My recap of my past year with game. Yes its a text wall, but if you are/were a super beta you can probably relate with my experience.
When I first started reading this forum, I was a virgin who had not even kissed a girl before. I was a super idealistic white-knight who believed in finding the one. One time there was a girl who rented a hotel, invited me on a 2-day biking trip next to the beach, got 2 bottles of wine, and slept in the same room as me, and I did not get the hint. There were so many missed opportunities that now I look back and smack myself for.
Fast forward 1 year ago, I stop being a lurker on the forum. Although still beta, I begin to absorb fragments of game, the techniques but not the inner mentality. I don't approach cold, but through social circle, I meet a hot Korean girl 6 years older than me. We hang out a lot, and we get drunk a few times together, but I still do not get the hint. Finally, she straight up asks me, "You've never kissed a girl before right? Want to practice with me?" OK, while making out my game teachings kick in, go for the lay. She says no, but she's allowing me to fondle her and make out with her. Keep pushing, this is just LMR, says the little voice in my head. She keeps saying no, but I feel her down there and she's wet, so I keep pushing for it. She asks, "where are we going to do it?" Turns out her boyfriend lived in the same dorm as me, and I figure I would break all the comfort and attraction if we were to take an 1 hour subway ride into dangerous territory. I say we are a few blocks away from Riverside Park, and we could find a dark place there. She says OK, but halfway there she resists again. She asks if I have a condom, and I say no. I came completely unprepared. She digs around her purse for a good 10 minutes and doesn't have one either. She's like, OK screw it, lets just find a place and do it. We go to a closed restaurant in the park and sneak into their kitchen area and she takes off my pants. I am thinking, "Wow this is actually happening.." She blows me but I can't get hard because of my anxiety of my first time along with fears of being shanked by a hobo at 3am. I want to bone her, and we go to the nearby soccer field and she takes off her pants and we do it. As I'm about to come, a NYPD patrol car drives past with their searchlights flooding the entire park. I'm on top of her, and I grab her and we roll down a small hill and the searchlight shines over us. She's dried up now, and I lost my wood from the adrenaline. We agree its best to get the hell out. So that was my first time.
The lesson from this was that all the experiences of people on the forum are true, girls can cheat, they're capable of treachery and there's no telling what kind of crazy stuff they're up for. After experiencing it working for me once, I start to actually spend time and energy on game.
I start doing night game, going out to bars for the sake of doing cold approaches. The first time I just go into a pub with a friend, already almost a bottle of wine, and there is a cute blonde girl sitting by herself. I tell my friend I'm going to go over there and talk to her, and he says OK, good luck bro. As I'm walking over, she flips her hair, looks at me, then slightly to the side, then away. I just say "Hey, how are you?" She smiles and we make small talk, where we're from and what we do. I sit down, not asking permission. Halfway through she asks my name, and I remember that that's a good sign. But now the pitcher of beer is kicking in. I black out, and the next thing I remember, I'm being dragged out by the bouncer for touching her too much. The next thing I remember I'm bent over my trash can puking, and I remember the distinct mix of red wine and fried chicken in my mouth. Suddenly its morning, and I feel like shit, emotionally and physically.
I know, game has ups and downs. After all, we are just playing the game of statistics, and I managed to get bad luck that time. I had to fight myself after. "Its just one data point, its not important. Only the general trend is important." Still, I had been programmed my whole life to treat women like angels, and maintain my dignity in public. Now in one night I had been both rejected, blacked out drunk, kicked out of a bar in front of everyone, and everything I used to stand for was shattered.
It took me a while, and every time I walked past that bar, even during the day, my stomach twisted, imagining that someone there would remember me and give me shit. I started to avoid walking down that street, and then one day it hit me. Nobody gives a shit! They don't care or remember that time, the world does not revolve around me! I start to walk past that bar again, head high, looking straight ahead. To you, it might seem trivial, but for me it was a big development for my inner frame.
I go out to game a few more times, and at a club I meet a black girl who was a model. I got her number and ask her out for drinks, which she accepts. We talk and joke, but I remember ESCALATE. It is always the man's role to escalate. I touch her hand, she keeps it there. Good sign. We keep talking and I touch her arm, good sign. I have my arm around her shoulder, she moves in and leans on my chest, very good sign. We dance, and she presses her tits against my chest. After about 3am, she says she needs to get home, and I tell her we're taking the same train so I'll walk her back, since its Washington heights at 3am and not that safe. She says she's good, but I insist and she says OK. On the train, she lets me know that she has a gay friend who is broke and crashing for a while, so she doesn't have space for me. Now I know I should have pushed through with it, but I say OK, and I get off on my stop and we kiss good night. Damn, she texts me the week after asking if we were going to hang out again, but I had already left New York.
