TYO: Seven Dates, Sex with Miss Athlete +1 TOKYO
Here is PART TWO of the Miss Athlete Story. It took about a week after “date five” (after the end of my last story), for us to finally have sex. And there’s more to it than that for me. This story has more about the LMR situation (another remarkable example). Some specific examples of female psychology. More examples of complicated escalation. And some notes on how we “make meaning” in our sexual encounters (which is a new theme that I have been thinking about).
And there is more about this particular girl. And that is often what makes all this fun for me… the exploration of the uniqueness of each of these girls. I like her. She has been fantastic.
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In the last episode of Miss Athlete vs The Frustrated Monster…
I was pissed off that we were moving backwards. Yes, getting my cock in this girl was taking longer than normal, but I had been mostly having a great time. She and I were a good “fit,” so to speak. A natural match. She was turning me on and I liked the taste of her mouth. The dates were fun. It was a good deal.
As of date five, it was taking “too long” for me, only because she and I stopped moving forward. Despite my best efforts, we had “moved backwards” on that date.
And here on this blog, the guys have been talking a lot in the comments about these kinds of situations… and about “how many dates is too long?”
“I’d also suggest having a cutoff where if you haven’t had sex by a certain point, you write her off. It’s worth it for your own internal frame and sanity. For me it’s the third date.”
— Magnum
I think there is wisdom to that.
As I responded to my friend Magnum’s comments to me, it was an opportunity to think about this and work it out for myself. I came to a conclusion I like:
“It’s about arousal… which is not a ‘fixed point.'”
“If I can’t get her aroused… then I should cut her off. But if I can… play it from there.”
— Nash
So this is my new standard. This honestly doesn’t come up that much… many dates but no sex… but I now have a new frame of reference when it happens again.
If I am turned on… and she is turned on… I’m probably willing to see her again (within reason). And up until the fifth date with Miss Athlete, we were moving forward, we were turned on, we were having fun… it was a good deal.
Date five frustrated me, because neither of us could get turned on at dinner that night. It is not ONLY about sex, but it is ALSO about sex. And I still don’t understand that night. I suspect that was something on her end… it remains a mystery.
Date five was, in fact, just dinner. And that surprised me. I basically assumed we’d at least go back to my place and makeout. But it didn’t happen. And she was too on about the “no’s.” And that wasn’t fun. So I left her that night without even trying to kiss her. I was a lot frustrated and a little bit bitter. That night after the date she messaged me with the sort of sweet, feminine, “validating” messages that are typical of her. I sent back only a picture (a bit of role play), but I had backed off of my usual more “passionate” frame.
I was disappointed with the date. And with her. I considered scrapping the whole affair, and pouring my efforts into more number farming and trying to find new girls. But I was still somewhat hopeful… she was still sweet… I still wanted to fuck her… and I was trying not to let my bitterness spoil any potential this relationship might have had for the future.
And it was to be another week until the scheduled date six, “the 19th,” when we’d see each other again. That was the date she had originally proposed (almost two weeks before)… that I had rejected. I pushed for more, and sooner. And we saw each other on Feb12, for “dinner only.” That was my frustrating date. And now I was potentially looking at another week until I saw her again.
I knew I could do better than that… possibly. That I could probably find a way to see her before Feb19. I also thought I had a fairly uncomplicated connection with this girl… we genuinely liked each other. I didn’t want to “over-tussle” a good thing. I wanted to get us back on track. Get us back to where we’d left off on date four.
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I got my haircut the next day, and sent her a picture of me, from a long time ago, with a shaved head. It was some call-back humor from a story I told her on the Feb12 date. I knew she’d get the “joke.” And joking would be a change of vibe. It was some fresh air. And she liked it. I sent her a pic of a guy with a mohawk… she laughed. We had upward momentum. She was sunny and buoyant. I took that opportunity to see if we could move forward. I mentioned the 19th, and asked if she could see me before then…
This was Tuesday, Feb13. She came back with:
HER: What are you doing tomorrow night??
HER: I will finish the work tomorrow at 19:00.
HER: Or after work on 16th?
Okay. So, I still don’t know what “the 19th” was ever about. She offered me that on Feb07. But I got her out on Feb12. And now she was offering me Feb14, or Feb16. I don’t know why these dates became available at this point. But this “availability” was how she and I started out… wanting to see each other… and it was organic and easy. “The 19th” was a wild card.
I do think she felt the change in my vibe on that last “dinner only” date. I had given her some mild “coldness” which was unlike me, and I think she noticed. And that this was her “restarting” our original pace. I think she was invested too. And she didn’t want to ruin it either.
So… Feb14, as we know… is Valentine’s Day (even in Japan). And I didn’t realize it at the time, I just agreed to her suggestion. I actually had another date scheduled for that night with a Japanese Mormon Virgin, so I did something I rarely do… I postponed that one, to have this night with Miss Athlete. I like her more than the Mormon girl.
On Feb13, I went by a restaurant, and made a reservation for Miss Athlete and me for Feb14. I then went next door to a different restaurant, and made a second reservation for myself and the Mormon Virgin for Feb15. Both places, a short walk from my house. Logistics, locked… for both dates.
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DATE SIX with Miss Athlete started simple and seamless. A nice dinner. Afterwards, to Family Mart, for another of my favorite candy bars. She didn’t have an early start the next day, so she came back to my place for some gelato. And… we didn’t have sex.
I told you… it was seven dates. But we did “move forward.”
I did get her naked, but it was a major “fight” (a loving, playful fight) to get her clothes off. I was focused on arousal, and we had her very turned on, but it was a slow, drawn-out process of getting to her skin.
She had come straight from work, and was salty from the classes she teaches and the exercise of her day. I had been licking the salt off of her. She had been saying she was too dirty to go further. I had offered the shower. She would decline. I would go back to escalating. Arousal, arousal. We’d inch forward. And as I finally got her pants part way off… she said:
HER: If you want to do this, we should shower first.
And she said that with an enthusiastic smile. As if the shower was her idea. I was surprised that she said it… after so many “no’s”… I had expected she would run off for home at some point… but she always seemed happy and we continued… no indication she was tired, or that she was going to “use the brake” on the escalation, or that she needed to go home.
There was very little “pressure” here. We were having a good time… what I call “high school sexuality”… it was fun. I was just about arousal… and it was a great place to operate from. A low-stress position for me. Arouse… and escalate when she’s into it. “Simple.” (It’s not simple at all… it’s hard!) And eventually, she asked for the shower.
