We All Play Games

For those of you who are wondering, this is game. Minecraft specifically.

This guy plays political games. It just so happens that he has to deal with Whitewalkers and dragons, but they are still games.


Or if you are one of the losers of this world (don't feel bad, I've been there) you've played this game.

Game is everything that human beings do. It's when you approach women. It's when your boss tells you to get it done. It's when you come home and blog about the crap you've done. Ultimately, it's you trying to fill your time with something meaningful to you.

So back to my first image. I was playing Minecraft the other night in an attempt to get work off my mind. Minecraft is a wonderful game. You get dumped in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the clothes on your back and an arm that can cut through anything given a few hours. The best part is that at night, all the monsters come out and eat you alive. Exploding penis monsters and everything. I don't personally like dying because of exploding penis's, so I decided to build a tower. A giant tower in the middle of freaking nowhere. Why? That's what a game is.

Games are you trying to master your environment. I built a tower (I literally couldn't build it any bigger). Other guys I know built a business where they teach you to sleep with beautiful women. The problem is that in order to build anything, you need materials. My materials happened to be Obsidian because exploding penis monsters can't blow up Obsidian. What did my friends use?

(Comfort - Break Rapport) + Qualification + Sexual Escalation

Those are their raw materials. Pure and simple, that is game with women. Everything else is just techniques to get these things done.

My first night spent with the guys at the house, my instructor's name was Cary. Great little Asian guy. You literally don't know he's hitting on you til your standing in his bedroom wondering how you got there. If you ever wondered, yes he has a mohawk. So how do you build comfort with a woman? Well, first you have to meet them. That's what Cary showed me.

This is called opening. There are 4 types of openers. Functional < Compliment < Observational < Introduction

Functional - when you need to ask where the bathroom is and you say something
Compliment - notice something nice and you say something
Observational - notice something interesting and you say something
Introduction - someone already knows you, says your name for you, and you say something

They occur in that order, because as you approach the top of that list, you find it harder to transition off the opener to something that will start to build comfort.

My first target with a decent opener was a woman standing in front of a bar on 4th street. It was a 3 set and I was freaking out. I literally walked right by them and Cary looked at me with amused knowledge. Basically I chickened out because I didn't know what to do. He didn't care. He threatened to send me into the same set over and over again until I got over this. I finally went over and spoke to one of the girls after the guy left.

"Hey, my friend and I are out running around, but I don't know any good places to go eat. Could you recommend something?" Functional

This chick then proceeds to go on for 10 minutes about the food in Austin. It turns out it was her passion. Painfully passionate I might add. Dear God, please shut up woman. I thought I was supposed to transition her onto another topic. Not necessarily.

The conversation ended after a few more minutes and I talked to the guy about his band. The first block of my impenetrable tower of game had just been laid.

I did several other sets that night. 18 was the final count. Mixed sets. Two sets. One set where I couldn't tell if the alpha of the group was male or female for the first 3 or 4 minutes (a guy it turns out.) I was so overwhelmed that first night. I couldn't think, let alone blog.

Then it was on to transitions.

Day by Day

I've had some time to think things through. The day by day hit and miss is a terrible way to go about this.

I could tell you about the first girl I approached when I walked into the coffee shop with Braeden.


Or the drunk girls Carey brought home.



Yes, that's a shake weight and yes we had a lot of fun forcing her to use it. Or I could tell you about the Israeli chick I met working at the mall.


Her name was Leerahn. Leerahn was hot and could hold her own in a conversation. She also did something weird to may arm with salt from the dead sea. It actually made it a different color. And no, I don't care to learn photo editing and probably never will.

I could tell you how annoyed Braeden was with all of my picture taking.


Or where the best place is in Austin to by a Hookah. It's over near Barton Springs mall BTW.


But the reality is that none of that matters. The things that mattered are what happened behind the scenes.

The first girl you saw above was to see how bad my approach anxiety was and how much I actually knew. Didn't do to terrible actually. It also wasn't that good as I found out that she lived with her programmer boyfriend and was an "aspiring" artist.

Or that the goal behind getting the girls home was to show me what girls are actually like when that little voice in their heads finally goes to sleep.

