The Ironwood Collection of Alpha Moves (17 page)

Just me demonstrating how badly I wanted to do wicked things to her body and delight her soul.
 
How I was hungry like the alpha wolf I was.
 
The Red Pill kicked into Extended Release, and I commenced to do nasty things to her leg while I nibbled on her ear while the crowd cheered us on. We concluded the song with a heartfelt public kiss with tongue and my hand on her ass and everything, and we got a round of drunken applause from the crowd that I'd never have imagined I'd be getting back when leg warmers walked the earth..
 
Thanks to a timely royalty check, we'd been able to do Vegas without looking at our bank balance for once. Which meant I
 
hemorrhaged
 
money over four days.
 
I haven't even figured out how
 
extravagant
 
I was yet, because I'm afraid to total up the receipts.
 
But honestly,
 
I don't care how much it cost, or how much energy I devoted to making the trip happen
, dirty dancing with your
 
wife
 
girlfriend in a crowd of drunken strangers and making every woman there envy her your devotion and attention,
 
that
, Gentlemen,
 
made it worth every fucking penny.
 
 
It was pure, primal Game. It slashed through years of accumulated bullshit and brought us back to the primal boy-meets-girl that got the whole thing started.
 
It was Game made manifest.
It's all right there in the
 
16 Commandments, Number 2 (Make Her Jealous), Number 6 (Keep Her Guessing -- no one expects a popped collar . . .
 
until it's too late
), Number 9 (Connect With Her Emotions), Number 11 (Be Irrationally Self-Confident -- I
 
told
 
you I went to 11), Number 12 (Maximize Your Strengths - goofiness and gratuitous displays of ego,
 
check!
) . . . and
 
especially
 
Number 13.
Ah, Number 13.
 
Always Err On The Side Of Too Much Boldness, Not Too Little.
 
Too often we married dudes forget that.
 
There's a timidity that can arise from long
 
acquaintance, a mix of boredom and familiarity that needs to be regularly washed away like a bad stain on your
 
Members Only
 
jacket.
 
Blue Pill dudes don't get it
 
at all --
 
it might as well still be 1987.
 

But as far as Married Game goes, this is a tricky but essential way of keeping your woman's interest high.
 
You must be bold.
 
 
You must find some way to reach beyond the mundanities of middle-age and grasp the essential testosterone-poisoned, horny-enough-to-screw-a-goat teenage libido and all the reckless abandon it represents . . . without doing something stupid like cheating on her.
 
You Must Boldly Go,
 
if you want her loins to ache for you.
 
Show her, in public if need be.
 
Fuck propriety. Fuck mature wisdom.
 
Fuck middle age reserve. (And while you're at it, remember Number 14). Show her that you're still the same horny, groping teen you were back in the day.
 
Show her how she makes you throb, and do it unashamedly, without reservation.
 
That she's sweeter than wine.
 

Bust a move on her behalf.
 
Show her that you have that wolfy hunger that made you do awkwardly stupid things in your
 
adolescence
 
. . . but now you have the wit and wisdom to boldly display every nasty shred of Alpha in your aging body.
 
Show her that you're the
MAN
, and that she's damn lucky to have found you, and damn special for being the center of your personal universe.
 
And if you do it right, you'll never have to worry about Number 16.
 
Because you've got Game, son.
 
That's the key.
 
Game.
 
Understanding the complex interplay of heterosexual dynamics that leads to high-quality interpersonal and physical encounters with an ever-increasing level of satisfaction, and being able to play those emotional notes like a Moog synthesizer until she's practically
 
begging
 
to do simply
 
nasty
 
things to you once you get back to the hotel room.
 
Like a virgin . . . only not so much Madonna as whore.
The rest of the evening was eventful, but I'm going to stop the narrative here.
 
We made it back to the hotel after a few adventures -- Vegas is a hell of a town.
 
Once we recovered sufficiently, and we were far from prying eyes (they're watching you), I continued a display utilizing good old Number 14.
 
I don't need to relate the details here, for dramatic reasons.
 
Use your imagination.
Let's just say . . .
 