If all this ^ makes Yohami smile, knowingly, I wouldn’t be surprised. Yohami said it would be like this.
But she was very shy about getting naked. Very shy… she made me leave the bathroom so she could get out of her pants and underwear. I left the bathroom door open, and stood a few feet away, watching her undress… and that was weird and hot too. And she was shy about showering with me. But she did it. And her body was fantastic. All of it was very comfortable and normal for me… even her nervousness.
When we got back in bed, I teased her some more, and she was sopping wet after a time. I ate her pussy… because I love eating pussy. And even then, it was part wrestling match to get her to spread her thighs. There was LMR at every stage with this girl. She was enthusiastic — every time — when I’d “win” a little battle and move things along. And she would smile more and more with each new round of resistance…. with each of my new victories.
She actually seemed to relax, to be noticeably less nervous, every time I won a “battle.”
And it turns out she is a squirter. It was mild, but it happened. She gave the pillow I had under her hips a mild soaking.
And then, after a generous tongue lashing and the wet pillow… I got up and grabbed a condom. I came back to bed and… and she gave me a sweet, but confident “no” to sex.
I was very surprised. I almost never see girls go this far and not fuck, but she seemed certain and real about it. I took her seriously.
“I have never understood why girls will refuse sex even when you both have your clothes off, you are touching her intimate parts and she is touching yours. I have sometimes performed oral sex on some girl, with fingers inside her, and she has still refused sex. And sometimes we have slept in the same bed, but nothing. At that point I have to wonder, what are they protecting? What are they preserving? Their dignity, after that? ”
— Tenet, from the comments of my last post
Tenet posted that comment after I had fucked her, but before I wrote this post. So of course, his words caught my eye. I feel the same way. And Riv liked his comment, too. Yeah. I don’t know why girls do this… but I’ll guess at “why” later in this post.
I wasn’t mad. And I wasn’t frustrated. But it was a bit awkward. It was confusing… I’m with Tenet on this one. And I rarely see girls do this (although the Korean girl did this with me also, on New Year’s Day this year).
So I climbed on her chest and stuffed my cock in her mouth. She resisted that as well, for about three seconds, before she eagerly took me in. And then, after a bit, rolled onto my back and she finished me off and I came in her mouth. It was not what I assumed would happen, but it WAS a brilliant orgasm.
And then… she spent the night. A that was also a bit awkward… without the sex. And… she didn’t sleep “close” to me. She didn’t lay on my chest or show me much warmth. She was a little stiff in bed all night. I tried to get more intimate, as we had slept great together on our nap on date four… but this time, not really. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
And then, at 5 AM, her eyes popped open. I could feel her move. And I woke up. And I tried to snuggled into her a little… and I dozed… but it was clear she was not sleeping, just lying there, stiff and awkward. So I asked her how she was, and she was polite, but I could tell she wasn’t super comfortable. I asked if she wanted to go home, and she said she did. Okay.
So at 5:10 in the morning, I walked her through the darkness of Tokyo to the train. It was crazy early, and I hadn’t slept much, but it wasn’t a bad walk. I nursed a little bit of conversation along, as we walked. I kissed her again. And she went home. And I walked back to my place.
And I assumed… that I might not ever see her again. I assumed that she didn’t like it. I thought about all that as I walked home.
My life is about me. My seductions are about me, they are FOR me… not endlessly trying to please the girl or anyone else. But of course I want to read the situation. And the post oral sex stiffness of the sleepover didn’t feel ideal.
What kind of meaning would we both make from that kind of awkwardness?
I can’t control what a girl does, or how she feels, or the meaning she makes from sexual acts. I was confused. But I was okay with it. I have experience being confused in moments like this… I think most players do. And I had the date with the Mormon Virgin lined up for that night. And other girls in the queue. And I was gaming a lot. My phone was full of leads.
And I told myself that it was all “experience.” And it was. It was not a bad feeling… a little confusing… I felt a little awkward… but I accepted it. And if I never heard from her again… okay. So be it. I had had an amazing blowjob, but maybe the “beautiful relationship” had lost its luster.
And then, a few hours later, after the sun rose:
HER: Good morning Nash.
HER: Thank you for yesterday!!
HER: Very special day
HER: I was nervous­.
HER: I was comfortable & fun with you!!
Hmmm. That was all unprompted.
And I take her comments literally. Who knows how she arrived in that state, but I believed her. That was how she felt when she sent those messages.
But the interesting part for me was… as she gave me this kind of positive feedback, I was immediate back into “the relationship” with her. I bounced back, emotionally, in that instant. I am referring to my own “emotional reactiveness” when I point this out. I’m not disappointed in myself… I’m just fascinated by my own psychology sometimes.
The stiffness in bed, the odd wakeup, and the early exit from my place felt like her having made a decision that it wasn’t “right.” And it had been a bit awkward for me, so that morning, while I hadn’t given up… I was ready to accept that it might be over. You could say I was confused but “unattached.”
And now, with these comments from her after the sun came up… the meaning changed for me yet again. Another wide, emotional swing. It felt good (and safe) to embrace the potential of her, of the idea of “us,” once more.
I am not trying to present how tough I am here. Obviously. I am trying to be real.
It is a part of my sexual education right now, to watch “the meaning” of sex become “created” as I have experiences with these girls. And I’m curious to see what I can do to influence that “meaning.” And in this case, her behavior in that early morning made the meaning “short term, odd, non-intimate” for me. That was my read. I emotionally withdrew a little, as I considered that I might not ever hear from her again. And then her warm texts a few hours later… changed the meaning for me back to “romance”… again.
Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
It was the same experience… but the meaning was “flexible.” It could change. It did change. Sex is like this.
None of this was about my self-worth. This was only about the “meaning” of the little “romantic art project” that was her and my relationship. And it was fascinating to watch my mind bounce back and forth within a few hours. I have a lot of experience… but this still happens to me.
And I replied:
NASH: I think you’re a very sexy girl.
NASH: And you’re cute when you’re nervous.
HER: Thank you :)
HER: Nash is cool :) [thumbs up]
We exchanged some more texts that day about trusting each other… I was trying to set that frame. It was all back on. And it felt very good.
Here I am… a middle-aged daygamer, bouncing around, with some cute girl, in a foreign country. This is how I spend my life. And… I like it. Fascinating.
And then I had an very interesting date with the Mormon Virgin that night. I’ll write about that soon…
And when I got home, more texts with Miss Athlete. We were cute and happy with each other.
