Revel in Your Desire

Do you see those two girls in that picture on the left? I want to fuck them. I want to tie them up, take pictures, and ravage them until my sheets are soaked in blood, sweat, cum, pussy juice, and if it was a really good session, warm, salty tears. No, I don't know their names, their insecurities, or their wants and desires. Those details do not matter in this moment. Right now, all I'm doing is reveling in my sexual desire for them.

Were you just offended by that paragraph? Good, because this post is especially for you. The fundamental principle driving Dicknotism is the unwavering belief that solid inner game is rooted in complete comfort and acceptance of one's sexual desires as a man. The one universal issue that has driven the systematic destruction of the male ego for the past forty years is a deep-rooted shame in our urge to fuck women.

Thanks to misguided feminism, an advertising industry that preys on people's insecurities, a touch-phobic culture, and poor male role models, more and more men are apologetic for their sexual desires. They insist that they want to respect women or hold off on the sex 'cause it'll jeopardize their search for love. Others are afraid that women will actually find out that they want them and consequently, they go to great lengths to disguise their interest. Is wanting to fuck a woman disrespectful? Must you forsake fast fornication for long-lasting love?

Read these words carefully: as long as she's of legal age, it's ok to walk up to a woman with a desire to fuck her. Sure, you may want more than that, but whether you're looking for a fuck toy, a wife, or something in between, your unapologetic desire for her is the current that powers the interaction forward. Yet most men are dogmatic in their belief that woman are asexual and must be tricked into bed.

I can write countless times how women actually have higher sex drives than most men could ever hope to achieve. Approaching a woman without being transparent in your desires is like going up to a kid and hiding the fact that you're there to give them some ice cream. Even kids with lactose intolerance love ice cream! Likewise, what woman doesn't love hot sex?

The very act of hiding your intentions is exactly what women mean when they say a guy is "creepy." Like anyone, when you a stranger approaches you and is clearly hiding his intentions, you assume the worst. At least with bad boys, girls know what they're getting. With a good guy who's too nice to be believed, she doesn't know if you just have low self-esteem or are wondering what her head would look like on a stick. Either way, the last emotion she feels is horny.

Sexual confidence supersedes any nervousness you may have in an interaction. Contrary to what I used to believe, girls don't want perfection. They just want a guy who loves himself on a deep level, both his strengths and his supposed deficits. They want to know your strengths to ensure that you'll be a successful, high status guy who will protect her, fuck her well, and be the envy of her friends. She also wants to know your vulnerabilities in order to go into nurture mode and try to fix you. Too many guys focus on getting the right words when what women want to feel is the passion behind those words. However, you can only bring that passion if you are aligned with your sexual desire for her.

Sex is a gift from you to her. As long as you're offering sex as a gift rather than something you're getting for self-esteem, you will not come off as slimy or creepy. Rather, you'll ignite the insatiable desire that she spends so much energy suppressing all day long. To relieve her from that burden, to unstifle her desires, and to release her horny beast is the greatest gift a man can give to a woman.

How Anger Improves Your Inner Game

I found a post off the Boston Lair that was so good, I wanted to comment on it.

I just came back from [X Bar] and I am super pissed off that I am the guy that just got 2 guys laid. If I had a wing it would have went totally differently, but alone I had to make friends with others. I kept everything interesting for a few hours, while 2 retards just waited in the wings. I escalated, etc in the end got fucked as the 2 girls were retards and did not know how to judge a good person from a bad one. I made friends with the guys and they did nothing, except being there and ended up getting the girls, mostly I think because they were taller, did not have super interest (girls thought they had something to prove), and they were from England and had an accent. I will have to rethink my strategy of making friends with people at the bar, as what ended up happening was, I did all of the work and these tards just sat back and got the results. I will never do this again and realize that guys that don't initialize seem to be harder to catch and therefore more valuable to girls. I did realize at one point that I was helping them too much (there were 2 of them and the girls wanted to fuck 2 guys, and did not want to split it up. If I had been a little stronger then I could have got the other girl but I did so much work for these guys, it is retarded, and the girls ended up wanted to do the people that were together.) Anyway, I care, but don't care, as I will not let this happen again. Congrats to the guys that I got laid from England, as they could have possibly done it, but I made it a slam dunk. Retarded people should not get laid.

