I'm not a player in the traditional sense (if there is one), because due to my irrational and unexplainable attachment to religious thought (as well as my status as a utilitarian), I'm not actually in it to bang as many hot chicks as possible and keep my dick wet 24/7.
I got into game because of the crushing effect that my inability to pursue the women that I really wanted was having on my soul. I felt like a loser, because I didn't have balls/looks/personality (or so I thought).
Near the beginning of my junior year of university, I came across The Game by accident and reading it (regardless of its actually accuracy) opened my mind to the possibility that my self-improvement options could be significant.
It all started with an experiment, an experiment in which I pursued the most attractive girl I'd ever wanted and after two months of applying game techniques, she was mine (albeit for short while). I spent the next three years of my life working damn f***ing hard, completely replacing my wardrobe (now 70% suits), learning the art of entertaining story telling, internalizing all relevant game concepts, experimenting with my facial hair and growing a massive set of balls.
Age 26 comes along and I've achieve what I set out to do...waste no opportunities. It was never my goal to increase the number of women in my life, but I definitely was pissed that plenty of desirable women were passing through my life as a matter of course and I couldn't get them naked in my bed.
Accomplishing this much is no longer an insurmountable obstacle, rather it has become a fun and pleasurable task.
Best of all, I get routine (usually daily) ego boosting feedback from women (often in the form of hungry glances) that tells me that I am desirable.
Rather than increase my desire for connectivity with the opposite sex, this new found social value has allowed me to get to a point where I never feel lonely. I never want for women. I know beyond all doubt that if I chose to be alone for a night or a week or a year, that its not because I could get a woman...its because I just wanted met one worth the effort for a while.
I feel free.
Of course, life has a habit of throwing a monkey wrench in the works.
I'd concluded a while ago that the only way that I'd get married was if I were to meet a woman under 24, with an n =< 2. Acknowledging that meeting a red-pill woman with those stats is unlikely, I'd decided that I would settle for any woman that for whatever reason was highly dedicated to marital commitment, was subjugated enough to believe that she owed her future husband regular and consistent sex and could cook and clean.
Then, I pack up all my belongings a week ago and take a Greyhound bus to a city that I'd lived several times before, most recently two years prior.
A somewhat casual female friend, who I'd met when she was dating a friend of mine four years earlier, got me set up with a temporary housing situation. I remember her being hot enough to wanna at least make out with, but our friendship, although flirty, had never really evolved, aside from one overt "come-on" when we were both under the influence and my current status as someone else's boyfriend prevented follow through.
In our first conversation upon my return, I discover that in my past two years of absence, the two of us have grown to share a lot of stuff in common. First off, she's a unicorn...a female red pill taker. She's got a moral problem with modern day dating relationships and doesn't want to go out for dinner with me ever, because she can't afford to pay for her meal.
Second, she's only 23 and despite a real ability with make-up for special occasions, she's a very presentable six without make-up, even if she's wearing the least flattering clothing possible (which aside from wearing jeans that really sell her body, is something she prefers).
Normally I like my women feminine and dressed like ladies, but I have to admit that I have a huge amount of respect (and oddly enough attraction) for a girl who could easily be an 8 with a splash of make-up and the right wardrobe), but refuses to get by on her looks, preferring to put practically all her time and very limited money into improving her employable skills (she's training to be a stage manager and from what I understand, is damn good at what she does).
So, with zero intentions of this every happening with this girl, I've found myself in an open relationship (we both hate the idea of being exclusive, as having a defined relationship is not what either of us are looking for right now) with the girl who I can actually be honest with about anything (even moreso that my own mother, who is awesome and one-in-a-million).
She's an absolutely freak in bed and fantastic as a conversation partner.
Simply put, I think she's the perfect woman for me.
However, I haven't quit being red pill. The following facts remain. She smokes a pack of cigarettes every three weeks, because she often can't fall asleep due to anxiety and stress. She's got an n => 13. I haven't asked, but she admitted to it being solidly within the double digits.
She's dedicated to the idea of having an independent career. She can't cook (but can clean). Alcoholism runs in her family and every six months or so she drinks herself sick.
She's a total party whore, making out with guys (and girls) on a whim. She has very limited BSDM scene experience.
All of this is great stuff if you are looking for a f*** buddy, but terrible if you are seeking wife material.
It's dawned on me, however, that I think that a woman like this, (who is honest with herself, gives as much as she takes when it comes to guys, doesn't support gender double standards that benefit her, works hard, is intelligent and a quality conversationalist, massive fun in bed) isn't also likely going to be a girl with a good past and genuine marriage material.
My thesis is that the effect of feminism has been so far reaching that the only women who are able to think outside its grasp are women who have been/are rebels and have likely acquired some bad habits and made poor decisions in their process of personal and social exploration.
Any woman with respect for the status quo (a good thing back when the status quo didn't encourage women to divorce their men and take all their money the moment they didn't *feel* loved any more), is more than likely at the modern time to espouse current social values ("you go girl! independence, followed by marry me quick because I'm old and fat now).
Can we win?
I'm convinced that I'm not going to find a woman that I will see as a good bet for marriage in North America. I'm either going to stay single for life or settle on a girl somewhere in a so-called "less advanced" society, where traditional social values are still reflected. Of course, she'll probably be boring as hell to talk to.
