This didn't seem to garner much attention elsewhere, so I'll post it here.
OK, I went to an expat bar in Bastille. Early going was terrible but as the night went on things just went crazy. A little too crazy in fact, because I found ways to cockblock myself being too alpha and too beta! FUCKFUCKFUCK.
Let's take the two sets that were highly noteworthy.
Set one was three Brazilian girls out with their brother. i assume this was some dumbass Latino parent thing where they believed that the presence of their brother would protect them from men of ill repute. Fat lot of good that did -- he practically winged me toward his sisters!!
Anyhoo, as the night went on, on got too drunk, to put it politely. It's the first time I haven't had to worry about wrecking my car in years,and frankly i went waaaaay overboard.
With the Brazilian girls, I'm almost 100% certain I needed to be more alpha. Of course, being from a redneck part of the country, it's hard for me, culturally, to push up on a girl while her brother is standing there. That's some old social programming to overcome, because in my world pushing up on a guy's sisterin front of him can end in a fistfight or gun play.
As I got super crazy, this French chick who looks like a 70s punk rock groupie, started pushing up hard while I was still working the Brazilian girls. And I started pulling in hard. And she was going nuts for the whole "I love America, are you from New York." Even after I told her where I was from, she wouldn't lay off it. So, I told her I lived close to new York, becuase that was obviously the fantasy she wanted and fuck it for once I got to be the fantasy for the girl.
In the midst of all this groping and grinding she asks me if I want to try her drink. Minding you I'm in full alpha drunk mode at this point. So, I swigged the entire thing. She didn't really get pissed, but she asked several times thar I replace her drink. I told her she shouldn't have offered. After several tries -- because, again, she was really locked in on this fantasy of fucking a guy from New York -- she eventually realized I was being an irredeemable bully and went back to hang out with her guy friends from their Ramones tribute band poster.
As I sit her vaguely sober, I realized rather abruptly that I was too alpha. I went from playful aggression to downright bully. Worse, I waved off almost five minutes of her giving me openings to make it right, simply because I was super drunk and so involved in being drunkenly alpha that I whiffed on all the signs.
Here's my big question:
With these Parisian girls, I have some fucked up form of mad game. I mean, pure, natural, not even fucking trying game. I was walking around Paris in my fucking jeans and Carhardts, dripping in sweat from walking five hundred fucking miles with all the clothes (I'm a big guy, a 22 inch neck, 54 chest, 42 inch waist -- I am still not convinced anywhere in Paris has clothes for me), high-end laptop (expensive i7 for analytics that I run -- it weighs a metric fuckton) an my camera equipment (because it's Paris, motherfucker, and I will tourist the shit out of this place). And every woman in Paris was eyeing me.
Am I some weird sort of exotic in Paris? I mean, I'm a 260-ish pound white guy with an NFL build. Here in the states I constantly get asked, when I'm in full suit, if I'm a bouncer, the owner, if I;m mobbed up, etc.
A Europeanguy I met tonight contributed to a theory I'm forming -- he says it's pure bad boy biker lust. That because I am big, and I have the really red redneck skincolor, and the long blond hair, and the facial hair, that no amount of nice clothes covers up the fantasy of mounting a big, rugged, violent American guy. I think I have uncovered the white equivalent of gangsta game.
(Bonus social game win -- I have a place to stay in Prague thanks to the bikers he knows there!!!)
I had been working from the theory that I'm simply the physically biggest dude in Paris. In two, going on three, days, I can count on one hand the number of guys I've seen who could offer me a fair fight in single combat. I think because everyone in Paris is so goddamned skinny, there's some serious DHV to be had for those who have a protein surplus and some weights to work.
Whatever it is, it weirded me out, because I've been reading nothing but bad reviews about Paris. That the women are cold, they don'tengage. That you have to social game them to death and to approach them indirect.
