“So, when crossing the street, you should wait for the pedestrian lights to be green, shouldn’t you?”
“Of course, you should.”
I felt like socrates talking to his young disciples. Only I was on the street, on a windy summer day, walking with a girl, and not in the gym watching young oily boys exercise.
“Meaning, you are looking for an external source-the green lights- to enable, or precede, your next action. That is, crossing the road.”
“Well, let me tell you green lights are not what you should look for before crossing the street.”
“What do you mean? Of course, if the green lights are on, it’s safe for me to cross the road, and since it’s my goal, I shall do it.”
“Young Plato, the only thing you should be looking for when crossing the roads is cars.”
“But Master! Green lights mean cars will not drive by!”
“Not always. Have you ever experienced green lights being on for pedestrians and cars not stopping?”
“Sometimes, yes, it’s the custom in some less developped countries.”
“Then can we then agree that, in order to preserve our physical security while crossing the road, we should consider all the cases when lights were green for walkers and cars were crossing nevertheless?”
“We shall, because physical security is important for our well being and over all happiness.”
“Of course. You say green lights mean cars will not drive by. Do you know what else signals the absence of cars?”
“The absence of cars! Therefore, instead of looking for a signal to cross the road, you should look for a lack of life threatening danger before crossing the road. In other words, cross the road if nothing will kill you while you do so, and forget the damm green lights.”
Approaching a walking woman is like crossing the road.
Don’t look for a signal to do it. Look for a signal that you may get killed or hurt if you do. If none of these signals are present (99%), do the approach.
There are game concepts in greek philosophy, mind you.
“And I’ll go by train with some friends, stay there for one night and then maybe we’ll go to a little music festival…”
My mind rushes with explanations, excuses, accusations, and demands. It’s one of my MLTR, but it doesn’t matter. The fact that she’s traveling with friends is almost painful. Who is she going with? Where will she stay? Questions pop up in my head. Questions aimed at assessing the chances of her fucking someone else (yes, it’s a hard harem). Questions I never make, for three reasons:
It’s an attraction killer
Answer doesn’t really matter
She could say anything to reassure me
Answer doesn’t really matter. To my experience, sex can happen anywhere. She could travel with her parents and little brother and end up fucking the tour guide (like I did many years ago), or she could go to Ibiza with all her girlfriends on a hen party and stay faithful.
This is a fact and can be applied to 99% women. It’s up to you to decide how to feel about it.
But that’s not the root issue.
You are thinking your MLTR could fuck someone else, or put herself in the position to do so.
It’s a classic of Harem Management. You feel the sting of jealousy and insecurity.
What do you do? How to walk out of this without losing value? And perhaps most importantly, how to make sure it doesn’t happen again?
How fucked up I am. Luckily for you, I came up with a way to approach this situation systematically without getting into your head and/or doing something that makes her consider other romantic options. Remember, there are always wolves lurking beyond the bonfire range (if some english native has a better way to express that, I’m all ears). Luckily, if she’s fucking you only, all those wolves are weaker or have better things to do.
So, what to do when she tells you *anything* that makes you think she could HS someone else?
Harem Management for Advanced Players
If it’s a soft harem, she can and probably will fuck other guys. Deal with it.
But maybe you feel a deeper connection with this girl and fear that she’ll connect in the same way with someone else.
There is a set of tools you can use for avoiding that (like preventing her from doing the plan by suggesting something cooler and taking her with you), but they are short term and all come from the wrong frame.
Since this blog is about pure gold advice, I will tell you the only honorable and manly way out of this:
Be a better Man than her prospects.
It’s that simple and that complicated. You probably won’t be the best Man on Earth, but you can be the best she has access to. Note: if you think I mean better as in nicer, or better for society, you are in the wrong blog.
It’s also a good solution because it’s internal and mostly depends on you and you only. She will interact, and assess many men over her years, so just be better to increase your chances of her staying around.
Don’t open yourself about this
Act as if it’s no big deal
Don’t ask questions afterwards
Don’t try to “change her” over time so she stays at home. Give her wings, always.
Decide if it’s worth going though that emotional pain in order to be with her
If it’s a hard harem you are running, congratulations my friend. You are in for a crazy ride, although you probably know that already.
The way I look at it is this: that sting of jealousy and insecurity you feel when this happens is the price you pay.
You already are at the top of the pyramid. It doesn’t get any better. But for true hard harem you pay a price.
It’s the same price any other guy (every man thinks “damm, she might fuck someone else” sooner or later, specially monogamous guys). We just deal with it better.
