Stop Taking Your Clothes off… Have Her do it


You’ve found the girl that you want, have approached her, immediately escalated the connection, and you know that her carnal hunger is real. She’s ready, so you whisk her back to your place.

The kisses are passionate and you can’t keep your hands off of each other. You quickly make your way to the bedroom where the real fun begins. You touch and tease while removing every last article of her clothes, exposing her bare breasts, tight tummy, and freshly shaved pussy.


At this point in time, most men will drop their drawers and leap into the bed.


How much pleasure did you receive as you removed each article of her clothing? How sexy was it as piece-by-piece her sexy body was revealed? Wasn’t it better than opening a Christmas gift? Of course it was.

When you rip off your clothes so quickly, it’s like watching other people open gifts at Christmas – sure it’s nice and all, but you’re not able to share in the joy and excitement. Give her the gift of unwrapping your body.

As you stand over her while she is on the bed, you appear dominant and she submissive. At this point in time, you are in complete control: she is naked, waiting anxiously for your next move.


“Get over here and strip me”
“Come here. Take my shirt off”
“Get the fuck up and take this off”

The dominance you express will give her tingles while the visual stimulation will drive her mad.

Women are not required to do too much in the bedroom. Telling her to tear your clothes off gets her wet because it is new/different, it puts her in a submissive role, and it gets her more involved in the foreplay.

Another benefit to commanding her in this way is the fact that, as a Red Pill man, you spend a great deal of time and effort on your fitness regime and healthy eating habits. Let the girl admire and appreciate all of your hard work.

Take note: this won’t work unless you maintain a frame of dominance throughout the entire encounter. If you’re the typical nice guy, you’re going to come off as a creep or lazy in the sack.



Organize the Flakes


The quote above vividly describes the current outbreak of flaking in the dating world. For those unfamiliar, flaking can be defined by the following actions:

Intentionally ignoring texts/calls
Last-minute date cancellations
Lack of commitment to meeting

Each girl feels as though her act of flaking is a harmless manoeuvre, with no real consequence or damage created. Unfortunately, each girl contributing their flaky behaviour has snowballed, resulting in daily avalanches. It is now socially acceptable for women to flake with absolutely no repercussion.

Granted, there are many valid reasons to flake on a guy. After all, many men really have no idea how to communicate with the opposite sex. The flakes discussed within this article are the young ladies that have a steady following of men and have a choke-hold of their dating market. It does not describe women who are uninterested, consider you a friend, or are actually attracted to you.

It is difficult to predict, understand, and/or relate to flaking from a male standpoint. This leaves only “prevention” as a possible solution to the epidemic that technology and sexual liberation has brought upon us.

Organising your contacts in your phone based on flaking behaviour is valuable for a few reasons:

#1. First of all, your subconscious mind will be prepared. You have named her “Flake Amanda” which will remind you of her past behaviour, assisting in how you choose to respond when a message/call comes in.

#2. When scrolling through your contact list on a Friday night, you won’t even bother contacting the girls with the first name “Flake”. Why set yourself up for rejection while providing them with an ego boost?

#3. You have something to show her if you run into her. This tactic is cheap and childish, but so is flaking. At some point in the conversation, show her the list of girls you have in your ” Flake File” and point her out. Women think that they’re all unique and special; showing her that she’s just the same as every other 20-something robs her of that distinction. Don’t be an asshole about it – be cool, nonchalant, and careless.


#4. Creating this list will motivate you to go out and replace flakes that have made the list. Knowing that you will no longer communicate with her may light that fire under your ass to ask for numbers.

#5. It is a step in the right direction in terms of communication and efficiency. This isn’t the solution to worldwide flakes, but you’ll find yourself dealing with less bitch behaviour and moving on much quicker.

This form of prevention works and will be of benefit to anyone dealing with constant flaking.

Has She Given You a Personalised Ring Tone?


We all know about custom or personalised ring tones that we use to organize our contact list – it certainly isn’t something new. The question, however, is if YOU have a special ring when your messages are received by her.

As a few of us gathered for drinks at my FWB’s place, an interesting sound rung through the room during one of those quiet moments: a hissing rattlesnake. Brief laughter followed and then the explanation: my FWB’s ex-boyfriend was contacting her. This got me thinking… what’s my ring tone?

Although not as powerful as the senses of sight, smell, taste, or touch, the association placed on sound can spark memories or change moods. These simple noises can cause or deter a girl from responding to your text messages on a subconscious level. It’s safe to say that you want a positive ring tone attached to your name.

