This guy is the biggest beta in the world.  The majority of that post is a 1,600 word email from an extremely beta man, attempting to shame a woman for burning him by not returning his texts or calls – and yet at the same time ask her out on a date.  I thought I’d take some time to point out a few things you never want to do with a woman, because often times watching others fail can be your key to success.

I’m disappointed in you. I’m disappointed that I haven’t gotten a response to my voicemail and text messages.

Should have called once, left a simple message, and then filed her off in your roll-a-dex of poon.

FYI, I suggest that you keep in mind that emails sound more impersonal, harsher, and are easier to misinterpret than in-person or phone communication. After all, people can’t see someone’s body language or tone of voice in an email. I’m not trying to be harsh, patronizing, or insulting in this email. I’m honest and direct by nature, and I’m going to be that way in this email. By the way, I did a google search, so that’s how I came across your email.

Already apologizing to her?  Damn, son! Going for a world record with that one!  Also, guys:  Never mention the creepy google stalking.

I assume that you no longer want to go out with me. (If you do want to go out with me, then you should let me know.) I suggest that you make a sincere apology to me for giving me mixed signals. I feel led on by you.

This guy ignores the possibility that work got really busy for her and immediately jumps to her not wanting to see him again.  It is so needy that, at this point, even if she was planning on calling him, she isn’t anymore.  You feel led on by her?  So what!  Grow a pair of fucking balls and get over it, dude.  Remember guys: There are plenty of fish in the sea.  Don’t set your sights on just one.

You played with your hair a lot. A woman playing with her hair is a common sign of flirtation. You can even do a google search on it. When a woman plays with her hair, she is preening. I’ve never had a date where a woman played with her hair as much as you did. In addition, it didn’t look like you were playing with your hair out of nervousness.

You can even google it!  This guy named Johnny Wolf said its an “Indicator of Interest”.  I’m gaming you right now, don’t you want to put out? – On a related note, I’ll be writing a post on how I use game to run game and get a girl.  Until you learn how to do that, though, just assume she doesn’t want to know about game because – and this is important – it will seem very creepy to her.

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If you’re not interested in going out again, then I would have preferred if you hadn’t given those mixed signals. I feel led on. We have a number of things in common.

Obviously not.

I’ll name a few things: First, we’ve both very intelligent. Second, we both like classical music so much that we go to classical music performances by ourselves. In fact, the number one interest that I would want to have in common with a woman with whom I’m in a relationship is a liking of classical music. I wouldn’t be seriously involved with a woman if she didn’t like classical music. You said that you’re planning to go the NY Philharmonic more often in the future. As I said, I go to the NY Philharmonic often. You’re very busy. It would be very convenient for you to date me because we have the same interests. We already go to classical music performances by ourselves. If we go to classical music performances together, it wouldn’t take any significant additional time on your part.

“I’M ALREADY BUDGETING FOR OUR KIDS’ PRIVATE SCHOOL EXPENSES!”

According to the internet, you’re 33 or 32,

Cheese And Rice, dude! Stop with the internet creep show!

so, at least from my point of view, we’re a good match in terms of age. I could name more things that we have in common, but I’ll stop here. I don’t understand why you apparently don’t want to go out with me again. We have numerous things in common. I assume that you find me physically attractive. If you didn’t find me physically attractive, then it would have been irrational for you to go out with me in the first place.

Emphasis mine.  This guy exhibits classic beta behavior: Thinking like a man.  Understand, women don’t have the two or three switches guy’s have, they have a rationalization hamster that you need to get spinning before she can justify sleeping with you.  Your looks, while they can help, are not nearly as important as your confidence and your charisma.  Stop thinking like a man.

After all, our first date was not a blind date. You already knew what I looked like before our date. Perhaps, you’re unimpressed that I manage my family’s investments and my own investments. Perhaps, you don’t think I have a “real” job.

Instead of complaining, you should probably attempt to salvage the interaction by throwing out a DHV…

Well, I’ve done very well as an investment manager. I’ve made my parents several millions of dollars. That’s real money.

Oh! .. Shit! Well, good job!

That’s not monopoly money. In my opinion, if I make real money, it’s a real job.

Okay.. stop there.. just.. don’t derail this and you might have a shot.

Donald Trump’s children work for his company. Do they have “real” jobs? I think so. George Soros’s sons help manage their family investments. Do they have “real” jobs? I think so.

George Soros reference? Really? Well, at least you can’t fuck it up any harder than you already have, man.

I suggest that we continue to go out and see what happens. Needless to say, I find you less appealing now (given that you haven’t returned my messages) than I did at our first date. However, I would be willing to go out with you again.

