Seductresses, Real and Fictitious

This article’s going to be a bit about some non-game theory and my developing understanding of romantic/sexual dynamics.

But first, some housekeeping:

No field report this past weekend, caught a cold and didn’t have the motivation to spread it to others by going out. Had a semi-major slip in the pmo recovery and found I had a cavity from sugar over-consumption (I’d been using sugar as a crutch to recover from pmo), so now I’m starting the reset period for both sugar and pmo addictions to cut them from my life, more or less. Already it seems to be showing in my physique and skin, a significant difference now with not consuming sugar.
Reached out to some bars in my area, aiming to snag a job for a month or more to get experience and comfortability in the night. I’ve got an excellent work ethic but will be leaving the town right after the semester ends to travel the country (and take a trip to our beloved Japan!), so we’ll see if bars bite on having me.

Now to the good stuff:

Seductresses are, by definition, women who attempt to persuade men (or women) to go astray (from a goal). Usually we see this done with an appeal to one of the man’s desires, such as the strong drive for physical intimacy.

For me, from childhood up to realizing female nature, the attractive seductress was a pinnacle fantasy ideal. I have reasonable confidence I’m not alone; the appeal of being flirted with and tempted by someone attractive to join in illicit activity could be quite broad, but I recall seeing it in modern popular culture, particularly softcore-porn anime, “adult” and non-adult games, visual novels, young adult fiction, and more. To my knowledge, it has increased in the past decade and likely will continue to as more guys get sucked into video games and other mind-numbing testosterone-sucking behaviors.

Historically in literature, we’re much more likely to meet a meek and mild woman than a femme fatale, which I speculate could be from the nature of women themselves. The seductress archetype, which we see in Calypso and the sirens in the Odyssey, Delilah in the Bible, and vampires in greek mythology, seems to fit that Madonna-Whore dichotomy often defining the uninitiated man’s understanding of female nature.

While seductresses are seen as deviating from the norm of a society where women typically wait for men to act, when we factor in the Red Pill, seductresses make more sense: they are simply more aggressive with embodying hypergamic traits. These women know what they want, and they chase after it in a more-or-less calibrated way. There is a man or men in their sights which they see as having valuable resources, and they will act to gain access to those resources.

I frequently see a misunderstanding and mis-portrayal of seductresses in fiction, often intended to titillate the (male) consumer but falling flat by failing to factor in the critical features of such characters. I myself, as a past creator of erotic fiction[1], have made many such misunderstandings and written several unrealistic seductresses.

In my own experience when writing a story, this typically happens in the vein of thinking “It would be so awesome to have someone aggressively trying to seduce me/the protagonist (because I want to be seduced)” and in writing such a character the question “why does this character want to seduce the protagonist” often goes unanswered.

As a result, the seductress, used weakly, can feel like unrealistic wish fulfillment to the readers. As I’m considering this pitfall to the trope, I realize that a more story-pertinent way to use the concept is to have the temptress be a legitimate threat to the protagonist’s goals.

Why would a woman so feminine and attractive and of such seemingly high smv go after a guy who is lower smv than her?

While romance is fun to consider, and you can’t account for the randomness of attraction, it seems to me more like denying reality now knowing the Red Pill.

Most women won’t move even for very high-value men, they will wait. The few women who move, move for a reason. All those historical temptresses were chasing high-value men, brave warriors at the peak of their age. In notable literature, they weren’t seeking weak teenagers who still needed spoonfeeding until closer to modern-day portrayals[2].

Now, after coming to understand the basics of red pill, I’ve realized in order to have even a minuscule chance of bringing my “being seduced” fantasy to life, I need to flip the script. I need to be that high-value man. Moreover, I must become the charming seducer rather than waiting to be seduced.

If you’re reading this and relating to it, check out some of these guys I link to, don’t feel like you have to be stuck in a pit. It’s a grave dug by your own inaction and lack of knowledge. Choose action rather than passivity. Masculine dominance instead of feminine submission.

