My night last night started off in a fairly unassuming fashion. A friend of a friend was running a fundraiser and as I had nothing on and the power was out at my house I decided to go along and grab a bite to eat and have a beer with my mate. I get there and go through the standard greetings with the people I knew and proceeded to grab some food and sit down with my friend outside. Green grass, nice setting and decent food, I'm feeling pretty relaxed but the crowd isn't really my type so I'm wondering how long I'll stay. Then I see a plate walking in, completely unexpectedly.

Normally I'd be pretty excited by this, but there's a catch. With her is her BFF, a HB8 I finger banged at a party after her boyfriend had passed out on the couch on a mattress on the floor in the same room as him. It's not something I'd normally do, not for any moral reason but just because I normally find women like that disgusting, but that evening was a while ago and I was very much in my anger phase, pretty well fucking anything that moved. I was essentially trying to prove AWALT, though I didn't get my dick wet. Anyway, about a week ago I got some texts from my plate trying to coax me out to play by setting up a threesome with her and said BFF. You know, please come play, HB8 and I are playing and we really need a man to join us. I didn't oblige for personal reasons, but I assumed as this was happening that HB8 had broken up with her SO, but here he is walking into the event right now, mr BB extraordinaire. This annoys me. Mainly because now I have to face a guy who's gf I could fuck at will and he is completely oblivious, and I actually like this guy from the little I know about him. I recognize it's an internal issue, it's mine to carry, but I'm annoyed none the less and in no rush to go say hi.

So I keep sitting where I was continuing to chat with my mate and eat as I watch my plate and her party walk in when I notice another woman with them. HB6, but fuuuaark dat cleavage. After about half an hour my plate comes over and sits with us, then her party trickles over as well and we get to drinking. I'm really starting to vibe now, I'm over my shitty mood with HB8 and enjoying some verbal jousting with the group, it's turning into a great night of equal portions philosophical discourse and simple shit giverry. After about 4 beers I decide I’m going to start spitting game in the hopes of setting up that threesome I turned down last week, a logical conclusion for any man 4 beers into a night. And so the hunt begins.

HB8 is obviously still keen, she’s throwing a few piss easy shit tests my way and making eyes, but she’s out of the question so it leaves HB6 the only real shot I have. So I start making sure to catch her gaze a little. Once, nothing. Twice, yes this is happening, blushes. Thrice, yes I want to fuck you, hair flicks, more blushing. Done. Now the game begins. I’ve undone the top few buttons on my shirt at this point and she throws a shit test my way: “Can you please do up your shirt? No one wants to see your chest hair.” Me: “I’m just returning the favour looks down at cleavage, then makes strong eye contact and smirks, you just don’t like the competition.” We keep talking and I make sure to start touching more and holding eye contact until she breaks every time.

Sidenote: Noobies, eye contact. Eye. Fucking. Contact. I’d say 90% of my game is based on body language, kino and eye contact. Always hold eye contact, build sexual tension. Live in it. Yes it’s tension. Yes it’s uncomfortable. You need to realize that discomfort turns women on in a massive way, it’s is like you’re giving her an itch she needs to scratch. Feed it. Steep in it. And raise your SMV. I get away with sexual tension game because women want to fuck me. Now on with my tale.

The night’s moving on, my plate has picked up on what’s going on and she’s started charming her friend likewise, this shit is effectively on autopilot. I’m passing tests and spitting like the best.

Enter little fuckwit that I’m pretty sure was unplugging. He’d gone on a massive MRA rant earlier, was clearly intoxicated and was getting up in everyones face, putting people down and just being right little “alpha” dick. He’d already tried to shove into my space once, I’d put my hand on his shoulder and made a joke about if he wanted to hit on me he should just grow a pair and do it. He took it as a challenge, but I was genuinely joking. About half an hour later he comes over and asks for my lighter. I tell him I don’t smoke, which I don’t and I’m genuinely perplexed as to why he’s asked. He proceeds to pat down my pockets, I grab his arm and ask him not to touch me. He pulls away and proceeds to put his hand in my pocket. I’m fucking livid inside, but I’m holding frame. I tell him “Get your fucking hands off me right now” but he doesn’t. He just stands there staring into my eyes. “Or what?”. Right now I want to hit this guy. That’s all I want to do. But I can’t, I just can’t bring myself to do it, I am afraid. This is the single most humiliated I have felt since I unplugged. I have another man violating my boundaries so blatantly and purposefully and I just don’t know what to do. I’ve been training full contact MA since I unplugged, and I’m making definite strides but I’m not at the point I have faith in my ability to defend myself in a pub brawl and this was a massive wake up call for me. I’ll be doubling down on my MA efforts after this.

