VK,

I took your advice and suited up, invested in 2 suits, getting tons of IOIs from professional career women, which have turned to # closes. I have a couple of dates lined up in the next couple of weeks. Now the problem is I get the impression from the description of their professions (attorneys, docs, premeds) that they definitely make more bank than me. Do you ever bring up the issue of financial incompatibility especially when the woman makes more than the man? I know it does not matter if you are looking for a ONS or a casual hookup. But what if they are LTR material?

This is a very valid question and one I faced A LOT coming up in the game. Like I’ve often said you don’t need to be rich to pull chicks but it sure doesn’t hurt. When you first start out a few years out of college and learn game you’ll quickly be able to pull higher tier women a little bit older than you a little bit more accomplished in their careers. Also another fact is that game works the best on attorneys, docs, premeds, but more on that later. I used to be on a date sweating because the woman in front of me was a lawyer for some government agency or managed a team for some finance company and what if this first date turns into a third and we go the distance and she figures out I’m a complete sham and dumps me. You’d think once you get a little older that this fear will go away but again because of better game you’ll end up dating women outside of your pay scale. Besides that you never know when your company will stab you in the back and a new cunt boss fires you without reason and you find yourself suddenly out of work (like myself last year)

With that said if you do find yourself in a potential LTR how do you handle the woman making more money than you. Like a fucking alpha. There’s a two fold way of doing this. First off early in the relationship be honest and straight up. Maybe you’re broke and out of a job or young and don’t make that much money explain the situation. But do it in a way that let’s her know you’re alpha.

“Hey, I don’t make that much money right now (or I just lost my job) so I can’t be going to fancy dinners and on expensive dates. If that’s the kind of guy you’re looking for then maybe you should be with someone else”

You say it stern and without a hint of remorse. How a female will translate that line above in girl speak is, “if you’re a gold digger and all you care about is money instead of me then go find a sugar daddy”. No girl wants to think of herself as a gold digger and you’re directly challenging her if she is or isn’t. Another thing that’s being implied is that if she doesn’t want your broke low income ass other women do.

Now once you set this frame up and put it on the table the second step is to run normal alpha game. Be elusive, hold back a little on emotional commitment, still fuck her like it’s your last night on earth when you do see her. What you will soon find is that this woman who makes more money than you will start spending some of it to have your alpha company around! She wants to try that new romantic fancy restaurant she read about she’ll take you and pay. Her girls are having a couples night somewhere and other boyfriends will be there, guess who’ll pay for you. She wants you to come see her but your gas money is shorter than a midget in a pot hole. She’s got you. If she’s addicted to your alpha there’s nothing she won’t do or pay for to keep it around. Imagine if you were dating a 10 a Kate Upton if you will who was in college and didn’t have any money. What would you pay to be scene with her in public? Exactly. Alpha= 10 = Kate Upton

But it’s more than that in a LTR where the woman is making more money than the man. Women even if they don’t know it understand the concept of future potential earnings in a man. That is you may not make a lot of money right now or that you’re in between jobs right now, but within ten years you’ll be good. Right now you’re a blue chip stock, a sleeper and she wants to get in on the ground floor before you really take off (like Pebble). That’s the unspoken wish, if she holds you down now, you’ll stick around once you’re back on your feet or you get that promotion and return the favor. And of course you will right? RIGHT!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA

If you don’t remember anything from this post just take the famous line from Kanye West to understand women who stay with guys that don’t make that much money

Deep down all women want is to be heard. You take a woman out on the first date, you set the mood up, talk a little bit about yourself, where your from, where you grew up, what you do. Typical back and forth chit chat, by drink two maybe drink three you’ll hit something. Usually it’s about past relationship’s successes or failures other times it’s something she’s really passionate about like promoting vegetarianism in West Africa, their fathers, whatever. Once you hit the subject you simply drill down. You don’t add your thoughts or ideas to the conversation you simply ask how whatever she said made her feel or makes her feel if it’s a current thing in her life. The average woman can easily go on for 30 minutes answering question about herself or talking about herself.

At first it’s very uncomfortable, it’s like the dark side of the force. You’ll be surprised how quick women will let you inside of their heads if you’re patient enough. You’ll be surprised how quick they want you to get to know everything about them.Things strangers shouldn’t tell about themselves so soon. It’s just about asking the right questions in the right order. It truly is like having a super power. Messing around deep inside another persons head. Becoming half therapist half priest in an open confessional.