Or how my mission was to start a conversation with a girl who works at the mall and lead the conversation away from work and onto something fun. Not particularly difficult for a PUA, but a nightmare for most guys (if they could even get the courage to approach).

So what is important is what you can't actually see here. So I'll lay it all out for you.

(Comfort - Break Rapport) + Qualification + Sexual Escalation

That's how you get women into bed with you. You have probably done this to people without ever knowing it. Those people were also very likely into you. I'll elaborate tomorrow.

Game At It's Core

For those of you who hung in there, I needed a few days. There is no way to practice game at that pace and be able to blog at night. Suffice it to say, I've had a few days to think about things. I've read "The Game". I've been to Roissy's and Roosh's websites. I've been all over the manosphere to learn little thing about game.

This week has changed everything I've learned. Period.

This isn't something you can learn from the sidelines. It's not something that you can apply by simply reading an essay by an unknown blogger who tells you anecdotes. The only way to understand game is to see it work on a woman.

After a few days of digesting what I learned, I realize I have a long way to go. Probably a few months before I'm good enough to get laid at will. However, I have the road map laid out in front of me. It's not that hard actually. You get numb to the rejections. Women become just another pretty face on your path toward becoming a better person.

The hardest part for me is the reality that every guy won't be able to do this. They won't be able to find the strength to get off the couch or get away from World of Warcraft. They will continue to rot in a prison of self doubt. Eventually, they may find someone by accident or who just let her biological clock sneak up on her, but they will still be alone. That marriage will be fraught with difficulties because they don't realize what attracts women. And even if they do, they won't understand what it actually means. A lot of guys i've seen on the interwebs talk a good game in text. Good game isn't text, it's experience and failure. Kill the hordes of self doubt that your ego sends against you and climb up on top of the dead bodies. It's going to take a lot for some guys, and others will run instead of fighting. Not me, not anymore.

I'll tell you about the rest of the trip in the next couple of days.

The House

Alright, I am terribly behind on my blog and insanely ahead with my game. So for this post, I'm going to focus on the residence and put up some pictures. Suffice it to say, this has been an adventure.


Welcome to your gaming abode. It's a nice living complex located on 4th street, right in the middle of downtown called the Railyard.

One of the first things they recommend, is you providing some booze for the already large selection so that you have something you like as well. Other than wine, on few occasions, I don't drink, so it's not that big of a deal to me. I did throw in some Patrone for the ladies though.


Here is the living room and the balcony. It's very spartan in here, and that's all by design. The only places to sit are the beds.



Here's the kitchen. It's got everything you need to fix a decent meal if you're on a diet like me. Again, function is the design of this place.



And finally the bedroom. There are other rooms in the place, but for the most part you get the idea. Everything is laid out so that you get the girl back to the bedroom as quickly as possible. That's the place. I'll post more on some of my instructors tomorrow.

Need sleep - Day 2

I need sleep.........blog tomorrow. It's 4:00 am and I don't have it in me.

Day 1 - Part 1 - We're not in Kansas anymore

Guys, I feel like my brain has been flushed out through my feet. I forgot my cell phone cable at the hotel, but I will either pick it up, or replace it for tomorrow. Either way, I'll show you pictures of the place and what we are doing. For now though, I'll just introduce you to some of the concepts they are beating into me and tell you how the day went overall.

Fear not, Pictures ARE coming! The cable just so happens to be the charger as well, so without it, I'm SOL.

I arrived at the apartment around 2:00 pm. I was welcomed by Echrio (japanese guy from SoCal), Braeden, and Justin. Enchiro is the other student who is staying here with me. Justin and Braeden are two of the instructors. We spent the first hour to hour and a half covering what my experience is, what my goals are and whatnot. They put it all together for me in a nice packet and then promptly sent me on my first approach. It went badly. I don't even remember her name at this point, but I do have a picture of her that I'll get up before we start again at 2 tomorrow afternoon. Braeden said he had to watch me approach one girl before he could figure out where to go from there.

She turned out to be an "aspiring" artist who lived with her programmer boyfriend. That means she killing time until her biological clock starts ticking. Nice girl overall, scared the crap out of me though.