She may cheat on you and fuck someone else. Fear not. That’s her problem.
Your problem is to keep her attracted and engaged in the relationship.
This is way harder. Worry about this instead.
Here is what I did when my girl unexpectedly told me she was going on a trip with “friends” I didn’t know:
Take it as a nuclear shit test
Don’t react or express my concerns (keep your communication frequency)
Managing my emotions and brushing them off (“it’s the price you pay”, “there’s no cooler guy than me, so even if she fucks someone else and keeps it secret, she’ll still be mine”)
Understand her adventurous part is one of the reasons I love her, so I won’t try to change her or shame her into being boring so she can be mine (creepy, but many men do)
HS and get affection from other girls
Write this article (writing IS healing)
Next time I’m with her, tell her a massive DHV spikes story and fuck her like there’s no tomorrow.
Next time we talk, collect some extra info (hopefully reassuring) in a fun, relaxed way
Go to the gym
I know what you are thinking. If she sees it as “normal”, she’ll do it more often. Yes, she will. And you’ll feel that sting again. And you won’t like it.
It’s your decision to assess how many times she’s worth going through the above process and the negative emotions. Just don’t think any other type of relationship is free from them.
As I wrote before, is she ends up HS someone else, it’s her problem. And if she makes it you problem by telling you, it’s another story for another post.
This is a shortcut that will spare you a couple paranoias and a lot of mindwanking. Just follow the bullet points and trust the process.
Note: MLTR = Multiple Long Term Relationships, HS = Have Sex (used instead of “fuck”)
I have a limited sex drive. It’s high, if there are any standards about it, but it’s limited.
You do, too.
We like to think we could be fucking young hot new girls forever.
But we can’t.
There is always a point where the marginal gains are too little and it’s simply not worth the effort. So your attention and energy shifts towards something else. Like cool projects, or writing.
The key is knowing where that point is, for you.
You have a limited sex drive. Accept it.
Because that’s a point you want to get to, asap, so you can be productive in other areas. A kind of prioritizing women so you don’t have to.
What I’m trying to say, and I risk getting too meta-weaseling here, is that one of the reasons I don’t daygame more is I’m successful at it.
The first proper set I did in Paris, I HS her a few days later. The girl who checked me in my first night in Paris, I HS her three weeks later. Girls I HS before from neighboring countries visit constantly (3 in the last 30 days, 2 of them at the same time) and I also HS all of them. I went back home for two days and I HS my girl there.
That’s 6 different girls in about 40 days. HS them at least a few times each.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m glad we changed this word for a more refined HS.
How do I then get the motivation to go out and approach? Easy. I don’t.
I still feel the sting when I see a really hot girl walking by, but I can’t be arsed to approach. There’s no fire in my belly. I lost my mojo, as Tom Torero puts it.
I don’t feel abundant in the traditional sense of the word. For a strange reason, now I’m HS like an animal, I feel more caring about my girlfriends. I even increased the communication frequency.
This is weird. Normally, when you’re on a HS spree, you don’t have time to think much about any girl in particular. You are too busy riding the wave. But I just find myself now both HS like it was my job (i.e. a lot and with lots of different girls) and looking for reassurance with my current girlfriends.
I know this situation won’t last forever, but after managing quite successfully a hard harem, HS women I hadn’t seen in a year + HS women from daygame all in the same month I’m really wondering what the next stage is. What is the next level? What is the next goal?
The Kazaj girl I opened on the bus from Brno was happy with remaining a virgin until he found “the one”. We casually had the seat next to each other and I had opened her first at the pier. Sometimes the Gods give you a hint. I tried to leverage her emotions first (she was attracted). It got me nowhere besides some laughing, mild kino and even milder banter. I gave up.
We still had a couple of hours ahead, so in one last attempt (I’m unable to ever fully give up and it’s taken me far) told her The Chocolate Gambit:
“Maira, do you like chocolate? Of course you do. If chocolate had any proteins it’s the only thing I would eat. Ok, imagine you never tried chocolate. You know the concept because all your friends tell you it’s amazing, you’ve seen it in movies, you feel like trying some when you pass a chocolate shop, but you’ve never actually tried it. You go to the shops every day and read the labels, ask the shop assistants on every little detail: what is the flavor, the texture… You even take some chocolate to feel it in your hand. But you don’t eat it yet. Finally, in a little secret shop you find this really attractive Spanish chocolate that you desire. It takes you days to make up your mind, but one day, you want it so bad you decide to go buy yourself that specific chocolate.
