T-Minus....

I've explained my "Rule of 7" in the past.
For every 7 girls I approach/meet in the pursuit of sex, I'll sleep with one.
The average a lot of times is closer to 1 out of every 3 or 4.
That being said, at the outside, in dry times, it's been up to 7 at the most I've ever hit in a slump before actually then sleeping with someone.

My current girlfriend was I think the 2nd or 3rd girl I'd approached/legitimately pursued since becoming single.

Getting nest'd up and feeling everything I do for her wasn't the plan in such short order as I was just getting my seduction skills back online, but she's exactly what I like/want, so I got wrapped up in some LTR game and locking her down/in before I could even stop myself.

I operate more as a sniper these days picking good prospects and establishing some killer rapport before the date/following meet-up ever takes places. I honestly don't experience a lot of what I read online about piles and piles of numbers to nowhere (early on in my pick-up perhaps that was the norm) and near constant flaking. I've only had those things when I could honestly say I fucked up the interaction or didn't press the envelope when we did meet and played it a bit laconically. In all honesty, I'm just finding if I'm not really attracted to a girl, I can't help but on some level show that I'm just going through the motions and that I'm not gonna be all fucking brand new puppy home from the shelter glad to be on a fuckin' date.

Once you start pushing upwards of 50 women or however many it takes for you, you start to see the numbers in the matrix....and illusion has been revealed. You see the petty emotional circles and patterns. You see the girls who are short term game experts but couldn't keep a man if their life depended on it. You realize how dumb the average fucking dude is. You realize that plenty of women, just like plenty of men, are so emotionally vapid and shallow and damaged that they can't even have what they really want because they're lying to themselves and by extension everyone else they meet in every single interaction. How empty the average girls' life is. How lonely everyone is. How sad it is that no one can connect without some pretense pumped full of alcohol or some bullshit shared mutual interest like crossfit or kickball or art gala fundraiser for Zimbabwe or whatever-the-fuck-it-is. Fucking spare me.


Since then, I'm not actively pursuing anyone else but some birds keep flopping down in front of me throughout the week.
I've already essentially turned down 2 that came my way. A 3rd one just hit me up recently. A 4th one is waiting in the wings, I can tell. She's on the slow roll friendzone creep thinking she can slip her way in very, very, very subtly if she plays the long term game. She's young, but I admire her gumption and willingness to give it a shot. I'm stupidly far above her level of experience, she's asked around and been told she's not my type....but she's still playing the field with winning in mind.
I have to respect that type of initiative.

For a potentially reformed womanizer, it's been interesting, I'll say that.
I've reverted to a passive stance on approaching women.
The number I got last week didn't pan out so if I'm not having dinner with this girl tomorrow night I'll be out pounding the pavement for a new lead or two.
It's a contact sport: the more you contact, the more you score.
If I'm going to have any dalliances on the side, I have to brush up on my womanizer skills, a part of me I had thought I'd put to rest. However, if birds fall from the sky into my lap....I can only resist so much.

      - Yrs. in Christ