Reliance on Game and Assumed Advantages Will Blind You

I sometimes cruise through the travel section of the Roosh V forums for information regarding the dating scene in Asia. The forum is populated by quite a bit of well-traveled dick slingers and as such it has a lot of useful information for the aspiring international playboy.

On a lark, I ran a google search on the entire forum for “Japan” and a thread titled “Bang Osaka” was the first result. Expecting a detailed datasheet regarding pick-up in Japan’s 3rd largest city, what I found instead was 19 pages worth of field reports demonstrating the limited efficacy of “game” in the pursuit of poon.

Weed Part II – Where It Comes From and How They Get It

A serious smoker, indeed.

Part I of this guide outlined a bit of history and the current state of Japanese weed smokers. Now we will get into the fun stuff.

Tokyo Darkside Guide: Weed, Part 1 – Introduction

One hitters were quite popular back in the day

In my 7 years of running around this massive concrete jungle, I’ve had the opportunity to see and experience many aspects Tokyo that you will never read about in Lonely Planet. It would be a shame if this knowledge went to waste, so I will begin compiling information on various “darkside” topics of interest here. The first topic: everyone’s favorite drug-that-shouldn’t-be-a-drug, Marijuana.

Using Stereotypes and Assumptions to Your Advantage

I stumbled upon this means of generating intrigue when I first began going out and trying to meet girls in Tokyo. I used to simply just tell them that I’m a Japanese-American, but eventually I found it to be much more fun and effective to let them make an assumption about me before correcting them.

Feel Good Bullshit: What it is, why it’s bad, and how to spot it

This post originally appeared on Reddit’s /r/TheRedPill subreddit.

Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of Feel Good Bullshit™ creeping into posts and comments around here. I’d like to take this opportunity to discuss what exactly Feel Good Bullshit is, why it is bad, and how to spot it for what it is.

Wherein I Compare Women to Consumable Goods

My first encounter with beer was your typical American college fare. It tasted like pisswater, but gut it out long enough and you’ll be too drunk to care.

Years later, a friend introduced me to American microbrews. They were delicious and hoppy and full of flavors other than piss. Their creators took great care in producing a fine, flavorful product. The first thing I thought was, “What the fuck have I been drinking?” I realized that beer is, in fact, not just carbonated piss water.

Halloween Shenanigans, Part II

Two weeks late, but I said I would follow up, and damn it, I’m a man of my word.

On Halloween proper (a Thursday night), I once again donned my trusty, ostentatious costume and hit an early party in Roppongi with a friend. Opening sets of chicks was a breeze; I would just make eye contact or yell “Hey!” and motion for them to come over. The power of a great costume cannot be understated. I was regularly blowing guys with half-assed costumes out of the water just by being more visually interesting. We can sit here and argue about the validity of the “looks don’t matter” trope in the other 364 days of the year, but on Halloween, it simply is not true.

Halloween Shenanigans, Part I

「相馬の古内裏」/ “Soma’s Old Imperial Palace”

This year, October 31st  falls fortuitously on a Thursday, meaning two weekends worth of Halloween parties will be had.

This past weekend, Halloween festivities began as soon as the Friday workday came to an end. I stopped by the local 100 yen store Daiso on the way home to assemble the costume that I had been rocking for over 4 years now. Over on Puerarchy, I said that my costume was a lifeguard outfit, but I must admit that that was a lie. My actual costume is/was very, very ostentatious and to reveal it on the net would leave me susceptible to a vigorous doxxing by anyone so determined. However, the concept behind my costume is essentially the same: a pretense for being as conspicuously unclothed as possible.

After linking up with a few buddies, we all headed over to a foreigner-organized party in Shibuya. In the taxi ride over, our kindly female driver warned me,

「あのね、そんな格好で、捕まりますよ。」/ “In that costume, you’re going to get arrested.”

Perfect.

The White God is Dead

It’s not like the good old days anymore.

Perhaps on your university campus, you spotted a rather well put together Asian woman hanging off the arm of a rather average Joe.

Perhaps some older gent regaled you with his tales of sexual debauchery in Tokyo during his stint in the Navy.

Perhaps you’ve heard stories of some loser friend of a friend who moved to Japan to teach English who had raven-haired goddesses lined up around the block outside his tiny apartment despite his poor hygiene, potbelly, and complete lack of Japanese language skills.

Whatever the reason, wives’ (or perhaps Bros’) tales and missing-context observations like these lead people outside of Japan to believe that sexual “White God” status is instantly granted — like super human strength to Kal-El after he crash landed on Earth– to any male Caucasian foreigner who touches ground at Narita International Airport. From the stories you hear, you’d think that Japanese women are launching themselves mouth-first on to the open crotch of any round-eye in striking distance.

Fortunately, I am here to tell you, dear reader, don’t believe the hype: Game is a requirement here in the land of the rising sun for white guys as well. If you’re not getting laid back home, chances are you won’t turn into Casanova here. These tales of white sexual supremacy, while containing slivers of truth, only serve to distract from the realities of modern-day danjokankei, giving delusions of grandeur to the fair skinned and burdening the ruddier complexions with unnecessary self-doubt.

Popular Meat Market “Muse” Raided by Police

Source: 摘発警戒で客の身分確認？西麻布の無許可クラブ

Sunday morning, I awoke in a cold sweat. I felt a terrible disturbance in The Game, as if a hundred drunken puss hounds cried out together in blue-balled unison.

In another unfortunate application of the “Entertainment Business Law”, the po-po raided popular pick-up spot “Bar Muse” and arrested its manager and three others.  As of now, the official website of Muse (http://muse-web.com/) is inaccessible.

I have been unable to locate any details as to the current status of the establishment. Suffice to say, it is unlikely that Muse will straighten out its shit in time for the Halloween party festivities of the next two weekends.

The longstanding Muse had been a popular spot for drunken hook-ups amongst locals and foreigners alike. Most veterans of Japanese nightlife have one or two stories of a great night in hook up history involving the club. I think my first drunken club make out in Japan took place there. Good times.

In a country with a sharply declining birth rate, why would the Japanese government keep laws in place that prevent the chances of girls getting preggo?