Just spent a week with the gf in Prague. Overall consensus is that it was a nice time, did a lot of shit, went to the castle, shopped around, went to a mirror maze, and went out thursday night to a dance club. Dirtiest couple there. Pole danced and shit. Grinded hardcore and shit. Anyway, at one point a dude elbowed her accidentally across the head and the night was over. Went home. She still feels bad because her head hurts. Anyway, Budapest tomorrow.

So I've decided that my relationship with my girlfriend is going to come to an end. It HAS to. She's in Berlin right now with a friend, and our contact is limited right now. Our goodbye was loving and everything, but well, she's in Berlin and going out getting drunk. She went out yesterday to a cocktail bar and got drunk and apparently passed out with her friend (A girl apparently), and she's going to a vernissage later this evening drinking and then out to a club tonight, and probably tomorrow night as well.

Damn I won't survive this whilst I'm in London and she's in Vienna. I just cannot trust or find peace with a girl that goes out so much and gets drunk. She is an amazing person, an amazing girl who has gone through some tough times, but also a party girl who goes out a lot. Not trustworthy at all.

So that's happening.

Planning this future without my girlfriend seems both daunting and exciting. She's an incredible like I have said, whom I really do fucking love, and it is only because I love her that I cannot continue this relationship. I feel like I have so much more to learn before actually settling down for good, and I feel like settling down with the RIGHT girl is also a huge part of the game. Unfortunately, as passionate, loving and exciting this relationship has been, it has also been fuelled with jealousy and a lot of anxiety on my part and her part.

The quickie: met her in a bar and had a one night stand with her. Spent that weekend with her, had to fly back to London. Stayed in contact with her. After 2 weeks flew back to see her because "fuck it". Got together with her that weekend. Incredible sex.

Flew back to London. After 2 weeks flew back again to see her because "fuck it". Incredible sex. She said she loves me. Spent 5 days with her. Flew back to London.

After 2.5 weeks flew back to Vienna for the Summer and spent the majority of the Summer with her. Have a very emotionally deep relationship with her. Very deeply sexual relationship with her. Went to Prague and Budapest with her. Went out to clubs with her. Met her friends. She met mine. Stayed at her place for the majority of the Summer.

Now she is in Berlin until Monday and I'm in Belgium until Sunday. We are going to Bavaria together on the 22nd August for a wedding of her cousin's. Coming back on the 26th or so. That is the plan.

I am leaving to London on the 13th of September, 2 days after her birthday, 11th September. She has stated a huge amount of times that she wants to spend her life with me. That we should live together, that we should do everything together. I was about to break up with her at one point, and then last minute decided not to and told her I loved her, because I do. She started to cry. Turned into passionate makeup sex. On one hand she is incredibly scared I will leave her because I am "the best things that's happened to her" and she said she doesn't deserve me and that she hates herself for being the way she is (when I was about to break it off with her). On the other hand she is who she is. She goes out and gets drunk when she's with friends. When she was single she used to go out and pick up guys. It's just what she did. Went out and tried to have one night stands. She's had 4 one night stands, 4 other guys, a casual sexual encounter several times with a girl friend, and me. She's made out with a ton of dudes, was almost in a five-some because, hell, she's got a reputation and they called her over, but she declined, was almost in a threesome twice. She's very open with me about these things, because I guess I have a way of earning trust, emotionally and sexually. She's smart, confident, a vegetarian, despises Facebook, relies on her social life to feel happy, relies on GUYS to feel happy. She's lost her father to cancer at the end of last year, went into therapy. At the same time hooked up with some guy because I'm guessing she was feeling lonely.

Then she met me.

We've been together officially since May 3, so pretty much for 3 and a half months, but have known each other from April 18th, which is when we met and slept with each other.

This Summer has been a ride sexually and emotionally. I've had sex almost every day this Summer, got a blowjob at the back of a cinema right behind some woman, fingered my girl by the river with people right beside us unknowing, got a blowjob and had sex with her on a bench on a hill next to a playground at night, and explored many areas of sexuality with her.

