Chinese ladies

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. So when I get back to China, I’d go out just like others here to explore what is happening with my own country fellas. Of course the most baffling experience is to deal with the girls here.

I consider myself a fairly outgoing dude with my own game learned from my wild days in Hong Kong and Holland. Talking to girls is always a great pleasure of mine and it usually makes girls think the same as well. Looking backwards, maybe I was spoiled a bit by the feminist women from the West who would put just as much restraint on her body as the other gender. I never pushed too much, nor I have to boast too much with silly stories. Then I read The Game and found out how this thing really works. So I started to consciously pick up girls and try all those theories I read from the book. Most worked like a charm, just like its description. But that was before I moved back to China. Being in China, it is quite easy to stand out of the crowd here for me, and I do get a lot of ladies attention easily. But when it comes to get closer to the aim those golden rules I learned in the past unexpectedly all failed to deliver the goods here (of course if you are white it’s completely different story here, which I’d mention later). No one would give you a “fuck-me” look just because you talk charming, even if you got their full attention and overwhelmingly exerted your masculine dominance in the interaction. Nobody would accept your invitation for a dance, even if you are pretty sure she is absolutely on the hook and it just needs a bit physical trigger, unless she is overly hammered of course, which is not that hard, but the consequence is terrible enough to make you behave well. The worst part is that the young generation in the city lack interpersonal skills. Even at the clubs the only thing they’d do is to play some lame dice game for drinking and flipping their boring trifling Weibo pages on their iPhone. Having said that, I still managed to get connected with three girls from my infrequent local clubs visiting. Got their number, and asked their out.

Turned out it’s even lamer than my clubbing encountering. Of course they are normal girls. Sluts are lowly and sleazy here, definitely not what I am looking for. Those girls, though however they got impressed by your appearance and temperament, they wouldn’t give you a hint for anything further (In their words, being accepted for next date is a great progress I made). What they care the most are your status. This of course fits the description of The Game. But girls here put that characteristic to an extreme level. I have long heard that in China girls judge guys with their social status, financial status before checking if he’s a retard or handicap. Now I have seen it myself. What interested those girls the most was the story of my past (signalling) and the story of what I am doing financially now (financial status). They’d take some ugly girlfriend out on a date with you just to have a second opinion on you. Of course when you ask them out you gotta pay for everything. And she thinks that’s a normal entry fee for keeping my ass from the being kicked out of her potential list…

Of course I am generalizing, of course there are hidden gems somewhere out there. But that the majority of young girls in China get spoiled by Beta-male stinky courtship and they are utterly rational sending their pants invitation under their petty principle of money and status (very strict) are something that happened on 9 out of 10 normal girls you’d meet here. I’ve seen skinny tiny rich dudes with lousy taste for clothes with amazing women (multiple) in the club playing some lame dice, and I ‘ve seen more disgusting betas on the street over-treating their not-so-pretty girlfriends. My understanding is, either you act like a darn beta to please the girl at all cost for some sympathy golden pussy, or you get some dough and that’s all good enough for the game here, regardless how you look, what you dress, how you talk, and how little is your thing. But that applies for a Chinese dude like myself. Whites are different coz girls associate them naturally with wealth and the chance for living abroad already before knowing the dude. And we know almost every Chinese think it’s better abroad. But I ain’t white, and frankly I am a bit complaining about the shriveled booty of the chicks here. So guess I am gonna make some dough first.

Riot Pussy

I am sure I am not the only one enjoy reading the news about the 2-year sentence of those imbecile whackos in rapture. Your grand-grand pa was still a darn illiterate serf when your Bolshevik comrades used the same claptrap that fucked up Russia for good. And we all know you don’t really care or understand what the heck is going on, we know you just like to follow what’s cool and signal yourself. Well, serves right for your ignorance and stupidity.

Up yours? Serve you right!

Being in China

After almost 10 years of flowing around the world like a tiny seed of dandelion, I have recently come back to the places where I was born: China.

China, as we all know, is an odd place. It’s a country that could easily polarize the crowd: either you like it or hate it. Talking about modern China of course. The first impression that came into my mind was how the hell a country with such magnitude could transform itself so much in so little time. It is simply insane. The city I am staying now, Changsha, used to have a cozy little population of 1 million people (including all the peasants around the actual city), where you could still find lots of wooden houses connected by the narrow streets of granite, where people would go to work on their bicycles, and the tallest building was the railway station. But now, it is a massive jungle of 6 million souls with big-ass roads radiating into every corner of the city with heavy congestion, and high-rise buildings spawning everywhere. What else but a sheer torrential creation of wealth! Such epic speed would simply make the the German efforts in the 19th century look laughable. Needless to mention the marcoeconomic data, everything emerged out of nothing in just one single generation. I used to sneer at average Chinese’s petty obsession with money, accusing them of short-sighted and impetuous. But now it all makes sense. Situating onto such a flooding tide in an unprecedented velocity and scale, it is too hard not to focus on the money, on the grabbing, on the stuff you could touch right in front of you. That is the zeitgeist of China.

It seems Deng got it alright after all. He well knew that by teasing the basic instinct of mankind with a relatively free market the progress would be must faster than one could imagine. With couple thousand years of agrarian-oriented drilling, few Chinese got what it takes to out-stand the mass for his own comprehension of what’s on earth under the heaven. 99% of the people are bothered by their petty little business of how to get gold and lead the glamorous materialistic life like my neighbor, leaving the rest 1% caring about how to fool the 99% gullible for more gold. In other words, modern Chinese are die-hard collectivists who are credulous and timid yet care a lot about signalling within the crowd. Everybody here would only think of what’s right visible in front of their eyes, while lacking the interest to seek the ideas and concepts behind the pragmatic actions. So once we got a kick-ass leader who happened also to be a not-so-shallow thinker, introducing some heretic idea like communism, capitalism, commercialism, everyone else would just wholeheartedly flock to follow without really understanding what that means and the consequences would be. All they could see is communism suck because we are poor and hungry, free market rocks because I see my neighbor got rich and so can I. Essentially, I have to admit we are a people with very high IQ but sucks at philosophizing and conceptualizing reality. The Confucian drilling must have contributed to this particular ethnic trait of the Chinese. But this is also the biggest advantage we got in keeping everything in one piece still after such drastic societal changes. Sometimes I wonder if Whites could get some sense of pragmatism from the Chinese and the Chinese get some sense of speculative thinking from the White people, things could have been much smoother for both sides. But I am no Romanticist, and I read Brave New World. Shit’s gonna hit the fan anyway.

The good thing about this country is that there is full of opportunity for the gold-rush, provided that you got the guts and the wits. Life could be super sweet like the 19th American west combined with smartphones and automatic-geared automobiles. But it’s never going to be a place for novel epiphany and philosophy. If you don’t have it yet, you are never going to get it in China. And that also means the chances that you would find someone who would not despise you because you do not care about signaling, signaling, and signaling with money and networking are quite hopelessly slim. This reminds me of my jungle days in Laos. Just get the damn data, then I’d tap some sleazy backpacking girls at the Mekong river border. For those who want to make a fortunate, either just for the sake of being rich or other higher objectives, China is your place.