Confessions of a Narcissistic Player (And Why Game is Everything)
My life is becoming an endless stream of used condoms and empty sex.
First date after first date. They’re all kind of the same.
Drinks, appetizers, bounce to a few different bars, head back to either my place or hers.
Sex? Probably. Hook up? Unquestionably. Boyfriend? Doesn’t matter.
I’m a sick fuck.
I don’t care anymore. I can easily recognize the girls I’m immediately interested in, and the rest, I don’t care about. Even if they’re practically begging me to go home with them, I’m going to deny those girls. I’m all set with collecting notches in my belt.
Unless I’m kind of drunk and it’s after 1:30am. Then all bets are off.
Empty sex is bullshit. There is no immersion. I’m not into it and they can tell. They’re better off keeping their legs closed and opening them later for a dude who actually cares.
Because that’s not me.
Sometimes I wonder how much looks have to do with all of this. I always kind of thought I was an average looking dude, but it seems like I get more and more compliments about my physical traits every time I go out.
Maybe it has to do with the confidence, or it really comes down to the hairstyle, clothing choice, and all that jazz. Or maybe I’m just naturally becoming a sexy motherfucker.
But just because a girl finds you physically attractive by no means does it make it a done deal.
Just some random thoughts.
I handle rejection almost too well. Whether I have a date with a girl and I’m into her and she shuts me down, or I just approached her at the bar, rejection doesn’t faze me. Like it almost doesn’t even register in my mind. Straight up robot shit. R2D2ing bitches on the reg.
It’s kind of scary how quickly I can forget a girl.
I shut off completely. Not even a second thought. I don’t dwell on it at all. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so numb to things like this.
But at least I’m not a whiny bitch about it. I don’t text her randomly saying how much I miss her after it’s clearly over.
I’m leaning towards considering the possibility of a relationship. That, in itself, is a fucking absurd statement. I’m considering considering it. I’ve been so against a relationship for so long that it’s hard to even fathom.
And even if I did get in one, I feel like it’d have a hint of dishonesty. It probably wouldn’t be a long-term thing. It’d be more of a chance to give me a breather from the game and clear my head. Not really fair to the girl, whoever it may be. But things change, and nobody really knows what the future holds.
Sometimes you start living so fast that you lose yourself.
Yesterday’s girl is a distant memory. Hell, tonight’s girl is a distant memory. Random makeouts with girls that don’t matter. Bathroom sex. Carpet sex. Hotel sex. Bathtub sex. You lose yourself in it all.
I don’t know where I’m going. I really have no fucking idea what I want .
And it’s crazy that guys who are much more professionally successful than me have no idea how this works. They don’t know the first thing about the game. They can barely fathom the idea of approaching a woman.
In the end, the game doesn’t really mean anything. But you need to know the game to discover that truth, or you’ll never truly understand.
These smart professional dudes can’t hold an interesting conversation to save their lives. And leading a girl? Forget it. It’s pathetic. Not really their fault, they are victims of social conditioning. I’m hoping to snap some people out of it.
The thing about the game is that it opens up so many experiences. It paves new roads on previously uncharted territory. I can almost trace back through the adventures and it’s crazy how so many random, seemingly small moments worked perfectly to put me in the position I’m in now.
Another thing about the game is that it messes with you. Why do you want this girl tonight? Because you find her attractive? You’re drunk? You want the validation? Sometimes I question my motives.
And I’m kind of an asshole, albeit an unintentional one.
I’ll go on a date with a cool girl and have a ton of fun. Everything seems to go well, and the girl has a great time too.
But the thing is, I’m pretty good at first dates. And by that, I mean I’ll figure out how to make it a good time, even if there’s not a ton of chemistry (except for a few disastrous first dates- sorry girls).
But just because I had fun on the date doesn’t mean I’m necessarily THAT into a girl. I’ll resign to hit her up at some point, but she’s not at the front of my mind. The result? She gets lost in the shuffle and I forget about her forever.
Kind of a dick move, and the girls are probably confused. But if I’m willing to leave them on the backburner, It’s probably for the best anyway.
And then there are the girls that you never forget.
These girls are few and far between. You’d be lucky to meet 5 to 10 of these girls in your whole lifetime. They’re special. And the game makes you appreciate these girls because you know just how rare they are. I’ve met a few of these girls and they were all amazing.
For one reason or another it may have not worked out, but I still keep in contact with a few of them. But not in the hang-on-and-wait-until-the-time-is-right-and-we-can-work-it-out kind of way like most of these pathetic pussywhipped ‘men’ do.
Once it’s over, I pretty much never go back, but I make it a point to let a girl know when she’s touched me on a deeper level, and that she’s different. Not because it’ll help me get back in their pants, but because I really think they should know. Like hey, I’m a better person because I met you. And somehow it doesn’t come off cheesy when I do it.
If, at any point, you consider a certain girl as a second option, that girl can never be moved to the first option. She can never be your primary girl. Why? Because you’ll be settling, and you’ll know it.
There’s nothing special about me. I can really boil down my success with women to a few key things:
1. I’m unapologetically straightforward.
I don’t beat around the bush. I charge right through the bush and get tree branch scratches and shit. So many band-aids. Plowing through spider webs and shuffling leaves like a fucking lumberjack. Timber, bitches. Tarzan swag.
2. I don’t do awkward shit.
AKA I don’t text or Facebook message a girl ten times in a row with no answer. Girls can tell that I’m very indifferent. There’s almost nothing they can do to get me hung up. No sex on the first date? Cool with me, I could care less. Busy this week? Maybe we’ll hang next week. This takes pressure off of them and they can be more comfortable knowing that I’m not a weirdo. I kind of just don’t care.
3. I’m ridiculous.
I crack jokes for my own self-amusement and I really don’t care if the girl gets the joke. I just say things that I think are funny. Sometimes the girl has a confused look on her face afterwards. All the better.
But everything is game. Life is game. Business networking event? Game. How can you stand out amongst the others shoving their resumes and qualifications into their potential employer’s faces? Game. How are you going to sell that widget? Game. Fuck that girl in the bathroom? GAME. Your social intelligence will take you far in this world. Your ability to understand people will vault you to new heights.
Most people are pathetically clueless in social environments because they do the same shit as everybody else.
They halfheartedly listen, pretend to be interested for a few minutes, and then start spewing their own bullshit and the other person reciprocates. Disgusting. It’s an endless cycle of bullshit. A bunch of ignorant headless chickens. Pathetic. This weakness is the anchor that keeps them straddling the shores of mediocrity.
Game is everything, and it is nothing. The sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be.
This has been a long rant, but I hope you’ve found it interesting and useful. And I’m going to be a little straightforward with you (aka my readers) right now. This blog gets a good amount of traffic. A lot of people read it. Not only that, but people message me and give me great feedback.
But almost NOBODY comments. I don’t really get it. So yeah, if you like this blog, post a comment below. If you hate it, go on a long rant about how much of an egotistical shithead you think I am. I’ll love it. But just say something. Hell, even tell me about some topics you’d like me to cover in the future. Let’s get some feedback going, you lazy bastards. I’ll love you for it.