[floor7]

When women are dtf.

I learned of Roosh when I was a semi-incel...as in looking back, I distinctly remember a number of bangs I could've had from age 16-25 easily but I never approached and pretty much my attitude towards women/game would've only worked if I was cristiano ronaldo. I was never neckbeardy but was poisoned mentally in the sexual dynamics of the western world even though I was born and raised in the US.

That said, I'm having a tough time reconciling how much my improvement is game and how much is zfg attitude from getting older. My game needs a lot of work still, in that I'm getting offers for bangs from 6's and a 7 here or there (in seattle of all places) but I'm still struggling to get bangs from women I wouldn't be aghast at getting pregnant if it accidentally happened.

All I can say is, game works, but game also requires a massive amount of work to put in.

[HankMoody]

Alright. I was going to write about it, but fuck it. I call it "The Night."

I had spent the entire spring and summer working out and looked pretty good. I'd also read just about every tome on game that exists - Roosh, Rational Male, Heartiste, The Game. You name it, I'd read it. I had become fairly proficient banging women thanks to online dating, but I rarely did cold approaches. Truth be told, I was anxious, and secretly scared of rejection. Plus I had built up a reputation due to banging a few cute chicks on the regular who I'd met online.

My friends would ask me for game advice, and I'd answer. But there was part of me that knew I was a pretender, using mostly canned lines and some learned behavior to smash smuts I met on the internet. Granted, as I began to smash more smuts, I became a lot better at it, but I was never sure if I'd describe myself as having game.

Then, "The Night" happened.

One evening I was out at a local joint in my neighborhood, which is always brimming with poon. My female friend who is hot was bartending. I'm sitting by myself at a bar table, chatting with my friend, when a cute blond girl approaches me.

"Hi, I'm Sue. I overheard your conversation with the bartender."
"I'm Hank. Nice to meet you."
"You should buy me a beer..." she says, smiling.
[Shit test. Too easy]. "You should buy me a beer."
"Ha! Really!"
"Nah, I'm just kidding. I drink scotch."
"Hahaha are you serious?"
[Crib sheet of game] "You know, your flirting skills need work."

We go on to flirt more and I get digits. Bartender drops some good subtle hints for me like "You can't get my lawyer too drunk", prompting the response, "Oh, you're a lawyer?"

At that moment, I'm feeling calibrated. This stuff is easy. I can do this with any woman.

She leaves, and a cute chick sits down next to me with an order of chicken tenders. I non-chalantly eat one of her chicken tenders.

"Um.. did you just eat one of my chicken tenders?"
"No. Well, maybe."
"Seriously?"
"Do I look like the type of guy who would just unashamedly pilfer a chicken tender?"
"I saw you do it!"
"Bartender? Can I please order one chicken tender to replace the one I may or may not have pilfered?"
[Bartender] "Hank, did you seriously pilfer a chicken finger? Your lawyering needs work."
"You're a lawyer and you're stealing chicken tenders?"
"The brazen barrister, pilfering poultry everywhere..."

From there I introduce myself, and we end up having a conversation about everything from relationships, to philosophy, to travel. I call her "Chicken Tender" the whole time. As she's getting ready to go, I put my number in her phone.

After she leaves, a couple comes in, and sits down next to me. The girl is hot, and the dude is a total beta. I start chatting him up about whatever sporting event is on the TV, and he moans and groans that he doesn't watch sports because it's just a bunch of testosterone fueled mindless entertainment. Eventually he gets up and leaves, and the girl is still there. I find this odd.

"Are you going to give me a lecture on how sports is stupid like your boyfriend just did?"
"No... and we're not really together."
"Oh, so he's like your sidekick or assistant or something? Or maybe he takes pictures of your food for you and puts them on Instagram? I should get one of those. A living, breathing, selfie stick. It's like a secretary, except you can take them to places."
"Hahaha stop!"
"What's your name?"
"Ashley."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Did you say Smashley or Trashley?"

She laughs, she's drunk, and the kino is going well. We chat for a awhile, once again about relationships, travel, and the meaning of life. I figure this one is in the bag and we're going back to the Moody dome for some loving. Rather than get the guaranteed notch count, I decide to go bold:

"You know, Smashley, I've always wanted to try something."
"What's that?"
"Well, I've read all this stuff about pickup on the internet. I think most of it is bullshit, but some of it might work. I bet we could totally pickup a woman in this bar."
"HANK! You can't be serious!"
"Oh c'mon, help me pick up women. I'm dead serious. We can do this. We are pickup artists, only way cooler. Here, watch this."

From there I walk up to a cute but older looking lady and start chatting her up. Smashley gets involved in the conversation. After some light conversation I just lay it out there: "The three of us should go back to my house and finish this conversation. I have wine, but it's from a box." Surprisingly, they acquiesce.

We get back to my place, and the girls immediately take off their tops and start making out on my couch. Smashley snidely remarks, "I think I'm more interested in her than you, Hank" to which I respond "Makes two of us." I get in on action and it's on.