I was hungry like the wolf.
 
And there are other things I've gotten much, much better at since 1987.
Chap
ter Six
teen:

Alpha Move: Dress Like The Captain

Among my favorite
Yule
gifts this year was this magnificent coat.

It’s a replica of Captain Jack Harkness’ coat from the Doctor Who spin-off, Torchwood.  Captain Jack is a 51st century bisexual (omnisexual) immortal stud who will happily bang anything that moves.  Male, female, transgender, alien, inanimate, you name it.  He also has a delicious sense of style.  For those of you looking to up your visual Alpha presentation without resorting to plaid flannel hunting shirts or teardrop prison tattoos, allow me to recommend considering . . . The Captain’s Coat:

The classic gray looks good on anyone.  The shoulders broaden you, the length makes you look taller.  It’s a rayon/polyester blend that looks like wool (still Dry Clean Only, but so worth it).  The classic 1940s styling (it’s modeled after a WWII-era RAF officer’s coat) screams unapologetic masculinity while at the same time providing an imposing fashion statement. 

You feel like The Captain when you’re wearing this.

This isn’t a sporty little jacket . . . this is a Man’s Coat, double breasted, serious, adult, and dripping with teh Sexy.  Spacious outer and inner pockets provide a haven for your valuables, gadgets, and weaponry, while the shoulder epaulettes give you an air of authority and command presence.

And people look at you.  A ten-minute trip around the grocery store on Christmas Eve made me the object of female attention, and I could have gotten laid at least twice if I’d had time, inclination, or freedom to do so.  Mrs. Ironwood can’t keep her hands off me.    I can barely keep my hands off myself.

Pair it with a gray or black scarf and gloves, or add a dashing grey fedora (wide-brimmed, high crowned) to complete the look. My kids look at me with new respect.  People are more polite to me.  It makes me act more Alpha when I wear it, because people treat me more Alpha.  When you say something wearing this coat, you expect people to listen to you.

But damn, it’s sexy.  If you’re looking for a quick, fairly inexpensive way to up your Alpha presentation, this is worth six months of manicures or three weeks of gym time.  You can’t help feeling dashing in this coat. 

It’s a +1 Sex Rank on a hanger.

Just a suggestion – but for the full effect, skip the geeky t-shirt and go for a button-down shirt, no tie, and suspenders. 

And the sunglasses. 
Don’t forget the sunglasses.

The Perfect
Red Pill
Date: An Alpha Move In Eight Parts

The Perfect Red Pill Date: Introduction
and Preparation

I’d
been taking the Red Pill for a
while,
successfully Gaming my wife for over two months to spectacular success. 
But it was time to start challenging myself. 
So I
decided to test myself:
did I have what it takes to plan and execute a maneuver designed to up my SR (relative to my wife) dramatically?
  Was I ready to pull out the Big Date?

That question was answered for me when I quite unexpectedly got some money I hadn’t counted on.

The life of a freelance writer is exciting, which means scary, which means poverty stricken.  That’s why I appreciate my day job so much, because then freelancing isn’t how I pay the rent, it’s how I pay for the luxuries and extras after the bills are paid. 

One of the vagaries of the profession is how long it can take you to get paid for a job.  I
had
just got some cash for one I did almo
st two years before
– so long, I’d forgotten I’d done it and was supposed to get paid.
(Darn that short-term memory loss . . .)
It wasn’t an extravagant amount, but with our bills thankfully paid for once and no pressing need elsewhere, I had some capital to work with for a change.

So just how could I plan, plot, prepare and execute the Perfect Date with my wife without fumbling?  That was the question I decided to answer.  After all, I’ve been running Game for a couple of months, she’s responded admirably, and our relationship has never been better – why push it?

Well, I wouldn’t be Ian Ironwood if I didn’t push it.

No good experiment is valid unless you know up front what a positive conclusion will look like.  In this case, I was looking for five results:

1)      Increase just how attractive I was to my wife by increasing my sex rank to nearly overwhelming levels

2)      Do so with a powerful series of Alpha moves softened with Beta sophistications to keep things fun.