One of the more intriguing creatures you'll encounter in your romantic adventures, is the Alpha Widow (If you don't know what that is, then you're by no means ready for this post, so go brush up on the nomenclature, and then consider coming back.) Alpha Widows(AWs) range from the screaming banshee, hell-hath-no-fury types, to the more subtle, forever secretly broken women (might make a post about these later on) and everything in between. Regardless of where they fall on the spectrum, one thing unites every single AW: they all have that one guy they can't get over, that one man who occupies their soul, and whose mere presence is such an addictive elixir that they will risk anything to taste of it again (incidentally, this elixir also comes in the form of semen, which every AW will taste upon her many, many boomerang trips). These women are perpetually stuck on one particular man, for a variety of reasons. This widowed status may last a year, it may last a lifetime, but it's distinguishable from simply reeling from a breakup or "not being over" someone.

I've had my fair share of alpha widows, the majority of whom were created well before I stumbled upon this forum, and before I even knew what the term for these women was (I used to call them "Clingy Clunge". Inelegant, I know, but I'm a sucker for alliteration.) When I first read about RP principles, and surveyed how they applied to my life, I quickly realised that I had, unwittingly, been creating AWs. Now note, I didn't come here to learn how to pick up women. I can say that's one area of my life I've always had down pat, since I've been aware that girls were girls and boys and boys. Rather, I came here to find explanation for a lot of what I saw, experienced, and , critically, what it all meant. As I reflected on my sexual past, I identified recurrent themes in all the AWs I had had in my life, and these themes have held true ever since, as I have seemingly continued to widow women.

So this will serve as as an illustration and semi-guide, based on my experience, on just how I created my AWs. A few points to note before we dive into this:

  • I take no responsibility for what you intend and choose to do with what I tell you here.

  • These are not ironclad rules and steps. You could do all of this and the woman could still dump you and never contact you again. In fact, there is a good chance that you won't succeed in intentionally creating one, as there is significant overlap in the things and RP man should do in general and what creates AWs. So don't be wondering about why it "didn't work." Maybe you suck, maybe she's already widowed. Who knows/ cares?

  • Don't think that having a widow is somehow desirable. If you have any sort of experience with women, then you know how much of a pain they can be when you want them around, never mind when you don't. Tread carefully.

That out of the way, let's proceed.

Excessive aloofness

I know a lot of you put up a show of aloofness when you're trying to get into women's panties, and that's all well and good. Well, lemme tell you right now, it's hard to match inborn aloofness. Thing is, I've had people tell me I'm aloof even when I've thought I was being engaged and personable. It's a combination of various factors in my life, but I am simply an aloof individual, and if you know anything about women, it's that aloofness drives them wild. So of course, they were immediately engaged.

Intermittent but intense attention

I've always been very caught up in my own life, to a fault at times. This means that, naturally, I have a limited amount of attention to give to women. I can go for a long time without talking to a woman, without anything having gone wrong. But when I give them attention, it's almost always my complete focus on them for whatever amount of time I choose to spend with them. I've noticed that this seems to create a reward circuit in their brains, where they seek out my attention like an incredible high that they sometimes get.

Best sex of her life

Again, if you're any sort of RP male, you should be able to consistently make the women you're with orgasm and enjoy the sex. Where it goes a step further, is when you give them incredible sex more regularly than not. I can't tell you how to do this, I can only tell you what has worked for me is to simply be in the moment and do whatever my lizard brain dictates. So if I feel like lifting her up into a tombstone pile-driver position for oral, I will. If I decide I'm done with sex mid-round, I'll climb off. In the middle of the act, I kiss them deeply, whisper lecherous things in her ear, use her body as the conduit for my appeasing my sexual appetite.

Interestingly enough, sometimes pulling away from them has seemed to drive them wild. I've orgasmed within minutes sometimes and fucked off and, contrary to what you might think would happen, it wasn't a major issue. Of course, this isn't the sort of thing you want to be making a habit.

