She was the kind of girl who had every guy in the room gawking at her wherever we went- dark hair, large breasts. She was the hottest girl in the club out with a kid in a Misfits t-shirt.

She’d never had known I existed without the internet.

I was too invested emotionally to compete with her game playing, but like the drug dealer in an after school special- she gave me a taste and I was instantly hooked on the kind of emotional warfare that would define all of my future relationships.

I did my best to keep up with her. I wrote taunting poems accusing her of being emotionally dead and kind of fat (she wasn’t) while implying that I was fucking another girl in her absence. This bought me a few more hook-ups, but I was ultimately out of my depth. Still, she’d remember the poems years later.

When you start down a road of emotional manipulation, you end up an addict. You get hot for the process. Coming up with jabs and tuning into the subtle reactions that she thinks are hidden. When you find a sore, you pick at it. You’ll end up getting off on this harder than you get off on sex.

[Excerpt from: CHUBBY SET OF BONES]

Lesson: Get good at teasing and make it your number one weapon. Do not listen to anyone who says "negging is played out"- a man teasing a woman is eternal. It demonstrates superiority, comfort, confidence, outcome independence and so much more. Land a good one and she'll remember it forever- I've heard from women years later who'd jokingly bring up an off-hand comment I made that rubbed her just enough the wrong way and stuck with her.

Never forget this.

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