Christmas Time Alert: Abandon Ship!

Thought for the day:
"Publications designed for men

bear titles like Sports, Flying, Electronics,

Mechanics, etc., while those sold mainly to
females are called Self, Glamour, Image, Me,
Woman, and so forth."

Getting my sea legs strong in this life of sobriety, I pick up my evidence of the nature of the beast that is game and pursing pretty girls through the blogosphere and manosphere. I take it with a grain of salt b/c it is self-reported, marred by exaggeration, but overall, the pulse has always been roughly spot on.

I read them like dispatches from the trenches.

I have noticed something as I've become a relatively normal person.
When I was a raging alcoholic womanizer barely capable of providing for himself, I couldn't chase girlfriends away no matter how depraved and debauched my behavior. No matter how deplorable my behavior...I stayed steeped in women, up to my ears.

I do attract less women these days.
I've been taught that we attract people of equitable emotional health/stability.
If this is any indication, well....

I've also observed a very, very curious phenomenon. When I've been out, the girls who have approached me, have almost uniformly been not of American origin. There have been a couple exceptions, but literally only a handful.

The fucking Titanic is sinking gentlemen.
The female friends I've made over the past * months have only harkened this albatross forth in my mind.
The excess of girls gorging themselves on this new age of it's healthy to rotate through partners like a compulsive sex addict.....is disturbing.

This isn't about a  double standard.
It's about preening and validating that it's healthy.
I knew my behavior as a womanizing alcoholic was excessive and the symptoms of very likely a dual diagnosis.

Girls read this stuff like chick crack manuals and think it's a part of the 42 lives they are supposed to live between being a lifetime princess VIP, career woman, mother, bar dancing club queen neophyte.....blah blah fucking blasé.

I've never been one to be all doom and gloom.
But my time away has truly convinced me....that the fucking ship is going down.
If you think you can outgame your way to the finish line and win in this system, you have not been paying attention.
The fucking game is over man.
You are ignoring the evidence of your eyes and ears.
Fucking. Game. Over.
There is no winning.

The best you can do is stay off the grid and survive and keep your freedom.
Without that, all else is lost.
Game, even entering into this tete a tete is losing gentlemen.
Work out. Devote yourself to an ideal.
Do meaningful things.
Pursue interests of value to you (Battlefield 4 does not count).
The handful of women of value will perhaps float about, unwilling to acquiesce to the roving jackals of what passes for men these days.

There is no set of routines or openers or canned material to learn.
Look at yourself objectively.
Are you worthy of desire?
Are you worthy pursuing?
These are deep seated beliefs that are hard to fake.

Give yourself value.
People of value set boundaries for themselves.
They draw lines in the sand.
They eat healthy for the most part, they exercise.
They change and adapt and pursue experiences in life (and no clubbing every Friday and Saturday does not count).

Success straight no chaser is a process of self-improvement.
There are no short cuts. As long as you desire the short cut it is out of your reach.
The short cut is waking up one day and not recognizing the old, feeble, weak, hive-minded drone that once lived as a robot in their honeycomb of inanity and self-deprecation.

You know the difference.
Those peacocking faux hawk tatted up guys in the club, all of whom slyly insinuate to girls they've had cage fights for large sums of money in junkyards. Like Gatsby, their phrases are worn thin and threadbare, so trite and clichéd as to seem incredulous.

It's for those that DO it, not those that WANT it.

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I stumbled across the new multi-layered considerations of game:
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A reader offers a relevant account,

Got this shit test a couple of nights ago in a club. Wondering about recommendations and assessment on how I handled it.
Walked up to a group of girls in the smoking area and opened with “you girls look like you’re having the most fun here”. Immediately one of them replies with “Um, We were trying to have a serious conversation here” with muchos attitude. My response was to address the group “Is she always like this?”
How did I do? How would you handle this situation better?"

The analysis which follows is spot on:
" I suspect, based on your abridged replay of events that night, that you deployed the line too soon and too jarringly. That line is a classic because it works, but the implied understanding is that the line works best embedded within a conversation that already has some legs under it. The girls are already open to talking to you, even if all they’re doing is shit testing you or giving you an opportunity to spit your pitch. In that state, they’re more receptive to your divide-and-conquer tactic.
It appears you cold approached, lay down a line that can sound corny if the girls really *do* look like they’re having a lot of fun, received an immediate and debilitating auto-bitch reply, followed up with the neg, and then went into a holding pattern waiting for a positive group reaction. That is, assuming you flamed out. You didn’t specify what happened after you said “Is she always like this?”."

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Wrap your brain around the layers of understanding necessary to that interaction.
The game is getting apocalyptic gentlemen.