A good test of your game is how well you handle your image when you’re thrown a curve ball by an impish cosmic overseer.
Reader dirkdiggly relays an excellent demonstration of face-saving recovery game.
O/t but amusing all the same: had a great reframe/lemonade from lemons experience at the library today.
Cutie in a glass windowed study room catches my eye as I walk past. I smirk big at her, only to walk right into a concrete pillar (slowly, but it hurt nonetheless). Reeling from sudden shame and pain on display, I pulled a fist dramatically down from the sky with a mouthed “yusssss” and then made the “call me?” gesture. She laughed hard, recovered, and…blew me a kiss!
Charlie Chaplin silent movie game?
What do women love?
Well, a lot of things, but they really swoon for
a. unpredictable men,
b. playful men, and
c. men with masterful state control.
dirkdiggly pulled off the trifecta. He did something 99.9% of men wouldn’t do, he did it playfully, and he showed how quickly he was able to recover from an embarrassing social miscue that would have left lesser men (betas) scuttling off in red-faced horror.
All these alpha male traits… together, what do they telegraph to women?
Simple.
ZERO FUCKS GIVEN.
The banner of the charismatic jerkboy.
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