You say that you "care, but don't care..." Actually, you care a great deal! Your post is dripping with anger, which is understandable. Hell hath no fury than a man who didn't get pussy! We've all been there. I was in your exact same situation not too long ago. After that FR, I was having delicious, Ted Bundy-like fantasies. Thank goodness Minority Report is just a movie!

Whatever your feelings are, it's important that you allow yourself to feel them. One of the responders to the post remarked, "You seem to be getting quite hostile now, which is not good." That's garbage. When you withhold your emotions, women can feel that in your interactions and instinctually know something is off. In women's speak, they call it "creepy." Besides, you never know what you'll discover about yourself when you process your anger.

Anger is always a secondary emotion. It's covering up what you're really feeling. However, f you have the courage to uncover what that is, your inner game will improve in spades. Processing and owning that emotion hidden behind the anger will start you off on your journey of building unshakable inner game. To start you off, try saying to yourself and be brutally honest, "because I didn't pull that night, that means I'm ________."

Of course, there's always a way to improve your outer game and in this case, you messed up on LOGISTICS.

Regular readers of this blog know the 3 most important factors to quick pulls:

1) Sexual State
2) Kino Escalation
3) Logistics

By your own admission, you're working a set that's looking to go home with 2 dudes. One chick is horny and is cockblocking you to make sure you fail. She wants to take a guy home and not get chopped up to pieces in case her intuition is off. So, she'll want to take a friend with her to get both their pussies torn up and she won't let you spoil her plans. You could've tried for a threesome, but that's a level of game above both our skill levels at this point.

Here's what I ultimately learned from my own experience that mirrors yours. If her attention is NOT on you but elsewhere, move on. A girl who's going home with you has her attention on ditching her friends without looking like a slut. Next time you're out hunting for a same night pull (SNP), screen the girls for perceived obstacles. Ask her where her crew is (is her bf right behind her?) Ask who the designated driver is (how is she getting home?) Find out where she lives (sex location).

When logistics make a pull an impossibility, take their digits and move on till you find a situation where all the moons align. There's a whole bar full of women and every pussy is different.

Oh, and you don't need a wing. I've had a bunch of quick pulls...never pulled a 2 set with a wing.

The Post Seduction Interview

This month's Esquire has a fascinating article up on a guy's experience trying to set up his hot babysitter on an online date. Particularly interesting is reading how the guys responding to her ad were coming across.

For most guys, reading articles like these may be the only clue they have in pinpointing some of the mistakes they're repeating that's stagnating their game. I have a better idea: grill the girls you actually pick-up!

This advice may seem counterintuitive to readers of seduction lore and I agree. We've all made the mistake of asking women for romantic advice and the results are often disastrous. Most women are unaware what actually attracts them, much like most car owners have no knowledge of basic car maintenance. Going to a woman for seduction advice is like going to another car owner when your car breaks down. The wiser option is to find a guy who's successful at picking up women, much like you go to an auto mechanic for your car repairs.

Where woman can be extremely useful, however, is in asking them about the feelings and emotions they felt when you were picking them up. Since most guys are disconnected from their emotions, they are often unaware of how they're making others feel. A true PUA must be aware if he is saying or doing things that are making women feel hurt, uncomfortable, frustrated, angry, relaxed, happy, or horny. Perhaps even more important, he must know if he's not making the woman feel anything.

This skill is crucial to pickup as knowing how to process and influence your own emotions will make it exceedingly easy to influence women. For example, this principle explains why having a strong sexual state speeds up a seduction like nothing else. If you are comfortably aroused and she's into you, she will follow you into that sexual state, becoming ravenously horny and making LMR unlikely.

So, when do you begin the interview process? A perfect opportunity is post-sex. For some guys, the pickup ends with the lay. For me, it's the beginning. To just get up and bolt after soaking her pussy with your cum juice is to miss a tremendous opportunity. After sex, a woman's game is nill. Science has even found that she goes into a trance state. She's very open, relaxed, and vulnerable and it's the perfect opportunity to ask what you want to know to your heart's content. i.e. When did you decide you were gonna sleep with me? What made me stick out from the other guys? Is there anything I did that made you feel uncomfortable? You get the idea - gently grill her for information on your strong points and your sticking points. Her answers may shock you.

An even more important time to do this is with your failed seductions. Yes, it's fun to mentally masturbate with your wings over what may have went wrong with the girl who stopped calling or went cold, but why not find out from the woman herself?!