For clarity: I don’t think I should have hit him, he was scrawny as they come and would have folded instantly. Not to mention how ridiculously drunk the kid was. I would have liked to have had the balls to stand up, remove his hands from me and put a fence between us, then popped him only if he tried to violate my fence. Live and learn. He had a bunch of mates there and I think that was a contributing factor to my fear.

Thankfully the women came to my rescue (god that’s so sad) and he came out looking worse off. The whole reason he was hanging around our group was for the women, who all proceeded to shame him, laughing at him accusing him of sexually assaulting me and saying he was gay for me. Learning game is good.

After that we get up to go, plate ducks off to bathroom, and I turn to HB6. Touch her chin. Look down at her. Kiss. “We aren’t having sex tonight, but come with us.”

And that was how JaxSwagger scored his second threesome.

EDIT: A brief analysis.

So the reason I didn't really include more of a thorough breakdown of the game I ran in this post is because it's become fairly natural to me and I forget how long it takes for a lot of guys to get there, take it for granted so to speak. The main point of the night was the guy violating my personal space, I take more notice of my failures than successes these days. With that said, let me break down my theories a little here.

Game is frame.

For me, game comes down to two essential elements, frame and sexual tension. I've been doing this shit a long time and that's all it comes back to for me. Frame being a man's perception of reality. Holding frame is standing in your own reality. Shit tests are frame tests. Shit tests test the three elements of frame: confidence, control and challenge. Let me break this down a little:

Confidence, a state of limbic relaxation and amygdalic perception of success. Essentially, low flight or fight responses (makes sense women like psychopaths now?) and a sense of success based on previous performance. When a woman throws a fitness shit test your way, she is testing your limbic response to pressure and your perception of yourself This is why I advocate monk mode. Don't start approaching until you perceive yourself as attractive, otherwise you're sending negative experiences to your amygdala, which is responsible for deciding to initiate fight or flight response based on previous success or lack thereof.

Control. Mammalian hierarchies are not based on who controls others, but can least be controlled by others. This is why women love loner bad boys even though they aren't alpha. Amused mastery is a man who is in control, he sees what is going on and he maintains frame. When a woman throws you a compliance test, she is testing your control

Challenge, otherwise known as optionality or abundance. Neediness turns women off not because of any other reason than it sends a powerful unconscious message: I am not preselected. Women want a man who knows what to do, knows what she wants, women want a man who just gets it. Because "just getting it" means being having a lot of experience with women which means being preselected, and it's important that any sons she have be able to successfully pass their genes on at a high rate, hence women hating game. Game runs contrary to sexy son theory. When a woman asks how many men you've been with, she wants you to not answer, because that shows a man who just gets it. When she tries to lead, she wants you to take back the reigns, because you've done this before and you just get it. She doesn't want to hear sordid details, this is visceral and unconscious, no one wants a broken player with pathetic standards, but she does want a guy who knows what he is doing. When a woman tests your ability to take the lead/your neediness by trying to get you to step into her frame, she is testing your challenge

If you want to spit game like the best, focus on developing frame. You do that with experience and work. Hard work and dedication, that's all there is to it, you need positive experience. Passing shit tests will become natural once you have developed frame.

And a man with frame is a man with game. Congratulations, you now have a licence from the feminine imperative to begin eye fucking women in public. Creating sexual tension get's a lot of guys nervous. Whole PUA styles have been developed around not getting that discomfort around women. I say fuck that. Learn to sit inside that discomfort, get accustomed to that tension, it's the quickest way to get her wet. Don't rush to the other side of the interaction, tease it out. Women want to feel desired, more than that, women want to feel sexual tension. Often in LTR's when women get bored, they aren't actually bored of their men, there is just a lack of sexual tension. Women need sexual tension like men need sexual release. Which brings me to LMR and ASD, hence me dropping my cookie in early with "We aren't having sex tonight". Men get anxiety surrounding the creation of sexual tension, women get anxiety surrounding the release of sexual tension.

All I did this night, and all I really ever do, is pass my tests and create sexual tension within the contexts I've given. The smoother you become at these two things, the further you will go.

So there's a brief analysis. Hope it helps some of you.