| I started reading my friends copy of The Game 3 months ago at the start of summer while at his place. The first few chapters alone were so inspiring that my confidence that had recently faded (for whatever reason) immediately returned. I was back in the bars hitting on girls that night. I actually brought back a petite hb7 and thought I would ride out a hot streak for the rest of the summer. But much to my dismay, it quickly fizzled.
I slept with the same 2 girls on and off all summer, the hotter of the two being a 7.5 at best. These girls are borderline obsessed and I am not anywhere near satisfied with this because I know I can do better. I am surrounded by hot women in Toronto but the truly beautiful girls seem to allude me.
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The other night I was out for a friends birthday and there was a cute blonde with us (hb6, also the only single girl) who was friends with my buddies gf. I ignored her most of the night (by plan) until we were all pretty drunk and heading to a bar at which point I started flirting. It should have been an easy close, but halfway through the night, a friend of my friend walks up to me and asks me if I mind letting him wheel her instead. He seemed to insinuate with his question that I must get much hotter girls than him on a regular basis and that I shouldn't mind tossing him this bone (pun intended haha). I was completely taken aback, drunk and fairly horny, but I told him to go for it, on the condition that if she came back my way I wasn't not going to swing.
Anyways, for the rest of the night I watch this guy work some of the worst game I've ever seen. At one point I finally decided to take over. Seconds into it he gave me this, "Dude she is supposed to be mine look," at which point I thought, "to hell with them both, he can attempt to get a hand job from this 6, I'm going to get shitfaced".
The next morning I woke up on the floor outside of my apartment door, holding back what felt like was the biggest shit of my life. I had left my bag with my keys at the hotel, cabbed back to my place after the bar without them, been let in to my building, but could not get into my apartment.. I do not consciously remember deciding to sleep on the ground outside my door.
The whole point to this story is: I was so incredibly hung over and mad at myself for how I let things play out that I spent the entire next 2 days reading the rest of The Game that I had neglected to finish 3 months earlier. I finished it an hour ago which brings me to this post.
My goal of joining this community is to learn more about how to make myself a better person, to not only feel worthy of approaching those hb10s, but to know in my head that I she would be lucky to have me. I think what made Neill Strauss so successful in the end was that in his search for ways to pick up women, he actually became an incredibly interesting and cool dude and knew how to convey it. Thats my goal, plain and simple.
P.S. Obviously the first thing I did upon waking up outside my apartment was head back to the hotel to get my keys. I got back to the room at around 9:00am to see everyone still passed out in a flurry of bottles and cans from the night before while all clothes remained on. After seeing the dude who asked me for the pity lay passed out in a sleeping bag in between the TV and the sofa, I went straight to the bathroom and took one of the most satisfying shits of my life.
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