It's been cool. She's a film student and is finishing her 7th semester in January next year. She's nuts. An emotional wreck. She's stone cold on the outside, broken on the inside. She's told me several times that she doesn't know if she can express her love to me as I can to her. No doubt she loves me. But she's just a bitch sometimes. Sorry to say. Her expectations from guys are high. We had many many many talks about this and other issues.

All in all, I need a girl who is going to be supportive of my life, someone whom I can trust FULLY and COMPLETELY, but also a girl who is sexual enough to keep up with me, who isn't boring as fuck, but a girl who cares deeply about me and shows it to me. I'm not saying my girlfriend doesn't, but she is still selfish at times and her lifestyle really isn't girlfriend material. Sorry to say.

Here's to you babe. I love you. As similar as we may be, we are also extremely different.

Good to see you're breaking up with her. You are making the right decision. She doesn't seem 'stable' from the way you have described her.

I recommend you continue to game and find a girl who is more what you are looking for.

You owe it to yourself to be truly happy.

Well, when your back in the ldn, hit me up. We shall sarge and sarge a plenty.

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Tr@v, I am also happy to see you are breaking up with her. I know that shit's gonna be tougher than your commenters know right now (because we're not the one in the relationship with her), but you gotta stay strong about it. It sounds like way too much of an emotionally rampant relationship based on what you write here. One hour you guys are expressing your love for each other, the next you're fighting about something. It may not necessarily be my place to say, but that doesn't exactly sound healthy, let alone ideal. I think a lot of guys actually have relationships like this. My idea as to the reason why, is because we're all too young to maintain real, healthy relationships. You nor the girl are prepared for that yet, and, sadly, from what it sounds like here, this girl may never be prepared for one. I've known (and dated) several girls like this before, and they are so far from what I want as a future relationship as decently possible. The mentally unhealthy, my man. Steer clear of them.

It's probably gonna be hard to walk away, but trust me, WALK AWAY NOW BEFORE ANY MORE TIME. The more you get used to her, the harder it will be, and nobody wants to Robin Williams it over some girl who was not even worth it. (J/k. Don't ever feel that bad.) Dude, I lived with my first real girlfriend for more than a year-and-a-half, and she was seriously--and by far--the closest I ever met to my definition of perfect. Except one thing: she had a slutty past. Couldn't ever see through that shit to allow myself to accept her. It seriously got to the point where I was obsessed with it. I was much different back then, needless to say. Lol. And when she dumped me (They always do unless you put your foot down and stick with your decision to walk.), I was fucking crushed. It was during the summer of 2011, and I was working in a research lab during the time. When I was in my lab, my hands shook so bad that I couldn't even pipette my solutions into their slits. When I was outside my lab, I seriously did nothing except lie in bed, trying to hardest to sleep so that I could pass the time until she responded to my desperate texts. LOL! You don't want to be this guy. You don't want to be the 21-year-old me.

At the same time though, I sincerely hope you get to experience how hard it can be to walk away from a relationship, or, even worse, to get dumped. I mean that so much out of respect. That shit'll sting and sting and sting FOR WHAT SEEMS LIKE FOREVER. But that's your brain fucking with you. Once you overcome that bullshit and take even more time to get back on your feet and take even more time to get built back up, you will become unlike anything you've ever been before. That's where the shit is at.

Happy playing, my man. You know your fellow PUAs got your back on here.

Thanks for the support guys. I will really need it and I appreciate having this community to help me through tought times, and vice versa of course.

I just wrote with the gf on SPAM a little bit. She seemed fine, still really excited being in Berlin and all. She was out til around 8am last night, woke up around 1pm today. She texted me in the middle of the night asking me what I'm up to (I stopped replying at around 1.30 to sleep, she sent me a text at around 2 something). Then she sent me another text at 7.49am sending me a picture of some Indian Bavarian beer, as I'm hald Indian and she's Bavarian. This shit costs her money, so that's clear investment. Didn' ask her if anything happened with anyone. It's irrelevant at this point. The fact that she's going out getting drunk and dancing with dudes is a little too risky for me all in all. Even if she didn't do anything, which I think is the case, it's still too risky for me. People don't change in the long run.