As I'm making out with them, Chicken Tenders texts me "Hey Hank, some great convo tonight, we should do it again soon. I live right around the corner." I can't help but grin.

The next morning I wake up with two chicks in my bed. A few years ago I was a beta schlub, and here I am having threesomes with hot women on a random Tuesday night. At that moment, I was like "Huh, I guess I have game. And no one is ever going to fucking believe this."

At least the one chick left a brown scarf at my house. It's still in my closet.

[XXL]

At times when I knew what to do to get girls that I wanted and it happened the way I expected.

[Travesty]

When girls start chasing you hard that in times past you would have had to work for.

[RoastBeefCurtains4Me]

(04-25-2016 10:17 AM)Nascimento Wrote:  

For lack of a better term, at what times do you have an "aha" moment, where you feel as if your game has leveled up?

Is it when you get a hotter chick than usual?

Is it when you can deal with a dry spell nonchalantly, because you know from experience that something good is just around the corner?

Is it when you're completely unmoved when a woman throws you a serious test, or acts out in a way that's moved you before--yet this time you remain unfazed?

Share your thoughts.

This is me. I've noticed times when a woman is giving me shit tests, or taking for granted that I should see things in terms of what is good for her (at my expense), and I immediately think, WTF, and call out her bullshit.

There was a time that I'd be at a loss for words in the moment, and later think it through, and realize how I should has seen the situation, or how I should have reacted.

I've reached the point now where refusing to accept this kind of bullshit is an instant gut reaction. I expect my dealings with her to be to my benefit, and I expect her to act sweet and cut out any crappy behavior, or I don't have any time for her.

The trick is not to be butt hurt about it. I am outcome independent. I might tell her to cut the shit, or I might move on along. Either way, my own mindset of not accepting bullshit is instinctive. Before, I probably would have accepted it and rationalized the she was right. Fuck that.

[heavy]

When I'm on autopilot and make some adjustments. When I am interacting with a chic (relationship or random girl) and I realize there's two processes going on...

1. I'm running game (basic flirting) without thinking.
2. I'm realizing I'm running game without thinking and tweak my autopilot. Meta.

I have this happen when my girl is arguing with me about some dumb shit just for the sake of arguing. My autopilot is to remain unfazed and address the argument, as I would with a rational human being. I catch this very early on and adjust, usually ending in great sex (I used to realize this hours or days later after the plane had crashed, now I realize it in the moment).

I have this happen to me when I'm just talking up some shorty at the bar. My autopilot game is ok, but recognizing it and making some small adjustments helps a lot.

[The_e_man]

When guys constantly ask me for advice.

[Rigsby]

(04-25-2016 10:17 AM)Nascimento Wrote:  

For lack of a better term, at what times do you have an "aha" moment, where you feel as if your game has leveled up?

Quite the opposite. I had natural game when I was young.

Now I am old, and beaten down and wizened by experience, I realise that I should have maintained my frame. Instead, I threw all my natural game out of the window, bought into the 'unicorn fantasy', and got well and truly burned along the way.

In short, I should have kept being the bastard I was, instead of buying in to all that new man bullshit. I got eaten up and spat out. Not only did I fail the shit test, I didn't even know it was a shit test. Big lesson in warfare there.

I haven't lost my old game. It never goes away if you have it naturally. Game is something that can be learned. But it is also something you either have or don't have. No amount of money or big biceps or social collateral can make up for it. Though it helps.

My 'aha' moment was realising I had been chumped and had. I should have kept on with bastard game and not pursued 'pedestal' game. It was the end of me. Still paying the price.

Having said that, my new 'couldn't give a fuck' game is turning a few heads. I'm on my haunches. And I still have bitches at my feet.

Go out into that world young man. Take it.

Have friends. Have wing men. Have support. We all need that.

But take it! What are you waiting for?

If your aim is true, and you are true to yourself before all others, you will not fail.

I've got sparks flying off me at the moment. Getting eye-fucked just buying a bag of potatoes at the grocery store. Ignore my sage words of advice at your peril.

:-)


Confidence, confidence, and confidence on top. Add a bit of misplaced arrogance, and you are good to go.

Oh, btw, it helps if you really do have a bit of real self-belief. At core level. Sort of thing that comes from joining the military, or any organisation that is demanding of you. That can't be faked. You will carry it with you on your shoulders wherever you go. Men and women alike will notice it. And give you unspoken respect for it.

Find a club. Make new friends. Even pick the nerdiest of the bunch. They will be vulnerable. You will not abuse them due to your deeper morals. Give them your true friendship. And reap the rewards.

Not only will you have made a new friend, you will have made an impact. And the more virtuous and well-meaning you are (no need for subterfuge here) the greater your reward.

I hope I didn't over do it here. Just some thoughts on the matter.