God, it’s delicious. And fun to eat! At first it was a bit sour, but then you realize swallowing chocolate makes you feel really good and happy as a woman. It’s like something inside of you is awaken now, always wanting chocolate. It will never be the same as prior to tasting the Spanish chocolate.
And there are so many different kinds of chocolate in the shop! All shapes and flavors. You can’t wait to try them all.
Now imagine the shop owner who sold you the chocolate comes and says: “I’m glad you enjoyed the chocolate, because you can only eat this chocolate for the rest of your life.”
How do you react to that? How do you know this was the best choice you could’ve made if you didn’t compare? You think life sucks. You will respect the rules and never try another chocolate maybe, but you’ll always regret it, and deep down, a growing resentment will turn you over the years into a bitter old and wrinkled woman.
That is, before deciding what will be your main, maybe only chocolate for the rest of your days, try different ones instead. Get used to different shapes, flavors and feelings. Then choose the one that you think makes you happier and enjoy chocolate, because that’s what life is about.”
She stayed silent for a bit, looking at me with her little beautiful middle asian eyes. She got the message. Then, she said calmly:
“If I never try other chocolates, I will never judge or compare my chocolate. With time and patience, I will learn how to love it more than anything.”
My first thought was: boy, you’re not fucking her tonight. Of course I wasn’t. But then I realized I had no way to counter that. Of course, you can also leverage the “be adventurous, life is short message”, but for that girl at that moment there really was no way out. It just made no sense.
This got me thinking. A lot, actually. It happened more than a year ago.
It’s true: many traditional societies count on women being virgins until marriage and sticking with one man and one dick for all her good years. So far so good.
What if the reason the ancients enforce this law since the dawn of civilization is because they are aware of The Principle?
The Principle that the more partners a woman has, the less satisfied she will be, psychologically and physically, with any of them.
The more sexual partners a woman has, the less satisfied she will be, psychologically and physically, with any of them.
This is the Choice Paradox adapted to women: the more options you consider, the more buyer’s remorse.
Now, I’ve made 20+ (girls who had fucked more than 20 guys) girls fall in love and come. (Have I? And have you?) My currents girls are at least 5,6+, maybe 15top (with the gentlemen’s slack given).
Still, I have no doubt there is wisdom and truth here. I mean, look at the divorce rates in WESTERN SOCIETIES.
Think about it for the perspective of a woman. What’s the difference between imagining through movies or romantic novels how amazing having a lover would be and actually remembering how she got magnificently pounded by a Brazilian hung capoeira dancer or a Colombian salsa instructor?
She can probably play it cool and still be happy marrying Average Joe after that, but there will always be a little something inside of her saying: he fucked better than your husband! And you bet he did. He probably had a bigger dick too. And he reeked testosterone. He took her on a few days adventure in an exotic place, fucked her unprotected in every way like there was no tomorrow, treated her with abundance and masculinity and then never called her again. All of these items in a woman’s mind only feed the myth: with time, she will feel like she’s missing something, specially if you compare that adventure with her everyday’s life, which probably has little adventurous to it.
Let’s face it, once we settle down and live with a girl, we lose a lot of attractiveness. We’re not wild, abundant and free anymore, and that’s-make no mistake about it- one of the reasons they fell for us in the first place. Is it really the cycle of life?
Don’t think all her partners were like that. There were also boring guys, creepy guys, jealous and needy guys, guys who could not fuck her properly and guys who could not make her feel what you make her feel. There’s a reason she’s with you. But she will never forget her summer in Ibiza when she was 22, at the peak of her beauty, and you married her when she was 28+.
Now normally I’m on the lover side, and I belong to the 0,5% (probably even less) so I couldn’t worry less about this. But since I’m getting older and I won’t be this sharp forever (and let’s face it, I’ve found gold) I’m perfecting my hunt to harem material mode: I want 3 to 4 devoted girlfriends, and I want to fuck them all at the same time and have them under the same roof. I also want to take care of them.
So it can be done, and beta versions of this have been tried. Read my post about end game to learn more about this.
So how does all of this apply to you?
Your main girl, bottom bitch, or spinning plate, what’s her notch count?
What are your plans with her? Because if you want to promote her to LT, you really should make sure it’s low. Don’t promote girls out of scarcity mindset or out of desperation. The moment you feel you need her with her not deserving it, she does feel that too. While it can be romantic and she can “like that”, it’s the beginning of the end of the attraction curve. Get back on your feet, snatch back the frame or you will lose her along with your masculinity.