Monday I avoided her for most of the morning. She tried to stop by around lunch and flirt as if she didn’t do anything wrong, I pretended to be too busy with work to talk to her, I barely even looked at her. She tried IM a few times but again I ignored her. She knew I was pissed so the end of the day, when my office mate was gone, she stopped by for one last attempt to talk with me at the end of the day. In the eight months since we started this whole thing this was the first time she’s ever seen me this pissed. Now we were at that cross road where if something was going to happen it needed to happen, our come to Jesus moment. She stood there in my office doorway, wearing tight black slacks and a white top two buttons undone, her black hair straight, eyes sad.

What do you want
I wanted to stop by and apologize for Friday, do you have a minute?

She came in, and sat down in the chair next to my desk, she closed the door behind her.

I don’t know if you think this is a game or what. But you wasted my time and I thought you knew me well enough to know that’s the number one thing I hate. All you had to do was send me a text and let me know you weren’t coming. VK, I know, I’m so sorry. I got scared, I chickened out the last minute. What were you scared about, you’re the one who set up the whole night, if you had no intentions of hanging out with me why did you tell me to show up? I was scared of what would happen when I started drinking around you. I was scared of not being able to control myself and doing things. I knew I would have been all over you and I’d have to explain to my friends what was going on between us, I couldn’t trust them and it would get back to my husband. This is hard for me, when I’m with him I’m thinking about you, when he’s gone I’m thinking about you more. I’m not used to any of this. Well we haven’t done anything yet, it’s just been flirting between the both of us. We can stop now and both walk away. But you need to know right now that there can’t be any second guessing on your part. If we cross the line, you can’t decide afterwards to confess everything out of guilt. This is one of those things you lock away and stays with you your whole life. So make up your mind and let me know.

She has the look of a scolded child, she’s thinking about what to do next. Looking down at the carpet, searching for her words she whispers, “What can I do to make it up to you”. I didn’t hear her at first and asked her what she said, “How can I make it up to you”. She says it in a way that implies she wants something to happen, but she doesn’t know how to start it. I get up and take a few steps towards her, standing in front of her and she’s still looking down at the ground. With two fingers I turn her chin to face me, I bend over and kiss her. Her lips closed I pull back. She turns her head to the left like she was looking for something. I briefly panic feeling slightly rejected and wondering my next move. She doesn’t say anything for a few more seconds. Then with her left hand she reaches for the door…. and turns the lock. She looks back at me and smiles, pulled me by my tie back down to her level and almost takes my head off. The tension that had been building up for months, the looks, the flirting everything had all come to this. I explored and tasted everything about her mouth. It was like taking a hit of Molly for the first time, euphoric and dizzy. My hand unbuttoned one more button and I slid my hand down her shirt, grabbing her breast over the bra. She exhaled deeply. I pulled away sat back down and went back to typing as if nothing happened but with a small smirk on my face. She got up and buttoned back up.

Happy now
A little

The door was opened on this thing. The conversations got more sexual. It was as if a damn that was holding back her true passion and lust had exploded. I’d come ask her to give me daily panty invoice details of what she was wearing. She’d add an extra swish to her step when she walked pass me. Then after lunch one day we pulled up in the parking lot at the office, the kind that had multiple floors. We’d already taken an hour, I parked turned off the car and was ready to go in. But she did that thing where she told me what she wanted by making it seem like she thought it’s what I’d want.

“You want to go in, I thought you’d want to hangout a little longer” Followed by the look I taught her

We started making out and she suggested we drive all the way to the top level rooftop, less crowded. Once parked again we made out. Then she slowly reached for my belt. She unzipped my pants, pulled me out and went straight down. I knew this was something she didn’t do with her husband. Soon this to became a weekly thing, after hours in her office or garage in the new luxury vehicle her husband bought her. She was becoming bolder and hungrier. Sometimes in her office she’d have me sit in her chair then sit on my lap, rubbing her ass against me till I got hard, then she’d finger herself, while I whispered in her ear. The whole scene seemed dreamlike, like something out of the movie I Am Love.