Braeden decided that my strongest game would be indirect game. The best way to describe this is you are talking to a girl and suddenly she finds herself in your room and trying to figure out how she landed here.

To get me going, we started discussing the different types of openers: Functional < Compliment < Observational. You'll notice those are in ascending order. That's because the better the opener you choose, the easier the transition will be into a regular conversation.

We received lots of other tips, like never breaking eye contact down. That implies inferior status on a subconscious level. Another is that you have only two boring questions to move into a fun topic before the conversation will start feeling weird. Various things like this came up all throughout the day.

One of the crazier thoughts came from Braeden while we were walking. Have you ever wondered why women find men who are experienced with women attractive? How do they know? What triggers them knowing this stuff? It's in your voice. Men who have experience with women have a density to their communication. They convey a lot in any given sentence. Guys who are like me don't. Women pick up on it almost immediately.

We headed over to the local mall and proceeded to eat pizza and talk about video games, but that didn't last more than 20 minutes. We were back up and opening "sets". I opened roughly 5 girls in the mall.

The first was in a clothing store (Lizzy). I asked her if she could recommend some accessories for my sister that I could give her when I got back. I explained my sister likes big airy dresses with bright colors (usually orange, green, or red). She was actually very helpful. Biggest mistake I made was not introducing Braeden to her when he walked up. Kind of awkward, but he had all the angles covered.

The next girl was in a perfume store (Tina). I don't know why she was sooooooooooooo into perfume, but I couldn't get her to shut up. She pointed out that a lot of guys make the mistake of putting on cologne early and then late in the evening still think they smell good. She recommended you spray some on yourself and put it under a blow dryer for a few minutes to smell what it will smell like later. I ejected with passion.

The next girl was in an accessories shop for women. I had already had some practice with this, so I used the same line from earlier. She (Camile) turned out to be a sales person for dillards and had just gotten off work. She was getting her degree in business and was hoping to make her way up the ladder at her store.

That's not even the best part, but it's my first couple of hours in the field, I'll tell you about the rest tomorrow before we go out for round two. It's 4 and I'm about to fall asleep typing.

The Eagle Has Landed....Or Taken Off

Just so everyone knows, this post is full of nothing but travel, but I told you that you would see everything I did. The trip has started and the camera is on.

Welcome to Jackson International Airport!!!

No, I'm not kidding. That's the whole thing. Behind me is an escalator leading up to this from the baggage claim. The one baggage claim. It's technically broken up into about 3 sections, but you can barely fit a bus full of people down there.


That's it, services about 4 planes at a time. Anyway, I jumped on that little commuter plane you guys are looking at and headed out. Here's a view from the inside.


You ever been scared for your life? Every ridden in a plane that you can hear the person talking to themselves in the bathroom? Welcome to my commute. I was sitting next to a guy who worked at a correctional facility (prison) in Las Vegas. He did not like having his picture taken by a complete stranger, so I don't have one to show you of him. That's probably for the best. Cool guy though. His cousin had just graduated and was getting into medical school. He was very proud of her.



This is me running with a camera in Dallas - Fort Worth Airport. I say running, because my little commuter plane took off 15 minutes late. Why? Good question. I don't have an answer for you, but it's a good question. God I must have looked like a tourist. Anyway, I had less than five minutes to make my other flight. I had all but abandoned my check in baggage at this point.


To cement my status as the ultimate white tourist with a southern accent in Dallas, I took several shot of how large this airport is from the tram. The prison guy from the other plane was still with me. He had already heard the spiel about the trip on the plane. The guy in front of me there asked me to stop taking pictures. He thought I was intentionally trying to be annoying. I very casually explained that I was heading to Austin to attend a private class on how to meet and pick up girls. About the time he was going to ask me all about it, I promptly ran off to try and make my flight. He actually said bye. Me and the correctional officer parted ways at this point as well. He was heading back home. We were both out of breath, but I think he understood that I was telling him to have a safe trip.



