Being intimidated is normal. That shit's to be expected, even as a vet. At this point in my career, i've banged a lot of bitches that dudes wish was in their stable - but every once in a while, I'll run across some top flight shit that got me stammering for an opening.
That being said, rather than bring that bitch down and think of her as a 5 - you need to bring yourself up. She might be a 9.5, but to her, you're an 11.
If a top shelf bitch is giving YOU attention, it's clear that you're a top shelf dude.
Think about what girls look for
- more social
- cooler
- taller
- stronger
- richer
- smarter
- funnier
Whatever bitch you sink your dick into, not only is she beneath you objectively, but she thinks so as well. She thinks she CAME UP. Like haha, "this dumb mf'er is about to make me cum, even though he could have someone better than me."
Lotta cats think their competition is with other guys. Naw B.
Your competition is primarily internal. Your unconscious mind is not giving you permission to do the shit that you want to.
With respect to her, most fine ass bitches can have whatever objective thing you can think of.
She want's a tall guy, she can have a tall guy.
She want's rich, she can have rich.
She want's a guy with a porno size dick, he's already in her speed dial.
She want's a pretty boy, they don't stop talking to her.
In 2015, even fat bitches can get that. FAT BITCHES! Think about that my G. A chick that's been dogged her whole life can take a pic showing off them carb loaded titties and suddenly all manner of guys want to take her out, show her the town. Even ugly bitches are getting picky.
With all that choice, all those options, even the best of the best becomes banal and boring to a top flight chick. She hears so much noise, she longs to hear signal.
So if a fine ass bitch gives you the time of day, SHE'S THE LUCKY ONE.
She finally found a dude that can excite her in ways that she can't articulate.
Trying to talk a bitch down in your mind, that's Game 101. That's for dudes that have been shit on their entire lives. They have to "demonstrate high value". A dude ain't doing that shit for her benefit, he does it for himself.
It's important to go through Game 101, a seduction bootcamp. Stressing about what you're gonna wear, when and how often to text, whether she wants to add you as a Facebook friend. 101 is some of the best time of your game career. Shit is new and sweet. Might be frustrating, but you get that first # from a cold approach, that first make out on the dance floor, that first hand job in the parking lot, your first one night stand - it's nothing but bliss.
All these games, routines, working out, gear - it has some external value - it does work - but the real value is what it does to you and your mind.
You buy that 1,000 suit, fits nice, in style, good color - that shit makes you feel like a million bucks. Some floozy touches your cashmere/silk blend, and you're like "bitch get up off me"
I am somebody.
I am worth something.
That sniveling bastard that spent his Friday nights online or lamenting with friends...He's stepped to the side.
Once you're in this game for real - you start to see how
- self conscious these bitches are
- their facades
and you'll also realize your own worth.
If there's ever a game secret... it is that one.
I might not be "fat" but I got a gut for a relatively skinny dude. Hell sometimes a broad won't see my shine cause I'm not polished all the time.
I know I can talk to a bitch and take her on a mental trip that no dude has ever taken her on. The bitch that gets to chat with me is lucky as shit. No one else is going to talk to her and expand her mind like I will. No one makes her feel smart, dumb, sexy, ugly, happy, sad like I will.
This is not some magical shit I refer to either. This ain't Michael Jordan/Warren Buffet shit - it's accessible shit, it's a mindset, it's a willingness to take YOURSELF seriously.
Suddenly having the perfect comeback to "Where are your friends" "Aren't you a little old" "Is that you're pick up line" - becomes stupid and pointless.
You start to see her antics for what they are.
She's afraid.
And you are not.
WIA
That being said, rather than bring that bitch down and think of her as a 5 - you need to bring yourself up. She might be a 9.5, but to her, you're an 11.
If a top shelf bitch is giving YOU attention, it's clear that you're a top shelf dude.
Think about what girls look for
- more social
- cooler
- taller
- stronger
- richer
- smarter
- funnier
Whatever bitch you sink your dick into, not only is she beneath you objectively, but she thinks so as well. She thinks she CAME UP. Like haha, "this dumb mf'er is about to make me cum, even though he could have someone better than me."
Lotta cats think their competition is with other guys. Naw B.
Your competition is primarily internal. Your unconscious mind is not giving you permission to do the shit that you want to.
With respect to her, most fine ass bitches can have whatever objective thing you can think of.
She want's a tall guy, she can have a tall guy.
She want's rich, she can have rich.
She want's a guy with a porno size dick, he's already in her speed dial.
She want's a pretty boy, they don't stop talking to her.
In 2015, even fat bitches can get that. FAT BITCHES! Think about that my G. A chick that's been dogged her whole life can take a pic showing off them carb loaded titties and suddenly all manner of guys want to take her out, show her the town. Even ugly bitches are getting picky.
With all that choice, all those options, even the best of the best becomes banal and boring to a top flight chick. She hears so much noise, she longs to hear signal.
So if a fine ass bitch gives you the time of day, SHE'S THE LUCKY ONE.
She finally found a dude that can excite her in ways that she can't articulate.
Trying to talk a bitch down in your mind, that's Game 101. That's for dudes that have been shit on their entire lives. They have to "demonstrate high value". A dude ain't doing that shit for her benefit, he does it for himself.
It's important to go through Game 101, a seduction bootcamp. Stressing about what you're gonna wear, when and how often to text, whether she wants to add you as a Facebook friend. 101 is some of the best time of your game career. Shit is new and sweet. Might be frustrating, but you get that first # from a cold approach, that first make out on the dance floor, that first hand job in the parking lot, your first one night stand - it's nothing but bliss.
All these games, routines, working out, gear - it has some external value - it does work - but the real value is what it does to you and your mind.
You buy that 1,000 suit, fits nice, in style, good color - that shit makes you feel like a million bucks. Some floozy touches your cashmere/silk blend, and you're like "bitch get up off me"
I am somebody.
I am worth something.
That sniveling bastard that spent his Friday nights online or lamenting with friends...He's stepped to the side.
Once you're in this game for real - you start to see how
- self conscious these bitches are
- their facades
and you'll also realize your own worth.
If there's ever a game secret... it is that one.
I might not be "fat" but I got a gut for a relatively skinny dude. Hell sometimes a broad won't see my shine cause I'm not polished all the time.
I know I can talk to a bitch and take her on a mental trip that no dude has ever taken her on. The bitch that gets to chat with me is lucky as shit. No one else is going to talk to her and expand her mind like I will. No one makes her feel smart, dumb, sexy, ugly, happy, sad like I will.
This is not some magical shit I refer to either. This ain't Michael Jordan/Warren Buffet shit - it's accessible shit, it's a mindset, it's a willingness to take YOURSELF seriously.
Suddenly having the perfect comeback to "Where are your friends" "Aren't you a little old" "Is that you're pick up line" - becomes stupid and pointless.
You start to see her antics for what they are.
She's afraid.
And you are not.
WIA