We were becoming more tangled and involved as these things naturally do. She’d find a way to sneak out and call me or just message me on FB. I was enjoying the hooking up but deep down I was beginning to feel slightly guilty. Not for hooking up with a married woman, but for corrupting a good person. When we first started she was sexually repressed, now she’s masturbating and talking about buying La Perla lingerie for the first time we finally fucked. This wasn’t her, she wasn’t built for all this. I felt like I was with someone one pretending to be a person going through all the motions she thought guys like me wanted from the women in our lives. But the truth is she didn’t know anything about affairs and I had a Ph.D from the school of life. First rule, never get attached.

Her marriage wasn’t horrible in any sense of the word, he didn’t cheat on her (that she knew of), he didn’t beat her, he loved her in his own way. It wasn’t perfect by any means either, it was just less passionate and at times annoying. But deep down she still loved him. You could tell when they had a good weekend together, there were times where it was obvious she questioning her actions with me. Other times I knew she was afraid of losing me so we’d hook up. I knew she was trying to have her cake and eat it too. I knew all this even if she didn’t. I knew we couldn’t ever really consummate this affair because once we did there’d be no coming back from it. She’d go from playing at it to becoming bad. And right now it wasn’t too late to save her marriage and go back. Any further and it’d be too hard to stop.

So one rainy night in the basement level of the garage I gave her my Rick Blaine bean’s speech. I was rocking my trench less Rick Blaine and more Jack Carter (Cain not Stallone) cause I’m a killer like that. I told her this had to stop, that I loved her because she was a good person and we were doing things good people don’t do. Like a kid she tried to reason that I’ve done it before, like a grown up I had to tell her that’s how I knew she would regret it later. I asked her could she really stand to be divorced, to lose the respect of her family, friends, and community if things went bad? Would this be something you’d want your son to know about ever? (I honestly wanted to make an “honor killing” joke but knew this wasn’t the time). I knew that she was hurt by what I was saying, no matter how I’d spin it this was a rejection and no woman likes to be rejected, and women who look like her aren’t ever rejected.

To start off with M had that good hair, long, silky and raven black down to her mid back. Her eyes started out round and thinned out at the corners like an ancient hieroglyphics painting in a tomb somewhere guiding a dead priest to his afterlife. Her skinned had that golden brown hue that got soaked in the sun and got better in the summer. Her body was pleasant to my eyes. Six months after having a baby it was bouncing back nicely with added curves. On top of that her attitude was about 15% hood from growing up listening to rap music.

I knew from the start I wanted her, she was the nicest thing on my floor. I would have to run python game, death by a thousand paper cuts. It started with highs and hellos in the hallway. Then innocent conversation about each other weekends where I didn’t reveal much. During this period it turns out she had a class with my sister in college. Also we had both worked for a different company at the same time two years before. Once that was established, I told her a little bit more about my weekends, hyping up crazy nights out in DC, clubs and lounges I was hanging out at. Softly hinting on taking different women out on dates. I kept it light and funny. She started stopping by my office for Monday morning conversations. Soon she started trying to call me out and tease me about being a player. I played it vague and did not deny or confirm. After this she Facebooked me and I knew soon the next phase would begin.

Our office visits would last longer and longer. She’d go get coffee and ask me to walk and talk with her. Finally she started gossiping to me about the problems her married friends were having and divorces of people she knew. This soon moved to her telling me all the problems her and her husband would have. It started out so innocent (in her mind). She’d ask me if I thought all men cheated. She asked me what I thought turned most guys on in a marriage and how to spice things up. Her husband traveled often for work and in fact worked at the same company as us. I knew the guy, he was a dick. They married young as is the custom in Persian culture she was now only 26 but you’d swear she had the life style of a married 35 year old. They got the big house, expensive car, the kid, but she was missing something more. She used to go o the clubs, knew all the bouncers and promoters, partied in Miami on the weekends. When they first started dating they had sex constantly now of course after the kid not as much. Her man being traditional was extremely alpha and extremely strict. She wasn’t allowed to wear dresses to work. She wasn’t allowed to go to clubs with her friends, always had to check in with him on everything. I never judged though or talked badly about him, I just listened, gave her objective advice when asked and kept giving her the look.

This all took about eight months. It was a naturally building relationship, becoming a confidant. I felt like a CIA agent working an asset. We both knew the direction this was going she just pretended not to. She kept pressing me on the women I was seeing, asking me about girls she saw on my facebook. I openly shared stories with her. She’d ask what I was into, what I was looking for and I told her. She just wanted what every girl her age wants, to be wanted. To be chased and lusted after. She had everything in her life that she thought would make her happy but realized she’s just watching it pass her by. Men, including her husband used to look at her a certain way and she feels that these days men don’t look at her like that anymore.

