With her long black hair, her skin unblemished and his slender body,
erotically tones, Andrea was the most beautiful girl I slept with. And when
you met your ideal women, it's so hard to know that after today, you will
never speak to him again.
But I knew too well what I had to do.
Here's the problem. The men in the game because they're frustrated and
dissatisfied with their sex life. They read the content sites like ROK and
books. They look pickups videos on YouTube. They go out and practice
hitting on girls.
Their first attempts are horrible. But over time, they are getting better.
By sheer repetition and implementation of principles of play, they find
themselves to attract positive attention.
They have sex, often for the first time. Girls aren t of overwhelming
quality, but still. They begin to feel that the abundance legendary sense
that the pickup gurus always talk. Their confidence soars.
Now, suddenly, they get the attention of girls better. Real hotties. Then
one day, an approach is made. A girl who could be a model & # 8212; Perhaps
it is a model & # 8212; gives his number. A date is arranged. Sex happens.
Success. Yet it is at this time, when they finally got guys all he wanted,
he is in the danger zone. Why? Because if he is not a natural used to the
attention of extremely attractive women then it is likely that obsessed,
obsessed, and develop what we often call & # 8216; oneitis & # 8217;.
And once he has it, he is in a very difficult position. It will therefore
not willing to let go of her daughter dream he endure all kinds of
henpecking and its privations, she loses attraction for him, and finally
she landfill.
If you are someone who has had to learn the game, like I did, rather than
having naturally down, then the next step of your trip is to learn to walk
away from the girls too.
Romanian hell
There are years I found myself in Romanian hell. Andrea. I still have some
old photos of her on my computer (not to be recommended, by the way & #
8212; you really should junk all reminders).
It would be impossible to build a girl from scratch which is closer to what
I thought was perfection Andrea.
All men have their own individual idea of what is ten. I m mine is very
different than yours. But for me, Andrea was ten. In a way, it was the
culmination of femininity that I implored my life. She was the princess in
the fairy tale I read to school and it was the porn star I coveted of the
screen. She was a PhD black hair with bewitching eyes, a gypsy wildness and
a pert ass. I was struck beyond. She swallowed.
The problem was that she had a boyfriend & # 8212; and it wasn t me. I was
a little on the side. She wanted me for sex on the weekend, and return to
her boyfriend during the week.
Today, this seems like an ideal arrangement, but at the time it seemed
intolerable (as I thought!) You see game gave me the skill level to access
hot girls but I hadn t learned to control my feelings about them & # 8212
again.
I had this same scarcity mentality that had stuck with me since I was a
child. This sense & # 8216; if I don t hang it, I will never become another
as she ever & # 8217. And because Andrea was my ideal, what I thought I
wanted to lock it. I wanted to leave the boyfriend come and live with me.
I wanted to imprison me with a girl who brazenly cheat on her boyfriend.
At first, our appointment was exciting because they were about sex. We met
in hotel rooms in the afternoon and have sex all night long, linen spray
wrinkled, torn and thrown on the ground. But I had to ruin it by following
beta games book: & # 8216; If it's that good so I want it forever. She must
leave it for me & # 8217.
I exercised pressure on him and became cold. Once a source of stimulation
for her, a sexual desire link, now I was an irritant. She had a boyfriend,
someone to give orders and put pressure on it. I was the lover. I was the
one getting all the benefits with none of the responsibility. Why didn t I
understand?
She retired. I panicked. Intoxicated with oneitus I tried harder and harder
to hold onto it. Predictably, that led her away.
In the end, I asked him outright to define our relationship now and tell me
where we would be in the future. This is of course exactly the opposite of
the order of things. She should have asked me these questions.
& # 8216; I t promise anything, she said.
It was at that moment that I finally came to my senses. I realized that
there was simply nothing more in this situation for me. I was not getting
what I wanted and there was slim chance and no guarantee that things would
change in the future.
Immediately, I glue hardened. That was it. There would be no more back and
forth. When she sent me a message tonight (she was still using me as
emotional buffer, even if she was not sleeping with me), I replied dryly.
Then I deleted his number and all previous messages. Now, I had seen the
light. Whatever happens, we did. However it hurt in the moment, there would
be no return.
Freedom
I lost the girl of my dreams. I had her, and through my own naiveté and
lack of savviness game, I blew it. It was my worst nightmare became reality
beta. Removing my & # 8216; & # 8217 other ideal.
And yet, amazingly, I felt light and free. The most terrible thing in the
world emotionally (or so I thought) had happened and I & # 8230; Okay.
In the days and weeks that followed, I began to smile and laugh again,
something I hadn t been for ages. I started hanging out with friends again.
I enjoyed life again. I am filled with a new sense of excitement and
purpose. I went to Ibiza and had one of the best summers of my life. I
started writing a new novel. I slept with more girls than ever.
Perhaps most important of all, I realized something huge. I don t want it a
girlfriend. I don t want to be tied to & # 8216; someone special & # 8217.
I wanted freedom. I wanted to experience life with the audacity and
magnificence.
If you're a horse and it dies, Get Off
This experience taught me a great lesson. No & # 8216; others & # 8217;.
And the great loss of a daughter, no matter how & # 8216; hot you might
think it won t kill you. In fact, it might just be a weight on your
shoulders. And from that time, I have never been afraid to walk away from a
girl.
After all, the worst had already happened. I & # 8217, d already lost my
dream girl. And I had not only survived, I am thriving.
There is an old saying & # 8216; if you're a horse dies, get off & # 8217.
It contains much wisdom. Think of whatever situation you find yourself. Are
you happy? Are you getting what you want out? Because if you're not then
you might have to face the fact that your horse is dead and that the time
to go down.
And believe me when I tell you that doing so may be the best thing you'll
ever do.
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