No TL;DR apart from the title - because I'm not trying to put new spins on the red pill the core tenants you already heard somewhere else. Hypergamy is hypergamy, you heard the definition thousands of times.

I'm just sharing examples of my own red pill perspective to counter the huge volume of conservatard political activism masked as moral sexual market justice and the inceldom "harsh truths" that are just defensive angry rants made by people that don't really have any real life experience with society beyond a handful of bad references from when they were at their lowest sexual market value. So no, magical pills, just another story about a guy that fucked a girl, but I will introduce specific strategy breakdowns I use, to give some back to the players that need to hear more than push pull and "just do dread game bro".

So while sittin on the shitter, I saw a weird trend on the chans where there are simp cults over celebrities.

I am old in internet years, so 7th degrees of irony fly over my head. But then I remembered how most of my broskies simp over IG models. While snickering over my 22 year old nigerian foreign exchange FWB that does everything I want, no tick for tack, more so... for my pleasure.

For context... These are just local thots, 10-70k followers, as a marketers I wouldn't even pay them $100 for a post. Without make up they look as plain jane as you can get. While the dudes are players, good financials, they take care of themselves, all the jazz. Yet the halo effect still poisons' their sanity. And before incels snicker - no - these aren't airheads. They work hard. They are quite smart and have more business acumen than the average gymshark hustler.

But as people, as women, as girlfriends. Holy fuck. They always see themselves as settling, and when they aren't in that mental place of "being courted" they feel unsafe and call out toxic behavior. Never allowing themselves to enjoy masculine energy unless it's highly structured "high value man" "taking them out" to an overly expensive venue or being raw dogged when they are too drunk to drive. And let's not talk about sober sex with these girls. Between their fantasy of making love and their entitlement to that fantasy they rarely get the fuck they need because most men that they "get to know" beyond a drunken grind are so scared of them dropping them and then shit talking them to the whole local clique that they never tell them to shut up so they can fuck them like men fuck women.

In comparison, my african "gold digger", definitely came for the paycheck, her eyes sparkle literally when she walks past a Dior store. She is 100% if not more, just as shallow as the above girls. The difference - I am her HVM that fucks for hours and thinks women should serve men, while for my friends I am just that mysoginist prick than fucks for hours and thinks women should serve men.

We met in Dubai - she wanted a rich "naughty daddy", I wanted a free bareback blowjob 40 minute freebie from girls looking for a rich daddy.

Technical tips some might find useful, others abhorrent: just have your asking price higher, and set the reward even higher, they will take you for a ride if they see you aren't a cheap creeper trying to get something for nothing - and ironically you will get something for nothing - gold diggers are not that smart and the same attraction and LMR triggers work on them since they are for the most part still women). Just like you are ok with dating girls, and giving them a taste of romance hoping to get a fuck, so are gold-diggers (if they are attracted to you) ok with giving you a free ride, in hopes you like them enough to fall in their "graces". Crucial point: you can not have an inch of buthurtness about you. These women treat relationships more transactional than autistic guys - some actually are autistic or sociopaths.

Back to the story of this month's "love of my life". I had a conflict and went out with a coworker, so we didn't get to hook up. Fast forward 3 months, she asks where I am. I tell her the city and she askes me to fly her in. I laugh and tell her she should put it on ice, I'll come see her when I see her, her daddy isn't paying for a full flight just to get off. Sexy flirty, texts ensue - more to get her to feel the strength of my frame rather than for me to get jerk off material.

Technical tip: it's just push pull but initiated by the girl, any highschool chads know the play, girls game is super transparent and easy to turn on them: You let her think she is pulling you in, this gives them confidence... then push with silence and vacuum, this is like nitrous oxide injection into the female hamster. Apologize like a well raised polite young man and repeat until she is obsessed. Engage actively when she tries sexy stuff, but leave her without resolution one or two times.

Back to soft chocolate tits and I: Business did what business does and I was 3 months later back to Dubai to shake hands and look at PowerPoints in person. But to baby-girl's delight, this also meant she was finally able to seduce me and add me to "her roster" of white men that simp for her and beg her to let them eat her pussy and arse (common african boss girl fantasy funny enough - their real fantasy is doing the opposite).