Go to Machiavellian lengths to get her on the phone one last time. One really easy tactic is to leave a message suggesting something awful, like "Hey look. We really need to talk. I've recently gotten some news that you really need to know about. Give me a call."

Usually on the phone you want to be in a good mood, but not here. Summon up all your memories of past rejections and pain and try to sound as sad and foreboding as possible. You'll be amazed how soon she'll call back. Don't even mention your phone message. Instead, tell her that you'd appreciate her willingnesses in helping you become a better man and bring happiness to other people.

Tell her to be unflinchingly honest. You may have to prod her, but be open and accepting of her feedback. Most women are obsessed with fixing men and as long as you are sincere rather than creepy or angry, she'll be happy to help and maybe even be flattered. End the call by genuinely thanking her and telling her to give you a call or text if in the future, she has an itch that needs a scratch. That way, you'll leave her feeling good and you also leave open the remote possibility of her calling or texting you when she's close to her period and yearns to be drilled into unconsciousness. One of my wings is always having old fuck buddies call him up years later after the girl's gone through a breakup and feels "lonely." Console her with some cock therapy.

You Know How Many Foods Are Shaped Like Dicks?

Ok, this clip from Superbad really has nothing to do with seduction, but it's too hilarious for words! Let's call it a celebration of good 'ol fashioned male humor.

My Seduction Workout

The benefits of physical fitness are limitless: greater health (lower risk of hypertension, diabetes, coronary artery disease, obesity, osteoporosis), more energy, decreased risk of depression, and greater physical attractiveness. While looks aren't as important as personality and confidence in attracting women, they unquestionably help. It's immature not to try to maximize all your attractive attributes, looks included. So, if you're not going to the gym regularly, I challenge you to reconsider. If you could get more pussy for less work while getting emotionally and physically fit, few things are as important in your development as a man (and PUA).

According to scientific journals referenced in Wikipedia, women rate the following physical attributes as most attractive: "the v-shaped torso: a relatively narrow waist offset with broad shoulders." Also mentioned is the female appreciation for a firm, male derrière.

So, to get more woman ogling you at the gym and elsewhere, you need to focus on:

1) Broad shoulders
2) Narrow waist
3) Muscular butt

I'm going to do a little experiment. To target those three areas, I'm going to focus on:

1) Military press
2) Crunches & cardio
3) Squats

And of course, I'll watch what I eat as poor nutrition dooms you to failure no matter how much you exercise. I also purchased a new book, The Testosterone Advantage Plan, to have a better idea of what I'm doing.

How fitting to start in August to get me geared up for the upcoming Fall season. If seduction were a TV show, late September would mark the season premiere as all the hotties return to town for school. Luckily, with over 30 universities (including the mammoth and slutty BU), Boston is one of the biggest college towns on the planet.

Badboy on Same Night Pulls

I've always had a lot of respect for Badboy's brand of direct game. Being totally unapologetic, transparent, comfortable, and congruent with your sexual desire for women is the foundation of solid game. Like everyone else, he has a blog up and has a fascinating post up on pulling girls home the same night:

Sometimes, when a girl wants to come home with you, it's tough to get her to do it because her friends are in the way and she doesn't want to look like a slut.

A way to get around this is to try and catch her in the window of time between when she's leaving her friends and going home. She's alone and can do what she really wants then...

You've gotten the girls number and left. Now wait until 15-20 minutes after the venue has closed. Then text message her something funny. Get an exchange going and then tell her, "I'm tired. Heading home. Want to come?"

If you did your job and had attraction and she really wants you, she will very often take advantage of the opportunity. If not, just post her back..."Okay... Talk to you soon. Don't miss me too much. ;)" ...Or something like that and proceed normally, call her in a few days, etc...

If you don't think you have enough attraction to pull her yet, tell her you are going to eat and she should come meet you. Then you can finish the job over food and pull her home after that.

Sometimes it's easier to pull the girl via txt or phone call if there are a ton of obstacles in your way in the venue. Keep that in mind when you are driving home at night. If you have a few numbers, mass txt them all and it's likely one will take you up on it...

I'll have to field test this one!

FR: Encountering a PUA Groupie

The following tale took place several months ago in a place far, far away. At the time, I was experimenting with vulnerability. In the process, I made the mistake of revealing too much too soon, but got an unforgettable story out of it.