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[1] You can find my writing if you’re persistent, but I can’t recommend it; the stories are decent at best and boringly, annoyingly naive at worst and all have some degree of fetish included. Currently on hiatus, indefinitely. Curious about how RP ideas could affect character dynamics though.
[2] My mind goes to some of the reportrayals of mythical characters by Rick Riordan in his young adult novel series. The protagonist was made to be emotionally relatable, so it seemed like the seductresses were chasing a guy with low value, or (more accurately) a value that only they could see—mostly different from how the SMV we understand works.

FR: Bar Visit #9

Went to a nightclub, “Aloha”, for the first time tonight. Even though it’s right on the night of daylight savings time robbing us an hour, even though I’ll be waking up in exactly 4 3 hours to grab my stuff and drive, I record this field report to analyze how the night went, to savor the victories and learn from the missteps:

• The nightclub itself seemed somewhat small, most attendees were lesbian/trans, black, or fat. Sorry, not my thing. There were a few 6’s and a couple 7’s there, but skimpy clothes could have been a factor in my judgements. It’s spring break for my college, so possibly a different crowd than usual, but worth noting.
• Part of the club is a section meant to be more private, a smoky private lounge overlooking the rest of the place. There was a rope thing in front of the stairs up to it, but in all but the last time I went up there no one took issue with me mingling (that last time, there was someone saying, “hey, who is this guy? who invited him?” which I took to mean I should groovily skee-daddle out of there. I’ll have to be more casual/laid-back and simultaneously aware of the group dynamics.
• A major reference experience (to me, anyway): a girl (6 or 7) dressed in a christmasy revealing costume came over and grinded on me for about 20 seconds. Hardest I’ve been in a long while and took me by surprise, I didn’t even know how to react except to enjoy it in the moment (though I’d seen that girl and others grinding with other guys/girls before then). I spent the rest of my time pussy-less and wondering how I could emulate/initiate that kind of things. It did almost happened a second time with a different girl, but our dancing patterns were off and that girl gave up/moved off after 5 seconds or so.
• I tried to apply swing steps (I’m learning Swing Dance with a school club) to the music, but it was pretty difficult due to the difference in music (rap instead of blues/swing). I did dance with a fat girl doing some swing moves for a short stint, but besides that I found myself just trying to move to the beat in a way that didn’t stand out too much while waving my arms around. Not sure what to takeaway from this except that I need to practice dancing and asking girls to dance.
• I waved my arms a lot, felt buzzed on the energy by the second half of the 2 hours I was there. Only water for me, the vibe is enough.
• I got lots of looks and people pointing at me. I dressed to impress in some ways, wearing a dress shirt+pants with the dress shirt parted to show a necklace I got in the past week. It was also very loud there, so I wore earplugs—bright, yellow earplugs. That seems to be a fashion mistake from how many people I saw and heard pointing it out, but I value my hearing and the music was too loud even *with* the earplugs. I dearly want to hear in my 50s and 60s, but this yellow choice like I’m from a construction site just doesn’t fit. I need to look into earplugs that are 1. smaller and/or 2. less obvious/more fashionable/perhaps flesh-colored.
  I think a significant amount of the looks and comments I got was from my dancing too; I brought some of the highest energy in the club. I had a good time, but I had a nigh-pussyless time…someday that will change and I’ll rid myself of this pesky virginity and make some cute girl with decent tits moan from my dick/tongue.
  In short, I peacocked, but perhaps not in the best ways. A lot of guys were just there in jeans and a black t-shirt, some didn’t even take off their jackets and looked like they didn’t know what they were doing on the dance floor (bored-like). Probably I can just go in a t-shirt and call it good, or throw on a half-decent jacket on top to differentiate myself from the college rabble.
• I’ve been reading some of GoodLookingLoser’s stuff, and realizing I myself lack what he describes as “Killer Instinct“. Besides dancing my feet into the ground and roaming/mingling, I wasn’t very active at all.
  I’ve decided once I finish this “reboot” from porn, I’ll be hitting up RedPillDad for some coaching… and I’ll have a lot to learn. Killer instinct is probably the biggest of it all.

