Jacking Off Into Socks (AKA: It Doesn’t Matter)

Jesus Wept.

A lot of the “PUA” guys have been having all sorts of discussions on Twitter lately, and usually I like that.

“Guy’s swapping notes.” But lately it’s been shit like what you are seeing above.

The difference between the Mystery Method and the London Daygame Model (LDM). All the jargon. Neg’s, sets, IOI’s, and of course, theories, such as the r/K theory. None of that shit matters.

Back to Rule Zero: @RuleZeroDad aka Chest Rockwell said it and I’m most likely going to murder it, but here goes:

Did it get you laid or not? Do you want to get laid or not? (Sorry Chest if I fucked this one up.)

That’s how I look at it at least, did it get me laid or not? If yes, do it again. If no, then modify it until it gets you laid or throw it out and try something else.

I realize that everyone has to start somewhere. You can’t run before you learn to walk, or in some cases, until you crawl. That’s why I cropped out and modified names that were mentioned in the above pictures. I don’t want to dissuade anyone from wanting to learn “Game” in order to get laid. I’m not trying to shit on anyone, I’m really not, but it’s shit like the above that I have learned is an absolute time waster.

At the same time, the author of those tweets missed the point entirely. He claims he’s “intermediate on the cusp of advanced daygame.” Dude, no you are not. You are jacking off into socks if you are worried about r/K theory. r/K theory isn’t stopping you from getting laid. You are stopping you from getting laid. You aren’t “intermediate on the cusp to advanced” of anything except maybe LARPing.

I’m not a PUA, never claimed I was, and I fully understand what r/K theory is. When you are face-to-face with a woman, none of that shit matters. It doesn’t matter if she’s “r selecting” or “K selecting.” Is she there in front of you? Yes? Good. She’s interested. Don’t fuck it up and step on your own dick with r/K theory and trying to read her mind.

Where this guy is fucking up is he hasn’t built enough comfort yet. He hasn’t demonstrated that he won’t murder her, rape her, stalk her, or wear her as a skin suit. Or he’s coming off as a douchebag who just wants to stick his meat in a warm hole, any hole for that matter. He’s either acting desperate or creepy, or he’s objectifying her before he acknowledges that she’s a human being and a woman. If he showed her that he’s “sane” he wouldn’t be getting nearly the resistance that he’s been getting. That’s my two cents based off of the above tweets.

Here’s something I’ve learned from meeting a lot of women over the last few years:

Women don’t want to get raped, murdered, stalked, or turned into a skin suit. They don’t want to meet up, date, or fuck creeps, weirdos, or douchebags. So don’t exhibit any behaviors that show any of those traits. Be attractive, don’t be unattractive.

Be “cool.” Be “confident.” Be the guy who “gets it.” Most importantly, be the guy who is SANE.

I don’t do a lot of street approaches or bar approaches. Most of the women I have met, I met online. If she matches with me I start off polite. I treat her like a human being. I treat her like a woman. She knows I want to fuck her, all the guys she’s talking to or dealing with want to fuck her, that’s old news. But most guys come off either creepy/thirsty/weird/desperate. Or they come off as arrogant douchebags who only want to come in a wet hole. I treat her like a human being. I don’t bring up sex unless she brings it up, and if or when she brings it up, I always dial it back a notch from her level.

The Tao of Steve comes to mind once again:

  1. Be Desireless. (There’s always another woman. If this one won’t, another one will.) I enter every engagement with a woman with this “mindset.” If she’s not interested in me, or maybe she was and then changes her mind, no big deal, there’s always another woman.)
  2. Be Excellent. I’m polite. I know how to use humor. (It’s my greatest weapon in my “arsenal.” I don’t “neg” too much and when I do, it’s always gently.) I type in full sentences and I know a little bit about a lot of things. It shows her that I’m intelligent and I stay current with things going on around me.
  3. Be Gone. I keep the texts relatively short.

I do this as well when I’m in-person. I don’t care if she stays or goes, I continue my teasing, bantering, and flirting. I keep doing the “excellent thing.” I keep the initial meet up short, unless she wants to come home with me.

I have a belief that if I can get her off the couch, out of the house, and get her in front of me, her ass is mine. More often than not, that ends up being the case.

Believe it or not guys, most women lead pretty boring lives. They work, maybe raise children, sometimes hang out with friends or family, and they sit on their couches or lie in their beds, watching Netflix. Don’t let Instagram fool you.

If I can get her out of the house, she’s already somewhat interested and invested. The whole, “A body in motion tends to stay in motion, and a body at rest tends to stay at rest” is applicable here. She’s already showing me interest and some investment because she fucking showed up.

From there, I move to the next “step,” which is she either asks me “what I’m looking for”, or I ask her.

Understand this: I don’t care what she’s looking for. And if I ask her, she has no idea what she’s looking for, not really. She’ll give me her “Christmas list,” which you are all too familiar with, I’m sure. What I am doing is creating the opportunity to give my “pitch.” I’m “putting my dick on the table.” I’m offering her an Invitation, and nothing more. She can either accept my Invitation or reject it. I will have an answer from her, one way or another, within about a minute of me making my offer.