This FR is a Day3 that begins with the venue itself. I get to the swanky lounge a good thirty minutes early and am pleased to find that they are having an event that includes free drinks and appetizers for select patrons. I mingle with the hostesses, a totally hot blonde-brunette combo. If I'm the meat and they're the bread, by the time I'm done, they'll be covered in my mayo and their pussies will be oozing ketchup. Needless to say, I hook them and get them to give me a bunch of passes for free stuff. I am now part of the "in-crowd."

My date saunters in and I introduce her to the hostesses and we proceed to enjoy some appetizers and drinks. When I later leave the booth to get us a second round at the bar, this older woman in her forties opens me and starts gaming me hard. She whips into all this talk on mixing proper drinks and starts kinoing my arm. Somehow, she's making me horny as hell and if I stand up, the whole bar will see the bulge of my Dicknistick. What's she doing? Did she slip a Viagra in my drink?! I actually give her my number mostly to get rid of her as she's been holding me up for a good 20 minutes. I usually take the woman's number, but I was only partially interested. (Did we later hook-up? I must plead the fifth).

I return to my date and after some more chatting and kino, we proceed to the sex location! I actually take her to a spot near a lake. Ever since I fucked that girl in the graveyard, I've been getting into semi-public seductions. I don't want to actually get caught, but the chance of that happening is an unbelievable rush! As I give her a tour and we walk around, I do something I’ve never before done with a woman I’m seeing (and haven't done since).

Earlier she gave me the "am I a playa" shit test, which I just deflected. As I remember what she said, I chuckle to myself and she asks me what I'm thinking. I tell her, "It’s so funny people think I’m a player 'cause I totally sucked with women 'till about a year ago!" So, she asks me what happened and I tell her about meeting my friend, a natural who's taught me a few things (though I didn't use the PUA term, "natural").

I don’t remember the exact words she said next, but I’ll never forget the sensation of feeling my blood stop in my veins. She said something like, "the seduction community and all the PUAs?" I'm stunned, but readily admit my involvement.

She then asks me, "do you know any of them?"
I ask who.
"PUA1? PUA2?" (Obvious aliases to protect everyone's anonymity).

I actually knew them both, particularly PUA1 and have sarged with him many times. In fact, I credit PUA1 with starting me on my journey. Before we went out together, I didn’t think it was possible to talk to women. I’ve never done it before and would’ve preferred putting my balls through a vice grip!

Well, to my shock...PUA1 is also my date's "abusive" ex-bf. She said it best: "this world is too small." Normally I wouldn't put myself in the position of being a woman's emotional tampon, but I'm hooked by this shocking revelation and wanted to know more. By "abuse," she complains of being sucked into agreeing to be in an mLTR for quite some time till she recently left him.

Out of pure curiosity and knowing how people repeat the same patterns, I ask her if she's been with any other PUAs. "Uh, two. Well, in Boston. One somewhere else." I asked back, "What are you? A PUA groupie?!" Part of me wants to be sympathetic and I am genuinely sad at her pain. Yet deep down, I can't help but find the entire scene hilarious.

We return to my car and just keep talking. At one point, she mentions that she's on MySpace and says to give her a chance to clean it up before I check it out. [Little did she knew that I already checked out her profile the week before]. I can't help but joke, "Well, are there any nude pics on there?” She replies, “they’re not in my possession." She's serious. As I start the car, she talks of her failed litigation attempt to get them back from PUA1.

As you can imagine, this entire sequence of events includes much crying, and consoling, and sharing, and everything else you see in the typical romantic comedy. Not surprisingly, sex doesn't happen, but I have an entertaining night nonetheless.

Epilogue: While we text each other a few more times, I never actually see her again. Things grow stale and sluggish and I stop contact with her after I start fucking someone new a few days later. Fresh fucking has that effect on me. Some guys need ten other women; I only need one.

So, what can we all learn from this?
1) Don't open up about your feelings and insecurities before you even have sex. You never know what can of worms will be revealed and in case she has baggage you don't want to deal with, at least you had sex first.
2) The community is not as underground as you think.
3) Even when a pickup doesn't result in a fuck-close, you still learn a great deal and can have a lot of fun.

When Death Comes, Will You Smile?

"Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back." - Russell Crowe from the film, Gladiator.