Another reason why I know this relationship is reaching its end, is because I don't see this going any further. I don't see the point, apart from the sex. I don't want to marry her, don't want to have kids with her, don't want to live with her, don't want her to live with me in London. Really the only thing keeping me around at this point is the sexual exploration. I have done things with her I haven't with anyone else, and also vice versa. As much as I'd love to keep heightening the sex to new levels, that can't be the only thing that keeps me around in the long run. I don't want to marry a risky chick just because the sex is incredible. It may take me some time to find another girl who is as freaky as she is, but it's the only option, and the game teaches patience anyway.

There is no real future with her. She sees one with me, yes she does, because hell, I'm international, half Indian, live in fucking London and have the potential for a somewhat decent career, and she also fell in love with me. What does she have? I fell in love with her, she has great sex appeal, gives great head, is sexually open...hmm, all these things have to do with sex. Which is awesome sure, but that's pretty much it. She's smart sure, like I have said many times, but a bitch at times, narrow-minded at times. Basically she's a coutnry girl having come to the big city, trying it all out. I have no idea what she wants to do with her life. When I asked her she said she doesn't know but she knows she wants to be with me. Damn. Looking at it objectively shows her lack of interest in almost everything, apart from her partner. I don't know if she aims big or not, but I do. That's where it falls apart. Also I feel like, as I have already said, I need to ride a few more dames before settling down for good. I think a good thing to do from now on is to have an array of fuck buddies, to have some goal in mind.

But really the real goal is to get amazing at game, and to possibly teach it one day. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah bitches. Fuck yeah.


As for game:

Yesterday I was out alone in Brussels after having walked the city half the day with my dad. After a while he left and I stayed. I just wanted to meet some people to have a drink with. I walk around a bit and then head to a mcdonalds to get some water. In front of me stand 2 Canadian chicks also ordering water. One of them goes to sit down. I am about to open with "Are you American?" but she orders a water so I say "This is gonna be so weird, because I am also going to order a water and he's gonna think, what the fuck?!" She laughs and responds nicely. We chit chat about ordering water and she also ordered a mcflurry, changing it up. I say I should order a water, mcflurry and some other shit like a cheeseburger to keep adding it on top. I ask if she's American, she's Canadian. Anyway, I follow her to her table. I say she should tell her friend she just picked up a guy. She laughs. She introduces me to her friend. I ask if I can sit for a few minutes, I have to leave soon anyway. They say sure. They're playful and nice. I'm thinking I should take these chicks with me to drink. I have Alex's voice in my head, "just hold your value and you're all good", and I'm chill as fuck, spouting shit, funny shit. We all get comfortable with each other talking shit about Austria, Canada, Brussels, Australians. I bust on them for thinking I'm Australian. Anyway, I'm just nice and playful, then ask them what they're up to. They say not much just walking around. They ask me what I'm up to. I say the same, just walking around. At one point I make the decision to invite them to a place called Delirium, a famous beer bar in Brussels. They say they're roommates kept telling them to go. Aww yeah. Anyway, they agree to come along but don't know where it is. I whip out the old HTC and get some of them directions going. We keep chit chatting for around 20 minutes or so in McD's until I say let's leave. We do.

We head to Delirium, chill as fuck. When we get in we all order beers and just sit outside and chill. We literally just talk and shit for an hour or so, I'm not expecting anything, and really, having company was already so much better than being alone in the city. We finish beers and head to another bar. The one shy girl wants to go home, boohoo, but the other is up for another beer. If only the shy girl wasn't so shy...haha...she flt quite uncomfortable as her friend became the more dominant out of the two and she and I talked a lot more than the shy girl did. Anyway, friends are friends and the main girl decided she'll go home with her shy friend, and I said yeah cool, no worries, and we headed out. I walked them back a bit and then said goodbye. Didn't go for any sort of close because, well, not really worth it. Lesson here is: If you don't expect anything, then ANY interaction is fulfilling! It was awesome.

