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Despite being on vacation, Anthony P.’s finely honed gaming instinct kicked into action when he noticed this unusual looking HB8.5

Anthony P. throws in a time-constraint but gets backturned

It’s not surprising that quite a few of our students live at home with their mums since living at home with your mum is quite a nice thing to do in this cruel, harsh world of ours, because at home with your mum you’re the handsomest, cleverest, wittiest man in the world. Out in that cruel, harsh world we PUAs call “the field”, we’re almost certainly not the handsomest, cleverest, wittiest man in the world, but luckily we have this thing called social protocol which discourages people we meet from pointing this out to us – at least not explicitly. Girls in particular like to point these things out implicitly because they hate having to spell things out, so after a couple of nicely implicitised suggestions that you’re not the handsomest, cleverest, wittiest man in the world her next best option in this nice, socially protocolised world of ours is to “need to go to the toilet” (toilets, at least as far as girls are concerned, were invented to smooth the path of the social protocol as much as for any more biological function).

So where does this leave the 99.99% of us who aren’t the handsomest, cleverest, wittiest men in this nasty, cruel, harsh world of ours? Well, actually we’re no worse off than the 0.01% of us who are the handsomest, cleverest, wittiest men in the world, as all we have to do is to acknoweldge the fact that we aren’t and proceed to the next step. So next time you approach the hottest girl in the club and she looks at you as if you’re the ugliest, stupidest, most boring man in the world just look at her as if to say that the only thing uglier, more stupid, and more boring than your face is the couple of seconds she’s taken out from her life to make such an ugly, boring, and stupid observation since in actual fact there’s nothing about a man’s looks, intelligence, or wit that makes the slightest bit of difference when it comes to a man’s p$%^s sliding into a girl’s va$%^a. And as for all the guys who go out hoping to impress girls with their looks, intelligence, and wit – well, maybe they’re hoping to meet one just like their mum.

The protocolisation of social contact is so insidious that almost all of the participants in the protocols that make up everyday life are unaware that they are communicating not directly from their person but by means of a protocol they have become conditioned to over the years. So far gone is their natural social instinct that they have to be taught the natural social instinct – how to “pick up” girls – as if it were itself another protocol.