Over on the Ask The Red Pill subreddit, they’re talking about hickeys. More specifically, they’re talking about how alpha men like themselves can strategically use any hickeys they come to possess as a tool to impress the ladies.
Gracienoob starts off the discussion with these jargon-rich observations:
I speak Red Pill, so let me translate: “Plates” are women one is dating casually; “preselection” is the notion that women will find a dude more attractive if they know other women are also interested in said dude; “dread” is when women in relationships worry that they could get dumped; and “smw” is “sexual market value,” that is, one’s sexual appeal.
The trapezius is just the trapezius, a set of muscles on the neck and back. I’m not sure why Mr. Gracienoob didn’t simply say “on the back of my neck” if that’s what he means.
Here, courtesy of Wikipedia, is a gif of a trapezius riding the skeleton carousel:
Anyway, so Mr. Gracienoob is convinced that getting lots of hickeys will make his assorted, er, plates jealous of one another and thus make him even more irresistible than he was before.
I mean, maybe if he were in high school it would.
In fact, Mr. Gracienoob’s suggested strategy is so thoroughly high school that even some of the Red Pill commenters warn him about it. red_Man writes that while the proposed strategy might make sense in theory,
it looks tryhard if you you are walking with a hickey on your neck all the time. And also hickeys are kinda a highschool thing
“So high school,” replies another.
Another commenter just thinks it’s too obvious.
“If anything make it subtle,” writes Chael-OkGreat-Sonnen. “Invite a girl to your house and leave something like ponytail holder.”
So the properly subtle strategy would be to buy a set of scrunchies and leave them haphazardly around your apartment so that any dates you bring home will see them and assume that you’re absolutely drowning in hot babes?
I mean, that’s somehow even more pathetic than the hickey thing.
You’ll be glad to know that Mr. Gracienoob has been convinced to abandon his hickey strategy. “I think I’ll adopt a no mark policy,” he tells one skeptical commenter. “I think saying I don’t do marks would cause dread as well.”
When this policy fails to amp up the lady dread, I suspect he’d going to revert to his original plan — and try to jumpstart the whole process by drawing hickeys on his own neck with a sharpie.
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