your hands-on skills increase
Your social network (with men) expands
You bond with your child(ren) while teaching them valuable skills
You always have an ESCAPE


The rewards you reap from having a sports car are unreal. Especially when you get your children involved; my daughter and i have enjoyed every aspect of my sportscar. From oil changes and break work to car shows and beach cruises, it brings us joy. But I will remind you again that your car has nothing to do with getting the girl. In the four years I’ve owned my car, not a single girl has banged me because I built, own, or drive it. Granted, surprising a girl on the second or third date is exciting when you nonchalantly arrive at her place in it, but don’t blame your 1997 Cavalier for an inability to pick up.

Women don’t care about what you have. Would you care if she owned a:
*Thousand pair of shoes?
*70″ inch television?
*Louis Vuitton purse?
*Swimming pool?
No. You wouldn’t give a flying fuck. All you care about is how much attraction exists. And that’s all she wants too.