We’ve all read about social proof and preselection: Basically, a woman will find a man more attractive if one of her peers has already chosen him. Commonly known as “wedding ring syndrome”, where men claim to get hit on more after they get married than when they were running game on everything with a skirt, preselection is evident in our daily lives.
About a month ago I went out with one of my female colleagues. I outrank her at work by at least two managerial levels, and she’s a bit of a bitch about it, but I get along famously with her boyfriend. It just so happened that I dumped a fling who had overstayed her welcome that morning, so I was up for going out and having a drink. I wasn’t in the mood to game, so going out with my buddy and his girl seemed like a good idea.
We walked into a bar together and ran in to one of my coworker’s friends. She was at least a solid 7, and in great shape. My coworker introduced me, and then proceeded to tell her friend that I had just broken up with my “girlfriend”. I didn’t feel the need to point out that there’s a huge difference between a girlfriend and just some random chick I had fucked for a few weeks, so I let it slide. The two girls ended up cackling on about girl stuff, so I sat there and drank with my buddy.
Fast forward to last night, and I found myself at a house party where my coworker’s friend showed up. I said “Hey Rachael, remember me? I met you the other night with Stephanie and Michael”.
She looked me dead in the eye and said “oh yeah, you’re that guy who got dumped by his girlfriend”.
I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t want anything to do with me. Regardless of what the real story was, all this girl saw me as was a recently dumped loser who showed up alone at a house party. She saw absolutely no value in me whatsoever. She even had an evil little smirk on her face as she delivered what she thought was a blow to my ego. I decided not to do the whole “nuh uh, I dumped her – she didn’t dump me” thing so as to avoid looking like a childish prick. I simply decided to walk away from Rachel and not give her another thought.
Later that night I bumped into a cute young artist and starting chatting. We exchanged numbers and decided to go somewhere quiet where we could “talk”. As I walked her towards the door, I made sure I passed Rachael so she could see that I had just picked up a girl slightly more attractive than she was. I was so excited to see the look on her face when she realized I wasn’t a recently dumped chump.
But instead of having the look of “oh my god, I was wrong about that guy”, she simply looked at the girl I was leaving with, tilted her head, and had a look on her face that seemed to say ‘that poor girl has no idea what a loser that guy is”.
I’ll never underestimate the power of preselection or social proof again. Once you slip in to the friend zone or the loser zone in a woman’s mind, its damn near impossible to crawl your way back out.
SUGGESTED READING: Social Proof by Adam Lyons
Filed under Random Brain Thinkin’ Tagged with pickup, preselection, PUA, social proof
September 1, 2010 by Solomon II
As iron sharpeneth iron, so one man sharpeneth another. Proverbs 27:17
I’ll never underestimate the power of preselection or social proof again. Once you slip in to the friend zone or the loser zone in a woman’s mind, its damn near impossible to crawl your way back out.
Just think of it as a guy’s once a slut, always a slut. A guy’s slut # is based on his discretion & a girl’s social proof is at her discretion.