The scene – you’re waiting to meet a girl for a first date in a coffee shop. Then she texts you to say she’s stuck in traffic and will be about five minutes late. She ends her text with a cursory ‘sorry!’ and a patronising kiss on the end.
How do you react?
Make no mistake, this is feminine shit testing at its finest. That ‘sorry’ and that kiss are the textual version of a patronising and maternal pat on the head – intended to neutralise and asexualise your superior masculine energy, and reduce you to the cringing, obedient beta-boy bitch she secretly believes you to be.
The clear course of action for the practiced and ruthless seducer is to immediately demonstrate your higher value via an unspoken but nuclear neg.
When she walks in, make sure she sees you giving the hotter and younger barista your phone number and pinching her ass. Then feign unawareness that she’s there at all, and head for the door.
When stopped and challenged from the depths of her newfound and richly earned bewilderment, humiliation and shame, say casually,
‘My ex – you know, the one I mentioned who’s a lingerie model – just invivted me to a party at the Playboy mansion. I’ll call you some time.’
Always remember, true alphas never apologise. Under any circumstances whatsoever. You’re the prize. It’s her job to win you.
Then walk away from her without a backward glance.
Your newly broken victim will chase you with the desperation of a lost and bewildered puppy. I guarantee you that you will be receiving phone calls from her, confused and humbled, until you deign to honour her with the pleasure of your mighty cock.
If she doesn’t react like this and you never hear from her again, she wasn’t a true woman. just a FUCKING BITCH. LIKE ALL THE REST OF THEM. THEY NEVER FUCKING CALL ME BACK THE WHORE CUNT PIGS. Forget her. Move on.