You may think you've changed, think you've become the person you were always meant to be, but until you confront your inner-demons... head-on... until you've stared into the mouth of the beast and laughed, proving it can't take you down anymore, you haven't done dick.
I 'thought' I had game figured out, 'thought' I was Mr. Hot-stepper, 'thought' I was in control, even when I knew I wasn't... and eventually those demons resurfaced and pulled me back down. No one is indestructible, a trip to Vegas, last May, hastened my descent into madness.
I began to erode from within, to a point where I no longer felt qualified to offer advice here, or to anyone for that matter. I had to brake into shambles mentally, physically, and financially... before I finally snapped out of my on and off again trance.
Don't get me wrong, I was chasing women, always adding prospects whilst getting the occasional bang, but in the past couple months, I was primarily living off of old booty calls. Sadly, most of the new ones could sense the disingenuous confidence, and I knew I had to fix myself.
Finally, I made a decision, give up or get back up. I'm a fighter, stubborn as hell; honestly that's why I love the chase so much, initial rejection only breeds determination within me. It took a long time, but three months later I've put weight back on, I know what I'm doing with myself, and my money/career situation isn't great, but it's definitely enough to get by.
Now, don't think I haven't checked in from time to time, like a watchful father, too ashamed to show himself in front of his kids... I've caught some of the drama, and that is what it is, but this message is mostly for the newbies: I've seen some off the wall shit, a lot of stuff that made me laugh and some just made me cringe. That stops now. I'm back on track, and this train is cruising full speed ahead to Jackassville, where you gotta have charisma, conversational skills, a little fearlessness, and a willingness to try to slaughter every worthy slice of pussy you come across. I'm ready to have some fun again.
I 'thought' I had game figured out, 'thought' I was Mr. Hot-stepper, 'thought' I was in control, even when I knew I wasn't... and eventually those demons resurfaced and pulled me back down. No one is indestructible, a trip to Vegas, last May, hastened my descent into madness.
I began to erode from within, to a point where I no longer felt qualified to offer advice here, or to anyone for that matter. I had to brake into shambles mentally, physically, and financially... before I finally snapped out of my on and off again trance.
Don't get me wrong, I was chasing women, always adding prospects whilst getting the occasional bang, but in the past couple months, I was primarily living off of old booty calls. Sadly, most of the new ones could sense the disingenuous confidence, and I knew I had to fix myself.
Finally, I made a decision, give up or get back up. I'm a fighter, stubborn as hell; honestly that's why I love the chase so much, initial rejection only breeds determination within me. It took a long time, but three months later I've put weight back on, I know what I'm doing with myself, and my money/career situation isn't great, but it's definitely enough to get by.
Now, don't think I haven't checked in from time to time, like a watchful father, too ashamed to show himself in front of his kids... I've caught some of the drama, and that is what it is, but this message is mostly for the newbies: I've seen some off the wall shit, a lot of stuff that made me laugh and some just made me cringe. That stops now. I'm back on track, and this train is cruising full speed ahead to Jackassville, where you gotta have charisma, conversational skills, a little fearlessness, and a willingness to try to slaughter every worthy slice of pussy you come across. I'm ready to have some fun again.