This blog may look dead but it’s not.

I think about it all the time. I have ideas on posts to write all the time.

So why no new content for months?

Because I found out that the only way to achieve anything is to focus on it 100%.

So, I’ve cut everything out of my life that isn’t related to my primary income source (my slave job) or my business.

I’m sure I explained a few months ago that my business will eventually make enough income for me to cut that out too, and that is the goal.

The more focussed I am on my business, the quicker that time will come.

Thanks to Krauser for reminding me to write: http://krauserpua.com/2016/01/04/the-players-journey-blog/

My goal is to achieve financial freedom by mid-July, so assuming I do so, you can expect regular posts from then onwards.

For now, I intend to write short ones like this. This post took ten minutes. My previous posts took up to four hours.

Back to my focus.

I discovered the secret of success.

Do you want to know what one thing successful people do that unsuccessful people don’t do?

They make themselves do the things they know they should do but don’t want to do.

Well, it finally happened.

When I posted this in January, I knew it would happen at some point, but I didn’t know when. In the end it was her that called it off, but as usual with these things, the timing wasn’t so great.

I met her in November 2013, whilst sarging in Covent Garden with a friend of mine. I was working on building a rotation at the time and that month I was on top of my form. I’d banged four girls during the same four week period and she was the last in that run.

In fact, I didn’t expect to see her again as she was only visiting London for the weekend because she was studying at a University hundreds of miles northwards, in Lancaster. After number closing her that Saturday, I almost didn’t even meet with her because I took more than ten girls numbers that day and was getting good responses from my initial pings. I only sent her a text her on the Sunday morning because one of the three girls I had stacked dates for that day flaked on me. Good job she did as well, as we liked each other so much that I spent the next twenty months with her and was monogamous with her for twelve of those.

That Sunday, I was running pretty much textbook game. I met her at a flower market in Hoxton, gave a valid time constraint (due to having two other dates later that day) and had coffee with her in an awful cafe there. I walked her around Haggerston Park and the little Farm Zoo they have there and then kissed her in another park after grabbing some fruit from a supermarket. I distinctly remember asking her if I tasted of apple after playing tongue twister with her.

Anyway, I didn’t expect anything to come of it as I had the other two dates to go to and they looked much more promising. After all, I was expecting this girl to be leaving London in the next few hours and really, I was just using her to have a little fun and spend some of my time before my other dates. So it was to my surprise that I got a text message from her later that evening asking if I was free.

I knew exactly what that meant, so I told her that I was tired from a busy day and that she should come to the tube station nearest to me so I could show her my flat. Any fool knows what that means. Also, at the time I was living opposite Tooting Broadway station, near the far southern end of the Northern Line (my logistics were shit at that point) and it must have been at least 15 stops, or 45 minutes on the Tube from where she was. As it was late evening, that meant that she was at serious risk of missing the last train back to her hotel if she came to visit me, but she came anyway.

We both knew what was going to happen, but I seduced her anyway, as that’s what a girl wants. To be seduced skillfully. And she liked it enough that she surprised me again, by asking to come back down to see me a couple of weeks later. And she came down every two or three weeks for the next twenty months, except when she went back home to China during the holidays.

I’d always wanted to visit China, ever since my Dad brought home videos of Bruce Lee films when was a kid. It was one of the reasons I chose to practice Kung Fu as my first martial art, despite The Karate Kid being one of my favourite films of all time. When I started to learn Daygame in Nottingham in 2011, there had been an influx of Chinese students, so during term-time there were a lot of them around. I quickly realised how much I love Asian women and I fucked more than a dozen of these Chinese sweethearts before I left Nottingham to move to London.

So this year I decided that it was time to stop making excuses and actually visit China. I decided to go to Shanghai and Beijing, those being the largest cities in the country.

As my woman was back home for the summer holidays, I also invited her to come and spend my holiday with me. She knows both cities well and I thought she would make a great tour-guide; one thing that I’ve learned women love to do. She’s a great girl and right up to the day before I got on the plane to China, she was sending me provocative semi-naked pictures to remind me of her (this is something I recommend you get your women to do – they love showing you how sexy they are and it makes them like you more). So I was surprised when after she met me at the airport, she was a little cold. Not very communicative during the journey to the hostel that I’m staying in.

When we eventually got to the private room with the double bed that we were supposed to be sharing, she said “I have something to tell you” and I knew exactly what was coming.

So, after she explained her reasoning for the break-up, I gave her a hug and said goodbye forever. She’s quit her degree course in the UK. I’m not as bothered as I might have been though. I’ve had less important relationships in the past that took me more than a year to get over, but not anymore. Sure, I feel a little sad now and then when I think about her, how can I not? I’m not made of stone. But I’m experienced enough now to know that relationships end. Whether you know the person for a couple of days, a couple of years or a couple of decades.

One of the sayings attributed to the Historical Buddha is “Everything that arises, also passes away”. When you keep that in mind, it’s hard to be sad at the end of a relationship.

The way I like to think of it, and the way that I explain it to all of the girls I date is that I think of relationships as ships or boats. For a while, two ships will sail side-by-side following the same course, but they eventually separate to reach their destinations. That’s the way I like to think about it.

There are other positives of course; it also marks my return to regular sarging, which I will go into in my next post.