I didn’t quote the entire email (because its fucking long and pretty much repeats over and over the same thing), but I did try and pull out the most beta parts.  This poor guy doesn’t have a shot anymore, this email made sure of that.  The way it reads makes you wonder just how many times he proofed it.  In his poor little butt-hurt mind, he thinks she’ll read this email, be overcome with shame at her bitchy ways and do one of two things: either

• Run into his arms, or
• Email him a teary-eyed apology letter.

Unfortunately, in the real world, neither of those will happen.  Instead, she’ll read this email off of her iPhone to her cackling cunt friends in starbucks who will then spend weeks mocking and berating this guy until finally his email gets forwarded to a large online publication where he will be publicly mocked for his beta behaviors.

You know, it amazes me that feminists will both simultaneously attempt to create a world of feminized beta males, and turn around and mock those very same males for being feminized betas.  Please, I urge you all, go read the entire email and write down everything he did wrong.   Do it in bullet point fashion!  And then, the next time you’re communicating to a woman via email, text, or phone, read over your list of shit to not do and save yourself some embarrassment.  It’s smart to learn from your own mistakes, it’s wise to learn from the mistakes of others.

We all know that guy, maybe his name is Stanley, maybe its Eric, or Stewart – but we all know that guy.  He’s the guy who will talk to you on and on about something you just don’t care about.  Maybe its not at work, maybe its a friend of a friend.  You go out with the guys, and we have to bring that one anti-social guy that one dude in your group is friends with (for some unknown reason) and all he wants to do is talk about World of Warcraft, and girls are icky, and for some reason it becomes the group’s mission to get this guy some pussy.  Maybe you’re walking through the mall and someone stops you to sell you something, or an insurance salesman shows up at your door and tries to force some life insurance down your throat, or you walk on a car lot because that Camaro looks sick as hell but here comes the overweight, way too pushy used-car salesman.

I have nicknamed this person Stanley.

You see, all of these people fit into a single archetype, a mold.  They all share a similar quality in that they will continue to talk to you about shit in which you have absolutely zero interest.  If they were to ask how much you cared about [specific subject], you would tell them that you gave precisely not a single damn.

You wish you were this awesome

But fear not, for I have come up with a solution for dealing with Stanley!

Walk Away.

That’s it.  Just walk away.  When the nerdy guy comes up to your group and starts over compensating for his normally anti-social behavior, walk off.  It may seem mean to do to that guy who just wants to have friends, but you can’t let him cock block you like that.  I’ve had sets ruined by that type of guy.

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Pushy used car salesman?  Just turn and walk off.  He’ll get over it, and maybe even thank you for not wasting his time test driving cars, asking about prices, and then giving him a fake number and leaving never to return (I swear I’ve never done that…).

Is a girl you aren’t sleeping with, and have zero interest in sleeping with, talking your ear off about something that happened at work, or what her boyfriend did the other day that was so cute, or how Jenny is such a bitch?

Just walk away.

The likely result is that the person will turn to the next nearest thing with a pulse, and continue on with their story seamlessly.  The absolute worst case scenario, as far as I can tell, is that the person will get mad at you and never talk to you again – which is still a win for you because you didn’t want to talk to them anyway.

I used to work with a girl who was a solid 326lbs at least, and she would always try and get flirty with me.  For the most part I just ignored her, but when work required I’d talk to her.  So one day I’m running something past my secretary before heading off to take a piss, and she comes meandering down the hall (lumbering down the hall, honestly) and looks up at me like some kind of sad, fat, caricature of a woman.  I finish up with my secretary and start down the hall (most of which she is consuming with her stomach’s considerable girth).  I reach her, and start to squeeze past and we have this exchange:

Moby Dick: “Hey [Alpha]….” :’( :’(Alpha: “Excuse me.”Moby Dick: “I’m… headed out of here…”Alpha: “Going home early?”Moby Dick: “Going home… Forever…”Alpha: “Quitting?”Moby Dick: “Yeah.. I’m just… I love the people here but… I’m just not hap-”Alpha: “K have a good one.”Moby Dick: “Oh.. yeah… you too.. hey, whats your number? Maybe we can get together some time?”-Backturn.  Walk away.-

So what is she doing today?  I have no idea.  Did she kill herself because I just walked away?  Probably not.  And even if she did take it that hard, which no one does, I really had to pee.  We all know the backturn is a powerful game concept that, when employed properly, amplifies attraction.  What we fail to realize is that the backturn works because it telegraphs value.  Hard.  It shows that you’re too busy/important/indifferent to be bothered with whatever they’re trying to bother you with.

When you use the backturn to diffuse attraction, instead of amplify it, it can be a powerful and fast acting social coagulant that will put an end to uncomfortable situations quick, fast, and in a hurry.  So next time you get corned by a Stanley and they just wont shut up or leave you alone, remember this post and execute the backturn like a champ.