The final stage came a few months later. She IMed me one day and said she had a dream about me the other night. I played stupid and asked what type. She hesitated for a few exchanges before revealing it was one of a sexual nature. From then on the creep clock started counting down. Our flirting grew more intense, I’d lag behind her on our walks and openly comment about how great her ass was. She was becoming more emotionally invested in our work romance. She was “confused” with her feeling. She swore she loved her husband and had never ever cheated on him but there was just something about the way I spoke to her, our connection. She valued my friendship and cared deeply about me. We’d have conversations about what we would do if we had a free night out together, where we would go, if she was single, if she’d met me before her husband.

I understood that up till now it was just a fantasy in her head. It was safe and ok because “technically” she hadn’t cheated or done anything wrong besides just talk. But at the same time the confusion was pulling her apart. Some nights she’d IM me at while her husband sat right next to her watching tv. There were many times she would make plans with me to go to a happy hour after work then when the day came, she canceled. This happened a few times. Finally she told me that she would be in DC on Friday night because a friend of hers was having a Bachelorette party at club near I usually hung out. Plans where made for me and my boys to be there and make it look like an accidental run in. She was excited and almost giddy as the date got closer. She kept coming up with different scenarios of sneaking away to dance in a corner somewhere. She wanted to try all the different shots she heard me mention from nights out with my friends. We came up with a script on how to explain me being there to her friends and family and what I was doing in the club that night.

College life vs Professional life

In college there’s time for physical maintenance and upkeep. You go to class a couple of hours a day walking to and from across a big campus. There is a balance between nights out partying, studying and staying in shape that’s easily attainable. The day a female college graduate gets a job physical activity is decreased by half if not stopped all together. Besides walking to her job in DC if possible the rest of her day is spent working long hours at a desk, eating fast food lunches and getting off work late with no energy left to workout.

There’s no time to workout because a DC woman’s professional life is spent making new contacts, keeping up with old contacts, going to professional and social HH, checking the newest restaurants opened by someone who finished 4th place in some chef competition on TV. So the amount of time spent exercising or doing a physical activity decreases and the amount of time spent eating out and drinking increases (That is until she’s over 30 and decides this would be the best time to run a half marathon or become a triathlete)

Drinking

Recently I was in a discussion among friends of mixed sexes about how common it was for girls to drink a bottle of wine a night. This shocked me but most of the women there acted as if it was nothing at all. A whole fucking bottle! Nightly! Not a glass here and there or with dinner, a bottle to the fucking dome!

Compare this behavior and lifestyle to most of the guys i know. You work a full hard day, you go straight to the gym put in some work there. Then you go home cook a nice meal, watch a little bit of tv, write, or do whatever with the little time you have and then go to bed. I might be weird but in my social circle I don’t know any guy that goes home and just drinks a six pack of beer for the hell of it and if they did, I’d ask them what’s wrong with them.

Bottom line nightly drinking ages girls quickly in the face and also leads to the loss of muscle tone. Who would willingly do this?

Lack of competition and environment

L.A, Vegas, Miami, NY there is a cultural image…. then D.C. The problem with women gaining weight in this city is that a majority of the women are out of shape so there’s no real incentive to be in shape or keep up with the tight college bodies they once had. In college every girl is at their peak physically and in that closed environment a chick can’t get caught slipping. Environmental pressure might be one of the greatest assets a girl has to staying in shape. But in DC we see what happens when a girl looks around and everyone is letting themselves go. Also since most girls aren’t pushing it to the max fashion wise there’s no real incentive for a girl to dress up and put on heals when going out. Other girls will just look at them like their crazy or trying too hard. This is how a bad environment can works.

The misconception that someone is willing to fuck them

This one always cracks me up and something that Roissy has pointed out. Girls that are out of shape are quick to point out that guys are still attracted to them. Because a drunk guy wants to bang them as soon as he hears last call or because guys are hitting them up for first and second dates till they actually do bang them then not really calling them back or down grading them to one night stands they believe that weighing more is not an issue because they still have a normal sex life. But guys will fuck anything, it’s who we bring around our friends, family and other coworkers that let you know what’s the deal.