But, here's what also gets me -- here's where I need feedback. In the US the aggressive "I drink your milkshake" trickworks llike gang busters. First off, there's some sort of DHV from the aggressive swig of alcohol. Second, a lot of American women want to be shoved to the ground and have their hair pulled by a big scary man. I knew a woman a couple years ago, pre-game, who I broke up with because she wanted me to break her skin open beating her. I mean, on some levels, American feminism has left American females downright fucking deranged.
It's clear that while the French girl liked the big, scary American, she didn't enjoy the consequences of the aggression. And that bothers the fuck out of me, because all this natural game I have here might go to no use if I can't dial it back at the moment it becomes too much for the French girls.
Also, all the stupid game materials have beaten it into my head that you never ever buy a girl a drink. That it's beta. That it's a shit test. That girls try to sucker you into buying drinks so they can cruise for free.
All I had to do was replace her fucking drink and I'd be filing a field report about clumsy drunken sex with a punked out French girl!!!
FUCKFUCKFUCK.
Like I said, not alpha enough with Brazilian girls. Admittedly, the French girl really jumped in hard when she saw the escalation begin. So, I can't judge that interaction in isolation. Then I was way too alpha and way to drunk and stupid and inflexible with the French girl. I mean, that girl so wanted to fuck me she was basically repeating the entire diagram over and over so she could do it.
One more issues with the French girls -- WTF is with them bringing a male friend out to dance with, even though they're not fucking him?! The 70s punk girl I totally missed in the first survey of the bar because I thought she was fucking married to her Johnnie Rotten clone of a friend.
Could someone please explain to the French girls if they're going to go to an expat bar, they need to play by expat rules. That means leave the fucking sausage at home.
I assume this is one of those weird beta male weak provider shit tricks that apparently all non-American girls pull. I remember reading something about Brazilian girls doing this. I completely missed that French girls do it.
Anyhoo . . . brutal acts of self-cockblocking nothwithstanding, Paris fucking rocks!!!!!!!! Any city still serving booze with a side of foreigner lust at 5am is a winner in my book.
OK, I went to an expat bar in Bastille. Early going was terrible but as the night went on things just went crazy. A little too crazy in fact, because I found ways to cockblock myself being too alpha and too beta! FUCKFUCKFUCK.
Let's take the two sets that were highly noteworthy.
Set one was three Brazilian girls out with their brother. i assume this was some dumbass Latino parent thing where they believed that the presence of their brother would protect them from men of ill repute. Fat lot of good that did -- he practically winged me toward his sisters!!
Anyhoo, as the night went on, on got too drunk, to put it politely. It's the first time I haven't had to worry about wrecking my car in years,and frankly i went waaaaay overboard.
With the Brazilian girls, I'm almost 100% certain I needed to be more alpha. Of course, being from a redneck part of the country, it's hard for me, culturally, to push up on a girl while her brother is standing there. That's some old social programming to overcome, because in my world pushing up on a guy's sisterin front of him can end in a fistfight or gun play.
As I got super crazy, this French chick who looks like a 70s punk rock groupie, started pushing up hard while I was still working the Brazilian girls. And I started pulling in hard. And she was going nuts for the whole "I love America, are you from New York." Even after I told her where I was from, she wouldn't lay off it. So, I told her I lived close to new York, becuase that was obviously the fantasy she wanted and fuck it for once I got to be the fantasy for the girl.
In the midst of all this groping and grinding she asks me if I want to try her drink. Minding you I'm in full alpha drunk mode at this point. So, I swigged the entire thing. She didn't really get pissed, but she asked several times thar I replace her drink. I told her she shouldn't have offered. After several tries -- because, again, she was really locked in on this fantasy of fucking a guy from New York -- she eventually realized I was being an irredeemable bully and went back to hang out with her guy friends from their Ramones tribute band poster.
As I sit her vaguely sober, I realized rather abruptly that I was too alpha. I went from playful aggression to downright bully. Worse, I waved off almost five minutes of her giving me openings to make it right, simply because I was super drunk and so involved in being drunkenly alpha that I whiffed on all the signs.
