This week I’m fully coming back to the game from a little over a year of being in a LTR, not just any relationship, but this is a girl who moved into my apartment for about 7 months. Reason being: she is European, we never really knew what was going on with her work visa and she frequently had to make trips back to Europe to extend her stay. Keeping an apartment here in NYC proved way too expensive and I said she could just stay with me during her time stateside.
She got her visa about two months ago and thats when I started questioning the cost/benfits of living together. First off: she is physical perfection from my standpoint. Absolutely perfect body...has done some modeling in NY and Paris, perfect face, wears the slightest makeup and looks great even good waking up first thing in the morning. Touching her curves never got old and blowjobs were almost too common. A lot of guys dreams for sure. If you asked the pre-game-educated-me if I would have been capable of this three years ago I would have never thought it possible and would have given the world to make it happen.
We were acting like we were married the entire time she lived with me but I still practiced game...she thought it was funny (and was turned on) when she would see girls at bars fawning over me when I made a couple of smooth observations and demonstrated unshakable confidence. I never stopped reading Roissy, Roosh and Rollo and got excited when I heard that Krauser was releasing a new book. But our relationship was so easy, carefree and satisfying that I never had a strong enough urge to run off and bang something new (although I did fuck a co-worker in a bathroom at work, and had three ONS when she was away), when she was around I was happy and my nuts were always on empty.
Then I took a trip alone...to the Amazon rainforest in Peru (mini Lima datasheet forthcoming) where there was not much else to do except enjoy deep nature, meditate and reflect on where I am in life and where I want to go. With help from a shaman and a little ayahuasca medicine, I had a beautiful vision of the situation. In the vision, all girls in my life, including my LTR, past conquests, bar sluts, careerist beasts, and everything in between, were represented by a little care-free girl playing in a field. At her happiest she cared nothing about problems in the world, storms brewing in the distance, or dangers in the forest. But she needed something to be happy, she needed to know that a man was always there ready to protect and guide her or else she would succumb to fear.
I told my LTR about this vision in all seriousness and she completely understood, said that she felt so content and happy around me because I provided a sense of security. My response was that at 31 years old, I am not ready to give so much of my energy to another person, I’m not yet where I want to be.
The trip also gave me a taste of true independence that I have not felt in over a year. This feeling allowed my mind to formulate how I want to develop in the next few years. Things I want to improve upon, projects I want to accomplish, talents I want to develop, and goals I need to reach. Thank you manosphere again for showcasing what is truly important in a mans life.
These things will not be possible while trapped in the shackles of an LTR. Sure, at some points, I will miss having her perfect warm body with me in bed, or the home cooked meals and massages, but these sacrifices will be paltry compared to the improvements that will surely come with the time and freedom to do as I please.
So back to the game it is. And thank the lord for all of the education on game available in this community. It allowed me to get my ‘perfect 10’ invested in me in a LTR and more importantly...it gave me the strength to let her go.
I am excited, thankful for the learning experiences from the entire ‘manosphere’--through it we are on the cusp of soaking in knowledge of a much needed masculine revolution. I can’t wait to contribute to the forum and make the best of this. Watch out NYC, my cock is back in action.
She got her visa about two months ago and thats when I started questioning the cost/benfits of living together. First off: she is physical perfection from my standpoint. Absolutely perfect body...has done some modeling in NY and Paris, perfect face, wears the slightest makeup and looks great even good waking up first thing in the morning. Touching her curves never got old and blowjobs were almost too common. A lot of guys dreams for sure. If you asked the pre-game-educated-me if I would have been capable of this three years ago I would have never thought it possible and would have given the world to make it happen.
We were acting like we were married the entire time she lived with me but I still practiced game...she thought it was funny (and was turned on) when she would see girls at bars fawning over me when I made a couple of smooth observations and demonstrated unshakable confidence. I never stopped reading Roissy, Roosh and Rollo and got excited when I heard that Krauser was releasing a new book. But our relationship was so easy, carefree and satisfying that I never had a strong enough urge to run off and bang something new (although I did fuck a co-worker in a bathroom at work, and had three ONS when she was away), when she was around I was happy and my nuts were always on empty.
Then I took a trip alone...to the Amazon rainforest in Peru (mini Lima datasheet forthcoming) where there was not much else to do except enjoy deep nature, meditate and reflect on where I am in life and where I want to go. With help from a shaman and a little ayahuasca medicine, I had a beautiful vision of the situation. In the vision, all girls in my life, including my LTR, past conquests, bar sluts, careerist beasts, and everything in between, were represented by a little care-free girl playing in a field. At her happiest she cared nothing about problems in the world, storms brewing in the distance, or dangers in the forest. But she needed something to be happy, she needed to know that a man was always there ready to protect and guide her or else she would succumb to fear.
I told my LTR about this vision in all seriousness and she completely understood, said that she felt so content and happy around me because I provided a sense of security. My response was that at 31 years old, I am not ready to give so much of my energy to another person, I’m not yet where I want to be.
The trip also gave me a taste of true independence that I have not felt in over a year. This feeling allowed my mind to formulate how I want to develop in the next few years. Things I want to improve upon, projects I want to accomplish, talents I want to develop, and goals I need to reach. Thank you manosphere again for showcasing what is truly important in a mans life.
These things will not be possible while trapped in the shackles of an LTR. Sure, at some points, I will miss having her perfect warm body with me in bed, or the home cooked meals and massages, but these sacrifices will be paltry compared to the improvements that will surely come with the time and freedom to do as I please.
So back to the game it is. And thank the lord for all of the education on game available in this community. It allowed me to get my ‘perfect 10’ invested in me in a LTR and more importantly...it gave me the strength to let her go.
I am excited, thankful for the learning experiences from the entire ‘manosphere’--through it we are on the cusp of soaking in knowledge of a much needed masculine revolution. I can’t wait to contribute to the forum and make the best of this. Watch out NYC, my cock is back in action.