I have literally driven longer to work than it took to fly to Austin. That's ok, I met a few of the Longhorns baseball team on the flight. Nice guys I thought. After I actually got my bag (yes, they pulled it off somehow), I headed to the hotel, and here I am about to have a couple slices of this.
Definitely not primal. I definitely don't care at this point. It's late, and I need some food and some sleep. I move into the residence at 2:00 tomorrow. I'll take some pictures and post them for you guys as soon as I get in.

Finally!!!!!!

Today's the day. I'm leaving the house around 3:00 to head to the mall for a last second pickup of something I need, and then I'm out. Before that though, I'm going to the parents house for mothers day dinner. My plane leaves at 6:20, so that should give me plenty of time to get everything together.

I'll be posting periodically throughout the day and as I get the chance during the week. I'll try to include video's and pictures. If you guys want to see anything else, just let me know in the comments.

I move into the residence at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon. God I'm excited.

Holding Pattern

Just one more day until I leave.

I'm heading out tomorrow at 5:00 p.m. I'll keep you guys up to date on everything that goes down. Until then, it's just laundry and picking up some stuff for traveling. The adventure starts tomorrow afternoon. Be sure to tune in.

Testosterone Is Good

I have just finished my "On Ramp" with Crossfit. If you don't know what that is, they basically give you to an instructor for 6 sessions and show you all the moves: Snatches, Sumo Dead-lift high pulls, the most painful squats you've ever seen in your life, etc... It's been incredibly painful, but the difference it gives you in how you feel is insane.

I haven't been this pumped in a long time. Something about pushing yourself til you're lying in a pool of your own juices really gets the blood pumping. I feel more alert and generally like I could take on the world. God I love testosterone.

My aggression is up as well. Stuff just hasn't been phasing me like it normally does. Things happen, and I'm very relaxed about it. Normally when something goes wrong at work, everyone's first reaction is to run around like it's the end of the world. It's barely affecting me this week. I can see how working out can greatly increase your chances with women. Problems just seem smaller when your body chemistry is in full swing.



As an aside, I thought I'd show you what my trainer recommended for after workout recovery. I have never done any after workout supplements, but I have to tell you. I didn't have this the first two workouts, and the difference after the last four has been insane. I spend a couple of days being sore after the first two. I'm still tired, but It genuinely takes the edge off.



I started out doing this to help me get good with women, but the reality is that it's not really about them. Don't get me wrong, I still want women, but I like becoming a better person. I feel like I'm finally getting out of my rut.

Just 3 more days!

Back Up And Punt!

Alright, I personally believe that after a week and a half in the zone that I never want to go back. So I'm going Primal instead. This is a book by Mark Sisson which details how "primitive" man used to live and eat. It's an interesting take on evolution if you believe in that stuff, but the point isn't his beliefs. It's the logic behind weight loss.

Basically it all comes down to insulin.

His approach is a little more user friendly than that of the zone. In the zone, you have to measure your food to very particular proportions for every meal based on your size and gender. Then, you have to eat at regular intervals without skipping or going out of the proportions. I believe that some people have it in them to follow this method, but I don't.

Primal is much simpler. Keep the carbs below 100 grams a day and you loose weight. This prevents your body from producing too much insulin and you packing on pounds. I will probably add in a "refeeding" day once a week to keep my body guessing and the weight coming off.

3 lbs off, 22 to go!

It's On

Yep, I just got contacted today by my group over in Texas. I'm extremely excited. The above image is the first page of my logistics document. They literally have thought of everything. They provide a private residence, full kitchen, shopping in the immediate area, and less than two blocks walk to the best night life in town. That's quite a setup! They have put together the Rolls Royce of Pick Up instruction here.

Suffice it to say, I'm fairly impressed. I have a contact guy who goes by the name "The Braeden". That should give you an idea of how different the world these guys live in is compared to the average guys. I'm flying out on Sunday. I'll keep everyone up to date on what's coming. Pictures will be included throughout the week. I'll start Sunday morning and continue throughout the week. See you then.

Oh Snap or Oh Crap

I really don't know what to say about this!
In Mala Fide has actually decided to link me on their site. That's cool. A lot of people have come over to see what I wrote.

What article did they read? The one where I was coming off an all night caffeine binge to stay awake for a deadline at work. I wrote this in the middle of my second night awake without any sleep. It's like one of those dreams where you're making a speech and then you realize your standing in front of everyone naked.