I got into game because of the crushing effect that my inability to pursue the women that I really wanted was having on my soul. I felt like a loser, because I didn't have balls/looks/personality (or so I thought).
Near the beginning of my junior year of university, I came across The Game by accident and reading it (regardless of its actually accuracy) opened my mind to the possibility that my self-improvement options could be significant.
It all started with an experiment, an experiment in which I pursued the most attractive girl I'd ever wanted and after two months of applying game techniques, she was mine (albeit for short while). I spent the next three years of my life working damn f***ing hard, completely replacing my wardrobe (now 70% suits), learning the art of entertaining story telling, internalizing all relevant game concepts, experimenting with my facial hair and growing a massive set of balls.
Age 26 comes along and I've achieve what I set out to do...waste no opportunities. It was never my goal to increase the number of women in my life, but I definitely was pissed that plenty of desirable women were passing through my life as a matter of course and I couldn't get them naked in my bed.
Accomplishing this much is no longer an insurmountable obstacle, rather it has become a fun and pleasurable task.
Best of all, I get routine (usually daily) ego boosting feedback from women (often in the form of hungry glances) that tells me that I am desirable.
Rather than increase my desire for connectivity with the opposite sex, this new found social value has allowed me to get to a point where I never feel lonely. I never want for women. I know beyond all doubt that if I chose to be alone for a night or a week or a year, that its not because I could get a woman...its because I just wanted met one worth the effort for a while.
I feel free.
Of course, life has a habit of throwing a monkey wrench in the works.
I'd concluded a while ago that the only way that I'd get married was if I were to meet a woman under 24, with an n =< 2. Acknowledging that meeting a red-pill woman with those stats is unlikely, I'd decided that I would settle for any woman that for whatever reason was highly dedicated to marital commitment, was subjugated enough to believe that she owed her future husband regular and consistent sex and could cook and clean.
Then, I pack up all my belongings a week ago and take a Greyhound bus to a city that I'd lived several times before, most recently two years prior.
A somewhat casual female friend, who I'd met when she was dating a friend of mine four years earlier, got me set up with a temporary housing situation. I remember her being hot enough to wanna at least make out with, but our friendship, although flirty, had never really evolved, aside from one overt "come-on" when we were both under the influence and my current status as someone else's boyfriend prevented follow through.
In our first conversation upon my return, I discover that in my past two years of absence, the two of us have grown to share a lot of stuff in common. First off, she's a unicorn...a female red pill taker. She's got a moral problem with modern day dating relationships and doesn't want to go out for dinner with me ever, because she can't afford to pay for her meal.
Second, she's only 23 and despite a real ability with make-up for special occasions, she's a very presentable six without make-up, even if she's wearing the least flattering clothing possible (which aside from wearing jeans that really sell her body, is something she prefers).
Normally I like my women feminine and dressed like ladies, but I have to admit that I have a huge amount of respect (and oddly enough attraction) for a girl who could easily be an 8 with a splash of make-up and the right wardrobe), but refuses to get by on her looks, preferring to put practically all her time and very limited money into improving her employable skills (she's training to be a stage manager and from what I understand, is damn good at what she does).
So, with zero intentions of this every happening with this girl, I've found myself in an open relationship (we both hate the idea of being exclusive, as having a defined relationship is not what either of us are looking for right now) with the girl who I can actually be honest with about anything (even moreso that my own mother, who is awesome and one-in-a-million).
She's an absolutely freak in bed and fantastic as a conversation partner.
Simply put, I think she's the perfect woman for me.
However, I haven't quit being red pill. The following facts remain. She smokes a pack of cigarettes every three weeks, because she often can't fall asleep due to anxiety and stress. She's got an n => 13. I haven't asked, but she admitted to it being solidly within the double digits.
She's dedicated to the idea of having an independent career. She can't cook (but can clean). Alcoholism runs in her family and every six months or so she drinks herself sick.
She's a total party whore, making out with guys (and girls) on a whim. She has very limited BSDM scene experience.
All of this is great stuff if you are looking for a f*** buddy, but terrible if you are seeking wife material.
It's dawned on me, however, that I think that a woman like this, (who is honest with herself, gives as much as she takes when it comes to guys, doesn't support gender double standards that benefit her, works hard, is intelligent and a quality conversationalist, massive fun in bed) isn't also likely going to be a girl with a good past and genuine marriage material.
My thesis is that the effect of feminism has been so far reaching that the only women who are able to think outside its grasp are women who have been/are rebels and have likely acquired some bad habits and made poor decisions in their process of personal and social exploration.
Any woman with respect for the status quo (a good thing back when the status quo didn't encourage women to divorce their men and take all their money the moment they didn't *feel* loved any more), is more than likely at the modern time to espouse current social values ("you go girl! independence, followed by marry me quick because I'm old and fat now).
Can we win?
I'm convinced that I'm not going to find a woman that I will see as a good bet for marriage in North America. I'm either going to stay single for life or settle on a girl somewhere in a so-called "less advanced" society, where traditional social values are still reflected. Of course, she'll probably be boring as hell to talk to.
I'm the King of Beijing!