Then, the next morning, Friday:
HER: I have free time tomorrow lunch time.
HER: If you have free time,
HER: Will you go for lunch with me tomorrow?
She is initiating. We looked to be “very on” again. This is a happy girl.
And if you recall… at that “dinner only” date, I had told her to do exactly what she was doing here.
This is what I wrote in my last post:
“I gave her another pointed look, and told her that when she really wants to see the monster, she has to take out her phone (and I mimicked her doing that), and message me and say… ‘I really want to see the monster!’ I was trying to train her.
“I wasn’t begging. I was trying to lead.”
— Nash
And here she was, a few days later, doing exactly what I told her to do. I have tried this with girls before… and it certainly doesn’t always work out… she may not have remembered the conversation at the “dinner only” date… but here she was… telling me she wanted to see me and when she was available… I like this from her. Of course.
And I set up what would be date seven.
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DATE SEVEN. We met for lunch. I took her to the same place I took her for date one. And it is close to my house. I asked her to come back for tea, and she agreed. We had another of those great chocolate bars on the walk back to my apartment.
At my place… I made tea… and then… dragged her to the bed. Great, sexy makeout. Each time, we would start off about where we left off the last time, so this time the sexuality was coming faster and… somewhat easier.
But taking her pants off was completely ridiculous.
I had to hold her right arm behind me, behind my neck. While I laid my weight across her chest, and pinned her left arm down to the bed with my left hand. Then, with my free hand, I had to work to tug her tight jeans off and over her hips… as she fought me, vigorously. And she had her legs locked at the knees, the whole time. So at one point, I had her pants off her hips, all with one hand (which was insanely difficult, as she struggled), but they were gathered at her thighs, and above her knees… ridiculous.
What does a guy do in this situation? Is this normal? I think some of it is “normal.” This is crazy LMR… but in a fun, playful way.
My ex, the Tokyo Queen, would also sometimes require me to “wrestle.” At first I didn’t like it. I thought it was all bullshit and irritating. At some point I realized she liked the fight. And I just gave it to her, and she would struggle and say “no”… that girl said “no” every time I fucked her… and we fucked for over two years… and then… she would submit. She loved sex.
In this case, Miss Athlete struggled. And she laughed a lot. And told me no. And said, “finished, finished!!” several tiems. And… eventually released her legs… and I pulled the jeans off and onto the floor.
This was all mixed with making out, purring, her getting turned on. Me backing off, giving her space, letting her moan. But in that final push, I just fought her for the pants… and I won. And she laughed. It was epic, but completely token resistance. Once she was naked, she surrendered pretty quick.
More oral sex for both of us. And then… I got the condom again. And she said…
“No.”
And she used my name, for extra weight. She said, “Nash, no.” Wow. LMR. Again.
And she had a hint of a smile, but she seemed pretty serious. I opened the condom wrapper, using my mouth and one hand. And pawed her with the other hand. And I made her suck my cock, which she did, and it was wonderful. And I got between her legs, and she said “no” again. And I said, “are you sure… you look ready to me.” It wasn’t really a question. And I put the condom on. And I looked at her. I was serious. And she was going back and forth, from “95% serious” to “75%” serious but with some obvious play in her look. But it was mostly “no.” She said, “no sex… next time.” And she looked serious. And then she smiled, a tiny bit. And I push my cock against her… and I saw her eyes relax… and I buried my cock inside her… and she completely surrendered.
How’s that for LMR.
Seven dates.
In some ways this is an extreme case… and in some ways… this is completely normal. Welcome to sex. Not always… but very often… it is just like what I describe above. At at least for me. I see this all the time.
And this story is edgy to write. And there was a flash or two when I thought she was actually, completely serious… but I mostly knew she was not. Don’t ask me how. I could just “tell” that I was supposed to keep going. For me. For her. For the seduction. That… is what sex is like for her. That it what it was like for us.
I can’t tell you what to do. Your situation may be different in important ways from mine. But in this case…
I fucked her. +1.
And it was great sex. It was very good. Excellent first time sex. And it had a LOT of the “romantic” bits in it… as we had had so much lead-up. So much eye contact. We sort of “knew each other” by now, and we put a lot of that into the fucking. I fucked her in about 10 different positions. And then finished insider her, while kissing her. And it was hot and beautiful. She was very into it. So was I.
After all that… a wonderful experience.
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As we showered, I talked with her about the resistance. And she smiled. She smiled like I had specifically passed an obvious test. I said, “you said ‘no,’ and you used my name, and you looked like you meant it…” And she gave me a cute, girlish smile… with a light gloss of “evil” to it.
The cute, bad, complicated, delicious, little-mature girl.
And then I mentioned how she had squirted on date six… and that that was a surprise to me then, as I had tried to talk to her about squirting maybe two different times, and she specifically acted like she didn’t know what I meant. But… she is a squirter. She knew exactly what I meant in those moments. And I told her that… and she just smiled again.
Bad. Confusing. Beautiful. Awesome. Adorable. Sexy.
So much of it was a kind of test… or a kind of game. Making me grow as a seducer. Making me reach to know more about women. This girl is not malicious. This was all a major shit test… sort of. I assume it was partly subconscious… she really is shy. She really was nervous, so many times. And part of it was definitely intentional… like bullshitting me about the squirting. She was definitely faking me out along the way.
I think I definitely could have fucked her on date six. I think so. And maybe on date three? But I doubt it. And the difference was… I needed a few dates to “get to know her,” so I could tell when she was real, and when she was faking me out… toying with me… doing her part of the seductions… layering in chaos to make the game richer.
Hmmmm. I don’t know. But I’m learning.
And I said something to her about how it was amazing I got her pants off. That she did almost everything she could to make sure I didn’t get them off… but I did. And she agreed. And I said a lot of guys would have quit. And she smiled. I said… a few years ago I would have quit too. And she smiled some more.
“But you liked it.” “You were very turned on.” “You wanted to fuck me. ”
More smiles.
So I said, “next time, I assume we’ll just get naked like grownups,” and her eyes got big and she said, “Nooooooo, next time, it starts alllll overrr!!!” And a huge smile. She was excited. And happy.
The “fucking game” is a big fucking “game.” Amazing.
And I kissed her. And smiled back. I’m okay with all this… this is what I signed up for.
She had work that night, so I walked her to the train… and then met the Korean Princess… but that is another story, as well.
This whole thing actually happened.
Amazing. I am amazed.
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DATE EIGHT. I know this was about sex on the seventh date, and that is what happened. But here is what happened on the next date… the infamous Feb19th date that had been discussed 12 days and three dates earlier.
