I'm gonna bump this thread.
I don't know what it was, maybe a "straw that broke the camel's back" type thing. The lifestyle vs. game thing just got thrown in my face really hard lately, and yesterday it came to some sort of apex.
I'm at work, and I take the elevator up to the rooftop with this girl that has a near perfect face. Body is a little heavy, maybe 15 lb, but she's gorgeous. Would pound her for days, we smile at each other.
See her again at the rooftop and start chatting her up, she's being polite but I can tell she's not super interested. Not getting any serious IOIs, just pleasant, polite conversation. She's sitting at a cocktail table waiting for a friend. Well, her friend shows up and I watch everything. Here goes:
This guy is dressed like a trust fund baby, not sure how to describe but there's a style in L.A. now, kinda like "rich kid yacht club" look, polo shorts and shirt, bright colors, loafers. He might as well been wearing a sweater tied over his neck
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He's holding a shopping bag. His voice is weak and he pays her little attention.
She, on the other hand, lights up. She looks like a little girl in a candy store, immediately rests her chin on her palm and gazes at this guy like he's the biggest stud in the universe. Her body language is ridiculous. Pretty sure she would have boned him right then and there.
He's totally aloof, answering all her rapid fire questions, I mean, she reminded me of an overexcited guy that has no game, and this guy was just treating her like wallpaper. He was even a little effeminate. But in listening to his quiet, reserved responses, he revealed shit like how he got back from his boat that's parked in the Mediterannean, hopped over to London, yadda yadda yadda.
But make no mistake, this kid had no game. I promise you that. I've seen rich cats with game. This kid was born into it and was used to a lifetime of women offering themselves at him because of his lifestyle.
Conclusion? I'll never argue the merits of game. It's gotten me more and better quality lays than I'd imagined previously. But for this next level shit? It's all about lifestyle. I can chat up 8s and 9s for days, I can play the mind games, getting them to talk about fantasies, make them feel good, hell, even buy a nice bottle of sparkling to share with them, venue change, dates, I can BUST MY ASS to bang the occasional 8 or 9. But this guy? He doesn't even give a FUCK, and these girls probably THROW themselves at him.
I want that. My new goal before the end of the year is to start clearing 6 figures and start making some lifestyle changes. I don't know that I'll ever have a boat parked in the Mediterannean, but goddamn I gotta start climbing that ladder, and fast. Game has taken me to an intermediate level, the only way I think I could get drastically better is if I quit my job. Or I can take the game knowledge I have and start working on the lifestyle, so I'm choosing that.