http://www.rooshv.com/the-future-of-game
He called it. What about those of us who like rolling solo, who love the thrill of a cold approach? What if we don't want to know the entire damn venue and have them up in our business? Does the sigma have to be forced into an alpha/beta role? I don't understand what's wrong with leaving a person be. Gone is mystery, gone is individuality, you must be verified. "Papers please. Who do you know/where do you live/what are you doing here??" Ah hmm, lemme guess, you must be part Spanish. I bet your great-great-great-great-great grandfather was in the Inquisition. I love how your veins bulge so symmetrically as you saw your cute friend enjoy the conversation you interrupted. (Queue vocal fried uptalk: uhmmm what's inquisition?!?)
If I approach a girl and she's enjoying the interaction, then some mangina/Grendel creature gets in-between us for the sole intention of making me qualify myself and go away, then that person is an aggressor, plain and simple. They are not being moral, nor virtuous, nor a good friend. If someone stops their friend from having a good time, they are spreading bad vibes,
all around, period.
I don't see how this could be good for men. Maybe the top, tighter-than-James-Bond-.01%-who-have-D)All-of-the-Above-traits-at-once-and-naturally-not-learned will see benefits, but for the average man content on rolling dolo and cold approaching, this is absurd. In fact, this is a case of females and manginas micro-aggressing against males who don't have the privilege of having existed in the same dorm/street/town/facebook group/XYZ-Social-Circle-Variable. If I see a girl I like, I go talk to her. That's work, that's balls, that's decisiveness. Those that can, do; those that can't cockblock.
Some say game, especially tight game, is about adaptation, but at what point are we mutating? At what point can we draw the line and say "these are the rules", that once the parameters have expanded to XYZ degree, we're dealing with a whole different game? If the rules keep changing but the goal stays the same, we have game inflation; more work for less payoff. If the system is perpetually mutating to box us out, we either have a duty to resist, or leave for greener pastures.
As a few posters have talked about earlier in this thread, I have experimented with going out suited-up, drunk in my own private fun bubble. I had girls and guys approach me, wanting to get in on the good times. I genuinely didn't care, I was outcome independent, going with the flow, being one with all crap. This Kierkegaard quote summed it up:
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I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth's orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself.
What I learned from my public solitary fun bubble was I don't want to work a crowd, entertain or spread peace and love to the four corners of the earth. I just want to get laid on my terms; and if I hook off a cold approach only to have a cockblocker snip my line because I didn't flick it with the right flair or buy from the right shop or pay tribute to her lard ass,
I will call them out.
I suppose inevitably, all we can do is enjoy the decline; as these circles collapse into bickering, drama, friendzone and one-itis (but most importantly: student debt). Day game is loads better, but even then I've dealt with some cockblocks. Funny enough since social etiquette is more pronounced in the day, the cockblocks felt a pyrrhic victory at best.