We met in the afternoon. We went to lunch. Then to the fish market… as a little adventure. Then my house… and we had smooth and beautiful, no-struggle sex. All the “testing” was over. We got naked, and fucked, and it was hot. And we laid around after. And then I took her to dinner.
The night was chill, charming, comfortable.
Back at my place, we were both tired. We showered again (she always showers before bed). And we put on a movie. And we fell asleep before it was 1/2 over. And she slept close, and intimate this time. Like that was how it had always been.
And in the middle of the night… I woke up, kissed her hard, we were both instantly hungry for each other, and then I fucked her once more. And it was hot, middle of the night, new-lover sex. Super hot. Totally natural. And we slept like babies after that. No 5 AM wakeup this time.
And in the morning… I took her to breakfast, and then sent her off to work.
She was officially my lover. This was something I had presumed, after she and I napped together on date four (the day of her period). She has quickly become a kind of “short term girlfriend,” but in the richest way. She is wonderful.
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What do I think of all this? I think if you fuck a lot of girls… you will see a lot of things you haven’t seen before.
I am having more experiences now than I ever have in my life… but the surprises are still coming. This is what building mastery looks like. There is no shortcut to gaining all the reference experiences that lead to really, really, really knowing women. So we pick off experiences… one bizarre combination after another.
And there are patterns. And our experience matters. And we do get better. But these many girls are all a little different. This one is a lot different. And she is a great one. A special one for me.
I am having a wonderful experience. She is having a very good experience. This is me, hitting my “goals”… this is what I want. This is what I want for the girls I bring into my life.
When I wrote the “frustrated monster” post, I didn’t not know this was going to happen. I sort of assumed the worst. That was real too.
And I have a LOT of unpublished writing… other stories that I never published, because there was no “part II.” Where there was only fractured romance and fragmented meaning. The girls, perhaps, “ghosted” on me… and I ghosted on the those stories.
But sometimes it works out. Sometimes, at the end of the movie… the guy gets the girl.
It’s been a beautiful little romance. Strange, and nearly exhausting…but wonderful. What an adventure.
Viva daygame.
“At this spot we began the metaphor of me as a “dangerous monster” and her as the “beautiful princess.””
What if the intensity of her resistance, both last minute and earlier on, was a product of your own doing i.e., of this frame you created? It seems only natural for the innocent princess to resist the dangerous monster, not because she’s afraid of the monster but because that’s her role in the game, in the role-play that you have created for her…and for you. It’s the role of the princess to resist until the very end, at which point the monster takes her and her innocence, not just despite her resistance but as a result of it. Her resistance is a test but it is also an invitation, because ultimately only the monster who has the strength to overcome her resistance is a monster she can trust to protect her, that she can trust as a man. Only the monster that is dangerous enough to take her is a monster dangerous enough to protect her. Only the monster that will take her is a monster that she wants to be taken by.
Even if these dynamics are intrinsic to game itself, I think your frame amplified it. You created this game within the game.
“I said… a few years ago I would have quit too. And she smiled some more.”
“So much of it was a kind of test… or a kind of game. Making me grow as a seducer. Making me reach to know more about women……This was all a major shit test… sort of. I assume it was partly subconscious…”
She was testing you but perhaps you were also testing yourself. You created this game within the game that in the past you would have lost. But this time you didn’t…
“Even if these dynamics are intrinsic to game itself, I think your frame amplified it. ”
Yes – there’s a degree of “Im gonna push through your defenses, rise them up!” game involved, also with the “I like to see the fear”. But Nash is fine tuning into finding her desire and not her fear / resistance, so this stuff should be getting easier now.
This was a really great read Nash. It takes me back to highschool where a girl would make you go through so much resistance to protect her virginity. There are a few things more pleasurable than seeing a girl’s face contort with ecstasy when your cock slowly buries inside her mound for the first time.
Congratulations on the new lay!
BANG BANG BANG
Congrats man!
So was the 19th thing her agenda? or was it a trap / distraction? from the outside, it looks to me as if she had a roadmap of when sex was going to happen, very early on.
Yeah… we had a date on Feb05 (period) , and then on Feb07 she offered me Feb19 for the next date. And I have no idea what that was about.
>> from the outside, it looks to me as if she had a roadmap of when sex was going to happen, very early on.
I don’t think women think like that… I think they think, “ummmm, maybe now” or they think, “later, later” or they think “nooo, not with him.” Planning is not a woman’s skill set… not a feminine woman, anyway.
We had sex on Feb17, as it turned out… so it wasn’t the 19th. 19ths was date eight.
I don’t know.
I still like my “girls are chaos” theory better (which isn’t saying much… just that they are emotional, and the opposite of order/logic).
Or that she was confused/sad/scared/dumb/whatever when she suggested Feb19… it was a “delay.”
Seeing her on the Feb12 was the “dinner only” thing. And after that (which was not a great date)… she was suddenly available on Feb14 and Feb16 and Feb17… which I think was part her liking me, wanting to see me… and part her knowing I disapproved on the Feb12 date.
This could be some outside factor… her mood… or another guy… or??? I don’t know. That was just a weird week in the middle of this whole thing.
“And I have no idea what that was about.”
Can you ask her? it’s likely she’ll just tell you now.
“Planning is not a woman’s skill set… not a feminine woman, anyway.”
Haha you’re set up for a ride. Of course women plan: everything and all the time. Everything is calculated. It’s not calculated in the male way of planning, but in the magical way of planning.
It’s planned just like she planed the obstacles she gave you, the openings she gave you – it’s planned like when she buys the toothbrush she’ll drop at your place accidentally two days later, or when miss Thick is already planning the breakup that may result in a relationship more of her licking.
Women plan everything. But don’t believe me: ask them.
When did you think we may have sex?
When did you know I wanted to fuck you?
When did you… etc.
Talking to women accelerates the red pill ingestion.
Extra speed if you can see them talking to each other.
“I don’t know.”
Ask :-)
Then you have to read her response. She’ll tell you, not necessarily with words.
“Or that she was confused/sad/scared/dumb/whatever when she suggested Feb19… it was a “delay.””
Was it a delay (wall) or was it a proposition (opening)?
Is she telling you “we wont have sex on before the 19th” or is she inviting you “we’ll have sex on the 19th”? They look similar but are not the same
[Planning is not a woman’s skill set… not a feminine woman, anyway.”