Haven't posted in a while. Still together with the gf. It's her birthday tomorrow and I made her some real nice shit. A present. Haha. Anyway, there'll be cake and shit. Going to an aquarium and shit. Going home and shit. Etc.

Update:

Explicitness. Sunday night she and I were at her place. I went to the toilet to take a big ass shit. When I came out, washed my hands and went back into the room. She uncovered her sheets and boom, sexy nightgown. Sexy time. We fucked. A few days earlier I got her to the point where she was comfortable with me taking pictures in her underwear on my phone. I still have them. Sexy shit. Now she wanted her turn. I allowed her. No face. I wore underpants.

Then she wanted nude pics. I said only if I can take some of you. After some persisting she allowed me. Things got heated and the nude pics turned into porn pics haha, which we later deleted, but anyway. I really wanted to keep one of hers where her pussy was visible, spread out. She didn't allow it though. Respected her feelings and shit. At one point as I was taking a close up pic of her pussy, spreading her with my fingers, I accidentally hit the video button lol. Anyway, took some more pics of that. She was surprised at how her pussy looked from a different angle saying "Oh my god!" I was also quite surprised at how my junk looked on camera haha.

Anyway, she allowed me to keep the nudes, I allowed her to do the same with mine. After the pic session we got so horny again that we just continued our sexual endeavors.

This was a cool experience. I keep mentioning how amazing it would be to see my dick go inside of her. She agreed. Muahahahahaha.

Back in London. GF is still in Vienna. She wants to come visit me end of September, beginning of October. Let's see if that'll happen.

Just back in my old house. Place is quite a mess. London life begins again.

Went out again last night for the first time in around 4 months or so.

Here's what happened.

I wrote a guy on RSD Inner Circle London to meet me in O'Neill's in central London at around 9. Sure enough I turned up late, as there was stuff going on in my house. Anyway, I made up for it.

I was a bit drunk as I had some shots at my place before and when I met the dude I ordered a beer guiness.

We went upstairs and I high fived some girl. I talked a little bit about game, before turning around, tapping a girl on the shoulder and saying "Hey, I just wanted to say Hi as I'm feeling really social. Hi." She was Italian, and in her late 20s I presume. Whatever. I began to just talk some random shit. Noticed those IOIs. In fact, here's how I know I need to go out more again. I need that killer instinct again. She had the bambi eyes, meaning I had reached the Sexual Hook Point, but I was just standing there talking. I reached that point in about 1-2 minutes, shows you how fast this shit works. I just stood there talking and talking, getting back into it slowly.

I should have just been beligerent and had my way, telling her to come with me to another part of the bar and makeout with her.

Anyway, the set dies after around 5 minutes of rambling shit. I turn back to my wing and we head into the bar.

I stop by the little dancefloor in the middle of the bar. Some dude begins to dance with this little chick, but in a spastic way, so I use him to get to her, saying "You just stepped on my foot. That's minus 2 points!" He rambles on about not understanding, I yell "Dancebattle!" and then turn to the chick and say "Are you having a dancebattle?" She responds with "More like a friendly one!" I notice she's American, comment on it. IOIs as well, but again, too much of a pussy to do anything. I continue talking, ask who her friend is, etc. She turns back to her friend after a while. Too slow. Anyway, next.

We move to the smoking area all the way upstairs. We chill there for a bit as I explain to him about not expecting anything at all, and then just doing everything for yourself. He begins to understand. We move downstairs again.

