Gucci Little Piggy

Walking into a bar with several good-looking chicks is better than Game, good looks, fancy clothes, or a nice car when it comes to getting the attention and attraction of other females.

**My observance of these trends is merely for sociological experimentation purposes. I’m fully aware that my girlfriend gets more attention from guys when she wears a low-cut shirt or has gone tanning for a while; my story is merely the male version of such attention. I don’t instigate these things nor act on them, I merely relate and synthesize them for you, the reader.

It’s no secret that a man’s status is raised when he’s in the company of women other than his mother. The more attractive the crew the better. As a corollary, a single man is best served by attaching himself to a group of attractive female friends than male friends or showing up to a place stag, if his goal is female conquest.

Here is the dynamic at work. A given woman is inundated with a plethora of men on any given night. She sees all walks of life; tall, short, handsome, hideous, black, white, buff, slobby. One thing she doesn’t see is status and date/mate quality. She can observe body language and attire. These can be good indications of quality as well, but they are no substitute for the pre-selection of another woman. See, selection of a man by another woman, as either her friend or boyfriend, indicates that that man has met certain social criteria. In short, a friendly group of women administered the screening process for an observing chick. Selection by a group of women cuts to the quick of Game’s object. If the man has proved his social worth to multiple women, need for Game is minimized. I’ve developed a nice line chart laying out the effect of the number of women in the “harem” if you will:

There are a couple of things I’d like to point out. Women in your group have diminishing marginal returns. In other words, the first woman increases the male’s attractiveness by the largest number of points. Each additional woman increases the absolute total, but with less magnitude. Therefore the slope of the line decreases. At some certain point (I hypothesize that the number is around 6 or 7+) women’s attraction begins to be less than optimal. The force field of such a large number of women could be off-putting, or outside women might start thinking a man rolling with 12 broads is gay or something. Either way, hanging with too many women starts to detract from attractiveness until a point is reached where it may be better to go to the bar alone or with male friends.

I’ll relate a couple of anecdotes, both from the same evening. These shouldn’t be taken as me being cocky about any qualities that I might have; I have gone out to bars by myself or with male friends plenty of times and felt like I was the Meat Man at a Las Vegas Vegan Convention. The interest I received in these anecdotes is owed solely to the fact that I was rolling deep with some good-looking broads, girlfriend included.

Last Thursday after playing trivia at the Fieldhouse, me and the team, consisting of my girlfriend and 4 other girls, went to Backstage for some drinks. Now, I’m not the most socially aware guy in the world, but I also don’t have Asperger’s or anything; I noticed eyes. The eyes of other females as I walked into the bar with my team scanned us all relentlessly. Of course they were scanning the chicks I was with, but those glances also came my way. The initial step is attention. Following that, as a guy hanging out with a group of women, you’ll notice sideways glances and top-to-bottom scanning. To avoid putting too fine a point on it, chicks will check you out.

As I approached the table my friends had scouted out (my girlfriend was at another table), I was introduced to a couple of girls that one of them knew. One of the girls was a redhead. As this chick clutched my hand upon introduction, she blatantly grazed my hand against her boob. Now, I’m famously redheaded, and the only comments I get from women about my hair come in the form of insults or from old broads who just love the gingers; redheaded women don’t even talk to me about my hair color. It’s honestly never happened in a bar. But this chick opened me with discussion about my hair color. I threw out a couple of jokes from my repertoire, ones that nobody usually laughs at, but she enjoyed them. At the least, her interest in me was increased by my female companionship at the table. Turning around to intermittently scan the rest of the bar, I’d catch glimpses of glances that I don’t usually notice. Unless the beer I was drinking heightened my awareness, other girls were looking my way.

A little later, my girlfriend and I went to the Shadow to meet some of our Bulgarian friends. We spent a little while greeting them, and this other chick started chatting me up soon after I entered the group. She somehow knew some of my friends. After we exchanged initial greets, and without my prompting, she blurted out “OK, I’m gonna have to get your number” with my girlfriend standing 2 feet away. Too underscore my point, it was the easiest number close I’ve ever had. Understanding my precarious situation though, I feigned hard-hearing and then acted as if I were being beckoned by someone across the bar.

These anecdotes do nothing to outwardly prove anything, but they are strong evidence, given the fact that they occurred on the same night when I was hanging with quite a few close female friends, and they involved unusual behavior by women at the bar. As I’ve stated, I had no desire to make anything happen, and my dress and demeanor were just like they always are. These stories merely provide evidence to support my thesis that being surrounded by girls is the best way to attract girls, better than Game or good looks.