Here's my big question:
With these Parisian girls, I have some fucked up form of mad game. I mean, pure, natural, not even fucking trying game. I was walking around Paris in my fucking jeans and Carhardts, dripping in sweat from walking five hundred fucking miles with all the clothes (I'm a big guy, a 22 inch neck, 54 chest, 42 inch waist -- I am still not convinced anywhere in Paris has clothes for me), high-end laptop (expensive i7 for analytics that I run -- it weighs a metric fuckton) an my camera equipment (because it's Paris, motherfucker, and I will tourist the shit out of this place). And every woman in Paris was eyeing me.
Am I some weird sort of exotic in Paris? I mean, I'm a 260-ish pound white guy with an NFL build. Here in the states I constantly get asked, when I'm in full suit, if I'm a bouncer, the owner, if I;m mobbed up, etc.
A Europeanguy I met tonight contributed to a theory I'm forming -- he says it's pure bad boy biker lust. That because I am big, and I have the really red redneck skincolor, and the long blond hair, and the facial hair, that no amount of nice clothes covers up the fantasy of mounting a big, rugged, violent American guy. I think I have uncovered the white equivalent of gangsta game.
(Bonus social game win -- I have a place to stay in Prague thanks to the bikers he knows there!!!)
I had been working from the theory that I'm simply the physically biggest dude in Paris. In two, going on three, days, I can count on one hand the number of guys I've seen who could offer me a fair fight in single combat. I think because everyone in Paris is so goddamned skinny, there's some serious DHV to be had for those who have a protein surplus and some weights to work.
Whatever it is, it weirded me out, because I've been reading nothing but bad reviews about Paris. That the women are cold, they don'tengage. That you have to social game them to death and to approach them indirect.
But, here's what also gets me -- here's where I need feedback. In the US the aggressive "I drink your milkshake" trickworks llike gang busters. First off, there's some sort of DHV from the aggressive swig of alcohol. Second, a lot of American women want to be shoved to the ground and have their hair pulled by a big scary man. I knew a woman a couple years ago, pre-game, who I broke up with because she wanted me to break her skin open beating her. I mean, on some levels, American feminism has left American females downright fucking deranged.
It's clear that while the French girl liked the big, scary American, she didn't enjoy the consequences of the aggression. And that bothers the fuck out of me, because all this natural game I have here might go to no use if I can't dial it back at the moment it becomes too much for the French girls.
Also, all the stupid game materials have beaten it into my head that you never ever buy a girl a drink. That it's beta. That it's a shit test. That girls try to sucker you into buying drinks so they can cruise for free.
All I had to do was replace her fucking drink and I'd be filing a field report about clumsy drunken sex with a punked out French girl!!!
FUCKFUCKFUCK.
Like I said, not alpha enough with Brazilian girls. Admittedly, the French girl really jumped in hard when she saw the escalation begin. So, I can't judge that interaction in isolation. Then I was way too alpha and way to drunk and stupid and inflexible with the French girl. I mean, that girl so wanted to fuck me she was basically repeating the entire diagram over and over so she could do it.
One more issues with the French girls -- WTF is with them bringing a male friend out to dance with, even though they're not fucking him?! The 70s punk girl I totally missed in the first survey of the bar because I thought she was fucking married to her Johnnie Rotten clone of a friend.
Could someone please explain to the French girls if they're going to go to an expat bar, they need to play by expat rules. That means leave the fucking sausage at home.
I assume this is one of those weird beta male weak provider shit tricks that apparently all non-American girls pull. I remember reading something about Brazilian girls doing this. I completely missed that French girls do it.
Anyhoo . . . brutal acts of self-cockblocking nothwithstanding, Paris fucking rocks!!!!!!!! Any city still serving booze with a side of foreigner lust at 5am is a winner in my book.