Male sexual entitlement – in its broader application, overconfidence – is attractive to women.
Here is an example of it in action (messages from girl on left):
Reader Blick Mang writes,
Please rewind to 2005, slap me in the face, and say “I fucking told you so.”
No further commentary required.
Thank you for it all.
Why do women love male sexual entitlement? It signals male status. What kind of man can afford to posture like a Lothario? What kind of man expects pussy to fall in his lap? That’s right, a high status man. A man, in other words, that other women want. Entitlement <-> status <-> female preselection. This is the wondrous feedback loop that traps vaginas in amplifying oscillations of raw tinglage.
As an exercise for newer readers, here’s the breakdown of Mang’s message game:
GIRL: …that is all I deserve?
MANG: We’ll have to see. 8===D
Instead of offering tributes to her achievement of being born with a vagina, Mang challenges her to make him a more generous man. The universal Dick Signal is, shall we say, none too subtle innuendo.
GIRL: sorry, that kinda puts me off blah blah i’m not that kind of girl.
Now, if Mang were a beta, he would’ve tried to appease this indignant girl right around here. Most betas, sensing that a monster is growing within the girl they love, promptly revert to Supplication&Appeasement mode. “I don’t expect that. I meant to call you earlier. I don’t think of you that way” etc. Mang wisely avoids this manipulative female beta bait.
MANG: Eating my jelly beans puts me off. 🙂
Tingles are born in the defensive crouch. Nice reframe. (Prolly could’ve dropped the winkie.) This one liner contains some powerful subcommunication that affects girls’ behavior. Its subtext says to a girl, “I’m not going to apologize for being a man, and if you go I won’t lose a wink of sleep.”
The girl sticks to her guns, but you can sense she’s weakening under the alpha onslaught.
GIRL: i deserve respect from you, even though i slept with you
Mang holds his frame.
MANG: See you tomorrow
Nice lack of punctuation.
Translation: Her pussy just exploded.
She’s defeated. Her euphoric defeat was so complete she mewled to see him a day earlier. Game recognized.