Feminism isn’t helping

The whole love yourself and it’s ok to be a big fat fatty movement brought on by some female websites is really fucking women up. When college girls let themselves go and start gaining more weight nobody cautions them to slow down or cut back on the drinking and nights out at restaurants. Instead they turn to the internet for back slaps and high five for being “full figured” natural woman.

The hard truth is when you combine the factors above most women in DC just give up. Given the choice between skipping HH or dinner with friends and cutting back on calories, doing something active or working out most women in DC gladly pick the first one because the second one is too much work. When restaurant week comes to the city they let out a squeal of joy then break out their vibrators and clink tips. Part of me can’t blame them because some beta idiot out there will date and marry them just as they are rather than step their game up and settle for something better. So yes in the end D.C women have given up on themselves for the most part and what we see is what we get. Sometimes I wonder if you could go back in time and show their younger selves a picture of how they look right now if they’d do any of the above differently. Oh well, look there’s a sale at Lane Bryant, good luck with that!

The first hour a college girl enters a college bar or club is spent texting other friends and guys to see when they’re coming or what else they’re up to. They look for other friends already there, check out other bitches outfits, gossip and start downing drinks like they’re trying to get rid of an unwanted pregnancy. Yeah they might be on the dance floor doing what’s stated above but don’t be fooled into approaching, it’s a Venus pussy flytrap. Another thing you should know is that every girl in there knows each other in some way or form, they have classes together, are in a sorority, sports team or academic club. Getting rejected by one can easily cause a domino affect if it’s seen by others so spit game on the very sly. Despite what you think the advanced cerebral part of a college girl’s brain has not fully developed. Socially they are fucking dumb as rocks. The only exist on the most primitive shallow level. So don’t over think gaming them with something witty, charming or mind blowing. You have to go H.A.M on your alpha. Big muscles, nice clothes, money to buy them drinks that’s about it. Lastly don’t be old. If you meet a college girl out on the town at venue where older crowds hang out then it’s cool to let them know how old you really are. But if you’re in a college club on college night shut the fuck up and just say you’re in you first year of grad/law school at DDU (Dick’em Down University) otherwise you’re creepy.

My boys and I would soon learn some of these lessons. Sometimes if you didn’t look right or attractive enough you’d get blown right out of the water before you even opened your mouth. Other times you’d spit game and the group of girls would look at each other like who’s this motherfucker, once they realized nobody knew you it would be a slow tune out. The worst part though and what I had forgotten is that college girls are THE BIGGEST COCK BLOCKS IN THE UNIVERSE. You’d be talking to a girl having a pleasant conversation then here comes her friend (the one that always has some kind of drama or “has to go find someone right now”) to pull her away. I talked to this tall Swedish girl at three different points of the night and every time the conversation would end by the same “friend” coming to pull her away. The irony is that the girl that comes to pull the friend away is slightly hotter and often times a bigger slut than her friend, in actuality that is the girl you should be talking to, but then again she’s also a bitch.

Some in the group gave up and called it an early night. I knew though with college girls (many don’t have classes on Friday morning) that the later in the night it got the better your chances. Finally around 1 I went to the bar and spit game to this curly haired brunette in a purple leather skirt waiting for a drink. She was tipsy and a beta orbiter was hanging around her. I offered to buy her a drink and when it came gave it to her and turned my back on her. She tapped me on the shoulder and i told her I didn’t mean to interrupt things between her and her boyfriend. “Oh that’s not my boyfriend, we were roommates last year” (LOL, I wasn’t born yesterday). Acting a little salty I told her I had to find my friends on the dance floor. She said she wanted to follow me. The crowd on the dance floor seemed too thick and we got separated. I found the remaining two guys on the ledge and noticed her dancing with her friends close by.

The music was thumping, I asked some guy what the dj was playing, it sounded retarded like a machine gun firing to a beat. Skrillex? The fuck is a skrillex? Later I’d found who it was and remembered it was also a very popular haircut worn but slutty hipster chicks who get naked pictures of them posted on the awesome website isanyoneup.com. (NSFW!) (Mad shout out to hunter and them doing God’s work, shit is the funniest sight on the web). What happened to the pussy popping music they used to play back in my college days. Whistle while you twurk ying yang twins, some 2 Live Crew Hoochie Mama. Girls bending over in a three point stance dropping it like it’s hot. Man they don’t party like they used to back in the day.

