| In fact, they aren't gamers at all. They are my friends and they actually consider themselves pretty successful gamers and so it was that I was taken under their wings and brought up in their style of "game" which was as simple as this: get buzzed, go to club, wander the dance floor grinding up on anything available till one bites, then work it from there. To them, it's a numbers game plane and simple.
Both my teachers had gotten plenty of play this way, but one was consistently pulling sub-6's and the other was pulling some quality HB's (he's pretty good looking) but with no real consistency. And so I began going out and pulling women of variable HB levels, getting numbers with 80% flake rates, with no consistency to number or K-closes.
Then came one random night as I walked home with a sub-6 as she rubbed my cock through my pants in the middle of the street ready for an f-close. We got to my apartment and, I'm being completely honest, as soon as I pulled her jeans off I got a knock on my door. My "teacher" had come with this girls friends, who gave me a load of shit for "taking advantage of her drunk friend, bla bla bla." And they left (shows you how much thought my teacher puts into this, by the way).
I realized only moments later that it was a blessing and that I had been misguided. Here was my teacher, my mentor, and he is basically someone that would fuck anything that moves. I HAD BECOME JUST LIKE HIM! It only makes sense that if I follow his advice I will end up in his same position.
I don't want to rely on luck to get me HB's anymore. I want to say "Luck? I don't need luck" and say it with conviction. I have a recovering AFC friend and we are both starting out this journey together. Expect contributions from me in the future, as when I get serious about something, I really get serious.
PS- I'm a 27 yo medical student from Sacramento, just read MM and watched some Youtube stuff and am compiling some of my favorite openers/routines/etc to keep in my mental pocket. Wish me luck! _________________ "The four most overrated things in life are champagne, lobster, anal sex, and picnics."
-Christopher Hitchens
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