Getting sex from cold approaches is difficult
It was Tyler who first made a statement on those lines. In a previous post I said for most guys allow atleast a year of work. I'd like to revise this by saying that to get really good to the point where you are having sex with several new girls each month from cold approaches, allow atleast 2 years of solid transformation work.
I've recently been through a bad patch, where during the winter of 06/07 I had absolutely fucking nothing. I tried to analyse why this was; if it was the weather, had my mindset gone back to my AFC days, or what, I still don't know, but I was getting very dispondent.
From roundabout March/April this year, things picked up for me though and now they are pretty good. I do get fucked off with the seduction community sometimes when I see so much crap being put about just to get people to buy an ebook or take a bootcamp.
You will get more sex by spending that money on prostitutes - which I don't recommend. To get good, you have to suffer first, you need to feel the pain of mistakes, embarressment and all kinds of shit. These bootcamps can't give you that pain, because it's an artificially created and cushioned environment. Try this test. Take a bootcamp and get high on it. Next week go out on your own and feel the fear as you walk into a club. Now the bootcamp doesn't count.
Here's an interesting observation though; prostitution is flourishing in London which has the world's highest rates for paid sex - it's fed mainly by guys who can't get sex from girls, like IT contractors who don't mind spending £300 for a pathetic 1 hour with a girl. Many of these escorts girls are real beauties. I said to myself, 'this is fucked up, I've got all this money, all this education, all these compliments, all this status and I can't even have a girlfriend as good looking as a fucking London whore'. Something has gone wrong here. I came up with this self observation years ago and decided to do something about it.
I said to myself I'm going to fight like a dog and die, but I'm not paying for sex. Over about 2 years my DNA has changed. Several times I've been in agony over lost opportunities and mistakes, but I think I'm nearly at where I want to be, or I get that feeling, but perhaps I haven't made it yet, because I still haven't had an exotic dancer.
My goal is to get one of these girls, have her bend over the back of my folded Japanese futon bed, whilst she's wearing platform heels in her work clothes, then whilst caressing her tanned waist, bang the fucking crap out of her and make her moan with pleasure. This is not a fantasy, I'm working towards this goal, methodically and patiently, using my instinct and engineering background to guide me. This week I had 2 girls numbers from top London clubs and both flaked on me, though I chatted with one girl on the phone and texted her and got reasonable responses. To get those numbers was a huge achievement and I feel good about it, because I know most paying creeps wouldn't have got anywhere near a number, BUT I feel let down in that my method is not bringing the proper results. My stripper method IS quite complex, when I walk into a strip club, there's so much you've got to remember, I feel like I am taking my degree exams, only they were far easier than this.
When I came out of the club, a pimp taxi driver asked me if I wanted women (basically he was an scumbag agent for over priced London whore houses with model quality girls). With great pride I told him to get lost, I got a strippers numbers without paying for drinks, dances or anthing. He said your number won't work. I felt like punching him, but I just walked off glowing with inner satisfaction from my number close.
I had my first air hostess this year and it was a amazing pickup and seduction, it made me so happy, took me days to come back to earth.
I have a list of stuff to do - including beautiful gothic bitches, rock chics - oh and 'posh unapproachable girls' (there was progress there last week). Going to a Camden now.
To those following a similar path to me - we know we are right.
I've recently been through a bad patch, where during the winter of 06/07 I had absolutely fucking nothing. I tried to analyse why this was; if it was the weather, had my mindset gone back to my AFC days, or what, I still don't know, but I was getting very dispondent.
From roundabout March/April this year, things picked up for me though and now they are pretty good. I do get fucked off with the seduction community sometimes when I see so much crap being put about just to get people to buy an ebook or take a bootcamp.
You will get more sex by spending that money on prostitutes - which I don't recommend. To get good, you have to suffer first, you need to feel the pain of mistakes, embarressment and all kinds of shit. These bootcamps can't give you that pain, because it's an artificially created and cushioned environment. Try this test. Take a bootcamp and get high on it. Next week go out on your own and feel the fear as you walk into a club. Now the bootcamp doesn't count.
Here's an interesting observation though; prostitution is flourishing in London which has the world's highest rates for paid sex - it's fed mainly by guys who can't get sex from girls, like IT contractors who don't mind spending £300 for a pathetic 1 hour with a girl. Many of these escorts girls are real beauties. I said to myself, 'this is fucked up, I've got all this money, all this education, all these compliments, all this status and I can't even have a girlfriend as good looking as a fucking London whore'. Something has gone wrong here. I came up with this self observation years ago and decided to do something about it.
I said to myself I'm going to fight like a dog and die, but I'm not paying for sex. Over about 2 years my DNA has changed. Several times I've been in agony over lost opportunities and mistakes, but I think I'm nearly at where I want to be, or I get that feeling, but perhaps I haven't made it yet, because I still haven't had an exotic dancer.
My goal is to get one of these girls, have her bend over the back of my folded Japanese futon bed, whilst she's wearing platform heels in her work clothes, then whilst caressing her tanned waist, bang the fucking crap out of her and make her moan with pleasure. This is not a fantasy, I'm working towards this goal, methodically and patiently, using my instinct and engineering background to guide me. This week I had 2 girls numbers from top London clubs and both flaked on me, though I chatted with one girl on the phone and texted her and got reasonable responses. To get those numbers was a huge achievement and I feel good about it, because I know most paying creeps wouldn't have got anywhere near a number, BUT I feel let down in that my method is not bringing the proper results. My stripper method IS quite complex, when I walk into a strip club, there's so much you've got to remember, I feel like I am taking my degree exams, only they were far easier than this.
When I came out of the club, a pimp taxi driver asked me if I wanted women (basically he was an scumbag agent for over priced London whore houses with model quality girls). With great pride I told him to get lost, I got a strippers numbers without paying for drinks, dances or anthing. He said your number won't work. I felt like punching him, but I just walked off glowing with inner satisfaction from my number close.
I had my first air hostess this year and it was a amazing pickup and seduction, it made me so happy, took me days to come back to earth.
I have a list of stuff to do - including beautiful gothic bitches, rock chics - oh and 'posh unapproachable girls' (there was progress there last week). Going to a Camden now.
To those following a similar path to me - we know we are right.
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