Here’s a picture I took of the outfit, face cropped for anonymity:

Nash Is Right: Be a “Dangerous Man”

I realize I’ve been sitting on my laurels more or less. Part of that is due to either having oversatiation from porn/video games or recovering from a porn-orgasm-masturbation addiction with the help of Mark Queppet (and not wanting to distract myself from the (game and non-game) inner work by chasing skirt) (self-reminder that I should write a post about this).
But taking a little bit of action is much more galvanizing than waiting for the “right” moment to take major action before taking any action (I will note to post about this too). As an example of this, I found that shirking my homework today to pick up a necklace and reading some daygame stuff (including some inspiring stuff for beginners from Dating Architect) allowed me to break through some of my personal inhibitions to just going out and approaching. This was also helped by hearing a fellow pickup artist I discovered recently recount how he approaches almost all girls once he leaves his home (if that’s true, I’d pin him at more than the number of approaches he estimated his experience to be).

At this point in the article I would apologize for the tangentiality in my sentences (i.e. having so many parenthetical phrases), but perhaps I can sell it to you my reader as practice for understanding girls. I’d also like to highlight my attempts to be like RedQuest in having more links in this post than a TVTropes article. But anyway, moving on!

Here’s the meat and potatoes: reading Nash’s blog is like living a dream; a common thread in his blog posts involve him positioning himself as someone sexually dangerous, wolfish, predatory, but with just enough civility to hold back in public. Most successful players I’ve seen have similar threads about taking the lead and being strong men with a distinct “edge”. That’s a significant part of what I think distinguishes a player from being “boyfriend material” or even “beta”, in a girl’s eyes. Does it seem like an adventurous time, where she can ride the fantasy-line between “falling into his trap” and “barely escaping unflowered”? Or does this guy seem like a boring dude just trying to get lucky?

Honestly, I’m worried about whether or not I’ll be able to become as leader-like and “dangerous” as Nash is. He’s a superb example, living the life so many of us young guys dream (and play erotic video games) about. But today I got a solid reference experience that gives me hope. And I have the inspiration from reading so many of his blogs that I want to make one happen while I’ve got the idea blender swirling on high gear.

After seeking rejection to add to my pile (but not recording any of it yet; I will truly “get serious” late this April) before and in the cafeteria, I sat down with a simple, smart but modestly-dressed girl to eat a salad. I didn’t open with a compliment but quickly followed with one, embracing the idea of being a “player” and shooting as many shots as I could, as a brief flick of her eyes indicated interest in this new imposing guy who just sat across from her. We chatted about some various things, boring things, I forget most of it but distinctly recall the spark of awe and interest when I said something along the lines of being a “dangerous man.” Maybe I can be a dangerous man. She lingered at the end of our interaction when she mentioned she had to go for groceries, but I got sidetracked in the conversation (should have gotten the number, but I wasn’t super interested in her anyway).

And you, the one reading this blog, if you aren’t yet a “dangerous man,” let it stew in you. Let the idea dwell until you read enough and hear enough and see enough and get frustrated enough to act, to decide to take on the “dangerous man” persona and be the kind of men that make women’s underclothes damp from expectation.

Mostly unrelated, but here’s another interesting bit that Nash says:

I will talk about my Kiss Close. It’s not particularly complicated – I just step in and kiss her. I try to do it on every first date, often in the middle of the date. I have recommended this to other guys. I say that even when the kiss is rejected, that it is a form of “communication” that makes it clear I’m not a “friend.” It sets up sexual expectations. Once I have already made a sexual move, if she comes out again, she knows what to expect.

I say all this. I believe it. I still like that strategy, and yet… it’s a little crude. I can see that too.

https://daysofgame.com/theory/hello-motherfckers-satori-pua-daygame-decoded-review/

I’ll be thinking about this point for a while. It goes hand-in-hand with the “dangerous man” thing.

