My quality threshold took a dive when I was in Singapore. The city-state is virtually un-daygameable so I was left with the very poor second choices of nightgame and online game. The first I toyed with and found the usual high-investment waste of time, the second full of the usual timewasters and morons. I ended up using Tinder: the girls still messed round but much less than on dating websites and it was a lot easier to get them to meet up.
Sadly, when they did show up they were usually older and heavier than their pictures promised. I suggest to balance out this timewasting that men routinely set their income to “very high” and describe themselves as millionaires, after all with a proper non-equalist conversion it’s exactly the same behaviour. If questioned simply reply “oh I was a millionaire five years ago, but spent it by thirty”. Same same.
I didn’t get into game to shag nondescript post-30 women but I figure they’re like McDonalds: one now and again is convenience food: a grubby, greasy treat but you feel a bit guilty afterwards and certainly don’t want to be living off it. Roosh has a good post (which I can’t find) suggesting that quality is a product of volume, more or less. I think he’s kind of right… most guys I’ve seen with excessively high standards are simply avoidant, and it’s an early and straightforward weasel that a lot of players go through. She’s too fat. She’s too thin. She looks too ‘society girl’, ‘she looks too hipster’ etctera etcetera and guess what, the would be player goes home having approached almost no girls and having gotten nowhere. I’ve been out with daygamers whom after six hours of walking round central London have done one set and declared that no other girls meet their standards. Ridiculous.
I’ve decided that drilling a poor quality girl now and again will be a good idea and importantly keep the fuck-wheels turning. I’ll still be a guy who’s just gotten laid and hopefully be emitting the right kind of pheremones. I’ll regard my lay standard like an expensive gourmet sausage: the majority will be cuts of fresh, prime meat but it’ll still need some rusk in there for fibre.
Now I’d like to take this further and propose something bold. I would say that unless you’re getting hot girls effortlessly and on tap and unless your game is sort of ‘finished’ (i.e. you still have a lot to learn) then you should deliberately date lower quality girls now and again. The reason being that when you date a lower quality girl you often learn a tremendous amount of game that you will take longer to learn with hotter girls. Dating a pig or semi-pig you’ll have outcome independence; you won’t care whether you fuck her or not. You’ll be more cocky, less friendly and more pimpy. You might be a bit rude. You might boss her round a bit. You’ll at least try new things that with a super-hot lead you might not: because you’d value that lead too highly and be too afraid of losing her.
When I went on dates and the girls showed up and weren’t that hot my game was scorching. I was usually snogging them in under an hour. It makes me wonder how different my subcommunication is. I was cockier and less friendly. A bit more aloof and silent. I challenged them more, and importantly I had the rock-solid assumption that they inevitably thought I was sex on legs. They all tried little shit tests and challenges and I simply brushed them aside and kissed them. Within two hours I usually had them so hot I could have taken them in an alley and fucked them, or made a good attempt at trying.
You know your game is tight when you succeed in turning the girl into the chode. I was sitting with one girl in the park, rapidly escalating with eye contact and kino and the odd question. In reply to some teasing she blurted “men are just boys with grown up toys!” and smirked. Instantly all my attraction crashed to zero. As a quick side note of course there was some attraction, just not as much as with a truly hot girl. So anyway my attraction instantly vanished to be filled with anger and annoyance. And I didn’t care. My expression froze. I moved back and broke all kino. I stared at her. “You know what” I told her, my voice icy “that sounds like some feminist shit you’ve read on the internet and now spew out to make yourself sound clever. Will guess what, it actually just makes me intensly dislike you”. I wasn’t making it up, I was just speaking my mind and from a perspective of truly not caring about the notch. I continued, revelling in telling her the truth, “there I was, doing what a man should do, leading. I’d brought us here, I’d created a mood, we were in a little bubble and then pop! you go and say something like that”. I just looked at her. She shit herself. She started babbling and scrabbling, desperately trying to patch it up and make excuses, telling me she had indeed read it on the internet and thought it sounded clever and was so sorry for saying it. I suddenly realised something: she was the chode. I was the prize and she was the nervous chode, pulling over his (her) weight and desperate to score. Jesus, is this how girls feel on most dates?
I’m not like this with hotter girls. I’m too outcome dependent. I’m more cautious. If I could be like that I’d probably screw a lot more hotter women. The good thing is that there is carry over. I can look back to how I felt and how I acted when at the pig farm and then deconstruct that and try and replicate it with hotter girls. I can cast my mind back and remember my state and my attitude and focus on it.
So my argument is thus: don’t be squeamish at slipping a sub-par girl into your diet semi-frequently. Nothing teaches you how to act with 9’s like going on dates with 6’s that you don’t care about fucking.