You should always screen for low notches girls for long term harem material (and basically virgins for long term monogamous relationships).
Approach and approach and meet girls with low notches, and even if it takes longer to fuck them, chose them over slutty Jane for LT material.
PS: a few months later, despite 0 investment from my part (forgot about her), she texted me when she was in my country on holidays. I didn’t meet her because I was busy, but we’ll never know what could have happened, and that’s the mystery of the game.
I’ve written before about how bad most girls are at handling any kind of social pressure.
Example. When you’re having lunch or dinner with a girl, try slowly stopping the waiter from taking something away from the table. Like the olive oil or something. Put a hand on the bottle and put it down, without saying anything, looking at him. See how the pressure raises. Be comfortable with it: you don’t want that item removed but you don’t have to say anything. See how she giggles or says something. That’s her releasing pressure through laughter. It’s a classic.
I was going for a boxing lesson in the park with one of my girls the other day in Paris.
Damm, by writing these sentences I realize how lucky I am and what an amazing life I live.
We forgot the water. Damm, lets buy one bottle. We find a supermarket. I hand her a twenty euros bill and say: “buy water” and then wait outside. She comes shortly after with the money in her hand, looking confused and without the water. “They don’t have change!”. She resigns to a reality imposed to her without fighting.
I take the money, go for the water and put it on the counter. There’s a lady there. I show her the bill and point at the water.
I let her talk in french. She’s saying they can’t give me change for a twenty dollar bill (maybe it was fifty, I don’t remember).
Pas de solution?
She stays silent looking at me. I can feel my girl holding her breath behind me. I don’t break eye contact and say nothing.
She starts explaining her problem again. A black shopping clerk comes by. He says: “any problem?”. There was no rude words or shouting but the situation for sure looked tense from the outside.
I don’t acknowledge his presence. Instead, I look at the girl behind the counter a few more seconds.
Finally, she breaks.
“Here, take it for free.”
I take the bottle and we slowly walk outside. My girl is amazed. “You just got a bottle of water for free!”
I know. I did so because I know not having change for a bill was their problem, not mine, and the woman in the counter knew too. Also, I can take the pressure. Stand the heat.
The principle behind this is:
There is one reason most women are excluded from top managerial position in serious companies.
Most of them are natural born conflict avoiders. It’s hard for a woman to develop the skills to have, elaborate and defend ideas in an assertive way, specially if they have to step on some toes in the process. And you always have to disturb someone to change reality.
Don’t get me wrong: I’ve seen some corporate women who don’t give a fuck what non-relevant employees think and try to get their way at any price. Some sharks. Luckily.
There are of course exceptions to this principle, but even then, they are more likely to enter the conflict without a clear strategic plan (they don’t know what or how to get what they want out of it), with poor risk assessment or out of female pride and not with the goal in mind.
See your mother, for example. If you’ve dealt with her enough once you’ve become a Man, you must have realized this and other principles.
This is just my experience drawn from the women I’ve met. What can you get out of it when dealing with women?
Well, since polarization is attractive and diving into a conflict head on is a mainly masculine attribute, I’d suggest that you escalate this ability and leverage on it. Thus:
Never shy away from any conflict in front of the women you want.
You probably intuitively knew this already. After all, women are attracted to bold, decisive Men who make no apologies for who they are.
Do girls you fuck know you fuck other girls? If the answer is no, you are in the wrong place. Go lie to them and to yourself somewhere else.
If they do, and you want them to be a part of your life in a MLTR dynamic, the truth is she will sometimes feel massively insecure and scared. She will think that in a normal monogamous relationship she’ll have “something” to hang on to, and that perspective will become more attractive.
This of course is bullshit, because in order to get that monogamous relationship they would have to go down the Ladder of Men level a couple of steps and would soon realize their life was much better before. Also, a wedding and a ring (external sources of validation) are not real things to hang on to (like a kid, for example). A married man can still fuck other women. He can still run away or leave. For some reasons, I’ve known some girls that still prefer the illusion, the blue pill, than the red one, which is this: the only thing you can actually rely on so I don’t leave is our relationship. That is, as long as you follow certain rules and we have an amazing time together, I will never leave you. After all, who would leave a beautiful, interesting, fun and cool woman who supports you in everything you do (including being with other women)? Still, many women don’t get this. They’re like, yeah, living an interesting life in deep joy sounds cool, but society norms! I feel bad for them.
