Theresa is the wealthy woman who lives over an hour away. I wrote about my date with her here.
We’ve been texting a bit today. I’m making a half-assed attempt to convince to drive down here again tomorrow. I want to see how this plays out. The solipsism is strong with this one.
Her: I’m making some baked Brie with apricots.
Me: Nice, bring it down here!
Her: You have transportation, lol
Me: Yeah, but my town is much better than your town.
Her: NO, IT’S NOT. I’m not there. Haha
Me: I see you’ve got that low self esteem issue under control.
Her: What’s the matter? I’ll let you touch the goddess. You will have abundant energy for life on earth. Lol. Flippin Aphrodite here.
Me: I’m Zeus… godlike in my powers.
That stymied her. No point even acknowledging her self-pedestalization.
A few minutes later, this ensues:
Her: What are you doing?
Me: Collecting lightning bolts to hurl at you mere mortals.
If I’m going to demonstrate my higher value, I might as well go big. Irrational self-confidence and all. Thanks Roissy!
The rest of the texting was inconsequential and I still don’t know if she’s coming down tomorrow. Meh. In looking back at those series of texts, I feel so juvenile.
Update this evening – This texting ensues:
Her: Check out the red moon
Me: I’m about to take a walk and oogle girls. I will check out the moon, too
It’s always good to let them know about potential competition.
There is some additional texting about the moon. A few minutes pass. Then, comes this:
Her: Next Saturday night I am coming down there and you are taking me clubbing. Dancing. I buy. Need to go out and get stupid. Safe company.
Me: But I’m not that safe.
Her: Taxi.
She completely misunderstood my comment about being safe. If she’s coming down here on a Saturday night, I’m going to seduce her. The “safe company” remark is a step towards the FriendZone. Homey don’t play that shit any more.
My last text to her:
No flaking out. That’s a Private Man rule.
She hasn’t responded to that yet.
80% chance she flakes.
Twenty
/ March 20, 2011Me: No. Busy.
There’s so much wrong with her text I don’t know where to begin. The declarative statements. The demands. The I-want-I-want-I-want. The FriendZone. Uhg.
theprivateman
/ March 20, 2011Oh, she’s one of the worst entitlement queens (too old to be a princess) I have run across in a long time. My strategy will to be to neg hard and do the DHV thing constantly in all of our communications. This is going to be excellent Game practice for me, asshole and aloof Game of course.
For starters, I will have her call me “Zeus” rather than my real name.
As for her nickname, I need to think on that. Whatever that nickname might be, I will use it publicly with her.
Paige
/ March 20, 2011LOL. I am glad I am already married because I would totally do that but in a slightly less demanding way. I don’t have the patience to wait for a guy to ask me out.
“I had a really rough week would you be so kind as to take me to a club this weekend?”
NMH
/ March 20, 2011One of the things I have learned is that when a woman invites you to go out clubbing with her, it may not be so much because she thinks of this as a date, but because she wants to “party” (ie drink alot, dance, and flirt with guys) and have you there as a bodyguard in case things get ugly.
About 15 years ago, when I truley didn’t understand women, a married female friend invited me to go out to clubs with her so she good photograph patrons for a photography show she was presenting. She didnt invite her bread winning husband, but the clueless poor but tall guy instead. One bar we went to was full of thuggish characters and she photographed one of them; he demanded her camera to yank out the film. She yelled at him and ran, and I did absolutely nothing but stood there.
Afterwards, it was clear she was angry at me for not defending her, but now I realize my lack of response was the best thing I could have done and may have saved my life. I wouldn’t have had a chance having it out with a seasoned thug.
I have little sympathy for women who are angry that we objectify them for their looks when they objectify us as bodyguards. And that’s just the beginning of how female objectify men.
theprivateman
/ March 20, 2011“One of the things I have learned is that when a woman invites you to go out clubbing with her, it may not be so much because she thinks of this as a date, but because she wants to “party” (ie drink alot, dance, and flirt with guys) and have you there as a bodyguard in case things get ugly.”
I think there is a strong element of this. Of course, I will be in control of where we go so I’m not worried about going to anywhere where risk to personal safety is present.
Given her nervous energy, un-focused conversations, and general ditzyness, I am thinking that she will have little impulse control if she’s even a little drunk. This could be fun or a total nightmare.
I’m going to run some aloof game on her for the next couple of days. If she texts, I won’t respond for hours, if at all. The same goes for any Facebook messages she might send me.
Anyway, 80% chance she flakes.
collegeslacker
/ March 20, 2011I loved that collecting lightning bolts text, solid. I laughed out loud.
Going maximum asshole and aloof on these kinds of girls is fun, no doubt. I like to make it a game of sorts. But it gets real old real fast.
theprivateman
/ March 20, 2011It’s exhausting! I don’t follow asshole Game with aloof Game as a defined tactic. It’s simply because my psyche is tired from being an asshole and I need to retreat.
I actually find Game to be a very fatiguing exercise. I am not a natural by any stretch and so the interactions with conscience Game hurt my brain. I actually prefer texting and emails because I have some time to consider my responses. In person Game requires me to expend much intellectual energy when I must be laser focused and quick witted.
Confession: I don’t want to become an genuine asshole by practicing too much asshole Game. Roissy and Roosh, take note.
NMH
/ March 20, 2011Maybe you have my problem: I am an INTJ and naturally I am the antithesis of game. To be comfortable with game you may have to be the opposite personality, like ESFP–it’s tough to change who you naturally are, its like you’re acting.
All this to find love, or a reasonable surrogate. Pffft.