After a few minutes of pondering, I gracefully sent a message to Hollie in an attempt to withdraw the information I wanted. Here are a few inconspicuous ways to send a text message while in the same room, without creeping her out:

1. Send a blank message “by accident”
2. Send a funny pic/gif/video
3. Attach a link to an article she’d be interested in

Make sure that you’re within earshot of her phone so you can capture the sound that she attributes to your name.

I was flattered when my test was performed: not only did Hollie ignore the hissing rattlesnake and instinctively avoid her phone, she reached for her cell almost instantly when she heard my text. Her body language literally changed in response to the specific ringtone set for me (a happy, upbeat song).

I conducted a social experiment over the course of the next few days on five girls that I’m currently seeing. The results were not worthy of a Harvard study, but is worth checking out on the girl(s) you’re interested in. I am in different stages with all of these young women, and was able to draw a few conclusions below. Listen to see if she has a variety of sounds, which signifies that she does organize her contact list. Facebook, Tinder, Email, etc have their own custom notifications, adding difficulty to the experiment.

Phone is on Silent
•She has other guys chasing her and is avoiding conflict with you, playing game on them, and hiding something. Note: if this is your LTR girlfriend and her phone is always on silent, she’s cheating.

•She respects you enough that she is committing her full attention to the time spent with you.

•She forgot to turn on volume

Ring Tone that came with Phone
• You’re not important enough yet to be categorized.

•She doesn’t organize her contact list

•That this article applies to you

Custom Ringtone
•You’ve been organized and now need to find out in what category. Did you meet over Tinder? Because all the other Tinder guys get that sound. Are you falling into the Friend Zone? If your ringtone is the same as her BFF, you’ve got problems.

•She likes you and has done something to differentiate you from other contacts.

•That she did this by accident

Personalised Ringtone (Special Sound)
•She’s attracted in one way or another. You now need to find out if there are other guys with the same ringtone

•If the ringtone is personalised with something special between the two of you, she’s falling for you. If it is something lame, like R2D2 from Star Wars, you may be going in the wrong direction.

•That you’re competing with many other men

The important thing to take from all of this is getting a personalised ringtone. After sending my blank text, pic, or article, I began negging all five girls over their choice of ringtone that they had given me (whether they gave me one or not). It was fun and playful, led to flirting, and concluded with me getting exactly what I wanted: a ringtone that will stimulate the desire to pick up her phone and respond to me.

Come up with a few sexy ringtones and get it attached to your name. I’m already being rewarded by enacting this change and you’ll see the difference too.

The Unspoken Golden Rule of Dating


I stumbled upon a “golden rule” of dating that women apply that not only caught my attention, but blew my mind when I realized the truth behind it. As men, we often neglect to view the world from other perspectives and are oblivious to some of the tactics used by the opposite sex.

This is the unspoken fact that modern women can count on: “One of the Golden Rules of dating is that you can always fuck a hotter guy than you can get a commitment from.”

The simplicity behind it is amazing. At the same time, the information is gut wrenching.

I need not dig into this golden rule; knowing that it is an element of dating and relationships is valuable enough.

In an effort to uncover more of these “golden rules”, I scoured the internet for women’s dating advice. Here is the unedited collection of advice that female pick-up artists have passed along through websites, blogs, etc. to the girls of this generation.



Only put in 30% effort.

Make him come to you. This is especially true for the first few dates. If you go to his house on the first date instead of him coming to pick you up, I have two words for you, Booty Call.

You should not accept a date on Wednesday or Thursday for that weekend. You are a busy woman.

Let your man pay. If he is interested, he is interested enough to ensure you eat well and get home safely in a cab.

Always keep a guy waiting and never turn up early. It is a lady’s prerogative.

If he is available Tuesday, you are available Thursday.

Dating one man at a time, will only allow you to find one loser at time

Avoid two things in life: cheap shoes and cheap men

Be a Responder, not a Hunter. Hunters are men. You are not a man.

Busy is just “Busy”– don’t explain. Be happy and aloof when explaining that you are busy for the night.

Never be available when he wants you to be.

Use pet names such as “honey” or “sweetheart” to avoid mixing up their names when dating multiple guys.


Want to hook up? Do it.

Never ever sleep with a guy until he has fallen for you.

When on vacation, slut it up hardcore if you know you never have to see him again


Never return a call or text immediately.  Remember, you are busy, busy, busy.

Wait at least four hours to answer a text

Don’t answer after midnight

Always respond with fewer words than he’s texted to you.

Wait 24 to 48 hours to confirm a friend request from him and NEVER write on his wall or ‘like’ his status updates.

Never be at the end of a phone when he calls and always let him leave a message or two first before replying.

 Granted, not all women will take these tidbits of advice to heart, nor will they apply them to every single man. The female sex does use “game”, just like we do though.