"I've never done this before / I can't believe the things you make me do"

I like pushing boundaries, and making women do things they wouldn't normally do. Now, of course this differs from woman to woman and the circumstance, but you'd be surprised by how plain and boring most women's sex lives have been. For example, I left my LTR, and I've been with a variety of women. One of them was a divorced woman 9 years my senior. She'd had a limited sex life with her abusive husband, so I decided to change that. You know what I did one night? Took her hand, pulled her out of her car, bent her over the bonnet and fucked her from behind in front of her apartment building. Then I made her walk into building caretaker's office to collect her key with my semen dripping out of her (I don't advocate unprotected sex by any means, and this is one of the few instances when I've indulged my less-than-wise proclivities.)

Another girl got married some years ago. She contacted me some time after her first kid, talking about missing me and such. I wrote about her here So after that, she visited our town and got in contact and you can guess what happened. During all this, she constantly reiterated how I was the only man she'd ever cheated on her husband with, and how she did things with me she never let her husband do (anal is sinful, apparently.)

I could go on, but you get the gist: when they do things they wouldn't usually do, it creates some sort of glue to you.

Commitment as a carrot she can never catch

I've only ever had one serious, monogamous LTR. One. That's out of numerous lays and almost equally numerous requests for commitment from the women. I never gave them commitment, but I did tie it in front of their eyes and keep them chasing it. In all honesty, I did this more when I was younger and liked to have a steady stream of clunge to fill up. These days, I'm more upfront about my desire to not be tied down, which might explain the slight downturn in AWs. But see, being deprived of commitment is enough to completely offset a woman's mating strategy. This is truer the more beautiful/sought after she is. Men usually ask her to commit, and here I am, casually dangling only the possibility of possibility itself in her face, and getting away with it. Eventually though, most wise up and decide to go their own way. Which is when the next bit comes in.

"Like one of a thousand yoyos"

This was said to me by an old plate who'd started pulling away, and who I reeled back by dangling two carrots closer to her nose. I told her I would stop sleeping with new women, and I did...but not the women I was already with. I asked her to give me time to sort out my affairs as it would be unfair for me to simply drop these women at a moment's notice. Did I drop them? No. Scummy? Sure, I guess. But I don't put too much stock in breaking my word to women in love affairs. All's fair and all that. She left not too long after, but I reeled her in a couple of more times my own amusement. She was with other guys every time. Speaking of my amusement...

They were my playthings

I didn't grow up with much, so I had to make do and find my own entertainment and toys. And what better plaything than these mercurial, fluffy creatures around me? Early on, I discovered that women were the perfect fidget spinners to cure my penis of its autism, the moment I knew they wanted me, it became an enjoyable, if rote game. I've played with their emotions, giving them both great highs and incredibly low lows. I've never been afraid of hurting women, which meant I'd go in for all sorts of games that most men wouldn't. A favourite of mine was seeing how may women around her I could sleep with before she left me. The number was usually higher than I guessed. For most, it wasn't until I slept with a sister or cousin that they called it quits. And even then, it was never permanent. I remember making this girl I was seeing make out with her cousin and grab each other. I didn't get the threesome I was hoping for, but the cousin was a wild lay. The girl I had been seeing was distraught and went out of town for Christmas and New Year's, only to rock up on the second of Jan, crying about how much she missed me and how loose her cousin was. Fun.

No closure

Long, emotional passages detailing the pain of the breakup are the sole domain of women and bitch males. "Talking about it" is the act of the desperate. When I decide it's over, then it's done. No closure; I'm not a movie or a shitty rock song.


That's mostly it. I'm sure there's more, but I'm not trying to be here writing all day. Again, making an Alpha Widow isn't the fun you might think it is. It gets bothersome dealing with women when you're done with them. I will say, most of these are just aspects of my personality that happened to mesh well with romantic pursuits. Maybe you can make an Alpha Widow. Maybe it's not for you.That really is up to you and the woman you're with.