If she rejects my offer, I tell her: “That’s too bad. We could have had a lot of fun, but I understand. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. Thank you for meeting up with me and thank you for your time. I hope you find what you are looking for.” I mean all of it. I’m not angry, butthurt, mad, or sad. A little disappointed maybe, but that’s about it. Because there is always another woman. And then I say my goodbyes and I leave.

If she accepts, then we both move forward from there. She knows where I stand, she has an idea of what is in store for her, and we carry on.

Going back to what I said earlier about everyone has to start somewhere:

I get it. I had to start somewhere too. Jargon, lingo, and theories aren’t it. Worrying about which model of “pickup” is the “best” or most appropriate isn’t the answer. That’s just jacking off into socks. Do whatever works.

The “number close,” the “kiss close,” the “dry humping her leg while I run my hand over the top of her bra close” aren’t goals. They are just “markers” or “guideposts,” and nothing more.

Guys have waged debates over getting or giving the phone number. I say do whatever works with that given woman in that given situation. Sometimes I gave them my number, sometimes I asked for their number, sometimes they gave me their number unsolicited. That’s not a goal. That’s just a marker.

What I care about are only two things:

Does she show up?

Do I get laid?

That’s it.

The only “marker” or “guidepost” that I’m curious about is the kiss. I want to kiss her on the first meet up and so I make that happen. Why do I do that?

Because it tells me if she’s interested in me or not. And it tells me what kind of a kisser she is. Kissing is important to me. I don’t want a peck on the cheek, but I don’t want her to lick me like a dog either. If the kiss falls “flat,” or it feels like I’m kissing a relative, I know she’s not that into me. If she licks me like a dog or slobbers all over me, she may be either inexperienced, or she’s a loose cannon. Or maybe she’s desperate. I don’t know and I don’t care. I can’t read her mind and I’m not going to speculate. It just doesn’t work for me. I want slow, sensual, and passionate. That matters more to me than how she fucks. “Average” sex can be compensated by great kissing, at least to me. But you guys do you, fill your boots.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it yet again:

What do you want?

Do you want to get caught up with jacking off into socks on the internet with “models, theories, and jargon?” Or do you want to meet up with a woman and get laid? Narrow it down. Cut the wheat from the chaff. Stop making shit more complicated than it needs to be. Filter out the noise. Don’t get caught up in the minutiae and the details. Decide for yourselves what matters and what you want.

As a last note about the above screenshots:

If they guy who wrote them was paying another man to “teach” him and this is what he got in return? I would want a refund. It’s all bullshit and it doesn’t matter.

And on a final note:

Here’s “Rob’s Model of Picking Up Women:”

I’m Desireless. There’s always another woman.

We “match” if online, or we have a short conversation if I meet her in real life.

I treat her like a woman and a human being.

I’m Excellent. I show her by how I communicate that I know a little about a lot of things. I inject humor where I can. I tease her lightly. I build comfort and show her that I’m not creepy, weird, a murderer, or a douchebag. I know how to talk. I’m “socially fluent.”

I “make my pitch.” I “put my dick on the table.” I offer her my Invitation. She either accepts it or not. Either way is fine by me. I don’t make apologies about who I am or what I want. I don’t “hide my dick.” I’m honest about it. I have no shame or guilt about it.

I’m Gone. She’s either coming with me, or I’m moving on to the next woman.

That’s it in a nutshell. That’s the Tao of Steve.

Nowhere in there is r/K theory, Mystery Method, LDM, “Red Pill,” “PUA” of any “level,” or jargon. Nowhere in there is “looks maxxing,” “wealth maxxing,” or whatever other bullshit you have filling your head. All of that shit makes you look creepy, weird, possibly a murderer, or at least, a douchebag.

I get it. We all start somewhere. I did too. I did all of that shit that was screenshotted, and more. None of that shit matters. All that matters is, did she meet up with you, face to face? Did you get laid?

So be Desireless, be Excellent, and be Gone.

One thought on “Jacking Off Into Socks (AKA: It Doesn’t Matter)

  1. Jacking off into socks, now there’s a blast from the past! Love it. The funny thing is this stuff works with female co-workers even if you aren’t trying to fuck them. I am happily married, but as a married guy it’s still fun to push the envelope and flirt. Using the advice you give guys works Rob. People put way too much thought into this shit. It also makes the wife try harder. The other day my wife texted me, several times… I wasn’t looking at my phone. The last text said, “If this was (younger female co-worker) you would have answered. When I saw it, I just texted back, “You’re right”. No apology, no trying to make up for it. My wife is not the jealous type, never has been. But that night she put on one of her best bedroom performances in a while. Kinda made me laugh afterwards and I pointed it out to her. She just asked, “Did it work?” Rob, this shit is easy if guys would just lighten the fuck up.

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