Haha you’re set up for a ride. Of course women plan: everything and all the time. Everything is calculated. It’s not calculated in the male way of planning, but in the magical way of planning.
It’s planned just like she planed the obstacles she gave you, the openings she gave you – it’s planned like when she buys the toothbrush she’ll drop at your place accidentally two days later, or when miss Thick is already planning the breakup that may result in a relationship more of her licking.
Women plan everything. But don’t believe me: ask them.
When did you think we may have sex?
When did you know I wanted to fuck you?
When did you… etc.
Talking to women accelerates the red pill ingestion.]
So Yohami, what does our use of Game do?
Is it simply to project Top Guy so that girls want to fuck and schedule a faster opportunity for sex?
So, in many ways, the girls are from the beginning preparing for sex and letting us participate to see whether we are Top Guy enough? Then the more Top Guy, the faster the sex, and if Bottom Guy, then no sex?
“what does our use of Game do?”
Game is the art of emulating Top Guy, which is what girls are attracted to. When you are able to pull Top Guy, then the girls are aroused and will dance along with you to bed you.
“So, in many ways, the girls are from the beginning preparing for sex and letting us participate to see whether we are Top Guy enough? Then the more Top Guy, the faster the sex, and if Bottom Guy, then no sex?”
Yes, in every way.
This is so much simpler than you thought, right?
Girls are not complicate machines that you conquer.
Girls are simple creatures who say YES to top guy and NO to bottom guy.
All the trouble you face has little to do with women and a lot to do with who you actually are.
And Yohami, should we always work from the premise that any girl who goes along with our seduction is a horny little DTF slut planning to get our cocks inside her because she sees Top Guy in us, and behave accordingly?
That if she wasn’t DTF, she wouldn’t let us game her at all?
That K-selection girls aren’t a “real” concept? Where K-selection girls are only interested in a long term relationship and need a long time to have sex with. So K-selection girls are just not seeing the man as a Top Guy so they don’t hurry up to fuck him?
I’ve read a lot about r/K selection theory in humans and Im not convinced there’s anything to it. I think it’s yet again the madona / whore dichotomy with added noise.
“work from the premise that any girl who goes along with our seduction is a horny little DTF”
That’s not a premise: that’s the truth.
“That if she wasn’t DTF, she wouldn’t let us game her at all”
Yes. But her DTF can be a 10%. Your job is to invest on that 10% so it grows and takes over. She being DTF means she’s up to screen you to see if she can get what she want from you, which is ‘top guy’ experience, aka high quality semen.
All the girls screen for the same. Then their tribes largely determine the actual kind of ‘top guy’ they try to mate with ‘first’
“That K-selection girls aren’t a “real” concept?”
Would that be a woman who wants a beta? if so yeah that’s not real. Or would it be a woman who wants a relationship LTR with a top guy? if so that’s all women. Or a woman who wont engage in sex with a top guy who arouses her because for her relationships are more important even if she’s single? that doesn’t exist.
But let’s play the game and assume K-selection girls exist, then, logically, these are not the ones giving you time of the day, because all you care about is to fuck them and that’s why you’re talking to them. So they give YOU time of the day: they are not K-selected.
“So K-selection girls are just not seeing the man as a Top Guy so they don’t hurry up to fuck him?”
If a K-selected woman is one saying and acting as if she wants a relationship and just wants a decent beta and will not fuck around – that’s also every woman at some point, at some time of the day, some day of the month. But you can wait a week and see how that changes when the opportunity to grab top guy semen is there.
“I told you… it was seven dates.” — haha, awesome writing.
“But the interesting part for me was… as she gave me this kind of positive feedback, I was immediate back into ‘the relationship’ with her. I bounced back, emotionally, in that instant. I am referring to my own ’emotional reactiveness’ when I point this out. I’m not disappointed in myself… I’m just fascinated by my own psychology sometimes.”
incredible writing. so deep and rich. the attention to detail! i am right here with you, living this moment. and yeah, it happens to me too. bouncing around emotionally based on where she’s at and what feedback she gives me.
Yeah, man. I know you really get this feel. This is something you and I share, completely. A lot of men do.
“And she had a hint of a smile, but she seemed pretty serious. I opened the condom wrapper, using my mouth and one hand. And pawed her with the other hand. And I made her suck my cock, which she did, and it was wonderful. And I got between her legs, and she said “no” again. And I said, “are you sure… you look ready to me.” It wasn’t really a question. And I put the condom on. And I looked at her. I was serious. And she was going back and forth, from “95% serious” to “75%” serious but with some obvious play in her look. But it was mostly “no.” She said, “no sex… next time.” And she looked serious. And then she smiled, a tiny bit. And I push my cock against her… and I saw her eyes relax… and I buried my cock inside her… and she completely surrendered.”
WOW. INTENSE.
“Then my house… and we had smooth and beautiful, no-struggle sex. All the “testing” was over. We got naked, and fucked, and it was hot.”
oh yeah!
her: nash, you have proven yourself to be brave, resilient, confident, savvy and daring. now, you can fuck me all you want. you have won the prize. the prize is yours. i am yours.
#femalelogic
>> her: nash, you have proven yourself to be brave, resilient, confident, savvy and daring. now, you can fuck me all you want. you have won the prize. the prize is yours. i am yours.
I think girls have no idea what they are doing most of the time. A woman’s plan… if she has one at all… is always 1/2 baked. They have a little bit of direction, or desire, or motivation… and then they wing it, every single time. And good men… often put the pieces together.
I think they go “toward” or “away.” It’s not a plan, it’s an instinct.
I think I did things that made her go “toward.” I think we had tussle-free sex on date eight… because I had done enough to make her go “toward.”
I think I still have a “towords” advantage with this particular girl.
And she is mine, for now… for this moment. And all that could change in a second.
I am more than okay with that. This is the way the SMP operates.
Over and over it comes back to our value. Not “historical value.” No one cares about our history. It’s about our current value, right now, in this moment.
Our education and our experience totally matter… but only insofar as we can bring that to bear… in this moment.
“fractured romance and fragmented meaning” — pure poetry
“She was officially my lover.” —- EPIC
incredible post, incredible story.
I got here via Rivelino on Twitter, good writing, bookmarking this site to read more great stories and learn new things.
“I got here via Rivelino on Twitter, good writing, bookmarking this site to read more great stories and learn new things.”
awesome. spread the word. between yohami and nash, there is some real GOLD here.
Thanks, Riv.
This girl might not be special to anyone else… but this has been an “epic” chapter in my trip. And a LOT of great experiences and practice toward being a seducer.