Eventually she stumbles over and talks some shit with one of the readers. I, ignore her for a few. Finally I grab her, she turns around and grinds her ass on my junk. Ahhhh college, that’s more like it. I get an aggressive dry hump so good I almost tipped her a $5. It was stripper raw, her ass college firm, all I could think was “damn I got to get me one of these”. Kenny Powers style! Much to the dismay of her friends who keep looking at her, then looking at me, then mouthing to her who the fuck is that guy. Till finally after a few songs one has to come pull her away because of some “emergency” or another.

The lights come on and we decide to hit the street and run street game as other college bars were letting out close by. Once on the street I see a girl I recognized from the inside who was being pulled around by a drunk friend all night. I tap her and look her up and down realizing she has a very athletic body.

What sport do you play?
(Flirting) Guess
Field hockey?
Nope?
Soccer?
Nope, softball.
(concerned) really, what position
First base
Cool, I can work with that!

We went inside and because it was so early there were only four maybe five girls there sitting at the bar getting a drink. The steep cover had not started yet. Rookie his roommate and myself got a few drinks and sat down in one of the open VIP booths at a great spot. The faithful readers all three showed up 20 minutes later and joined. What happened next could not be explained.

Now let’s back up, we were in DC. You know about the women and how bad it can get here. What happened next you say…. They started coming…. big fucking groups of girls. But not just any normal girls fucking hot college girls! First it was one or two coming in, then groups of three to four. Hot. The guy to girl ratio was impressively low because of guys having to pay a cover and girls getting in free I think. The guys that were there, cargo pants, T’s and caps on backwards, the college look. But back to the girls what I’m about to say may not be believable but I do have witnesses, we’re talking 7’s and up! The whole night I saw maybe two fat girls three tops, I swear on my mama and them.

Remember in college when girls had the tightest bodies and dressed up in short skirts, dresses, and high heals. Remember how we graduated and they got their degrees, and sat behind desk all day eating fast food and getting fat. Then they grew too fat to fit into those hot clothes they once owned and instead of heals started wearing sneakers with their work attire and yoga pants out to the club. But in college they were sun kissed by the Gods and anything was possible. What if I told you that in DC a place like that still existed? That on Thursday night there’s a place where sexy coeds go and party AND drink? It’s true!

I felt like I was George in the Seinfeld episode where he uses a picture of Jerry’s girlfriend to get into this exclusive club filled with nothing but hot chicks? It was exactly like that. First thing that impressed me was the effort these girls put into going out. All of them! Fuck me heels, freak em dresses, short skirts, the tightest jeans, backless everything, makeup. Effort! This supported my theory of putting extremely attractive in shape women in a confined environment because of competition fashion sense greatly improves.

I got up to go get a drink and I almost fainted. Between you and me I don’t really believe or get into the whole pheromones thing. But think about being surrounded by 18 to 23 year olds females in their sexual prime, about a hundred of them. What do you think that smell would do to a 31 year old man used to dealing with lawyers and political weekend hipster chicks? I could honestly smell something different, it wasn’t perfume but something deeper. I was out of my element and felt not prepared for this.

One thing that we don’t talk about is how ones own personal emotions and needs come into the picture while learning game. It’s an easy subject to skip as we are men and have some issues speaking about our personal emotions to other guys (aka that shits gay). Often times we overlook the main driving force internally that’s driving us in game and specifically driving us to do what we do. It’s easier to simplify and generalize male/female dynamics and then follow the best script that plays to these generalizations. But there’s a wall everyman will hit at some point.

Now, I’m not asking you to enter into psychoanalysis or therapy to talk about being breast fed till you were seven, cause that shit is mad expensive. Instead at the beginning ask yourself a few simple questions to find out why you’re learning game and what you wish to get out of it. Yes, at the surface it seems like a no brainer that you want more/ better sex than you’re currently getting but is there anything that goes along with that? It’s surprising but from what I’ve heard new guys learning game have other reasons besides sex.

Some guys are older, recovering from a divorce or LTR and need a way back into the dating market. Other guys have no problem getting dates or a numbers here and there but are having trouble getting girls to commit longer than that. Most guys have confidence issues or are betas and can’t pick up girls or approach whatsoever. The point is before you start this journey figure out why.

