Go read it HERE. This is a clever analogy.
Boy meets girl.
Girl flakes.
Boy meets girl again.
Boy plays the distance.
Girl asks him out.
Boy and girl have date.
Girl leaves town/goes MIA.
Boy waits for girl to contact him and she lets it be known where she'll be.
Boy shows up but plays the distance and uses other girls to make her jealous.
Boy lets other guys kick their needy/hover/hawk game.
Boy plays it cool, waves her a kiss and and leaves while 2 guys spit their try hard game at her.
To be continued.....
Dating seems to have become little more than an exercise in going against your humanity in order to subtly trick a girl into playing on her socially trained beliefs and subconscious reactions to unrealistic expectations and to do that I must pretend to be less interested than I am.
That being said....I wouldn't value any girl I didn't have to work for to some extent.
You're not entitled to any girl you're not willing to approach.
You're not guaranteed a good looking girl.
You can blame why some dude you don't know is with some girl you'd like to be with but the truth of it is that you don't know anything about either of them.
Sure, it's probably a story you've heard before something like Aziz Ansari would describe:
Onto the grind that is dating and pursuit and approach:
- Met and set up a date with another girl I'd met who is not quite my type but has a cute and lithe little frame and a very submissive feminine grace to her. I can see my hand wrapped around her throat, my fingers in her mouth and my teeth gritted.
I can pretty much tell you how it will go. Because I legitimately don't really care how it goes my game will be uber tight (I'd say my game is a solid 20% better with girls I'm marginally attracted to), and we'll probably end up insta-dating a segue to somewhere downtown and she'll drink and it will be up to me to escalate and though I want this other girl I will escalate and perhaps we'll have sex, perhaps we won't. She
I'm not one much for pressing through that kind of resistance so time will tell.
- Attempting to find time to schedule a weekend with a girl from ages ago that we had the raw chemistry but due to how/where we met sex was just not an option. She has a body built for sex. She's unapologetically feminine in a lot of ways.
- Texted the girl I met clubbing/bar hopping on V-Day, so we'll see how/if that pans out.
She's not as cute as the other too, but she does have big boobs which takes her far in my book. She's pretty thick from her previous athletic hobby but again, I'm an incremental learner and it's time to get back on the proverbial horse.
I'm having to build up a stack of options because the mathematical truth as Roosh says z is less than y is less than x whereby the number of you girls you sleep with is a far cry from the number you approach/meet/open.
At some point, approaching and dating will feel like work.
It will feel like a chore.
You think Michael Jordan felt like shooting free throws every fucking day?
You think Henry Ford just built the Model-T the first go round?
Getting good at something....this is the real question.
Are you ready for the grind?
You don't have to be good or even adept.
In fact, naturals never rise above their natural ability. And in the event that core self-image is tested, their whole skillset collapses.
Are you only going to do it when you're in the mood?
When conditions are favorable?
Or do you just like the idea of being good at this skill, this thing?
Talk is cheap.
You have to demonstrate with action and priority what is important to you.
You have to hold yourself accountable.
Especially with pick-up.
You have to show up on the days when your heart is not in it.
Those are the days I most have often have breakthroughs. Whether it's at the gym or whatever.
I'm tired but it's time to hit the gym then go sarging with my buddy because I can go home, make some healthy food then masturbate and sleep or I can grind through one day closer to improvement.
Good luck and happy hunting.
I'll report back after the date I have scheduled tomorrow.
- Yrs. in Christ
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