And the LR was more energizing to write than the Frustration Report. It has been a fun story to tell.
Nash, how the F do you approach in this freezing cold?
I tried it today and people aren’t that friendly and I can’t even tell whether most girls are attractive or not with their huge coats.
Do you only do it indoors? Or you will be in the freezing wind walking around the streets approaching?
one word: zara
three letters: h&m
well, two letters and one symbol
four words: your local shopping mall
nine words: your local shopping mall, your best bet is ZARA
five words in caps!: ZARA ZARA ZARA ZARA ZARA
— Yes, I game when it’s cold, a LOT below freezing, and long after dark… no problem
— If they girl isn’t shivering… you can game her
— Wind is more of a hassle than cold
— Stop into Starbucks to warm up… I bring hot tea onto the street to help keep me warm
— Maybe focus on days with good weather, take a break when it’s raining or too windy
— Daylight is usually warmer than after dark
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>> people aren’t that friendly
This is a generalization… of course. So that sounds to me like a weasel… could that be?
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As you’re coming up w/ reasons not to approach (cold/coats/friendliness), I think considering that this might be “approach weasel” is worth considering. That is normal… but look at that.
It is HARD to game on foreign territory. That is massively undersold by the longdon guys, etc. if you’re not bullishly confident, that is normal.
So… appreciate that. And… give yourself a little time to “settle in.” That means DO approach, right away, but don’t have high expectations for the first day. DO warm up, so you are better for the next day. And that will give you time to see the cold and the “friendliness” are workable factors.
Warming up (socially) is more important than being warm (physically).
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I don’t have a problem with girls with coats on. I’m not finding them to be fatties once I get them out on dates. If you can see her face, her walk, some measure of her shape through her coat… if you talk for 2-5 minutes… I doubt you’ll be shocked with what she looks like if you get her in bed.
And… until that has happened to you… that is likely also a weasel.
Men often try to solve problems they don’t have… as a way of not approaching. Go approach. If you end up dating a lot of fatties… then solve for that… insist on a bikini pic before the 2nd date.
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Have fun! Go talk to girls.
Congratulations, Nash! Wow, you really worked hard. With a cute girl with a hot physique, it must have been amazing to finally reach the goal. Great writing. And look at that, I got quoted!
Will you stay in touch with her after you leave Japan? I wonder what job you have when you can stay in another country for so long; I’m guessing some sort of tech writing.
Reading your conversations, it surprises me that she can speak English so well. If she can say something like “Then it starts all over” – that’s not just a straight explanation, it is an expression. People who are learning the language would probably say something like “Then it starting again” or “Then I begin again”. That she knows English well must surely be a factor, but what a task – not just the ordinary difficulties with approaching, but you must also find the ones who speak your language well.
“And then, after a generous tongue lashing and the wet pillow… I got up and grabbed a condom. I came back to bed and… and she gave me a sweet, but confident “no” to sex.
I was very surprised. I almost never see girls go this far and not fuck, but she seemed certain and real about it. I took her seriously.”
Her “no” might have something to do with you going for the condom as not only does it kill the momentum but also it activates “we are strangers / he thinks I might not be clean” circuitry.
Do you always use a condom?
Yes, I always keep the tools of the thrust nearby, like in my jeans pockets. If she asks why I keep them there, well, answer with humor.
Doesn’t anyone use lubricant together with condoms? I find it essential. I have a real hard time getting any pleasure out of having sex with a condom. Even without condoms I often use it. A lot of girls are not well-lubricated. (Occasionally a girl makes wide eyes and asks “what’s that for?” because she thinks you are planning on having anal sex, which is funny.) I have bought a small bottle in a sex shop, which fits in my pocket, and I just refill it with regular lubricant from the ordinary big bottles from the pharmacy. I expect girls like the sight of that small, feminine-looking bottle more.
[because she thinks you are planning on having anal sex, which is funny.]
I always plan on having anal sex. Sometimes even before vaginal if she’s a virgin.
I rescind my offer.
Nash, I am realizing more and more that because of growing up on RSD, I have glaring holes in my game.
I want to spend the next 100 sets or so only focuses on doing full committed frontal approaches (I didn’t know that was a thing until I read your blog).
I will focus on just 1 product, apply it until I master this. So the focus is the approach until getting the number, nothing beyond that.
Which of these products do you think is right for me, for this?
* Yad – Daygame Blueprint
* Nick Krauser – Beginner Daygame
* Tom Torero – Street Hustle (I know in your review of Tom being a thief you said you did recommend his book to a beginner).
* Other?
I’m willing and focused on restarting and rebuilding my game right, as if I was a total beginner, so your recommendation is appreciated. I did not do 3000+ sets like you did, so you are way ahead of me on this.
“So the focus is the approach until getting the number”
Are you insane? You had a whole bunch of numbers and you let them go to waste!
Are you high? Are you drunk? Who’s your daddy?
STFU and go bother someone else.
I did NOT stay I am letting the numbers go to waste.
I am aware of my own bottleneck more than you are, so go talk to some cute girls instead of bothering me.
It’s -15C out here, I am out every day talking to girls. Go do the same.
Insane, sober, high on DayGame, looking for a Daddy.
Thanks for answering!
“I’m willing and focused on restarting and rebuilding my game right”
BV, it sounds like you are doing a lot of things RIGHT on the street, my man! it sounds like you need more texting help than anything else, like me, and it looks like with all yohami’s #textingmagic, this is all you need!
These girls are very DTF (so he’s doing some things right in person) – Blue has to stop fucking around and start fucking.
Blue, assume they want to bang you (they do) and play the part.
You want repetition of Riv’s fiasco, don’t you?
Thank you Yohami, that means a lot to me.
Still, in my own mind, to play to part would be to be very directly, tell the girl she is sexy and invite her to my place. I think that would be too direct and too much, and I end up losing them all. So I am trying to get them out without being too much of a pervert (which I am honestly, I am a pervert, proud, and love sex with YHT, it’s my favorite thing in the world).
[Blue has to stop fucking around and start fucking.]
Yohami, honestly, if I knew how, I would do it. I am doing the best I can with what I know.
Until recently I was so blue pilled, and like you noticed, selling to girls “sweet sweet relationship”.
Only now I am becoming Red Pilled. But like I said, deep down, I do not believe I am below girls, they can see that in my eyes, and it is what makes me stand out.
However, I have decades of blue pill conditioning, so my behaviors are too “considerate”, my voice is too accomodating, etc.
