Quote: (05-21-2016 11:23 AM)DVY Wrote:
High end lounge bar: Im spitting game. Plenty of cuties....
Then I start talking to this middle eastern muslim chick. One of the hot ones.
She had these dark green eyes w/light green flecks. Pretty face and piercing eyes.
I just felt dizzy when I was looking at her and within 2 feet of her. Felt like I was drunk w some kind of homebrewed neurological cocktail. It was almost like I was starting a spatial distortion from a shroom trip.
But if I was at a distance, say 5 feet, I didn't feel anything.
I asked her if she was feeling the "energy" between us... and she was saying I feel the love between us (she had traveled to india and done the hippie thing).
Anybody ever had this before? It was def some kind of different and I've had mad hot girls.
So to recap, felt this insane dizziness when standing next to this girl when she was looking at me head-on- pupils dilated, first hit of a bong head-high style buzz....which goes away when shes not looking into my soul.
Weird as sh-t. Still can't explain it....
Whats your guys experience...
This was just an unreal feeling.
Yes. Like being thunderstruck. This could be the "flow state" of game if it is reciprocal. Has happened a few times and each time, you felt that effortless sense that the rest of the world faded into the background, and there was only the two of you.
In a way, it doesn't really matter if it is some mystical shit, or just chemicals, it doesn't happen often, so why not savor it?
It is almost something totally separate from getting the bang. Of the two cases I remember, one was when I was travelling through Europe for the first time and I met this Swiss girl in Salisbury after checking out Stonehenge. She had amazing violet eyes, and we just connected electrically and immediately drifted off from the group, talking about everything and everything, staying up all night. A real "Before Sunrise" moment.
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The tricky thing about this kind of feeling is that it is quasi-mystical, and can lead to a sense of having found "the one," which is the gateway to spectacular foolishness. I was ready to leave my whole life to travel around with this Swiss chick, and I thank god she was more practical than I was, even though it hurt at the time. She just said that she felt it too, and there was something special about it, but we really didn't know each other, and we both had lives to get back to. So we parted and just left it as a moment.
The other time it happened it was a girl who walked into a store where I was working who had that hips lips and tits look, Mediterranean skin, and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. We both just froze when we saw each other, and even though I had no game at the time, things just took their course on their own. I boldly told her, not because I was bold, because I was in the grip of an intense connection, that she would have to break up with her boyfriend if she wanted to see me.
I was only 19 and she was my absolute personal ten. Voluptous, long dark hair, unstudied sensuality, flashing eyes, big tits. We started hanging out and it turned out she had some bucks, so we spent all our time going at it in her room at her parent's house. Her dad used to play for the Lakers and was a cool dude, and just sort of smirked at me when I showed up, or talked about the NBA.
They belonged to an expensive health club, so we would use their membership, and grope each other in the sauna and steam room. Should have been perfect.
Except here was the problem. In spite of the powerful nature of our sexual connection, we had absolutely nothing in common. She was as dull as a dishtowel, and it turned out her tits were kind of mushy, and that became a metaphor to me for her whole character. Nothing there.
She also knew more about cars than I did, and one time I found out she was trying to hide a piece of chewing gum in her mouth while she was kissing me. It created a sense of cognitive dissonance that can only happen when you are young and haven't thought things through yet. On the one hand, physically, she is your perfect type, better looking than any woman you have ever been with, and on the other, you find yourself dreading having to see her, even if her house has better leftovers than anything than has ever been cooked at your house.
Teenager Cognitive Dissonance Loop:
But she has big tits.
But I'm unhappy.
But she has big tits.
But I'm unhappy.
I was in a quandary, and was so inexperienced that I had no idea how you even break up with a girl, because didn't fooling around mean something, and wouldn't it hurt her feelings?
As it would turn out, her female intuition knew something was off, and due to a completely random miscommunication in a phone call, I was let off the hook easily.
Feeling obligated, and pressured by guilt, one night I called her, talked with her for a few minutes, and then said, finally, "Can I come over?"
She misheard what I had said, and said, "What? It's over?'
Luckily I had the presence of mind to drop my conversational thread and pick up on hers, "Yes. It's over. I think it would be best for both of us."
So, to get back to the OP, yes this is a real feeling, yes it is amazing, yes it is rare, and it may be mystical or spiritual, and it may not. Just remember not to do anything too rash because of it because you may end up married to a girl who drives a stick better than you.
Last note. Every time I tell a guy about how I broke up with this girl he laughs. Every time I tell a girl she gets mad.