I am, however, hoping to discover more of these unspoken golden rules that exist. If you know of any, please add them to the comments to assist other young men that are on the journey. As one website wrote: “Just like with children who will tell you they don’t want rules, men function much better and are happier with them.”

Pfft, yeah…

FWB Wants a Relationship


The dreadful day has arrived: my Friends With Benefits has breached the line of casual fun and wants to enter the realm of committed monogamy.

I should begin by highlighting her personality and describing her physical attributes. Hollie is a wonderful young woman, aged 27, that knows how to take care of herself and the man that she is with. She is a great Mother to a 2-year old girl and is working hard in a retail management role while living with her Mom. Although she does not have any college or university education, her aspirations to obtain postsecondary schooling as a single Mom do impress me. She is good with money, has a high sex drive, and listens when I ramble on – three qualities I desire in any type of relationship.

Unfortunately, there are a number of issues that I cannot ignore:

*She is thicker than what I find attractive. She stands at 5’4 but has extra weight across the tummy, legs, and ass. I am attracted and aroused by women of petite stature.

*She eats fast-food and microwave dishes 5+ times a week. This is a huge turn-off for me considering that I am in fit form right now. She seriously has a pizza addiction.

*She does not have a drivers licence. I will never be a chauffer for a girlfriend again.

*She is not physically active and has no motivation at this point to make improvements to her body.


The negative points outweigh all of her positives; I will not settle with a woman simply because she has a charming personality. I can’t even say out loud that her physical shape is the barrier to any LTR, as society now deems thicker women as normal and/or beautiful.

Now, the former me would have thought myself as an asshole for having these views and that I should “give this girl a chance”. Thanks to the introduction to Red Pill theory and the Manosphere, I do not have any guilt. Just because I’m having sex with her doesn’t mean I owe her anything more than the positive experiences we are currently enjoying.

It crushed me, but I was honest with her and told her the following: “I’m working on myself right now and my goals. If I start a relationship with you, I’ll put everything on hold to focus on you. I’m not able to do that”. She is an amazing young woman, but I’m not prepared to stop working on myself so I can cook proper meals for her, drive her to work when it rains, and force her into a gym routine.

When your FWB wants a relationship, consider what YOU actually want and communicate it accordingly. In all, it was an hour of painful delivery (think of it like going to the dentist) and then leave with your head held high.

Still not sure? Read this:

Texting a Pic to Restart Conversations


Through the course of my Red Pill journey, I have learned a valuable texting technique that kick-starts stale conversations with the opposite sex. I stumbled upon this during hot/cold texting with a girl named Sharon; she is a solid 8 in terms of appearance and is the concrete definition of Attention Whore. Sharon loves the number of “likes” and the collection of comments she receives across her social media platforms when she posts a pic.

What I noticed was this: when Sharon felt like she needed a boost (not enough attention, lowered confidence, boredom, etc.) she would send me a cute/sexy pic via text. The former Beta male that I was would’ve assumed the photo was especially taken for me, but I now know that this is not the case. Regardless, Sharon is able to attract the immediate attention of the desired males in her contact list, similar to extracting preferred samples from a statistical population to skew results in your favour. She then receives the uplifting positive responses from the desired men, thus satisfying whatever need it is that she has at that moment.

Upon this realization, I considered how to use this newfound concept for my own benefit. The outcome was quite pleasant in fact.

In every man’s phone lies a particular number of stale/unanswered/flaked text conversations. Being as I had nothing to lose with any of these women, I posed in front of the mirror, dressed in a fantastic outfit as I prepared for a hot beach date. It took a few shots, but I eventually captured an attractive pic of myself that highlighted my sexy features and drew a bit of mystery as to what I’m doing (unlike most females, I do not know how to take that perfect selfie).

With a few quick strokes on my phone, the image was sent to 8 girls in my contact list that had ignored my last text. Sending this photo accomplished a few things:

× I received compliments
× I received immediate responses
× I received delayed responses (probably bored at the club once day turned to night)
× I was asked “where are you going?” “what are you doing?” and “how was your day?”


Immediate; compliment

The test run achieved a great rate of success and I have applied this to dead conversations a few times now. I don’t even care if I get a response or am ignored…it’s not like I’m starting a conversation or even asking a question. I am simply sending a pic.


Immediate; compliment; question

I have also sent out promo ads for concerts, car shows, parties, etc and waited for a response. The first girl that returns my text has the best chance of taking me to that event and some of the girls have learned this.


Delayed; brief convo; date set

As you can see, I’m not the most attractive guy, but I’m getting the convo going again with minimal effort. I’ve taken a technique used by women and applied to suitable scenarios, thus achieving my intended goal. Try this with some of your stale text messages and let me know if it works for you too.

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.