Relationship Game: Seduction is Continuous

IF/WHEN you land a high value woman.
Your work has just begun.

With practice, it doesn't feel like work, but you must put certain practices into place or you will falter or slip and the fucking wolves at the door will steal your meal.

My girl gets hit on virtually everywhere we go.
It is a fucking torrential downpour sometimes.

It is irritating but I also internalize that this is good for me, it's practice in maintaining frame, and it's building me into a stronger man with greater control and resiliency.
And yeah, it fucking drives me motherfucking crazy sometimes.
But, nothing worth doing is easy, nothing worth attaining is easy.

This is how I lost my ex-girlfriend.
I stopped seducing her.
We stopped going out and just having fun.
We had borderline similar interests and others that weren't so compatible but those are fucking excuses. I did not maintain attraction.
I could blame her and thus not change, or I can accept my culpability and thus make changes and learn and improve.

Sometimes, you need to arrive to meet your girl somewhere dressed like you are fucking trying to close a multi-million dollar deal. You need to show up like this is your one motherfucking shot on earth for success.

Channel your favorite masculine film icon or James Bond (I like the Daniel Craig version for this).
You have to fucking broadside this chick.
Be you...but a different you. Play a part. A girl wants to see different sides of you, but not when she expects it.
Don't ask me why, just accept it.
Act like you've never even gotten in those pants.
Seriously.
You must keep your woman on your toes.
Your rational man brain does not understand the feminine mystique.

You must keep her on her toes.
Cat-string theory is an ABSOLUTE TRUTH. I have seen this affirmed in girls of virtually ALL AGES AND DEMOGRAPHICS.
IGNORE THIS RULE at your own peril.
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Real Life Example:
Before my girl and I were at the sleeping together phase or perhaps we'd had sex only a couple times, but I hadn't stayed over at her place consecutive nights, we met at a venue.
My girl was all over me with her hands, her body language, it was like she was begging me to hold her tight and just begging me to give her attention.
This ***** girl nearby was literally starting at me like a fucking convict stares at the highway/horizon.

So, this girl is burning a fucking hole in me. It was two fold. My girl is the one that fucking mad dudes are hitting on the entire night. She in turn, wants me, over the rest of those guys. This girl and her girl radar were going berserk. Women want nothing more than a highly desired man.
Real women, of value and esteem know the game intrinsically and they play to fucking win.
She wasn't a homewrecker, but I could tell she was filing me away for the pipeline and I'd bet you my last dollar here one of these weeks she would subtly do some investigation.

Sure enough, come to find out, a mutual friend of mine asked my girl if we were dating in order to relay the info to this girl: How long we'd been dating, how we met, and the other probing questions.