The Bitch Bin
This post may not resonate with the younger men, but the older players out there know that one of the most important things any man can do is set himself up for failure.
Setting oneself up for failure is an art form that takes years of practice to perfect. The art of failure, when properly executed, paints a picture that is truly worth 1,000 words. As you age, the hot 22 year olds only come around once every two or three months, and a man often finds himself rooting around in the panties of women in the 28 to 38 year old age bracket to kill time.
There’s nothing worse than locking on to some 30 year old woman who was motivated to hop off the cock carousel after attending her little sister’s wedding or her best friend’s engagement party. When this phenomenon occurs, even the biggest slut in the world “grows up” or “finds herself” and is ready for commitment.
Now, mind you, we’re talking about a bitch who has never done anything in her life that required a substantial commitment other than maybe attending college for four years. She has a mountain of credit card and student load debt, daddy still has her cellphone on the family plan, her car insurance is still in his name, and he probably cosigned for her apartment and that BMW she’s driving around town.
But low and behold, this bitch, the one who has never been in a relationship that lasted for more than two years – and even then she banged another guy or two when they were on a break – is ready for eternal commitment with you.
Her assertion that she’s ready for or worthy of commitment is nauseating, offensive, and is rightly seen as nothing more than an intellectual slap in the face to any red pill man. Thus, we have to set ourselves up for failure right after the first bang before things get serious in her calculating little mind.
That’s where the Bitch Bin comes in handy.
There is absolutely nothing in the world that I have ever said, alluded to, or done that sets me up for failure like the Bitch Bin. The photos on your left were taken right after I restocked the Bitch Bin and staged it for the next use. When used properly, the Bitch Bin will plant a seed of doubt in a woman’s mind that will never die, and over the course of a month or two, it germinates and grows like a cancer in her brain. Once I’m set up for failure, the shit tests start. Once the shit tests start, I can pass or fail them whenever I’d like – leaving me the ability to bang her as long as I want, and still get rid of her without the classic breakup drama so commonly found when dealing with women of a certain age.
Yes, young men, you have the luxury of telling some 21 year old chick to hit the bricks and she’ll be gone; but trying to get rid of a 30-something never married bitch isn’t that easy – especially if you have a good job and a bit of an edu-mu-cation. Let’s step out of the protective cloak of the Manosphere and Alpha chest-thumping “bitch be gone!” bravado for a moment and acknowledge that a woman who knows your friends, knows where you work, and has friends in your professional associations will attempt to assassinate your character. It’s ok once or twice, but once people hear these stories about you four or five times per year, you start earning a reputation that could damage your career and social standing.
The concept of the Bitch Bin is simple: You want to plant doubt in her mind. You want her to wonder “Is this guy player? Is he ready for commitment?” but you want to do so without the drama. The benefits of the Bitch Bin are twofold: First, it’ll get her off your case about commitment after the bang, and second, it spins up her hamster and she’ll continue to bang the living shit out of you for a while between subtle tests for marital readiness.
Here’s how to properly execute Bitch Bin game:
Step 1: Go to the store and fill a girly-looking Bitch Bin with these items – making sure you leave them in the package so they remain sanitary: Toothbrush, chick body wash, a clean hairbrush, one of those fluffy soap things women use in the shower, travel size makeup remover, and travel size cotton pads. [Note: Startup costs are around $38, but they never use the stuff, so the only thing you’re probably going to have to replace is a $1.99 toothbrush every two or three weeks.]
Step 2: Place the Bitch Bin in a bathroom drawer. 80% of the time, they’ll find it on their own. The other 20% of the time you’ll have to casually point it out by saying “Oh, if you need anything, there’s a Bitch Bin in the bottom drawer you can dig through.”
Yes, use the term “Bitch Bin.” If you’re too much of a vagina to call it what it is, you’ve already lost.
Step 3: When she asks about it, say “Girls are constantly needing something, so I finally broke down and stocked up.”
Step 4: Enjoy the look on her face.
Step 5: When she asks “Girls? Girls?! How many girls are over here needing a toothbrush and body wash?” Just smirk and say “Oh, you know… my mom and my sisters and stuff…” This works especially well if your mom lives out of state and you don’t have any sisters.
What you’ve done here is fired up her hamster, made her hate you and want to fuck you at the same time, and bought yourself a little Alpha cred.
As the weeks pass, she’ll slyly bring up the Bitch Bin and accuse you of being a player – which is exactly what you want. Pass her shit tests with flying colors until you’re done fucking her (I usually get bored around the end of the second month) and when she brings up the Bitch Bin or your assumed player status again, drop the bomb:
“I’d rather get shot in the face than get married. Married men are society’s ultimate losers.”
If you remember the “This is how we do it” tweet I sent out a few weeks ago with a screen shot of a text message, you’ll know that she’ll dump your ass faster than all hell once she knows an engagement ring isn’t in her future. No messy breakup (since you don’t give a shit) and she’s gone, never to be heard from again.
The beautiful part is that, generally speaking, when a woman has to choose between assassinating your character or playing the “strong independent woman who won’t put up with your shit”, she’ll usually choose the latter. By setting yourself up for failure starting the moment *after* the first bang, you won’t have to worry too much about her telling everyone what a prick you are, because she’ll be too busy telling everyone about how awesome, strong, and goal-oriented she is, and how she doesn’t date losers like you. Oddly, your reputation for being a loser is easily overcome with a smirk, but your reputation for being someone who “takes advantage of poor innocent virginal sweetheart good girls by leading them on” can be very tough to live down, regardless of what kind of tramp she is.
I reckon younger guys could use the Bitch Bin for DHV if they wanted to, but it’s probably not necessary. If she’s already spending the night at your place, save your money and just bounce her ass when you’re done with her. Young girls get butthurt when shown the door, but they usually only criticize you to their group of close friends; it’s the older “commitment oriented” ones who try to assassinate your character, lower your career and social status, and warn the whole of female kind to steer clear of you.
Setting myself up for failure and getting her to dump me on my time frame is probably one of the greatest advancements in my personal game over the past 5 years.
To those who will undoubtedly start in with the “beta beta beta beta” retorts, you sir, must not have much to lose in the way of social standing and career advancement. By poo-pooing somthing this simple and effective that reduces exposure to a full-on public affairs assault by a well-connected woman, you’re outing yourself as an unaccomplished man with little or no social capital.
To those who will undoubtedly say that the Bitch Bin tactic is passive-aggressive, misleading, or morally wrong – you’re exactly right. It totally is. I’ve finally become almost as calculating as the women who misrepresent themselves in an attempt to gain committed access to my resources.
I couldn’t possibly be happier with the results. Game on.
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