Oh well, off to my next adventure. I begin my vacation in China, and travel through several cities, and then I get to Chengdu. Damn, this city has the hottest asian girls I have ever seen, in downtown the average was easily a 7, and I've been to Korea, Japan, Taiwan, and China. Over the next few months, I land a Korean girl, a Latina, and got a make out with a Chinese girl. I start to see game as a pipeline, as a system I have engineered. Girls were like raw ore, fed into my factory. A percentage of them don't make the cut, and drop out at various stages in my pipeline, but who cares about them? I need to feed enough raw material into my machine so that finished product comes out.
1. Approach
2. Get Number
3. Ask out on Date
4. Get drinks
5. Escalate stage by stage, until finally making out
6. Bounce back to my place
However simple and newbie it was, it still gave me results, infinitely more than what I was getting before. I must have failed with at least 5 girls before I got one, but I started to see it as a manufacturing process, and started to accept emotionally that there will be more failures than successes.
But the hard drinking was taking its toll on my life. I felt sluggish and a fraction of myself during the day. I never cold approached during the day, even with a ton of IOIs, because I felt no courage without alcohol. I felt that I was sacrificing who I was in order to get girls. I am creative, I am loyal, and I am ambitious. Yet this was all gone now, every day looking planning my night, ditching classes. While in New York, I realize that the hard drinking and staying out late was hitting my wallet, affecting my work, and screwing up my life. I felt as if this pickup pipeline was only there for my ego. I was laying girls not because I enjoyed the sex, but to make up my ego for 20 years of virginity before this. I felt there were other intellectual pursuits and ideas I wanted to make happen. I remember a Korean girl I had been seeing coming to my room, but I invite my buddies over for beer, because I wanted to talk about philosophy, history, intellectual things, all the while shooting the shit and having some bro time. She gets pissed and breaks it off with me, but quite honestly, I didn't really care! Wow, I never thought there would be a day I would give up banging a girl for bro time.
Another thing that was happening to me was I was becoming cynical about life. I started seeing everything as a power dynamic, and seeing girls as irrational creatures that I would treat like fish. Game was like my fishing pole, and I would just catch and then release. But "fishing" was taking a disproportional amount of my time. I started to feel that this wasn't me, I wanted to believe in people, and I wanted to change the world with my ideas.
Now I wanted to just meet a good, reliable, low maintenance girl that would support me while I pursued other things in the world. That came when I met a chinese girl at the ping pong courts. Big eyes, tanned skin, nice lips, a tall nose, and slender face, and slim body, she was beautiful to me. If she was a few inches taller she would be a 10 to me. We exchanged numbers, and started dating the traditional way. First hanging out in a group with her friends, eventually hanging out together, holding hands, kissing. The "good-old way". and It felt refreshing, it felt more legitimate than the wild midnight park sex and crazy shit I was doing before. This girl was sincerely getting to know me, and I remember her telling me, "You don't have that much experience with relationships". My ego fired up, ready to rattle off the girls I had been with before her, yet catching myself realizing that it would do no good for our relationship and would in fact make me look either beta or player, neither of which would help me. I just ask, "What do you mean?" She says, "I know you are not a good man. You are a good person, but not a good man. I get a player vibe from you. But I think you've never been in a relationship where both man and woman are supporting each other, working as a team, striving towards making their dreams come true, something deeper."
Some time along my journey, I had stopped giving off the white-night vibe and somehow gave off a player vibe without even noticing it. What she said hit home, because it was true. I told her that that this kind of relationship was what I wanted, because that was the truth. We are still together now, and we talk every day. She is legitimately in the stem cell research that I do, the philosophy that I talk about, and we can talk about history and other intellectual topics. It is refreshing to not have to dumb myself down, adopt the veil of someone who I am not, in order to get a woman's pussy for 20 minutes. I concentrate with renewed vigor in medical school, I focus on my entrepreneurial projects, and I read. I can embrace my true self, and she not only understands that, but supports and likes that.
I think i'm going to see where this goes, but I like my life right now, and I need to thank people here on this forum. You guys have been the catalyst for me to change my life. Thank you all.
