Advanced Game Theory

‘The game’, right ? Who’s got ‘game’? Seduction sounds nice, but it’s just way too formal and sweet a word for most people. Deal with it: today, it’s called “the game”.

There are all these weird rules that govern “the game”. In America for example if you get a phone number it’s a known social rule that you won’t call that same night, but rather 1 to 3 days later. And after that the first couple rounds of “the game” are essentially a tug-of-war where you demonstrate to the other that you want them, but not that bad. “I like you, but I’m not desperate for you”. I believe the entire philosophy behind “the game” is best encompassed in the French saying “Suis-moi, je te fuis. Fuis moi, je te suis” (Cling to me, I’ll run away; run away from me, I’ll cling to you). And each region, each age group, each culture, each fucking person has different versions of “the game”.

Implementation, however, is a different thing: guys for example can choose amongst a number of strategies: a romantic, albeit weak, one is the strategy of walking up to a girl, telling her she’s cute, and then walking away. The idea behind is that it sort of works like crack: once you taste a bit you’re supposed to want more. It’s daring, but usually the guy who uses it has a combination of two factors: 1) he’s confident enough to tell a girl he likes her without knowing her and 2) he’s gutsy enough to walk away from her. On the whole, it’s a dangerous strategy to use unless you’re certain that the girl is equally confident and will come up to you to know more. Which is not very likely.

Then there’s that whole thing of getting to know someone, asking them questions, inviting them to a bit of socializing, and then making the move. The basic premise is that you’re genuinely interested in the person and are willing to take your time. It happens over days, if not weeks, so its users have to make sure they REALLY like the person because no one-night stands are happening this way, I can assure you. Also very risky in that you might become friends, and then you’re fucked (in an oxymoronic sort of way). Or, you might find out after a couple weeks that she has a boyfriend who's ugly as hell but great in bed (don't reach out for the gun).

Another great strategy if used effectively is commensurate with this early 21^st century: displaying oneself surrounded by girls (one of my favourites). Women love guys who are loved by other women. Partly it’s that whole belief that if other women like him, there must be something about him; but it’s also that crazy intra-feminine rivalry where women simply MUST compete against each other for men. I used not to believe in it, but I’ve heard enough stories of girls whose best girlfriends slept with their boyfriends. Also, be careful not to act too much like another girlfriend or you might be seen as the substitute gay friend.

And I’m sure there are hours and books more “strategies” to write about, though in the long-run it boils down to a couple things: chemistry (both in and out of the bed), laughter, confidence, and sincerity. At least on the guy’s side.

Because then there’s “the game” for women. Now if you want to understand women, here’s all you need to know: it just don’t make sense.

I assure you, women are like Jackson Pollock art: in the beginning you don’t understand, and then just when you think you’re getting the hang of it, she comes slamming down at you with a red, spotted diagonal line that sends you back to the drawing board: you don’t understand, and you won't understand. You’ll never understand. In all honestly I don’t think there is much to understand.

Ah “the game”. Those who excel at it call it a dance between two people who secretly burn for each other but are strong enough to resist. Those who hate it always adopt that very candid, supposedly-reasonable position: “I’m mature. I don’t play games. I told her I liked her, and that’s that. If it’s gonna get complicated, forget about it.” Hahahaha! ‘Forget about it…’ you’ll never forget about it, bud, because that’s just her executing the French maxim (running away from you) and you vainly trying to convince others (as well as yourself) that you’re not desperate. I'm telling you, the game isn’t quite l’amour, but it’s pretty fucking powerful as well.

And then there are those who’ve memorized the theory but suck at the demonstration. In their minds they’re all Casanovas with brilliant responses who dream they can make the other horny with a mere batting of their eyelashes. But when they actually meet that person of their dreams, the script just sounds fake and the ‘strategy’ backfires horribly. The intellectuals of that other game theory, not to confuse with economics.

But I’m a firm believer of one thing, and I can’t say it hasn’t worked in the past: Remember that despite the Chanel glasses, Longchamp bag, uninterested if not downright rude look, and air of superiority, every beautiful woman remains just that: a woman. And a woman will always be a creature who loves to smile, be smiled at, who needs and wants affection, if perhaps in varying degrees, and who might very well be vulnerable and should therefore be treated with care.

Treating a woman like a goddess might be nice in the beginning, but humans and goddesses don’t have the same needs, and women don't want a slave but a partner by them. Yes indeed, in the long-run it's the human relationship that primes over everything. « Parce que malgré tout, même la plus belle des femmes reste une femme, et celui qui peut la traiter comme tel aura effectivement tout compris. »