Like you said, an inch of a top guy makes a huge difference. I have an inch of a top guy with 95% normal guy. I am doing the best I can, yet I am not happy being a normal / blue pilled behaving person.
I am a Top Guy inside, I have always believed that, it is time to make it so outside, because my reality doesn’t have much Top Guy results. All that is working for me with girls now is they know I believe I am a Top Guy inside, even though I have so much shitty habits on top of that.
[Blue, assume they want to bang you (they do) and play the part.]
It seems so much of PUA literature is about not making it obvious in the text that you’re going to bang the girl, just in the subtext. Like when you get her to your room, you don’t say “let’s go have fun”, it’s more like “let me show you pictures of my puppy”, then bang. That is why I am “hiding my dick” a bit after I show it in the approach.
So you are basically saying to make it obvious we are going to fuck and go for it? You told me about the American girl to stop talking about fucking and to do it.
You also said before that Top Guy leads with his sexuality. Can you explain that a bit?
And guys, I am taking action, not mentally masturbating. I am doing out every day in the freezing cold, doing the approaches, improving. So when advice comes to me, I apply it right away to see what happens.
I am also honest 100% about any problems or shortcomings. That is how I can get the right advice to fix any sticking point.
[Blue, assume they want to bang you (they do) and play the part.]
So I should be totally and unashamedly sexually forward and fuck it all, whatever happens happens?
Sounds good to me.
You should fuck your own mother before you touch another woman.
In the ass!
I never do frontal approaches, only sideways. I think that is bad.
What makes me overcome this weakness is that I naturally have strong “eye mesmer”, which is something Nick Krauser talks about in Daygame Infinite, and RSD Tyler talks about. Eye Mesmer is Top Guy eye contact that cannot be faked. It is not a technique.
Almost everything else I do is wrong, including sometimes my voice goes into seeking rapport. However, deep down I always have believed I am “somebody”, so I feel I deserve all girls 100%. That’s the “inch” of Top Guy that is giving me the success, but most of my approach game comes from RSD where they say: It doesn’t matter, do whatever, just approach. There is no structure, it’s freestyled.
Like Today, I approaches a true 10 Russian tourist 20 YO girl. At first, she was like WTF, I am waiting for my friend. But since I’ve read about the Top Guy eye Contact / Eye Mesmer that Krauser talks about in Daygame Infinite, I noticed that she can see in my eyes I am not affected by her reaction. And she spikes her own self and complied and gave me her number after saying No at first.
So my game is random. I do not spike girls, I do not do frontal approaches, it’s just the steady look in my eyes that is doing most of the work and girls spazz and spike their own selves without me doing anything. My approaches are boring.
I also want to work on my own game. Now that I am not too old, it works. But once I am a much older man, it will be harder. So I want to stack the decks in my own favor with the right behaviors not get this situation where in most of my approaches girls brush me off but then once they look a few seconds into my eyes they comply because there is an inch of a top guy there and they are hoping I might be one.
So, basically, I want to not only have a deep down belief I am destined to be a Top Guy. I want to be a Top Guy, and I am willing to sacrifice all pussy I might get now for being a man I am proud to be and that will get even more pussy. The way I am now girls at first see some Top Guy in me, but in the end I end up their little bitch because I am too nice and do not like confrontation.
Again, to summarize: my unwavering unaffected eye contact is what is spiking attraction into girls. My verbals are beta with courage. So when girls cannot see my eyes, like when I am texting them, I am basically fucked. But when I am around them, they can’t even hear what I say, they just can’t stop looking at me in my eyes.
Tyler says often when girls look you deep into the eyes they are checking you out like a guy checks a nice set of boobs. I noticed since being aware of this concept that No girls or even Maybe girls look into my eyes as if they are testing (without saying anything), then it seems as if they wonder whether I am a Top Guy, then they spazz out and comply with giving me their number etc.
However, because I do sideways approaches many girls don’t even look into my eyes, they tell me to fuck off. So a full frontal approach will get me to use that strength.
I can help you with mesmerizing your voice. Leave your phone number-Viber and I’ll call.
It’s fine. Your mom is taking care of that already.
No daddy
Dominant mother
Delusions de gradneur.
What else?
That’s funny, I have thought the same thing lately. And with lately I mean the past two years. There was a time when I did tons of approaches – not 150 in a week like Nash, but definitely a hundred in a year. And then had some longer relationships, which was my goal. After that, it feels like I lost the edge. I still talk to girls, but it’s just “talk” really. I remember some good pointers, like not making it an interview, don’t be too pushy, notice what she wants to talk about, make it funny, and so on. Still, not much success. Last year I slept with one new (hot, though) girl and made out with three. Even though I know what to do and have experience.
What to do when you have lost your edge? The difference between a sharp knife and a dull knife is just one percent.
Krauser’s new book is all about this, how to bring back the edge.
But I think that is really a Bottom Guy perspective, because you tussle and tussle and when you stop you feel something is missing.
A more Top Guy perspective is that live is your oyster, you are succeeding and growing more and more every day because you are the type of person who does that, so the knife is always sharp because it is not just any knife.
Austerity means to eliminate the comforts and cushions in your life that you have learned to snuggle into and lose wakefulness. Take away anything that dulls your edge. No newspapers or magazines. No TV. No candy, cookies, or sweets. No sex. No cuddling. No reading of anything at all while you eat or sit on the toilet. Reduce working time to a necessary minimum. No movies. No conversation that isn’t about truth, love, or the divine.
If you take on these disciplines for a few weeks, as well as any other disciplines that may particularly cut through your unique habits of dullness, then your life will be stripped of routine distraction. All that will be left is the edge you have been avoiding by means of your daily routine. You will have to face the basic discomfort and dissatisfaction that is the hidden texture of your life. You will be alive with the challenge of living your truth, rather than hiding form it.
Unadorned suffering is the bedmate of masculine growth. Only by staying intimate with your personal suffering can you feel through it to its source. By putting all your attention into work, TV, sex, and reading, your suffering remains unpenetrated, and the source remains hidden. Your life becomes structured entirely by your favorite means of sidestepping the suffering you rarely allow yourself to feel. And when you do touch the surface of your suffering, perhaps in the form of boredom, you quickly pick up a magazine or the remote control.
Instead, feel your suffering, rest with it, embrace it, make love with it. Feel your suffering so deeply and thoroughly that you penetrate it, and realize its fearful foundation. Almost everything you do, you do because you are afraid to die. And yet dying is exactly what you are doing, from the moment you are born. Two hours of absorption in a good Super Bowl telecast may distract you temporarily, but the fact remains. You were born as a sacrifice. And you can either participate in the sacrifice, dissolving in the giving of your gift, or you can resist it, which is your suffering.
