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"Just Keep Going..."
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"Just Keep Going..."

This might belong in the "I just had sex thread" since it's ultimately a notch story (feel free to move it there if you think it does), but I wanted to highlight a concept that Roosh wrote about a while back that I think may be underemphasized around here (although it's something we're all well aware of) and share a story to illustrate it.

About 3 years ago Roosh posted this, a post that inspired me to develop stubborn persistence as one of the cornerstones of my game.

I've been pretty much MIA when it comes to game for the last 8 months due to being in an LTR and being busier with other things than I've ever been in my life. Now, I'd noticed before that when I don't go out for a week or 2 in a row my game starts to get rusty, but usually after a few approaches things would pretty effortlessly snap back into place. Not so as of late: since things have quieted down and I've been ramping up my efforts to get laid again, I've been shocked at how poorly my approaches have gone. I've been experiencing straight-up blowouts at an alarmingly high rate, failed to get the majority of approaches past the 3-minute mark, and been making basic game mistakes that I hadn't made with any significant frequency in years.

So the other night, I find myself alone at a hostel in Budapest (datasheet forthcoming), ruinously hungover after staying out until 6am the previous night without a single approach going in the right direction, and with my options for the night ranging from going to a club packed with tourists that will likely be dead anyway since it's Sunday to watching a movie, jerking off to internet porn, and passing out. Now I'm pretty indifferent to rejection, but the last thing I wanted to do was go to that stupid club feeling like shit and likely get blown out over and over again.

I strongly considered taking it easy and staying in, but then Roosh's post from those years back crossed my mind. I watched 3 episodes of Archer (great show to watch before going out btw), showered, threw on jeans and a shirt, and just kept going.

I get to the club and I'm hit with some good news: the place is pretty packed. It's early enough that there are a decent number of girls here. My spirits start to lift as I go to the bar, get my drink, and sidle into a high-traffic area that will be good for approaching from. Immediately I'm able to chat up a couple of cute girls in my area. Neither approach goes anywhere, but fine, it's normal to take a few attempts to get in a good mindset, especially when you felt as shitty as I did that day.

After that, things start to sour. I approach several more girls and nothing gets off the ground even though I feel some of the rust wearing off. I get brutally cockblocked at the 10-minute mark while chatting with a cute Brazilian girl who was intrigued by my gringo Portuguese skills (she told her friends to go away once, then they physically dragged her off anyway a couple minutes later).

Several approaches later, nothing has hit. It's around 2am and the number of bangable girls in the club is nearing zero. I get another drink and say to myself OK, I'm going to get to the bottom of this beer and if nothing happens then so be it. I pick a new spot where I can stand with my drink on a nearby table, and shortly afterward 2 Australian guys ask if they can use the table. We start chatting, it turns out they met today in their hostel, and they seem like-minded and pretty cool so we go ahead and join forces. It's not like I'm getting anywhere on my own anyway.

I end up talking to a Mexican chick for a while while the Aussies engage her friends. One of them has good game but the other is doing that Stupid Beta Trick of butting into my one-on-one conversation. It eventually starts to look like a piranha swarm and the approach ends before I can get anywhere that might lead to a makeout or sex. I start to question the wisdom of my decision but I probably wouldn't have gotten her alone in the first place without their winging me so whatever, I just keep going.

Eventually we run into a big group of drunk Irish girls, one of whom had asked me to use my shirt to wipe puke off her arm earlier. I had ripped into her for the suggestion and made the group laugh for a little bit but disengaged because I was becoming the entertainment clown. Armed with two wingmen, I'm able to successfully isolate one. She's a 6, above-average body but a butterface. This girl is showing a lot of interest and I'm getting physical with her to the point that I'm considering a makeout soon.

Then we run into the group again. In the ensuing chaos, I lose the girl's attention and she ends up with the Aussie with good game. She's hanging all over him now. Dude just picked up all the attraction I built up and is running with the ball in the other direction. Fuck. I can't think of a reasonable way to turn the tables, so I eventually resign myself to the strong possibility that he'll be getting laid tonight based on my efforts. But I stick around anyway because hey, you never know what will happen. Just keep going.

It's well past last call and they're shuttling people outside. The drunk Irish girls are forming a group to go back to their hostel, and I notice the Aussie temporarily loses the girl in the blue dress. I see my window of opportunity and strike, re-engaging the girl who warmly and shitfacedly embraces me and then leading her away from her friends before they can notice. We makeout around the bend of a street corner, then I start walking her back to my hostel. She's ultimately following me but repeatedly protests that she needs to go with her friends. I tell her her friends are fine, etc. but she insists on saying goodbye to them, so I grudgingly take her back for the moment of truth, which happily goes my way. Before anyone can change their mind I'm swiftly walking her to my hostel.

Now she starts saying she still wants to talk to her friends and we need to go to her hostel. I tell her we are (which was actually true but I omitted the fact that my hostel was on the way). We pass by my hostel and she demands to call them. I say let's go inside for a minute and call them from there, and after a little more haggling she follows. Once we get into my private room, she goes the bathroom while I put on music. As soon as she comes back it's on and we're banging within 30 seconds (flag acquired). Her phone rings several times mid-bang and she calls her friends back after the first round. We bang all night and twice more in the morning.

Just keep going, guys. Persistence is absolutely key. I'm looking forward to the coming months.
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