The Problem: Tell Me How You Feel Goddamnit!

Now. A very core principle of the Red Pill is that women do not give men they like a hard time.

When they want it, they make it rather easy to come by for you.

And this, for the most part, is true. However, you must realize that not all girls facilitate things for you in the same manner.

I think it particularly necessary to talk about ambiguity. Namely, girls whose feelings for you appear ambiguous.

One of my most major fuck ups as a young blue pilled buck was showing my emotions to women. I did this because they never spelled things out for me, so I would pour out my soul to them in order to provoke an admission of interest in me.

As a generally stoic, mysterious kind of guy also having been blessed with ok looks, girls almost always showed signs of interest, until I, like a goddamn retard, sputtered out my secret confession of love to them.

When they were unaware of the way I saw them, they were quite evidently interested. But evidence wasn't enough for me. I needed a confession. A statement, if you will, detailing every minutia of their desire, and once I bared my heart, they become disgusted.

I'd done this far too many times before I realized how much it was screwing me over.

What I didn't realize was that I was a tall, agnostic, African American with a bad boy look and a rebel attitude trying to get at white traditionalist Christian girls whose parents would murder them for being in my general vicinity.

They were interested. But they weren't going to go screaming it from their rooftops with a megaphone.

Sometimes there is stigma surrounding you. Maybe you're a minority, maybe she's sworn chastity. Maybe her parents want her to get with that rich man named Jamesson. Maybe being too overt will make her look like a slut (or a nigger-lover.)

There is always something at stake, even if it's just her repututation.

Girls aren't always going to spell it out to you. So making a confession of love to try and drag her own feelings out of her is stupidity of the highest order.

Just keep your damn mouth shut and escalate.

The Solution: Allowance is Compliance.

I just fucked an HB8 in her boyfriend’s truck.

When she came on the scene, every goddamned male in my social circle wanted her. Dirty blonde country girl with milky skin and green eyes and one of those really tiny seductive voices. Everyone said she was flirting with them, but I paid her little mind. To be honest, I just thought she was entirely out of my league so I just didn’t even think to try. However, it wasn’t long until she was looking at me and wondering why I wasn’t giving her the same attention she was getting from the others.

Once I realized what was happening,I played into it. As a pretty social person, it wasn’t hard to get everyone’s attention. So I’d have my social group hanging on my words, and her watching. Being a “leader of men” really is an aphrodisiac to women.

She added me on Facebook, blew up my phone, and acted really kind and sweet. Like, strangely nice. She wasn’t overtly sexual. In fact, she wasn’t sexual at all. Though she was incredibly open to the idea of us touching, she never once made any kind of sexual innuendo or responded to any I made.

Well, she gave me a ride home to work once. My heart was pounding out of chest, but I simply pulled her in to hug her, and then just lingered there with our foreheads together to gauge her comfort level.

We made out. She turned the truck off. I ran my hands along her back. Ok. I edged my hand under her shirt and onto the skin of her back. Still ok. Removed the shirt. Still going strong. Removed my shirt. I got her by the hips and put her on my lap. The rest is history.

Allowance is compliance. And compliance is all you need. You don’t need signs from heaven, some kind of fucking lightning bolt to let you know.

Don't get this confused with acquiescence. Acquiescence is when someone has no desire to be a part of something, but rolls over for fear of conflict or retaliation. If you had sex with a girl, and she acquiesced, congratulations, you're a rapist.

No, by allowance I mean implied permission.

If she hasn't stopped you from taking her hand and leading her to another part of the venue away from her friends, if she's still sitting across from you and hasn't walked away yet, if you kissed her and she didn't stop you, if you led her to your bed and she went with you into it.

What you have to understand is that if she does not want to be there, she will not be there. You aren't forcing her to do anything. If you took her hand and she didn't want to follow you, she'd have let go of your hand. If you went for the kiss, she would've said something before your lips connected.

A girl who likes you but cannot say so for a plethora of potential reasons will give you implied permission and will offer no resistance to your escalations. Sure, it's scarier this way. You can't guarantee the absence of the sting of rejection.

But this isn't middle school. We don't go "hey, I like you." We certainly don't say "you're absolutely beautiful and amazing and incredible in every way and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She will run into traffic to get the hell away from you.

Another foundational Red Pill concept is to listen to a woman's actions, not her words. She may say "we shouldn't" or she may say nothing. If she says anything, (which she most likely won't) it doesn't matter. Her actions will speak plenty.

If she is compliant to you, she likes you. If she isn't, she doesn't.

Always test for compliance. Use subtle physical escalations. Squeeze her hand, does she squeeze back? Put your arm around her, does she lean in? Be calibrated, and escalate incrementally until she stops you. If she doesn't stop you, congratulations, you just got laid.

Be a man and lead her. If she's into you she'll follow your lead.

Rock on.

• a young whipper snapper