When I first started reading this forum, I was a virgin who had not even kissed a girl before. I was a super idealistic white-knight who believed in finding the one. One time there was a girl who rented a hotel, invited me on a 2-day biking trip next to the beach, got 2 bottles of wine, and slept in the same room as me, and I did not get the hint. There were so many missed opportunities that now I look back and smack myself for.
Fast forward 1 year ago, I stop being a lurker on the forum. Although still beta, I begin to absorb fragments of game, the techniques but not the inner mentality. I don't approach cold, but through social circle, I meet a hot Korean girl 6 years older than me. We hang out a lot, and we get drunk a few times together, but I still do not get the hint. Finally, she straight up asks me, "You've never kissed a girl before right? Want to practice with me?" OK, while making out my game teachings kick in, go for the lay. She says no, but she's allowing me to fondle her and make out with her. Keep pushing, this is just LMR, says the little voice in my head. She keeps saying no, but I feel her down there and she's wet, so I keep pushing for it. She asks, "where are we going to do it?" Turns out her boyfriend lived in the same dorm as me, and I figure I would break all the comfort and attraction if we were to take an 1 hour subway ride into dangerous territory. I say we are a few blocks away from Riverside Park, and we could find a dark place there. She says OK, but halfway there she resists again. She asks if I have a condom, and I say no. I came completely unprepared. She digs around her purse for a good 10 minutes and doesn't have one either. She's like, OK screw it, lets just find a place and do it. We go to a closed restaurant in the park and sneak into their kitchen area and she takes off my pants. I am thinking, "Wow this is actually happening.." She blows me but I can't get hard because of my anxiety of my first time along with fears of being shanked by a hobo at 3am. I want to bone her, and we go to the nearby soccer field and she takes off her pants and we do it. As I'm about to come, a NYPD patrol car drives past with their searchlights flooding the entire park. I'm on top of her, and I grab her and we roll down a small hill and the searchlight shines over us. She's dried up now, and I lost my wood from the adrenaline. We agree its best to get the hell out. So that was my first time.
The lesson from this was that all the experiences of people on the forum are true, girls can cheat, they're capable of treachery and there's no telling what kind of crazy stuff they're up for. After experiencing it working for me once, I start to actually spend time and energy on game.
I start doing night game, going out to bars for the sake of doing cold approaches. The first time I just go into a pub with a friend, already almost a bottle of wine, and there is a cute blonde girl sitting by herself. I tell my friend I'm going to go over there and talk to her, and he says OK, good luck bro. As I'm walking over, she flips her hair, looks at me, then slightly to the side, then away. I just say "Hey, how are you?" She smiles and we make small talk, where we're from and what we do. I sit down, not asking permission. Halfway through she asks my name, and I remember that that's a good sign. But now the pitcher of beer is kicking in. I black out, and the next thing I remember, I'm being dragged out by the bouncer for touching her too much. The next thing I remember I'm bent over my trash can puking, and I remember the distinct mix of red wine and fried chicken in my mouth. Suddenly its morning, and I feel like shit, emotionally and physically.
I know, game has ups and downs. After all, we are just playing the game of statistics, and I managed to get bad luck that time. I had to fight myself after. "Its just one data point, its not important. Only the general trend is important." Still, I had been programmed my whole life to treat women like angels, and maintain my dignity in public. Now in one night I had been both rejected, blacked out drunk, kicked out of a bar in front of everyone, and everything I used to stand for was shattered.
It took me a while, and every time I walked past that bar, even during the day, my stomach twisted, imagining that someone there would remember me and give me shit. I started to avoid walking down that street, and then one day it hit me. Nobody gives a shit! They don't care or remember that time, the world does not revolve around me! I start to walk past that bar again, head high, looking straight ahead. To you, it might seem trivial, but for me it was a big development for my inner frame.
I go out to game a few more times, and at a club I meet a black girl who was a model. I got her number and ask her out for drinks, which she accepts. We talk and joke, but I remember ESCALATE. It is always the man's role to escalate. I touch her hand, she keeps it there. Good sign. We keep talking and I touch her arm, good sign. I have my arm around her shoulder, she moves in and leans on my chest, very good sign. We dance, and she presses her tits against my chest. After about 3am, she says she needs to get home, and I tell her we're taking the same train so I'll walk her back, since its Washington heights at 3am and not that safe. She says she's good, but I insist and she says OK. On the train, she lets me know that she has a gay friend who is broke and crashing for a while, so she doesn't have space for me. Now I know I should have pushed through with it, but I say OK, and I get off on my stop and we kiss good night. Damn, she texts me the week after asking if we were going to hang out again, but I had already left New York.