I pull out from a parked spot and ease into traffic. There's a red light up above and no one's coming on the other side of the street. I position myself to make a u-turn and I end up perpendicular with the median strip.

All of a sudden, my car starts shaking, but just slightly. Something's rubbing against my door. It sounds like...dozens of cats clawing at my door at the same time. Hmmm...the sound's different now, like a bunch of coke cans being crushed in a trash compactor. I look over my left shoulder again and all I can see is the front of this mack truck that's proceeding to plow into the side of my car!

What's going on?! Do I burst out the passenger's side door? Wait! The damn seat belt's in the way. I'll honk! Yes! I'll honk and get the idiot's attention. Maybe he'll stop. I hope he stops. It's all happening too fast! I'm helpless. I hate feeling helpless! I can't think! I can't act. I'm...trapped. Suddenly, the truck stops and it's over. I park the car and stumble out the passenger's side door shaken but unscathed. My car, on the other hand, has two damaged doors on the driver's side. Half of me wants to praise Heaven for making it out alive...and my other half wants to throw the driver through my windshield. That truck wasn't going too fast because there was a red light. Had the driver been going the usual 30-40 mph (or faster), I very likely would've been seriously injured...or dead.

There's something about near death experiences that makes you reevaluate your life. If I actually died yesterday, would I be happy with my life direction thus far or remain restless with regrets? Let's see...

My greatest regret wouldn't be poor relationships. Admittedly, I haven't found the right girl yet, but finding her has taken a back seat to fucking all the wrong ones. However, I'm totally content with the relationships and deep friendships I've formed. I've been friends with people for over 20 years and after I sent a mass text telling people of the accident, I got a succession of calls of concern. I didn't expect it, but I welcomed the support. My greatest regret wasn't my career path. On the contrary, I had no qualms with my profession as I feel privileged in helping people at their most vulnerable. My greatest regret wouldn't be poor health. After losing all my weight, I'm healthier now than ever and though I still have some weight training goals to achieve, I am happy with my current progress. How about spirituality? Well, I'm certainly not religious anymore, but I'm spiritual during really hard times. I don't regret being churchless. The idea of getting up to attend Sunday morning mass instead of sleeping off the previous night's debauchery is as appealing as dealing with a wrecked car.

No, the biggest regret I'd have is not having even more sex than I already am! Why the perceived focus and obsession with sex? Sex is what unites every human being, whether you're living in the rich suburbs of the US or the poor streets of Calcutta. Everybody wants to get laid. Even in countries where a large percentage of the population is afflicted with AIDS and having sex is a sure risk of death, people are still fucking like there's no tomorrow. I want to fuck like my African brothers (except with some latex involved). Much like they overcame the chains of slavery, I want to overcome the societal constraints placed on sexuality...to be free to express the masculine, sexual animal that rages within me. I want to fuck like tomorrow will never come and smile at death while doing so.

How much time and energy do we burn chasing girls playing hard-to-get, ruminating over insecurities, obsessing over girls who have hurt us in the past, reading ebooks and listening to audio programs, or distracting ourselves from outright fear? This is your life...your love life. No one cares if you succeed at this or not. You have to do this for yourself...because you love yourself, you love women, and you want to make the world a better place. I am dead serious. One of the tenets of Dicknotism is the unwavering belief that the more people are having satisfying sex, the less they'll want to scheme ways of harming each other.

Pickup isn't a race; it's a marathon. What separates the chode from the PUA is how many times a PUA gets back up and overcomes the obstacles - both real and perceived. Treat everyday as it may be your last - cause there's no guarantee you'll make it to old age. Treat every pickup opportunity as a probable fuck close - cause there's no guarantee you'll live on to fuck again.

Carpe diem! Seize the day and go out! Seize your balls and approach with confidence and power. Seize her pelvis and cum so hard, you seize!

The Importance of Logistics

There's a hilarious story out of The Smoking Gun today about two people who were arrested for having sex in front of a Day Care center. As written in the article, the guy noted that he had first met the woman earlier that day and "they had been 'driving around town, until they found a nice shaded spot to have sex.'" Sweet...same day lay! However, what should have been a nice LR turned into a fiasco because he did not have the logistics handled ahead of time.

People often ask me how I pull off rapid closes. The most important components are:
1) Sexual State
2) Kino Escalation
3) Having the logistics handled ahead of time.

If any of these three components, especially logistics, is missing, disaster ensues.