Now this is personal stuff, we all have our 10 yard line winning tactics and strategy. If you don't - find one. Essentially you need to be able to reliably fuck the brains of any girl that comes to your home. Not saying you have to, or will most of the time, but you need to never go back and forth and talk about fucking with a 8+. You will lose that conversation. When 8+s go after a guy, there is no more game. No will they, won't they. No "you're beautiful" or "I'm so happy to see you like this". She is hot, she knows that, and she knows the only natural male reaction, the only acceptable alpha behavior is to get hard and smash her into the wall, flour, counter, carry her to bed and fuck her like a pornstar. Repeatedly if you can. While you start out, use toys, eat her out, "claw" her out. The only rules are it needs to be your frame: she is there for your pleasure. And she needs to love being in your frame: she needs to cum like a bitch in heat or at least have a roaring fun time - which if you're not naturally funny, it's harder than making her cum.

Now, being a respectful man, I did the above with the self entitled queen and turned her into my princess - before our first date, because she came to my apartment and she was hot. Neither of us wanted that. Maybe she was testing, maybe not. Who knows, nobody should care. She had an Uber wait for her in front of my apartment, so her game plan could go both ways. Entitled princesses work like that, both states of matter are true at the same time until she has to make a choice.

The point is, when she came over, our reptile brains were in sync. It felt wrong to not happen. That sums up awkwardness. If something is awkward, your reptile brain is disappointed in you because something brash should have been initiated. It's a status depressurization warning after the fact. Seal the leak captain, be a man, and do what needs to be done.

8 fun weeks later, and just 2 restaurant "dates"(on my card to be fair) later - she insisted we should be exclusive together, because she deserves a "serious" commitment, I told her I deserve her to lick my arse. We laughed, she called me a pig and she went from boss bitch to "maybe you do ;) " in a micro second. Because being in my frame with her having an arselicking role for her man, is more enjoyable than her being a boss bitch that gives relationship terms of service.

The crucial part is: me being HER MAN. And you will see sluts from third world countries specifically use the term MAN. I am not the most stoic, silent, big dick energy dude in the room. I am quite verbose as you can plainly see. But I never let a woman fuck herself over by her neuroticism and put on boss pants. To say it, is to make it true. If her anxiety is spoken and acknowledged, it becomes truth to her. It becomes the frame of the relationship. And this fuels even more anxiety as now, what she says matters at a existential level. Have fun making her brain feel sexy and pervy after 2 hours of that process.

I could have ran my game with all my friends. I have actually - I like arse licking jokes. But it never works. Because they expect me to be just a dude. You get the sex, but it's because of their ego or how they identify with themselves at any given time. If the girl is "feeling sluty" or being sluty is the socially correct way to behave - she opens her legs. If not, she doesn't. When a misogynist like me calls her out on being a slut - it's wrong. I am the enemy. You can't validate a slut joke publicly. That's below you and your inflated sense of identity. Kinda like club bros that take anything as disrespect and a opportunity to flex.

Now, BIG DISCLAIMER - not saying what's between me and Miss Nigeria 2018 is true love, or that we will marry or even last beyond next weeks pervy public grope. I am only saying - that because of the context where we met... a private hotel party where young women meet rich men. The frame was set that I am an asset. The follow up (egoless!!!) power denials, intentional or not - pushed that feeling of conquest even higher. And when all that came to multiple explosive resolutions - the definition of me being a "MAN" was cemented in her mind. She found herself dating UP - her hypergamy was satiated. This satiated hypergamy just make her much more fun to be around, she feels sexier and higher value if a high value dude is groping her.

If you even dipped your toe in college girls - as a middle age man, you get the same fluttery feeling in those girls. That's hypergamy, that's hypergamy working for you, doing your job. Doing what it's meant to. It's not women are bitches, they always want the next best thing. It's YOU ARE FUCKING IDIOTS for not aiming to be women's next best thing!!!

I can run the absolute exact same game with my IG friends - (pretty good photographer so I can swing for that fence easily). But because we are part of the same clique, same status - boy meets girl feminist rules apply. I am supposed to court, listen, support, pretend they are interesting, special or smart. Be mindful, jump based on her moral ques and never outstep bounds without a moraly gray social context, like a house party or being drunk. It's fucking madness. But not for you dear reader. Definitely for them... It takes a sociopathy's savage to achieve the status and body of a male that can trigger their hypergamic butterflies. But you, my patient red pill bruv - you are already someone else's peak SMV male. You just need to remove conditioning. ALL PUSSY FELLS THE SAME. Spend your time with the girls that are fun, that look up to you, that want you as a MAN.

<I know, if you are a loser right now, only trainwrecks fit this description, if that. But really just be put together, calm, respectful, but fit and take no BS - then go for the MILFs, the bartenders, the social workers, the medical staff, the coat checker girl - be a good branch and then let hypergamy girls swing to you. Leave Stacy behind. A toothless paraplegic will give amazing gummy head and have have a spectacularly soft and velvety vagina because of lack of motor nerve function>