Oh well, off to my next adventure. I begin my vacation in China, and travel through several cities, and then I get to Chengdu. Damn, this city has the hottest asian girls I have ever seen, in downtown the average was easily a 7, and I've been to Korea, Japan, Taiwan, and China. Over the next few months, I land a Korean girl, a Latina, and got a make out with a Chinese girl. I start to see game as a pipeline, as a system I have engineered. Girls were like raw ore, fed into my factory. A percentage of them don't make the cut, and drop out at various stages in my pipeline, but who cares about them? I need to feed enough raw material into my machine so that finished product comes out.
1. Approach
2. Get Number
3. Ask out on Date
4. Get drinks
5. Escalate stage by stage, until finally making out
6. Bounce back to my place
However simple and newbie it was, it still gave me results, infinitely more than what I was getting before. I must have failed with at least 5 girls before I got one, but I started to see it as a manufacturing process, and started to accept emotionally that there will be more failures than successes.
But the hard drinking was taking its toll on my life. I felt sluggish and a fraction of myself during the day. I never cold approached during the day, even with a ton of IOIs, because I felt no courage without alcohol. I felt that I was sacrificing who I was in order to get girls. I am creative, I am loyal, and I am ambitious. Yet this was all gone now, every day looking planning my night, ditching classes. While in New York, I realize that the hard drinking and staying out late was hitting my wallet, affecting my work, and screwing up my life. I felt as if this pickup pipeline was only there for my ego. I was laying girls not because I enjoyed the sex, but to make up my ego for 20 years of virginity before this. I felt there were other intellectual pursuits and ideas I wanted to make happen. I remember a Korean girl I had been seeing coming to my room, but I invite my buddies over for beer, because I wanted to talk about philosophy, history, intellectual things, all the while shooting the shit and having some bro time. She gets pissed and breaks it off with me, but quite honestly, I didn't really care! Wow, I never thought there would be a day I would give up banging a girl for bro time.
Another thing that was happening to me was I was becoming cynical about life. I started seeing everything as a power dynamic, and seeing girls as irrational creatures that I would treat like fish. Game was like my fishing pole, and I would just catch and then release. But "fishing" was taking a disproportional amount of my time. I started to feel that this wasn't me, I wanted to believe in people, and I wanted to change the world with my ideas.
Now I wanted to just meet a good, reliable, low maintenance girl that would support me while I pursued other things in the world. That came when I met a chinese girl at the ping pong courts. Big eyes, tanned skin, nice lips, a tall nose, and slender face, and slim body, she was beautiful to me. If she was a few inches taller she would be a 10 to me. We exchanged numbers, and started dating the traditional way. First hanging out in a group with her friends, eventually hanging out together, holding hands, kissing. The "good-old way". and It felt refreshing, it felt more legitimate than the wild midnight park sex and crazy shit I was doing before. This girl was sincerely getting to know me, and I remember her telling me, "You don't have that much experience with relationships". My ego fired up, ready to rattle off the girls I had been with before her, yet catching myself realizing that it would do no good for our relationship and would in fact make me look either beta or player, neither of which would help me. I just ask, "What do you mean?" She says, "I know you are not a good man. You are a good person, but not a good man. I get a player vibe from you. But I think you've never been in a relationship where both man and woman are supporting each other, working as a team, striving towards making their dreams come true, something deeper."
Some time along my journey, I had stopped giving off the white-night vibe and somehow gave off a player vibe without even noticing it. What she said hit home, because it was true. I told her that that this kind of relationship was what I wanted, because that was the truth. We are still together now, and we talk every day. She is legitimately in the stem cell research that I do, the philosophy that I talk about, and we can talk about history and other intellectual topics. It is refreshing to not have to dumb myself down, adopt the veil of someone who I am not, in order to get a woman's pussy for 20 minutes. I concentrate with renewed vigor in medical school, I focus on my entrepreneurial projects, and I read. I can embrace my true self, and she not only understands that, but supports and likes that.
I think i'm going to see where this goes, but I like my life right now, and I need to thank people here on this forum. You guys have been the catalyst for me to change my life. Thank you all.