Freaking Out

Yep, I'm freaking out. I officially have one week until my trip. Here is a copy of my plane flight time heading to Austin.



The hilarious part is that I am leaving on Mother's Day. I honestly had no clue about this when I set the date for the trip. I do find it rather serendipitous that I will be leaving on Mother's Day for the express purpose of abandoning all the teaching I have ever received about women.

Either way, I have no clue what is about to happen here. In two weeks from this day, I will be good with women. Not just ok, or decent, but genuinely capable and confident. Yeah, that thought is awesome and scary. I feel like I'm getting on a roller coaster for the first time! And the worst part of a roller coaster is the wait.

My Mission

The dark side is calling me.

I am now just two weeks from my class. Three weeks from today, I will not just be decent with women, but genuinely skilled. I have to stay focused.

The reason I want to learn game isn't because of some out of control libido. I'm not even in it for the sex. Women have always been a mystery to me. They genuinely bother me when I get near them. It's stupid. It's moronic. It's completely irrational. It's also not going away on it's own.

That's why I'm doing this. I want to look at women and genuinely not be impressed. I want to know that getting another beautiful woman is not going to be a challenge. That I could have my pick whenever I want it. But why would I want that?

I don't want it for me. I want other men to see it. For them to look at me and wonder how I do it. To have them ask me how is that even possible. To teach them the same things I learned. For them to become the exact same. That is a scary group of men. Men who are not distracted by women. Men who barely notice women until they are called upon. Men who live for their mission alone. To mold them into something that is positive again. To give them the tools to overcome this rotting edifice that they are trapped inside of.

Imagine a world where world of warcraft is played only by girls who have let their physical appearance go so badly that they can't even get dates anymore. Imagine all the guys who used to play are now wide awake and moving with purpose again. That world would be freaking awesome. Probably a little scary for all the women folk out there who like us nice and placid. Not to me.

That's why I can't falter. I can't slip off into just looking for my own pleasure. Too many men are depending on me. All the sex in the world isn't worth giving up on this dream. There's too much at stake.

That's my purpose. I'm Morpheus and I'm on a mission to find the One. I'm not the one to teach all these men, I know that. But there is a guy out there, somewhere, who is going to turn this world on it's head, and I CAN teach him.

Even Morpheus started somewhere. Everyone falls the first time. I can't afford to fall.

Food Is Good

You ever heard of the Zone Diet? Yeah, me too. I ignored it completely up until this point in my life because I believed that food was inherently good for you. Turns out, I was only partially right. Food is good for you, but only so much of it and in certain amounts.

That lesson sucks. I really like food. I mean I REALLY like food. I have a love hate relationship with it. I love it and it hates on me immediately afterward. I'm thinking of redefining the terms of this relationship. Kind of like what I'm doing with women. From now on, this relationship works on my terms. Food is going to have to prove itself to me. I'm not settling for just anything anymore.

It seems constant vigilance will be my new motto in life. It's kind of interesting how everything starts falling into focus once you have a direction. You start to re-evaluate all the small stuff that never bothered you before. 25 lbs. It's completely doable. At least the snacks taste kind of like chocolate!

Covering All The Angles

I ran into an interesting post by sofia the other day.

Professors and their groupies

The topic of the post was kind of a miss for me, but one part was very revealing.

"(Note that my biggest unrealized fantasy has always been to have an older, professorly type take advantage of me during office hours. Rather, ravish me. Replete with sloppily pushing my skirt up, and tearing my pantyhose as he haphazardly takes it off. Mmm, handling me in that particularly male style, running his fingers through my hair, pulling my neck to his mouth so he can taste my skin whilst savagely rubbing his hard on against me. Grabbing my tits, pulling my bra aside, sucking on my tits as he lets his finger wander inside my now soaked pussy. I’m moaning now, helpless to his desire. I want to lick his fingers. I want to submit entirely to him. OOOooooh, I’m too distracted now.)"

