There is a Vince Kelvin in every gamer!

Many people seemed to love my recent mockery of Vince Kelvin. However, I was more than surprised at the level of cognitive dissonance in this "communit". One of the commenters wrote:

The funny part is that there are many guys who are just as deluded as VK, but don't realize it. I was reading a post by Roosh fans, and they were mocking VK... They were saying "oh, when people mock us and our super magical game powers, they're really mocking VK" Those guys are actually just as deluded as VK, but think they're unlike him.

So, let me spell it out for the cognitive dissonance crowd: When I am mocking Vince Kelvin I am obviously mocking one particular guy. However, Vince Kelvin stands for "game" as it is commonly understood. Therefore, by mocking Vince Kelvin I make fun of everyone who does something similar.

If you dress like a clown (or just put on one or two "peacocky" items)
If you cold approach like a retard
If you "plow" when the girl shows she has absolutely no interest in you
If you linger around on the street and prey on girls
If you go to a club to "sarge HBs"
If you collect phone numbers and think they are an achievement
If you "practice approaches"
In general: if you stick to "mainstream game"

...then there is a Vince Kelvin in you!

Confession from a Convert

One of my readers left a fantastic comment on my recent post The Final Word on Indirect Game. Without further ado, here's "J" telling you about the important realizations he has made while recovering from mainstream game:

The more and more I move away from game and still hit on women, I am beginning to believe that it really is just looks and types. It is actually quite astonishing. Almost nothing I do makes any difference at all - the girls have already sized me up and made all sorts of conclusions about me based entirely on my appearance and dress. Its quite incredible. While it is true you can *fuck it up*, I really now believe that this is way over-emphasized. What you have to do to fuck it up with a girl who digs you is stuff normal guys rarely do and is extremely unlikely to ever really happen. Basically just dont be a fucking jerk and be fucking normal. Anything beyond that is just over-complication.

In a way this gives me a free, light-hearted spirit when I go clubbing and hitting on girls, as I know there is almost nothing I can do to make it happen OR fuck it up. On the other hand, this truth can be experienced as terribly oppressive because it is incredibly deterministic. It is a truth that really needs to be experienced to be fully absorbed (as I said, it is quite shocking), but it also takes quite a but of courage for most guys to really leave things *up to fate* in this manner.

I fully understand why so many guys kick and scream in their struggle to accept that their chances with women are severely limited by their genetic potential. BUT - if you learn to accept this, you become happy, calm, serene, and free spirited, and social life can become a happy round of pleasure ;)

Phone Numbers and Business Cards

It's been weeks since I've last checked comments on my blog or followed the seduction community because real life just keeps me too busy, but I've got some material for great posts lined up already. Now I only have to find the time to write them.

My post on Vince Kelvin turned out to draw a lot of attention. I also got the usual barrage of emails full of faulty logic and incoherent thoughts, such as that I was racist in my statements and that I was deliberately trying to piss off some people. Truth hurts, which means that if you are Vince Kelvin and can't stand the heat, then just don't enter the f*cking kitchen.

Need some Motivation?

I recently received a very short message by a guy I met in the US:

I would just like to say thank you for all you have taught me. I had my first closet pull in a club tonight. What a rush!

So, what does this tell us? If you don't go out, your life will probably be less exciting.

When talk faces action

I took a trip to Philadelphia on Saturday. Because I had arrived at the bus stop a bit too early, I idled some time away at the closest Starbucks, treating myself to some nice orange blossom tea. I sat down on a bench. Next to me were two Asian girls, one of which did all the talking. When she saw me, she shut up, looked up and gave me a coy smile. I smiled back, only to continue reading Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers.

It wasn’t that easy to focus on the reading, because that girl was unstoppable. She was talking about guys, boasting about going to Harvard, what a guy should be in her eyes, and all that stuff. Some minutes later she had to leave, though, and dragged a trolley behind her. She was still talking excitedly to her girlfriend. Then she almost bumped into a guy while walking backwards, getting her heavy trolley out of the corner. He didn’t want her to bump into him, so he put a hand on her shoulder. She stopped. He walked past. He was walking upright, was unshaven and certainly did not look like the kind of guy that would fit the alleged bill of that talkative Harvard girl. But guess what happened!

The moment that guy touched her and she saw him, she completely shut up, in mid-sentence and was looking after him. Her eyes were wide open and she hectically groomed her hair with her other hand. This went on for about ten seconds. Then she left Starbucks as well, still not saying anything to her friend and seemingly looking after this guy.

What does this tell you about what girls subconsciously want and what they say they want?

The "Smelling Opener"

My girlfriend provides me with plenty of interesting stories about the courting behaviour of other men. Usually it's pretty lame stuff and, yes, she can recite a couple of "community lines" from way back, but what she experienced earlier this week recently was in an entirely different league.

Many guys apparently have no idea how socially awkward and creepy they come across, which is something "balls" don't really overcome. Now that guy at first sat down in the metro, looked at her and then quickly took a seat right next to her --- and tried to smell her cheekbone. This happened on a weekday afternoon. Maybe he was still drunk from last night.

In any case, if you think you aren't creepy enough yet and want to bring your "game" to a new level, here is something to play around with.