Near the bar we watch how the band sets up. The song "Call me maybe" comes on, and I point to a girl saying "Hey I just met you" singing along. She gives me her hand. I let her go. Not killer-like enough. I tap another girl on the shoulder, saying "Hey I just met you" she laughs and we begin to chat. I ramble. She's dutch. We talk shit. Her friend seems hesitant, so I introduce myself, saying I don't bite. Ha, how pussy. Anyway. I stay in the set for some time with my wing, and when they slowly turn away, I just tell him to stand right here with me, staying in set, until they turn back. They do after a while, but leave shortly after. I say that I'll see them around. We stay around there for a while, before moving on. There's not too much here, or maybe I was just making excuses at this point as I got fucking tired. Anyway. I approach an asian girl with a tattoo saying "You look bored." She says she's not, but I say that I came to say Hi anyway. She says hi. I just don't put in the effort and the set dies quickly.

I say hi to the dutch set again (reapproach!) but leave soon after as I'm really tired and can't put in the effort. This is what alcohol does.

I'm back near the bar and see a girl in a group, approach her and say "Hey, I saw you from over there and I just had to come meet you and say hi." She smiles and we introduce ourselves. I begin to ramble shit, and she plays along. Still, too much of a pussy vibe from myself. I stay in set for a good 10 minutes or so, and her friends begin to get annoyed that she's talking to me. She says they're possessive, and I say like a possessive boyfriend. She looks at me weirdly, thinking I called the dude her boyfriend. I say not the dude but the group...fucking hell. Anyway, I slowly begin to release her as I see the group is getting annoyed. I should've just handled the group and told her to come with me. I leave the set, saying goodbye to her.

We go back to the dancefloor area for a while, and there is a really hot, slim, beautiful blonde, looks like she's scandinavian. I tell my wing that I have to approach her, but some dude is groping her, trying to slowly touch her more and more. What a chode. We go downstairs as I say I need to sit down for a bit. We do, and find a seat and sit and chat. I say I'm fucking dead after my workout today (fucking deadlifts motherfuckers).

Blonde "scandinavian" girl comes down with her group, ready to leave. I jump up, tap her on the shoulder and say "Hey, I just had to come meet you and say hi." She smiles and says they're all leaving. She's actually American. I keep her around for a bit by rambling, but her friend runs down the stairs and literally just snatches her and drags her away and out of the bar. I laugh and sit back down. I should've literally just gone out of the bar with them, a la Alex's front door rule, and just gone home with them. Why keep her around in a bar where you can't have sex with her, when she's already going to the sex location? Geez.

A few minutes later she comes back and runs up the stairs. I notice and tell my wing I'll wait until she comes back down and I'll reapproach. But she doesn't come back down, so we go upstairs to see where she is. We can't find her, and we realize that she took another exit and I never saw her again.

We hang around a little more and I get fucking tired. I'm pretty fucking happy though as I opened quite a lot and rambled on and on, got some IOIs and shit. Now onto the killer instinct.

I say hi to the dutch set again, but turn away. I walk around by myself, searching, yet tired. I decide I will leave for the night. I find my wing by the bar, and he says he'll stay. I say goodbye and that we'll stay in contact, and exit the bar and head to my bus.


Notes: Good shit opening so much and just rambling. I reached the Sexual Hook Point several times, and after that I should've just dragged the girls away, or gone for a makeout. I need that killer instinct again, and it'll come. Things happen fucking FAST. Also, the later I enter a bar the better, as my energy will be higher and girls' buying temperature will be up. Gaming drunk wears you down.

The Sexual Hook Point happens fast, as already said. The Italian girl in the very first set had the bambi eyes within 1-2 minutes. You can LITERALLY go for the makeout, even if it seems socially unacceptable. However it was the beginning of the night, so chances might have been low. But nonetheless, practice is practice and should not be avoided. Sexual Hook Point means escalating fast, and bouncing around.

Good shit. Sounds like you had the fire this night.

I ain't gone, guys, the gf was here in London for 10 days, she left on Tuesday morning. Had some more crazy sexual experiences, and now it's back to game. Focusing on game and Uni and making some cash is what it's about. I'm planning on going out again, and become the master. Let's do this.

