The Cornerstone of Game

I'm amazing at how some of these basic principles must be reaffirmed and relearned and re-examined lest we forget them.
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We had a date Friday.
She leaves town.
I do a good job of plying my time by setting up a date for the following week with a girl I'd previously met and meeting a new girl on Valentine's Day.
I'm about to go open up a set with a friend of the girl making out with my buddy as I'm laid back on a couch and Top 40 bullshit resonates and reverbs. I see her face but I know where she is and I see through some of the half truths and resign myself to playing the game because no girl is ever as available as she says she is or she is not as taken as she convinces her man.

It's a grim task but I put on the face and force myself marionette style to polish my skills.
No one ever said you would always enjoy getting good at something, motherfucker.

It's an odd equation where the 2 girls I want less get more attention from me and the girl I really want forces me to rigidly follow my rules when having met a girl I want. I have to be diligent because my desire/neediness/want/whatever-the-fuck-you-call-it can easily shine through and we live in trying times my brothers.

I had asked her out awhile back after we met and she was noncommittal.
It affirmed the need to be resolute with my application of game.
We crossed paths and I held frame, was willing to wait until she came over to talk to me.
Her demeanor changed back to the capricious, flirtatious, feminine wiles we all adore if we truly love women for the ephemeral creatures they are.
We had a date, she left town and I didn't hover, didn't hound her with texts, waited for her to get back and on her terms message me.
When in doubt, you must HOLD FAST.
You MUST NOT CAPITULATE.
YOU MUST be willing to lose her.

I've found this is the most steadfast rule in pursuit of women.

The sad truth....the ultimate truth, is that you are ultimately, always, and forever, playing this insane game of chicken in an emotional staredown version of Russian Roulette.

It's tough doing so much that is contrary to what your rational brain says. But like with most skills I've acquired, your natural instincts are usually completely off base when it comes to do something well and with high performance.

A man unwilling to draw a line in the sand or stick to his guns will lose the girl eventually, or she will resent him and you'll wish she'd just leave.

This is the graveyard of truth where your dreams come to die my brothers.