Here’s something that you can do to prevent drama and them leaving:
Have something external (youtube video, post, people talking, trend, movie, whatever that is not you) define exactly what your relationship model is with a girl. Specially if it’s something unusual and she may encounter great social pressure by becoming a part of it. For example, for Multiple Relationships (hard harem), have them watch Vicky Christina Barcelona, where Juan Antonio lives at home with two girls in a boyfriend-girlfriend dynamic. Not like occasional threesomes with your gf and a one night stand, but everyday’s threesomes and then occasional foursomes. That movie is gold for this.
In other words, give them examples in society of what you are doing. It doesn’t matter if it’s a book or a fictional movie.
Now find some other resources and show them to her (them). “See? This is what we are. It’s socially accepted (even if it’s not, but you don’t want to base your lifestyle design in what is socially acceptable).”
In any case, remember, over the long run:
SHE WILL NOT BE STRONGER THAN SOCIAL PRESSURE.
It doesn’t matter how strong do you think she is. Disney is too ingrained in her brain. That battle is a marathon, and she’ll need external references support to trust what you are doing in order to win it over time.
This concept is Deep Game advanced stuff, I hope you find it useful.
PS: and if she’s not strong enough (or you lost part of your attractive), don’t be angry at her. It’s normal that most people follow the norm. Be grateful for the amazing time you had together and let her go. Of course, she may need support from you instead of you leaving, so try that first :).
Well, sometimes it just doesn’t happen. Even if everything is in order (like being in bed with two girls you are fucking separately who know what you do).
This is what happened to me not long ago: I was in bed with two german girls. They both came to see me in Paris but had no idea there would be other women. When they met, they accepted it with little surprise because it is f*** congruent with who I am.
I was in the sofa with one of the girls (fucked many times already, but hadn’t seen her for 6+ months or so) when I casually told her: “I’ll pick up a friend now, be right back.”
So I went to the metro station and the other girl (let’s call her V) was waiting for me.
It had been one full year since last time. 5 mins in I tell her “I’m with a friend”. She was sucking my dick on the stairs 10 minutes later. I couldn’t fuck her because condoms were inside the house. I didn’t want to come in her mouth because I wanted to save it for both of them.
So we calm down, and get in the house. I introduce them and act like there’s no big deal. I make her leave her stuff in the bedroom and say “We’ll sleep here” (they were both coming for a few days).
They are cool, I pour some wine, we relax in the kitchen. They are both german and I don’t speak any, but I tell them it’s forbidden. Girl A (the one who had arrived the previous day) respects it more than V. When you introduce two women and they both think or know you’re also fucking the other it’s amazing how fast they screen each other out:
So, how did you know each other?
Ah, and for how long?
Really? When was that?
And what do you do in life?
It’s like a competition. They also both made whatever story we had together sound cooler. Casually, I had been in Budapest with both of them in the past (independently). V didn’t spare a detail. 10 minutes in I leave them alone catching up.
I think this step is key and should happen at some point during the night.
Then we’re on the sofa. But damm, it’s already 3 or 4 am and I have to work in the morning. The mood is going down. No sexual tension, no spikes, and we were out of wine.
Let’s go to bed. We all step in the room. They put on their girly pijamas. I get naked in order to put on my pijama pants. No comments. They each take a side, I lay in the middle, lean over V on my right, kiss her and switch off the light. I’m rubbing A’s pussy with my left and shortly after also V’s, after a bit of mini resistance. She can’t help it, and they are both wet. It’s dark, but not dark enough to prevent A see me making out with V. She acts offended like a little girl and turns her back on me. I sigh. I start fingering V with my right hand. She can barely hide her moaning. I put my left arm under A and flip her around. Under the blanket I feel her hand going for my dick. It’s on, I think. She knows I’m fingering the other girl and she’s coming for my penis. I make out with her, but she puts her head back when she sees V is kissing me on the back of the neck. I don’t want to turn my back on her too long, I want to divide my attention and A is taking too much. Still, my dick is in her hand and when I feel V’s hand going for my dick too, I stop her.
I don’t know if this was a mistake, but I want things to go smooth. They don’t. There’s no open drama, but I feel A’s mood getting sour. “Fuck it, I have to reward the girl who is into the threesome (V)”. So I tell V to go to the sofa in the living room, I’ll be there shortly. She complies. I switch on the light, close the door and tell A (damm she looks sexy half naked, wet and her cheeks are red) I’ll go to the living room and fuck V, I’m ok if she doesn’t want to be a part of it. I lay my hands for the condoms and when I’m about to walk out she grabs my hand from the bed.