I know, she has a way with words. Kind of makes you wish you had your hands all over her, or other places. Suffice it to say, I am continually amazed with women on the internet. They are so candid, whereas the contrast to real life conversations is so reserved by comparison. But, the reality is that women like sex, they just don't like initiating it. I'm fairly certain this is biological. It's not going to change. That means one thing for me.

I have to get comfortable with initiating sex!

I know, big shocker for most of you. However, I grew up in church. We are told that a mans desires are essentially bad from a VERY young age (birth)! I'm checking that crap at the door as of this moment. After reading Sofia's very erotic statement above, it's clear women like sex. They just like it from certain people with certain prerequesits. That just means that I have to become that person and provide those conditions.

Easily said, not so easily done....................yet.

Aroma Therapy

Apparently smell is important to chicks. It's not to me, so I can see where the disconnect is in my brain.

In response to this, I have purchased aveda to remove my position of anathema from women's minds.

Responses have been quite positive since it's introduction. Multiple women have all commented on how good I smell. One actually looked at me and asked "you using soap now?" I decided to try an Agree and Amplify in response. "No, I had my harem girl try something different. I guess it wore off on me!" That had an even better response!

Getting in shape

Alright, now it's down to the nitty gritty! I'm overweight. Period. A solid 20-25 lbs heavier than I should be. Not impossible to get off, but it's definitely going to be a challenge. I was recently over in CA with a buddy of mine named Victor. He took me to the craziest gym I've ever been to.

Crossfit

I threw up 3 times. Granted I took it a little too hard, but that was my fault. So now I'm back home, and I found one not far from where I work.

Exactly the kind of place that Apollo Creed would call home. Is that rocky music playing in the background?

Suffice it to say, these people are crazy. My trainer actually said they were kind of a cult.








That's ok, I'll drink that Kool Aid!

Addtional information

In my last post I put up information about a video I had seen over at Roissy's. I decided to go back and find it for you.

Here you go!

This is just so you guys know that I'm not making it up.

The board is set...... the pieces are moving.

Now that you have an idea of who I am and what I'm about, It's time to let you in on the time table and the nitty-gritty details.

I stumbled across a website that a few of you may know about.

Roissy

I've been reading it for about the last year and a half. Never done anything about it! Honestly thought it was crap when I first got there, but that guy has a way of writing that just pulls you in.

He made a recommendation for one group in particular that stood out to me. PUATraining.com. I watched a video of a guy getting a make out session with a girl he just met on the street, in the middle of the day, inside of 10 minutes.

........... I signed up.

My class is on May 9th 2011 and goes for the entire week. That gives me one month to prepare. Needless to say, I'm borderline freaking out over here! I'll let you know about all my preparations for the class along the way.

Introductions

You guys don't know me. I'm no one of any importance at all. You probably wouldn't look twice if I walked by you. That also happens to be the problem.

I am a normal 28 year old guy. I have a career as a computer programmer. I'm considered extremely nice by just about everyone. I pay my taxes. I buckle my seat belt. I help my land lady take out her garbage. And I'm tired of it all.

I grew up in church in the south. I have been raised by women to be the ultimate knight in shining armor. I'm a nice guy extraordinaire. Crap, I've even had a few girlfriends in spite of myself. Nearly been married once (poor girl).

The last five years of my life have been a failure to launch of grand proportions. I wake up, go to work, play around on the internet, write code, talk to co-workers, come home, walk the dog, and play World of Warcraft. That's right, I'm one of those. We live all around you. Chances are good you've spoken to one of us in the last two days. Chances are also good you forgot about it 20 seconds after it happened. Probably 5, but I like to be safe.

................................All that is about to change!!!

As of last night, I signed up for a residential class at PUATraining.com. It's time to launch and I jumping off the cliff. No putting my foot in to test the water. No slowly getting used to the cold. The first time I realize how frigid this adventure is going to be is when my feet are firmly on the bottom and I'm pushing off to get my first taste of air in the real world.

If you've ever wanted a play by play, wondered if Game was real or not, or just like to laugh at people who are genuinely retarded, then welcome, this is just for you.

I will spend 7 days living in the home of Adam Lyons. Learning from his team of crack PUA's on everything it takes to make women swoon. And swoon they will, so help me God!