Quote: (08-03-2014 03:48 AM)soup Wrote:
Moma, it doesn't matter what she thinks. It matters what a redpill man's dick thinks.
Soup, this is true. However a man needs to cum at some point and if his market value is limited, what can he do? He must try whatever is available.
Quote: (08-03-2014 03:48 AM)soup Wrote:
I know some guys complain here about not being able to change their surroundings.
I don't think you can draw water from a stone.
Part of game is real abundance mentality.
Efforts to game girls in places like that which you describe are futile I believe. Do everything possible to get away from those areas.
Very true regarding the underlined.
If you are the only ALPHA man around, why would a lizard go for you when she can eat from a horde of simpering betas?
I use Toronto as a perfect example of market value. A little background. I am London bred. I learned game in London from the road. I grew up in the Jamaican community of London. From very early on, 14 years old, the British Jamaican crowd would imply you are gay if you didn't show interest in lizards.
We didn't really do night clubs then. Summertime was when all the flossing occurred. We wore our best threads, best kicks and have fresh haircuts and would just walk the road, looking for opportunities to spit. Turnouts were decent and we could assemble dates and bangs.
London was decent. Lizards were rude but you could get some decent ones by working numbers and you always had immigrants flowing in. I remember hollaring at a waitress in a restaraunt after a workout with some friends. She responded extremely negatively but ended up giving me her number.
I remember some big breasted white lizard from America who was fiending for some British phallus who gave me her number one summer.
Fast forward now. I went to Toronto with the same mentality. Never really needed to leverage closing etc. My game was pretty much open strong and if I got her number, the chance of the bang was about 60 percent.
Now, what I noticed in Toronto was a higher amount of fat lizards. Pretty faces, better skin, better hair but more body weight. No problem, I thought.
But I would go out to clubs with a high percentage of black guys and I was taken aback to find I'm the only one opening in these clubs.
Without turning it into a race thing, in my travels, I've found black guys, especially those of West Indian descent, to be very proactive when it comes to opening and getting lizards.
In London, I saw guys openly putting in work and a LOT of day game.
Not so in Toronto.
I had a period of going hard in the field. Sometimes my mentality is like, fcuk all of you, I'm just to start swinging. I become very determined and I wait for no one. So I said fcuk it, if people are going to stand around sight seeing, let me eat and I went hard. Opening. Clean intents but no pussyfooting around. My results were paltry. Flakes left and right. If the lizard wasn't FRESH from her own country, I was dead in the water. Why? The overall BETA presence had killed my opportunities.
When one is flush with options, they will become inconsistent in general.
I didn't have great material possessions. I was renting a room. I didn't have a lush car. However, I was in decent shape and I wasn't some social weirdo. That worked in London, it should work in Toronto, right?
But I was being priced out by betas. Social circle game was killing me, a solo guy from overseas. My British accent didn't mean shyt, just a lot of 'ooh, I love your accent'. If you love it, love this dick that comes with it.
They didn't.
As you said, soup, one has to get out. I'm glad I had the opportunity to do so. Already, my creativity is coming back and my mind is healing. Even now when I am flaked on now by lizards (which happens from time to time), I have so much on my plate (ideas to try and things to do) as well as lizard abundance that I don't feel the same level of bile I did in Toronto and the same level of self disgust for actually feeling bile over some washed up lizards.
Whenever I am now flaked on, a distant memory flickers over from the nasty city of Toronto but then I squint at the current beautiful sunshine washing my face and laugh childishly.