At times you’ll keep running into the same game problem and will be tempted to lay blame on the opposite sex or the situation instead of confronting your own emotions. For example there was a time a few years ago where on certain first dates I’d get too drunk while on other first dates I’d do just fine and catch the right buzz needed to make things go smoothly. After blowing some major dates that could have ended in a bang I had to seriously ask myself why I was blowing it on certain dates.

After mentally reviewing the dates I dropped the ball on I came up with a few realizations. First the dates I got the most drunk on where the ones where the girls where a lot hotter 8s,9s than other dates I’ve been on. I’d use alcohol as a crutch instead of proceeding with my normal game. Second and a very common date drinking mistake I was making is when it was obvious the sex was in the bag. This may seem counterintuitive but the closer I got to the bang at the end of the night or the higher the chances were I’d drink more. Again this was due to nervousness and first time performance with someone new.

Pros,
Sex is usually way hotter/ freakier.
Less financial investments in “Dates” and nights out on the town, drinking
You do not have to fully emotionally commit to the creep relationship.
The potential to have something on the side can last years with little effort.
If done correctly can be used for leverage in the workforce should the time ever come.

Con’s
Death, husband finding out
Destroying a family
Bad reputation in the workplace
Never being able to go out in public or have a normal date night out

So now that you know the good and bad that comes with creeping at this level. Let’s try to figure out the type of married women most likely to creep on their husbands. Women under 30 right off the back. Usually these are the first ones among their friends to get married and settle down. They have strong ties to their girlfriends who are still go out on dates, to the clubs, and hook up on one night stands. When things are going great in their marriage they don’t miss this lifestyle, but as soon as things start going bad the memories of girls night come back quick as they are still fresh in her mind. It also doesn’t help that she has unmarried friends giving her relationship advice who secretly want the marriage over and done with so she’ll have a wing woman back.

The second class of married women ready to creep are women who’ve just had a child around a year later. Might be having a little trouble losing all of the pregnancy weight and of course notice the decrease in the sex life between her and her husband. In my humble opinion the biggest thing that will lead to a woman creeping in a marriage is self doubt in her attractiveness. Women who are used to a high level of compliments and being made to feel attractive will look for that same feeling ANYWHERE. I smart guy would never marry a woman who constantly needed compliments and ego boost.

Women who’ve lost a lot of weight in their marriage. When a married woman loses drastic weight and starts to get noticed by men her attitude will change. She’ll feel sexier and more alive than she did before getting married and having kids. With the new attention she receives from men on the streets, coworkers and even friends she’ll start to look at her man and wonder if she can do better. Creeping will be the first way she tests the waters. This also goes for women who’ve had some type of cosmetic surgery that drastically improves her looks. Liposuction, breast implants, facelift….

Another class of women most likely to have an affair are older women who stay in shape still have a strong sex drive but who’s husbands are just plain tired or too busy to fuck them. This happens with women who’s husbands travel all the time and more realistically have a thing on the side themselves.

The last type of women who are most likely to creep on their husbands are the ones married to super alpha men. These men keep very tight control on their women, on what they wear out of the house, who they hangout with and talk to. Most of the time this a cultural/ religious thing so you’re not talking about white dudes. These type of alpha men keep such a tight grip on their women but don’t balance it with any love or type of emotional attention. The women quickly start to feel like property and will gravitate to a guy that shows any type of interest.

If you have a chance to go down this path the opportunity will probably happen with a coworker. If there was ever a chance to pause and use your head before your dick, now would be the time. There should be some obvious rules here but in case it needs to be stated for the rookies reading this…. Never ever creep with a subordinate or someone you are in charge of. Don’t creep with someone that’s on your direct team or that you work with on the same project/task on a daily basis. Don’t creep with a married woman known for creeping around. Basically only creep if she works for your company but a different team, boss, department or sits on a different floor. Never contact each other using company e mail or anything that could be monitored by IT. If you must don’t bring up creeping activities like meeting up afterwork, getting a hotel room, or banging on your boss’s desk.

Besides these common sense rules, creep rules should be setup between you and her. The most important thing is making it known and obvious that you in know way expect her to leave her husband or get a divorce. TRUST ME! You’d think this would be an obvious situation but you’d be surprised how a woman can make up things and start to believe them. There should be defined rules on communication and contact, the times you will and wont talk on the phone. Lastly it should be well understood that this will be a secret kept between just the two of you for obvious reasons.