This is weird. I'm feeling something I haven't felt in a long time, and I have never actually met the woman. I don't know what the feeling is exactly, but I will explain.
To be honest, most of my friends and family, if they read what I posted here and elsewhere, and if I were to tell them even a handful of recent stories of how I interact with women without any regard whatsoever for anything besides what I want, they would consider me a sociopath. Personally, I don't care, I'm not seeking absolution and will never change.
So, as many of you veterans in the game know, the further you go down this route, the less and less likely you are to feel a meaningful attachment to someone. I mean, once you have nailed a couple hundred different broads from various countries, some married, some not, some in relationships, some crazy, etc, you start to embrace a sort of cynical realism.
I haven't felt any sort of meaningful attachment in at least 5 or 6 years, and didn't miss it.
Then about a week ago, I got in touch with this Brazilian woman, or rather she contacted me first after seeing my profile online. She is a tv news reporter in a major city, is a smokin hot 28 yr old redhead, intelligent and well read, from a wealthy enough family that I don't have to worry about a golddigger but no so wealthy that she has second homes in London and New York and would therefore be subject to the feminist disaster.
So, after exchanging a couple of emails, on Saturday we video chatted on Skype. I thought it would be a few minutes. I did not consciously use any game, and we ended up talking for 70 minutes without missing a beat. She is a genuinely nice person and not as boring to talk to as most women. I am planning to move to the south of Brazil in a few months, and she was giving me a lot of advice.
I followed up on our chat with an email that gave links to some books and other things we had talked about, and when I woke up on Sunday, waiting in my inbox was a long 2 or 3 page email.
When I woke up today, I was thinking about her.
I've met a lot of women off the internet, maybe 50 or 70 notches over the years, and I never think about any of them.
To be honest, most of my friends and family, if they read what I posted here and elsewhere, and if I were to tell them even a handful of recent stories of how I interact with women without any regard whatsoever for anything besides what I want, they would consider me a sociopath. Personally, I don't care, I'm not seeking absolution and will never change.
So, as many of you veterans in the game know, the further you go down this route, the less and less likely you are to feel a meaningful attachment to someone. I mean, once you have nailed a couple hundred different broads from various countries, some married, some not, some in relationships, some crazy, etc, you start to embrace a sort of cynical realism.
I haven't felt any sort of meaningful attachment in at least 5 or 6 years, and didn't miss it.
Then about a week ago, I got in touch with this Brazilian woman, or rather she contacted me first after seeing my profile online. She is a tv news reporter in a major city, is a smokin hot 28 yr old redhead, intelligent and well read, from a wealthy enough family that I don't have to worry about a golddigger but no so wealthy that she has second homes in London and New York and would therefore be subject to the feminist disaster.
So, after exchanging a couple of emails, on Saturday we video chatted on Skype. I thought it would be a few minutes. I did not consciously use any game, and we ended up talking for 70 minutes without missing a beat. She is a genuinely nice person and not as boring to talk to as most women. I am planning to move to the south of Brazil in a few months, and she was giving me a lot of advice.
I followed up on our chat with an email that gave links to some books and other things we had talked about, and when I woke up on Sunday, waiting in my inbox was a long 2 or 3 page email.
When I woke up today, I was thinking about her.
I've met a lot of women off the internet, maybe 50 or 70 notches over the years, and I never think about any of them.