So I'm back.

I broke up with my gf, however, things didn't go as planned, she came to visit me because she was crazy in love with me, and I in love with her, however we are not exclusive anymore. Which means we can both go out and be sluts. Let's see how this will work. Never done anything like this before, having a free pass but giving the girl a free pass too, even though I really like her on quite a few levels. It means going out again, getting wasted, partying it up again, and seeing what the fuck happens. I feel confident in my ability now, in my attractiveness. Went out last week and madeout with an Australian girl, almost met up with her but she flew to vienna and then decided to flake in advance for our date.

Nonetheless it was good to finally makeout with a new chick again. There's something about it. Newness, novelty. And it makes you feel awesome to go out and just hit on chicks again and radiate attraction.

Anyway, adventures not only continue, but get even more intense. It's all about fucking fun now. Fuck pickup. It's just fun.

Hi everyone, I know I've been gone for a while now, and that is because I have been in an exclusive relationship for 6 months, which I have learned so much from. It was my first longer term relationship and it was an incredible experience for me, because I fell in love with her and she fell in love with me.

The lessons that I learned from the relationship are invaluable. They have truly opened my eyes to so many things and also made me realize a lot about myself. The girl that I met is a Bavarian now 23 year old girl, being about 7 months older than me. She has had a lot more experience than I have in many ways, especially sexually, and I have had a lot more experience than her in many other ways. The way we fit together was like a puzzle piece, on a spiritual, sexual and emotional level. We clicked and burnt with chemistry, and I am glad to say that we still do.

She lives in Vienna, and I in London. We are now broken up, however have made the decision to continue seeing each other. I will go into detail why we broke up in a bit, however we are still extremely attracted to each other on all those levels. We either write or SPAM daily, and have made the decision to stay in each other's lives.

The breakup was harsh. I instigated it, I decided to break it off. Whilst there were many good things about her, there were also things in the relationship itself that turned out to be destructive.

Firstly, obsessiveness and neediness can be beautiful, but it is actually also horrid. We spent almost every moment with each other whilst I was in Vienna, almost living with each other. It was quite the dreamworld, which soon came to an end when I left for London again.

Now, what exactly was destructive in the relationship and how could we have fixed them? Both her and I are at fault here. Initially we decided to be in an exclusive relationship, however what did not bode well for my psyche was that I knew how promiscuous she had been before me. She has had one more partner than I have had, so things should have been fine there, but there were times in the relationship where thoughts got extremely destructive within my own head. Retroactive jealousy was a huge issue for me, especially since we talked in detail about our past experiences and she shied away from nothing.

Were this not enough, this also meant I had extreme trouble trusting her. Since she was very sweet, loving and caring with me, I knew that she also has a side to her that gets very drunk, horny, and promiscuous, especially around her girlfriends. And whilst she limited her drinking to only with me over the summer, my mind could not stop thinking about what might happen in the future. It is ironic, because I, too, have increased my drinking lately, and so it is unfair for me to have such thoughts about her when she can deal with it in her own mind and continue to trust me.

Next, our neediness was intense. Our passion was intense. Our emotions were intense. Having been involved with pickup and having gotten to a point where I can truly trust myself to get new girls, and lead a lifestyle that I truly enjoyed before I met her, I knew and still know that neediness is the killer of relationships. It causes extreme jealousy in some, like me, and now also her. It is immature and it requires great self-control and discipline not to fall into a needy spiral to be able to just enjoy the relationship.

Also, having been involved with pickup showed me that a lifestyle that allows me to be free and do things with whomever I like is the lifestyle that I truly want to lead. This relationship only proved it. Exclusivity caused me to feel extremely caged, especially since I was never exclusive before. It cause me to feel great anxiety, knowing that in that situation I cannot meet new girls. It was taking a part of me away. I may have a natural tendency to jump from one girl to the next; I cannot even recount the amount of crushes I had in school, jumping from girl to girl, and then the amount of times I have fallen in love with a girl. I have learned that this is something that can happen over and over again, and I love that.

