Before I came along, she hadn’t dated anyone in years. She never approached, and she made herself absolutely unapproachable. I snaked in by sharing a major hobby with her, and really by not being that interested in her (initially.)

What I’ve realized is that she has turned on the “Hypergamy” button. Now that she has gotten an awesome guy*, she’s started evaluating me to decide if she could do better.

The critical flaw with female hypergamy is that a women has no accurate metrology to gage the value of the man she’s with. And no accurate metrology of her own value… So the only metric that they have is “I got him” and the only question they can ask is “can I do better?”

Back to this woman. She is on the knife edge of hypergamy. She suspects that she can do better, but she’s insecure, and not quite ready to jump yet.

Last week, I text her a few times. We see each other. I’m nice to her. Not much response.

Friday night… I ask her what she’s up to for the weekend. Nothing. I ask her to a big open-air thing. She said she’s “not interested.”

My exact words were: “Uhhh… I’m going to go.”

Friday night… Went out, had fun.

Saturday… Grueling 15 mile hike, carrying a 20lb pack. Huge elevation changes (I crawled half of it.)

Sunday… Went to the open-air-thing stag. Bought some stuff. Flirted with girls. Went home early because I could barely walk.

Sunday… She sends a text message. I don’t respond because I’m busy.

Sunday afternoon… She sends a couple text messages. I don’t respond because I went home to take a nap.

Sunday early evening… She tries calling. I don’t answer because I’m asleep.

Ten minutes later… She’s banging on the back door of my house.

I open the door. I’m genuinely happy to see her. She’s crazy attractive, and I do like having her around.

As soon as I smile at her, she recoils. She literally recoils.

I’m not an idiot. I see that, and I read that. I see every f~~~ing eye-roll. But I’ve got a nice dick and no insecurities, so I don’t treat you like s~~~ for betraying yourself through facial expression.

I invite her in. She comes back to my bedroom I lay back down and we cuddle for a while.

A while later, I’m more awake. I’m up and about… I invite her to get some food with me. She’s trying to make excuses to go home. The subject changes a little bit.

While she’s talking to me, I just walk away from her and do something productive.

10 minutes later, we’re in the car. Going to get something to eat.

I get a burger. It was delicious. We come home.

I invite her to stay the night. She makes excuses. She wants to go home.

I walk away. And as I walk away, I say “Fine. Go home.”

Just as quick as those words leave my mouth, she is pulling her shirt off.

Seriously. 3 words are the difference between her being secure enough to leave me and being insecure enough to stay.

Lol.

*(And I’m not even being c~~~y. I’m f~~~ing awesome.)

still expect this:

However, it could’ve been because I was looking like a damn fox when I got up from my nap, and she might’ve been expecting to catch me cheating or something.

I happened to be dressed in exactly the outfit that she finds irresistible, because I was out at that thing all day.

I have been having fun with it. Now that I know the game, I’m just batting her around like a cat playing with a moth.

The critical flaw with female hypergamy is that a women has no accurate metrology to gage the value of the man she’s with. And no accurate metrology of her own value… So the only metric that they have is “I got him” and the only question they can ask is “can I do better?”

This simple comment contains just so much awesome.

From “what the f~~~ is she doing?” to “Oh… Hypergamy.”

But my success here is thanks to Mgtow advice here: http://www.mgtow.com/forums/topic/i-dont-date-to-avoid-sex-lady/

Some of Ancientwisdom’s wisdom will stay with me for the rest of my life.