Much of the value of learning Game is gaining greater social awareness. When your eyes are opened to certain truths– that all interactions are value transactions, that our relative status is embedded into every conversation, that every woman’s subconscious is constantly analyzing relative value, status, and social position– you learn to operate from a place of greater influence. The fact that you can see human society for its most honest, bare elements affords you more power than those who float by on the surface level.
A huge part of your arsenal is being mindful of the way women assess men based on association, also known as “social proof.” This term is often used interchangeably with “preselection,” but they are actually two different concepts. I would define preselection as a subcategory of social proof.
Social proof encompasses all added or subtracted value a person can derive from their social status. This includes wealth, influence, and affiliations with other people (friends, connections, romantic interests, etc.). Preselection would be the very latter part of that definition; it is the type of social proof wherein a lot of girls want to hop on your bone.
Preselection is the most potent form of social proof.
On the flip side, you also have to watch out for negative social proof. This can be anything that lowers your value, embarrassing you and making you seem less cool. Once you start paying attention and understanding social interactions, you’ll realize intuitively what raises and lowers value. Recently I was able to use my ability to “see the Matrix” to avoid a sticky situation while out on a Thursday night:
After getting the weirdest handjob of my life from The Imp a couple weeks ago, I figured I might as well seal the deal and add one more notch to my collection, since I had already gotten 90% of the way there.
So on this fateful night, we make plans to grab drinks in Hollywood when I get off work. Unsurprisingly, I end up stuck at work until around 9:30 even though I had planned to meet up with The Imp at 8. After a quick stop at Chick-Fil-A, I’m fueled up and ready to hit the bar.
I get inside and The Imp is nowhere to be found. I make eye contact with a cute, curvy little blond girl sitting at the end of the bar, and she stands up to make room for me to order, smiling. Her name is… Baby Cologne.
The reason I call her this is because she has a really high-pitched voice (sounding like a baby), plus she literally wears Johnson’s Baby Cologne, which I didn’t even know existed before. She plays up the baby thing to “influence men” (her own words), but she also can shake her ass like a dirty ho*.
*Just how I like it.
So I start talking to Baby Cologne, and she likes me right away. I don’t immediately realize it, but I might be the best-looking guy in the bar, in the sense that everyone else is a shady-looking biker or dirty gang member.
This doesn’t really sink in, and I proceed with my standard game: Teasing her, giving her obvious bullshit answers (“What do you do?” “I’m a bean farmer.”), acting aloof. The problem is, I already had social value. All I needed to do was seem “cool” and skip further along to the rapport-building stage of seduction.
It’s funny how obvious women’s brain processes are once you learn to look at them clearly. I could see her mind going a hundred miles an hour trying to decide if I was a high-value guy or not. She finally blurts out, “I don’t know whether I like your personality or not.”
Some people might take offense to this or call it a shit test. I just think it is the most honest thing she could have possibly said– she literally stated her mind. I don’t let it bother me, but I start getting more real, and bringing the conversation down to Earth.
Here’s Where It Gets Tricky
After talking to Baby Cologne and her group for about 20 minutes, The Imp texts me and tells me to come meet her at the bar next door. I figure I might as well still close that deal, so I get Baby Cologne’s number and say goodnight. She seems pretty into me, and I even tease her about leaning toward never calling her again, but taking the number just in case.
I leave to find The Imp, and as I’m walking down the street, she texts me and says now she’s in the bar I just left.
I text her back and tell her to come outside and meet me. She says no.
I spend a solid minute deliberating, wondering if I should just go home. But I ultimately decide to go in and try to follow through on the “sure thing” I came there for.
As soon as I get inside, I realize what a colossal mistake that was.
The Imp is worse than ever, an ugly little monster drunk and high off her ass, screaming incoherent things at people and repulsing everyone. I walk up to her to say hi and she gives me a half-hearted hug, before turning around and ignoring me. I stand there for a minute looking like a chump. Really? This girl is gonna disrespect me?
I see Baby Cologne and her friends two feet away, staring at me. At this point I know I need to do some damage control. The Imp is not a reasonable prospect anymore; might as well pick up the pieces with Baby Cologne. This is where social awareness really becomes useful.
I reposition myself with Baby Cologne’s group. They immediately shit-test me because of my decreased social value (through associating with The Imp).
“So… that’s the date you were meeting here?”
You’re allowed to explain yourself if you can do it convincingly.
“It wasn’t a date… I met her once last week at a concert and she invited me out to drink tonight.”
“I know, she’s fucking crazy. I think she’s high on like six different things right now. She’s annoying as fuck, too.”
They laugh. I’m back in the fold.
If I had stayed by The Imp’s side and continued my social association with her, you can bet Baby Cologne would have blocked my number the first time I ever called or texted.
After jumping back to the right ship, I hung out with Baby Cologne’s group of four attractive girls for another hour, even dancing with them when the music got going.
At the end of the night, I said bye to Baby Cologne again. Then after Baby Cologne and one friend went to their car, one of her remaining friends came up to me and talked about how we were neighbors, and she “wanted to see me again…” She probably phrased it in an even more sexual way than I’m even describing. I gave her my number and she called me immediately so I’d have hers. She’s not as hot as Baby Cologne, though, so I’m not messing with her until the main event plays out.
It’s been about two weeks now, and Baby Cologne and I have talked on the phone once, and texted about hanging out a few times that haven’t panned out. She is a bit flakey, but as of tonight we made plans to hang out Friday. We’ll see if it comes to pass.
Check back on Monday for my weekly recap post and find out…