I’m no biologist like Tom Torero or Richard Dawkins, but the more time I spend with women, the more I learn about our built-in impulses and desires.
When I was young and had never even kissed a girl properly, my mind was full of the ideas that the media and our education system had put there. I thought you had to be respectful and subservient to a girl. You had to spend your money taking her to the cinema or buying her meals, flowers and gifts before you could be her boyfriend. And then after a few weeks or months of being her boyfriend, you might be able to suck her tits.
All the time that my mind was forcing me into this little cage, my body and my nerves felt like they were being pushed to the breaking point with an uncontrollable energy and desire to fuck every half-attractive girl I saw. Some of the younger teachers at my school were objects of desire. I’d imagine my English teacher naked or wearing the skimpiest translucent underwear whilst I was reading Shakespeare to her. Back then I thought my lust was invisible but thinking back now, it must have been palpable and openly self-evident. I have no idea how she was able to withstand it.
In an act of outrageous courage, fuelled by an desperate desire to be free of my seemingly unquenchable virginous lust, I went up to the most attractive girl in my college year and asked her straight out if she wanted to “go out” with me. She had long dark hair, bright green eyes and that perfect combination of a slim body and disproportionately large, round breasts.
Her answer was a flat-out “No”.
I had built up so much importance in this one event that the weekend after, whilst walking home after a drink-fuelled night, I broke down in tears, filled with thoughts of self-worthlessness and suicide. This is the only time in my life I have ever thought of killing myself. How cruel our teenage desires are!
Learning Game Teaches You Who You Are
We are given such an uncontrollable drive to fuck as many hot women as we can, but our minds are caged into thinking that we have to follow a torturous and virtually impossible route to fulfill our appetite.
This is not true.
You just have to flush out all of the nonsense that has been put in there to control you and act upon your desire. I’m not saying to go out on the street, grab a girl and fuck her there and then, because I’m sure there are some idiots out there who might take everything I say literally. No, you play the game but you play it by your rules, not theirs.
I’m sure that Game has existed forever. Everyone has heard about Don Juan and his life of seduction. I’m sure there have been others throughout history. But these guys either spent years on their own honing their skills, or they had a mentor to teach them the conquest of women. This is how it has been for centuries.
Until the advent of the Internet.
Now, your mentor can write an article or film a video and teach not one, but many students in one go with the same amount of effort. The number of accomplished seducers practicing in this generation dwarves that of any time past. The pooling of knowledge means that the lay count of any advanced seducer nowadays will undoubtedly have far surpassed that even of Don Juan himself.
Knowledge Through Experience
So, what has changed for me in the interval since I was that horny teenager doing his first approach on a girl in college and the man I am now?
Well learning Game has given me a skill-set which has enabled me to meet a lot of girls. In doing so, my mental image of what a girl thinks and feels has changed dramatically. I don’t put every chick on a pedestal anymore. I now know that women want to be fucked as much, if not more than guys do. They’re just better at hiding it. But on top of my new-found understanding of women, I have a greater understanding of myself.
As an English guy you are taught to be polite and show respect at all times. It is severely frowned upon to behave otherwise. Other cultures have it worse. I can name a big bunch of Asian countries where it is common for guys to be virgins until well into their mid to late twenties and live their entire lives as provider chumps. It is hard to change your mindset and can it take many years, especially if you don’t start dating a lot of girls until late on in life.
I didn’t get good enough at Game to be able to date two or more different girls per week until I was 37 years old. If I’d started when I was 18, who knows where I would be now? But gradually, my English politeness has been been stripped away. Instead of going to the counter of a sandwich bar and saying:
“Can I have a cheese and tomato sandwich with a packet of crisps please?”
I now say:
“I’ll have a cheese and tomato sandwich. Give me a packet of crisps too.”
When I’m with a girl, instead of getting up and pouring myself a glass of water, and kindly asking her if she wants one too, I’ll say:
“Get me a glass of water.”
When I talk and think like this, I feel like I am connecting with something in myself that feels true. I just feel that I am closer to what it means to be me. I believe that I am unmasking my real self.
Just imagine that the way you are supposed to feel and act as a man is a box that is given to you at birth. Let’s call this your genetic predisposition. Inside the box is peace of mind, self-confidence, contentment and righteousness. Between birth and your first knowledge of Game, layers and layers of thick paper are wrapped around your box. You can no longer open it and you have no idea what is inside.
Behaving and talking like I showed you above feels like unwrapping the box and opening it.
For my first few girlfriends, when I was still a chump, I would rarely initiate sex. I would have to receive overt signals from her that she was in the mood. I had no clue how to make a girl horny. I would never just grab a girl that I was seeing and act out my desires on her.
After learning Game and fucking a lot of women on a non-monogamous basis I have unwrapped the box of my masculinity and desire. I don’t just do standard Missionary style for a start.
If I want a girl in another position, I don’t ask her nicely. I grab her legs or her waist and twist her around until she’s where I want her. I don’t just give her nice kisses while fucking her, I grab her hair and put my hand over her mouth and tell her to “Shut the fuck up”. I talk dirty to her and tell her what I’m going to do to her. I tell her that her pussy belongs to me. I make her ask for permission to suck my cock. When I act this way, I can tell that she loves it. Whether she’s a European chick or an Asian chick. Whether she’s an extroverted or introverted chick.
Because of her own genetic predisposition.
Even if she has been brought up to believe that the feminist imperative is all-important or that men have to be subservient chumps, there is a part of her that knows the truth and is uncomfortable with what she has been taught to be right. When you treat her like you really want to, she can feel it deep inside. She can get a glimpse of what’s inside her own box. And she wants more.
I can look into the box now and see myself reflected.