By eliminating the safety net of comforts in your life, you have the opportunity to free fall in this moment between birth and death, right through the hole of your fear, into the unthreatenable openness which is the source of your gifts. The superior man lives as this spontaneous sacrifice of love.
Agree.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6y4FLypuUs
that’s the author. today. the book is over 20 years old but it had a huge impact on me.
have you read his blue truth? it was my bible for a while..
http://deida.info/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/BK00906-interior-pages-50.pdf
The other means, besides austerity, for rediscovering your masculine
core is through challenge. The more superficial forms of challenge include
activities like mountain climbing, ropes courses, competitive sports, and
boot camp. These forms of physical challenge instantly enliven the mas
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culine sense of purpose and direction, in men and women.
Deeper forms of challenge involve directly giving your gift in ways
that have been blocked by your fear. If you have always been afraid of
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public speaking, you can take on the challenge of speaking in public once
a week for three months. If you fail and miss an appointment one week,
the following week you must give three talks. If you have always wanted
to write a novel, but could never finish one, you tell your friends that you
are going to complete one chapter a week (or a month) for the next year.
Every time you don’t complete your weekly goal, you owe your friends
$100. If you don’t complete your yearly goal, you owe them $10,000.
The point is, there must be a consequence for freezing in the face of
fear. There are obvious consequences for freezing in the face of fear when
mountain climbing or playing competitive sports. You must instill conse
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quences throughout the rest of your life, unless you want to cling to the
safety net of superficial pleasures.
The most potent forms of masculine realignment involve both aus
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terity and challenge. Go to the middle of the woods, by yourself, with
only survival necessities. Nothing to read, nothing to do. Fast from food
and don’t sleep for as long as possible. Challenge your attention with
some practice, like chanting or ritual movement, so that your attention
doesn’t drift or become balmy. Open yourself and wait. Do not cover
your suffering. Do not quit before you fall through the hole of your fear
and emerge with a vision of your true mission, the unique form of your
living sacrifice.
This kind of isolation and challenge is an extreme and potent form
of masculine vision questing, but there are more common forms that
are useful in everyday life. Spend time every day in solitude, with no
distractions. Just sit, for ten minutes. No fidgeting, no channel surfing,
no magazine thumbing. Just be, exactly as you are, not trying to change
anything. Stay with your suffering, until you fall through it and intuit the
groundless source of your life.
Just as your woman must regularly spend time with only women,
you must regularly spend time with only men. At least once a week, get
together with your men friends to serve one another. Cut through the
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bullshit and talk with each other straight. If you feel your friend is wast
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ing his life, tell him so, because you love him. Welcome such criticism
from your friends. Suggest challenges for each other to take on, in order
to bring each other through the fears which limit your surrender in gift
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ing. Always agree on consequences for not persisting in the challenge.
For instance, if you agree to ravish your wife for three hours every other
day for a week, then also agree to mow your friend’s yard if you miss a
day of ravishment.
You should alternate these kinds of “cutting through the bullshit”
gatherings with masculine celebrations. Even during these celebrations,
though, there should be a challenge to remain conscious and undistract
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ed. They are not occasions for lapsing from fullness, but for communing
beyond fear. Perhaps you can all go swimming in ice cold water together.
Or drink to the point of inebriation and then spend the rest of the night
chanting hymns of the mystery of existence—nobody allowed to drift.
Whatever you do, share as much loving as you can with your friends,
without settling for mediocrity or less than each man’s fullest gift.
That is great writing, I downloaded the PDF. And it’s true, austerity does give you a new perspective. I wouldn’t recommend the part about reducing work though, but the rest. What a coincidence, since I have been doing something like this since last week. Since last fall I have been dieting, trying to get down to ten percent body fat, while still lifting to maintain muscle mass. But I was kind of stalling for most of January and February.
Then last week I realized that there were exactly forty days left until Easter, when I would be seeing relatives again, and I thought that would be a good day to set as an end date. And before that I should reach my goal. So I reduced daily calories immensely in order to lose the last thirteen pounds before then, in less than six weeks. And it works great, I am ahead of schedule and will increase calories a bit now after ten days of this. But it was good to see that I could do it. Even though some days last week were full of hunger. This week the hunger subsided to a more manageable level – starting with Monday, good timing.
It shows what you can do, even when you thought you couldn’t. A big change is possible. And this kind of austerity clears your mind and makes you think of basics. I am also glad that I never watch TV anymore – I download some episodes of some old shows online, but that’s it. There was a computer game that I enjoyed playing about half an hour per day, but I stopped doing that last week, realizing it had become a rote habit.
I easily fall into habits, but try to guard against it. Often by doing little changes that are slightly uncomfortable, like taking a longer road back home, ordering a flavor I don’t like, visiting stores and parts of town I don’t like, moving things around at home. Anything to get used to discomfort.
Go Daygame in -15 degrees celsius, approaching at least 10 girls a day, and your balls will drop and your masculinity will grow.
Other “challenges” aren’t that big compared to how much daily public rejections from women will fuck with you. Until they don’t fuck with you anymore, because you will be a man.
You can pump iron and escalate all the mountains and be a navy seals, but that isn’t as hard as 10 girls on a row telling you to fuck off.
Austerity = zero pussy,
+ Challenge = hordes of girls telling you to fuck off.
Result = balls as big as mountains.
It is good :D
I honestly love Daygame. Just thinking about it makes me want to go out and daygame now.
At first, it is fucking hard. But when your game is warmed up and the macro momentum is there, dude you walk around the streets and mall like a colossus. You walk around with the confidence of a superstar and it is AMAZING. You feel like a man and you have no doubt you are a man.
I feel like a hunter, like a real dangerous sexual being, and girls sense it off me and it fucking affects them. I do not blend in with the crowd because of the masculine sexual vibe that I project after I warm up with some approaches.
I have done cold approaches. I have approached ten women in a day. I also have a job to take care of. Not everyone has to be Daygame Superman all the time. “Until they don’t fuck with you anymore, because you will be a man.” So I’m not a man and I’m scared of rejection, okay. It’s amazing what you know about people.
And of course, the irony here is that the whole article you copy-pasted is about austerity for the sake of self-improvement. When I write about exactly that, it seems you forgot what it was you posted in the first place. Alas.