I must admit, my previous declaration to start getting direct & wasting less time with women has reduced my meeting & conversation rates quite considerably. In a typically ridiculous way, even a married woman expects to be romanced to a degree, or at the very least run through the motions for a while. I had gone to meeting for a drink & assuming she was attractive enough & also tolerable, to inviting her almost directly to my place.
I could see this was something a bit off for some of them. While this might work for a certain group of women or the married ones, a girl who believes herself as ‘normal’ & ‘independant’ won’t typically be too enthused by such a proposition. One of the most valuable lessons I learnt about seducing women did in fact come from a woman, in that a girl you are dating always needs hope for something more.
This is true but in all honesty, it’s a complex situation because as with any person, you don’t really know what they’re into or not into. What might work with one woman could be entirely different for another. However certain principles tend to hold more success than others. I personally believe the idea of being an asshole to women isn’t very successful, as it was often advocated by pioneers of ‘game’ in the early days. But that gave birth to the more advanced concept of maintaining ‘frame’, which is something I have found to always give an advantage; in life as well as in seducing women. I’ll always remember a French class I was in a a few years back, where suddenly there was a very loud, police related noise outside the building which made practically everyone jump out of their seats. It also startled me, but I kept my composure & didn’t show any external reaction. As the laughter died down in a largely female dominated class, an Americian woman joked that I hadn’t even flinched & threw in some comment about how masculine I was. Although it was a lighthearted remark, it proved that my masculine energy had clearly been noted.
In reality my approach has been borne from a lack of tolerance from listening to inane bullshit. Whereas in the past I would patiently listen to whatever was coming out of their mouth, which I honestly have to say was for the most part, pretty much the same. The generic, non-offensive, variably victimised & certainly not an easy lay character would come out, which I’d go along with until about the third date when they’d end up getting shafted on my sofa in my the same way they had no doubt become accustomed to. It was almost transactional in nature, where I’d pretend to be interesting in their generic viewpoints & not say anything too impressing about them at risk of them not knowing how to process it & deeming me unusual. I must admit, while my energy levels are much higher nowadays compared to some months ago thanks to a change in diet, I often found myself barely able to surpress yawning as I listened to absolutely nothing of foundation or to my interest. I don’t really drink at all anymore of course, which can limit the initial conversion steps for the first time & probably hurts my averages compared to if I did, but often the choice of where we’d go to eat would be of the most interest to me when arranging a date with a girl. What would be on the conversational menu was limited at best.
As with most things, when regularly achieving a certain, consistant level of success upon a goal one originally set some time ago, it’s easy to fall into familiar patterns. This tolerant formula I had employed had eaten into my finances & to a greater degree my personal time, despite it’s great success leading me to situations where I could (& did have) up to three women in a day on more than one occasion, & certainly different women each day. I believe my best week was eight different women in seven days.
This is now not the case. Right now I have gone down to two semi-regular lovers. The Ukrainian ex-model & SPC, who in all honestly despite an improvement through experience & training, aren’t that great in bed. Hot, but not with that natural chemistry that one finds from time to time. Yes, this was of my own choosing as it was getting tiring once things started to change from that very hot initial sexual phase, into the faux-emotional phase that women get when the sex is good. Then it’s not quite the same for me. Also, being dictated to isn’t my style, as the Israeli woman found out & got pissy because I wouldn’t acquiesce to her spontaneous desires or wishes to be the ‘only one’. I have always found it hilarious how married women can’t accept that you as a single man would have other women as well as them & have a problem with that, despite they themselves being married & carrying on fucking their husbands like nothing is happening.
Honestly it’s quite the turn on for me these days, to think of a woman fucking her husband after I’ve made her blow her load all over the place earlier that day. That’s a product of psychological corruption though, because once I’d realised that was the typical nature of women, I set out to prove that I was indeed right for the most part. And frankly speaking, I have been. Leveraging my fortunately reasonable genetic advantages & combining those with what is now approaching complete frame, I set out to enjoy myself at any cost – a view compatible with my childhood intention to live a full life.
With success however, can come complacency or even blase about the abundance. And as I have done in the past, I started to spread myself too thin & try to achieve petty little goals to become even more powerful in taking away any woman’s believed sexual power dominance. A flash of the tits without getting down to some real business, isn’t going to swing it for me anymore. Or more accurately, trying to shoehorn me into being romantic with you, when in reality I couldn’t care less about you, is also going to yield similar results. Now, I sway between indifference & hammering multiple targets in a pipeline methodogy; concentrating more on high quality targets & quickly abandoning any woman who is clearly going to have hang ups or believes she can fool me into emulating a relationship. The desperation is so apparent.