Again inspired by Nash, let’s add a closing line to these blog posts. I think a fitting one is:
Keep Rolling

FR: Bar Visit #8

Went to a bar I’ll call “The Hungry Cousin”. Seems like a good place for pickup, if I can get my nightgame to be better than that of a nerdy chode. Lots of dancing, lots of young skirt.

+0 numbers, still yet to get a set that lasts more than 10 seconds in a bar, but I went with a different goal in mind: I’m scoping out which bars are better for game or not. I went to dance and have a good time, and remembered to relax some of the time. Still ended up ogling a lot, I’m impressed just by 6’s in revealing clothing. I know to be less needy I need to get reference experiences, but even the silver-platter-served ones I will historically butcher. (The girl did reply via text, and I was less than smooth in my replies.)

All is not lost to mere dancing fun though; on my way out from the bar I met an acquaintance of mine and found out he’s in the pickup sphere too, taking inspiration from the likes of Avery Hayden. He’s a lot farther than me, a self-proclaimed “rusty advanced” player, though with less than 20 notches the keyboard-theorist in me wants to say it’s better than most men but intermediate in the player sphere. I’ve got more experience in Daygame, and Nightgame seems to be his element. We’re friendly, perhaps we can wing and learn from each other. I’ll encourage him to start a blog too.

As for progress on increasing my personal SMV: I’m currently on hiatus from porn/masturbation (and technically also orgasm) as per Mark Queppet’s course to lose the porn addiction, planning to finish that in April. But I won’t turn down a lay if the opportunity presents itself. My chodeness will ensure my celibacy in all probability (hah!). Going to the gym as per Stronglifts 5×5. Looking into clothing/accessories, but haven’t had the time to properly focus on it. Trying a dance club at my school to practice socializing and get a useful skill, and keeping up the cafeteria game (intermittently). Reading Nash’s blog and taking notes.

An Electrifying Weak Number

I’m writing this down so I don’t make the same mistakes I just made again.
I was walking around the cafeteria, looking for someone pretty to sit with, when I felt a huge amount of eye contact from someone. I returned the stare, she kept her gaze strong like laser beams, and with that massive IOI I walked up.

I made some opener about how one of her jean legs was ripped down the front (almost all the way from thigh to ankle), she said “that’s life.” We’d both kept eye contact up until now, and I was feeling very not-calm, distinctly turned on. This was definitely a “yes” girl. Recognizing that nearly sent me over the edge. Thinking about it even now, half an hour later, has me excited enough to sweat.

I was too nervous and in my head to say much, so after asking whether she was waiting for someone (“a friend” she said), I asked if she’d like to go on a date. Her reply? “Maybe,” in the “I really want to have sex right now but I want to feel comfortable doing so with someone, maybe it could be you” kind of way that’s decidedly not a rejection, but more like an invitation. Then she suggested we exchange snaps or text (another good sign).

Me asking for the date was all I could muster in the moment, but it wasn’t very calibrated (and also puts me in the frame of “provider/dater” rather than “sex adventurer”). As Nash often emphasizes, it’s more about the girl’s feelings than our feelings. In the moment, I was far too in my head to think about how the girl felt. I was just amazed at how “on” that girl was, too much to even really think about her in the moment. I lost myself to fantasizing about how we could have sex. But that’s not really fair to her.

As a result, I got a number that I feel could have been super solid if I’d been more calm in the moment and calibrated/flirted a little more, but which I’ll pin a 30% chance on even replying.

The concrete steps I can take in the future to improve on this “failure” (which I’ll admit to myself isn’t a complete failure; I got a number, which is more than I’ve gotten in a week or two) include the following:

• I will give myself permission to take a deep breath in the moment, smell her perfume, and think about what she wants the experience to be.
• I will consider my words carefully and have fun.
• I will not expect sex to happen from someone I just met, and I will squash fantasies about sex if they take me out of “being present” with her.
• I will assume she is attracted to me, which I did well today (but then again, it would be obvious to anyone who isn’t insecure in themselves that she was interested today).

Ripped-jeans girl, I will remember you.