[RunsWithScissors]

I'm a newb and not nearly on the same plane as many of you, but for me the biggest moments lately have been really accepting that I'm a prize that women want to be with, not just in a nice-guy relationship but sometimes they just want to fuck me. Internalizing that women will buy me stuff, rearrange their schedules, invite me to their house on my lunch break because they want me to fuck them and they like my company. I'm cold approaching and feeling very little anxiety about it.

As someone who has spent most of his life in serial monogamy latching onto whatever woman showed interest until the inevitable meltdown, this is huge. I'm currently spinning two plates with a couple more in the pipeline, while being an awesome dad with my 50% parenting time, building male friendships, and taking good care of myself.

[Lagavulin]

When I catch myself naturally acting in ways around women that in the past I had to consciously focus on.

When women are making regular eye contact as I'm walking down the street despite my appearance not having changed - their sixth senses are going off. I can't put my finger on it exactly, it must be to do with the way I'm carrying myself.

When I'm walking along thinking about nothing in particular and I realise I feel as if I could take on the fucking world - my increased mental strength and self confidence is rubbing off on other areas of my life.

When realising that I'm no longer bothered about outcomes with women and really believing it. If it doesn't go my way this time there's another one right around the corner.

I've recently moved into the city and I believe this has helped completely change my outlook and way of thinking. Moving from a small town with limited opportunity to a major city where the world is my oyster is a total game changer. For guys that live in smaller towns, and guys that maybe haven't lived in good locations where there is shit going on and women in numbers, don't underestimate the impact of such a switch and the developments it can bring in your thinking, level of game, and opportunities. If it isn't happening for you where you are get the fuck out of dodge and go find it. You only live once.

[LeoneVolpe]

When you say what you feel and don't give two shits whether it "offends" a girl or lessens your chances of banging her. Ironically, not giving a fuck about the outcome will likely produce a more positive outcome for you. Game is, at times, counter-intuitive and it can be amazing what you can get away with when you're not acting on your "best behavior".

A girl I'd been wanting to bang and I were hanging out. At one point in conversation, she makes some sort of passing mention of us being friends or something. "We're not friends," I said. "You're not my friend? Why?" she asked and I replied "Because I don't want to fuck my friends" with a shit-eating grin on my face. The look on her face was priceless, a mixture of shock and devilish delight. It wasn't long before I got the notch.

"Nothing in the world breeds success like success," the more bold you act and the more you're rewarded for it, the bolder you become. It really feeds on itself and few things feel better than taking a risk and having it pay off. Of course, it won't always pay off but even then you can still feel better about yourself for going for it anyway than being too much of a pussy to make a move.

[Vinny]

LMR.
Autumn 2013. Odessa (started reading RVF during this trip, been looking on some Russian PUAs daygaming videos for few months)
Met a hot 8-8.5 (depending on tastes) while eating in an outdoor restaurant on Deribasovskaya street. Super indirect. After one date, the ride on a Ferris wheel and a dinner in a restaurant I somehow managed to get her in my apartment. Here we are in bed. I am doing my best, she is moaning, I take her shirt off, best pair of tits I have ever seen in real life. I am thinking to myself, I am the man. I am getting it here and now. And then... Full stop. She is wearing only panties, but we can go no further, no matter what I do. Epic LMR. My flight is in 2 hours. I will never forget this failure.

January 2016. Odessa. Same apartment, same bed, same me. Another girl. Same epic LMR but after few hours its done. The walls are breached, her rock solid castle of resistance is in ruin.
It was a 3 hours siege. On a second hour of our mental battle she actually asked me "are you a player?" (ты кабель?). She was wearing tight leather pants that she did not want to take off, ohh I hated these pants. Two steps forward, one step back, now I am naked before she is, my dic* is in her hands, I am persisting, when I hit the wall I stop, ignore her, she goes back to me, I start again, and here we are. Pants fly off. Great sex.
This moment I realized and felt the significant growth. There were no fireworks but I felt that I have reached the next level.
We had sex next day and the day after, then I left.

Now 5 months later I am planning to come to Kiev she is taking a train to meet me for my first 3 days. 12 hours of uncomfortable train riding, just to see me and my other special body parts! By overcoming her mental walls, and giving her what she actually wanted I've learned her respect.

I had to learn all these small routines. I did not know shit before. Any hint of resistance would mean my complete surrender.

I am wondering how many more other things I have to learn, and how many levels to climb, before I achieve unbeatable smoothness. But I am on a right way.

(04-25-2016 11:52 PM)HankMoody Wrote:  

The next morning I wake up ...

I was reading your post and thinking, this is too good to be true. So when this part came up I thought noooo.... Don't tell me it was just a dream. Well played. Epic! I hope that happens to you often.

[pialox]

When I kept hearing from girls time and time again.

"You're a real asshole, but I still want to fuck you"

[Clemmo]

When the women text me in the early morning "Hey, want to fuck?"

[RexImperator]

Hasn't happened yet.