“Are you going to go to the living room and bang here instead of staying her and banging me?”
Highlight of the night. I smile and look down at her. She’s like a desperate puppy. Her eyes are sparkling and her skin is glowing. “I want to fuck V, and she’s into this. You don’t want to. What am I supposed to do?” But blah blah. It gets too technical by then. Too much logic. I try to use only a little to talk her into. Big mistake. She tells me I can fuck whoever I want when she’s not in the house.
I think I gave up by then. I go to the living room. V tells me that she’s up for it with any girl but this one looks a bit stiff. She’s right. I kiss her, take her to the room and we all lay down. I try to sleep to no avail. With one woman at each side it’s just too warm, so I grab my pillow and end up sleeping in the sofa alone.
The next day after work, V tells me she changed her ticket to leave that afternoon. I come home and A has prepared a delicious meal. V won’t be joining, she had some plans at a market or something. She’s this nature tree huger girl and I like that about her. I fuck A afterwards like there’s no tomorrow. V gets home a couple of hours before her train leaves. I tell A to grab a bottle of wine and go to the pier. She says “I was thinking about it, so I let you two hang out.” She basically voluntarily leaves the house so I can fuck V. I like A, but she’s a cold bitch. She can love you without you realizing, and she has a hard time complying. She’s too proud for my taste. Anyways, this was a nice gesture.
Of course, V doesn’t want to fuck. I think my value dropped after the failure the previous night in her eyes. After a bit of talking, I get her naked on the bed sucking my dick. She tastes it and immediately says “Did you just fuck A?” Damm, I didn’t wash myself properly. “Can you get out of your head and enjoy the moment?” It works. She swallows my dick like there’s no tomorrow. I like comparing the way girls suck my dick, and when it’s only been an hour difference it’s easy. V’s mouth is bigger and also deeper, but her tongue is not that fleshy. I’m fingering her and shortly after I put on a condom and fuck her.
Then, I walk her to the metro station and let her go. I’m a bit sad, I think it’s over after the threesome failure. I sent a feeler text a few days later, no answer.
UPDATE A MONTH LATER: yep, she’s gone. At least for now.
The next day is A’s last night. We’re having sex constantly during the day but the last night something goes wrong. It all starts when we meet this guy on the bar. I advise you strongly against being nice to guys in bars when they have no girls and you do. But sometimes I can’t help feeling easy going and unaffected. So we talk to this guy a little, he was nice. Then I say “let’s go outside” to A and start walking, but she stays talking with this guy. I turn around and shout “A, vamos”. She can hear it, but she still stays with him without even looking at me. I don’t understand girls sometimes. So I go out and sit on the terrace with my glass of wine, feeling a bit like shit. Honestly, I don’t care any of my girls speaking to any guy, but when I say “come”, they should be there. So I tell her when she comes shortly after. “But blah blah he spoke german bullshit excuse.” Here’s a good rule of thumb: when girls talk after you say something important, it means her brain didn’t process it correctly. A good reaction after my sentence would be: “Sorry” and silence. But she can’t shut up. I give her a last chance. “I don’t care you talking to other guys, but you doing what you just did means that when I tell you “come”, you won’t be there for me.” Maybe a bit overly analytical and pretentious, looking back on it. “But I don’t care what you care, the important think is what I care about.” “What?” “You heard me.”
She was right. I did hear her. I feel the word Next revolving in my mouth. I finish my wine, stand up and head home. A bit afterwards she tries to fix it (“its our last night, are you going to be mad at me blah?”) a few times, but it’s a done deal for me. I don’t even look at her for the rest of the night, just go to sleep and see her go the next day with relief.
This is a classic example of a threesome attempt gone wrong. I lost or had to let go two girls on my rotation within two days after attempting. May it be a cautionary tale for all of you fellas trying to get double blowjobs: be ready to let any of the girls go. If your life will be shattered if she leaves you, don’t try a threesome with her. Of course, if any woman has this power over you, you’re in the wrong blog.
How can you reach the IDGAF (in general) state about women?
By being comfortable alone.
How can you be comfortable alone?
By knowing you’re alone by choice and you can get some girls on rotation within a month.
In other words: abundance mindset over a foundation of skills, vibe and approaching.
If you master these four, no girl leaving can affect you drastically.
Don’t get me wrong, you’ll still be sad to see them go. It will affect you. But it will be little more than a superficial wound.