Lastly, I love sex. A lot. And I love it with many different girls. My fantasies and dreams are only growing, expanding and intensifying. I'm not sure how miss Bavaria feels, having experimented herself over the past 2 years, but I feel like this may be an experimentation for life. There is a difference in my state within me when I go out to get new girls to when I stay at home waiting for a girlfriend to be with me and have sex with me, or go home to do so. One is active, the other passive. And passivity makes me sick. Literally. It makes me feel ill, depressed, even lonely. My anxiety levels rise and my body craves novelty of experience. The lifestyle I led prior to meeting miss Bavaria was truly awesome, I was feeling on top of the world and I want that for the rest of my life.

And now, why not do it with her? I have broken up with her not because I don't love her, but because I had all these realizations. It was harsh but it had to be done. I still love her, want her, but I don't necessarily need her anymore. Here is a girl that really wants me in her life, and I love that, and want her as well. At the same time I have a need to be free, experiment, do what I want. Being free with her would be the ultimate dream. To be non-exclusive with her, yet be her partner in adventures and she be mine, together going out, meeting people, having sex with lots of different people, being on top of our game, getting wasted together, going crazy with each other. I have mentioned to her that a threesome with her and another girl really turns me on, and you know what? It sounds fucked up but a threesome with another guy does, too. Not because I am attracted to men, but because I know it is a huge turn on for her to have sex with 2 guys at once, and that in turn turns me on like crazy. She hasn't had the experience yet, but I would love to give it to her, or rather, to have it with her. A sick act of voyeurism, however also a sexy one.

I know that I have to continue the lifestyle I had before, the "pickup" lifestyle, because it showed me something that I never knew before, and it also gave me a lifestyle that I felt extremely well in. And I still do. I have faith in my abilities and I only want them to get better. I don't even wish I were a woman who can get sex easily, because there is little work involved. I like the fact that we go out and improve ourselves, our mental state, our physicalities, change our beliefs. I am such a different person at this point, it is unbelievable. I wish I had this realizationg before I met her, so I could've taken her with me on this ride right at the start. However that wasn't the case, and now I accept that and deal with the situation as it comes. The truth is that whether or not she joins me, I move forward. It is the only way at this point. I have tried everything else. I have tried to change my beliefs about relationships, change my beliefs about pickup, change my beliefs about love, however all of these routes have failed me, and I am left with only one thing: something I truly love. I have thought about a life without pickup, without going out and meeting girls and being charming. I have truly tried to convince myself that pickup is wrong, that it is stupid, that it isn't natural, that meeting girls through your social circle should be the only "true" way of meeting girls, since that truly proves you are a social king. None of these strategies worked. Therefore I am back now, with a vengeance. I love this lifestyle, and if I can take miss Bavaria with me then my life will get a thousand times better. If I cannot take Bavaria with me, then my life will still get a thousand times better.

I'm back players. The adventures continue.

I truly believe that by in large, this is a misnomer within the "community." A woman cannot choose who approaches her. Many women do not have the type of guys who they truly desire approaching them. They only get to choose from those who have the balls to approach. Men who are socially calibrated and know what's up such as yourself have it much better than 99% of women when it comes to dating etc because of the power of choice and selection.
A lot of your comments get to the core of what is so transcendentally great about pickup. This one is no exception.

Should girls choose to approach themselves, their choice is a lot higher than ours. Bavarian girl used to go out and fuck guys from the club, including me. Easy for her. Sure she didn't ALWAYS get what she wanted, but she definitely didn't have to put in as much "effort" as I did. Since the primary attraction trigger in men is appearance, girls who are pretty have quite an easy time in that sense. Should you have an attractive, confident man and attractive confident woman go head to head, I believe the woman might have an easier time, or at least be able to pull faster.

And thank you for your comments.