Quote: (05-30-2013 05:34 PM)OGNorCal707 Wrote:
Quote: (05-30-2013 05:27 PM)soup Wrote:
Girls don't fall in love with you. They fall in love with your game. But, it isn't yours.
You can't own game. My game is a summation of all the info from this message board and my experiences.
And they can't hate you either.
When a girl calls you a creep, she's just saying that you have bad game.
None of this stuff is personal. Game is impersonal.
What are you? You are an iteration of a genetic line. You are just a wave. You are here now and will go, just like a wave.
Alpha is a quality. In my experience, it can come and go.
Not sure if I fully understand what you mean here, sure you've learned game, but from your writing it sounds like you don't have any real personality or authentic self. Am I misunderstanding you, or are you such a chameleon that you constantly change your game (identity/personality) depending on the girl you are with. Do any girls get to know the real you?
I agree that when a girl rejects you or calls you a "creep" or however you want to phrase it, she's mostly rejecting your "bad game" as opposed to your personality. However, some people just don't mesh, I'm sure a lot of girls probably wouldn't "get me" or dig my interests or personality, but I wouldn't necessarily chalk that up to "bad game", maybe more just that we aren't very compatible.
I've had to deconstruct myself and rebuild so that I can have more freedom with women.
I definitely have a baseline way of being that you could call my personality. But girls don't like this. That's why I learned game. I'm pretty sure a lot of guys feel this way.
When I say that she isn't falling in love with me, I mean that. She's falling in love with the game that I've cultivated. Maybe one day I will become that game; I won't have to remind myself to adjust my body language in a certain way to attract girls, I won't have to lower my voice, I won't need to think about all that kind of stuff. I'd just be doing it.
The beta part of me will be long dead- just a memory of a past life. It's like Darth Vader. He's more machine than human.
I'm not the stone cold terminator of game 24/7 yet.
Maybe the game is actually freeing my authentic self. Maybe most of my life was a lie.
My beta side hates the game. It see's it as artifice, a necessary evil in today's world.
My alpha side loves the game. It loves the adventure and excitement, and the thrill of the chase.
My beta side wants to be in love with a woman.
Alpha laughs at love. He knows that falling a in love with a woman is like falling in love with a dog. He imagines a dog walking around in heels, doing the dishes, picking up the kids, and he laughs.
Beta wants to feel a genuine connection with a woman. Wants to look in her eyes and know that when she looks back at him, she's feeling the same thing and that she's in love with him.
Alpha looks into a woman's eyes and sees nature. He sees the jungle. He see's the world of cutthroat competition and selfishness. He doesn't expect anything from her. He knows that when she says she loves him, she potentially loves all guys that are almost identical to him. He knows that there are a lot of players just like him that could elicit the same response from her easily.
I don't think any girls would really care to know the real me. Maybe I'm there is no real me. I'm a bundle of intentions. I'll do what I need to do to get what I want.
There were guys in the past just like me, and there will be guys in the future just like me. There might be a sliver of bonafide individuality in me somewhere- something that sets me apart from everything else in creation, but I'm not sure that the thing has any value in scheme of things.