I will attend night clubs when my other options are shot for the night, or because my friends have found themselves attracted to these particular venues for the night, but as a gentleman who does enjoy banging women, I would say that I have probably picked up two women in all my time going to night clubs. The pick up culture has this over-exaggerated view of how powerful it is to learn their tricks and then go into night clubs and use said tricks. I believe most worthwhile men who have built interesting lifestyles usually avoid nightclubs if they are looking to get laid simply because all your life experiences cannot be conveyed in an environment too loud and dark to display them.
As much as a girl might get vagina tingles at your push and pull techniques, those techniques do not work when the music is so loud she is blankly nodding in hopes you’ll fuck off. In addition, a lot of women automatically engage in deflecting anyone who approaches them no matter who they are in a night club; I assume this to be some ego thing for them. At this stage in my life, I do not care any-more to dedicate energy in trying to overcome women’s deflections, and simply disengage all together by keeping my approaches at a minimal in night clubs. I would prefer to talk to women in an environment where they are receptive to stimulation beyond EDM and party favours.
Simply, unless you are high energy as fuck and willing to be over-persistent, night clubs are a poor venue to get dates/bangs from. The issue with pick up is that many guys who go into it are not at their core these superfluous party animals, and those who act this way going into pick up material probably do so to over compensate for their lack of self worth (no research on this, just anecdotal observation). That is not to say that you cannot get laid at a night club, but unless you’re willing to put in an insane amount of energy (that is often hampered by alcohol consumption), your chances of getting laid are slim.
Now, there are gentlemen who excel at club game. As I said above, being high energy and over persistent works quite well in the club arena, and a slew of respect goes out to gentlemen who can pull doing this. My argument however is that clubs make poor venues for the gentlemen who do not want to follow this over-the-top narrative. Keep in mind the principle of contrast, and how standing out equates to status. Clubs assume a lot, it is assumed that men will generally go to these places to pick up women, and women and men come to expect this narrative as being normal. Unless you are playing the numbers game quite closely, chances are most women will assume you are like every other single male going the club, and thus you do not stand out from any other male there; poor contrast. However, when you approach women with more direct appraisals in more casual contexts, even laid back bars or house parties, women are less expecting of this and in turn look at you as standing out from most men; high contrast. You lose a lot of contrast going to night clubs.
My counter-venue to clubs are simple: house parties. House parties are the best venues for getting laid. You can talk, you can effectively work the room, and women are not naturally expecting men to approach them sexually (like they often are at a night club), and If all else fails, you can lay back and have interesting discussions with others on an array of topics. Night clubs lack all of these variables.
The second alternative to house parties are lounge bars. While they do carry some of the preconceived notions that clubs do (you’re just there to get laid), you must keep in mind that the women who stick around at these places are often looking for some level of stimulating conversation, so even if their guard is up about your sexual intentions, you can still prove yourself by conveying your interesting persona.
This was originally a post of mine on another gentleman’s blog, but I thought this was a worthwhile topic to discuss since I see a large portion of the manosphere still dedicated to club game. In addition, I have edited and added to this post as I see fit.
I like feminine women. I like women who enjoy doing feminine things like taking care of the home, women who laugh with a girly energy, and women who get excited about children. Something about that, to me as a man, excites me. While most of my reports will have you believe that I fuck a lot of women who aren’t the feminine definition that this write up is about, I do spend a considerable amount of time with feminine women, and any level of time I invest in a woman beyond sex is with the feminine ones. Don’t get me wrong, women who challenge the feminine roles fulfil a certain sexual niche for me in that they are usually good one night lays, but unlike feminine women, my time spent courting them beyond sex feels wasted. With the feminine vs. non-feminine dynamic however, comes where most people assume sexual enjoyment is most different. However there is one thing as a budding young gentleman of game that shocked me: women love to fuck. I, like most men, assumed the more feminine the woman the less sexual the woman, which is true on it’s surface, but not at it’s core; women are just as sexual as men are in many ways, but different forces compel them to act a certain way to the outside world.
With feminine women it is usually traditional morals that compel them to appear as wholesome. With non-feminine women, it is usually permissive parenting and feminist ideals that lead them to appear less wholesome. These dynamics serve their own purpose for the up and budding gentleman of game, and that is the more wholesome a woman, the more you will need to invest in having sex with her, and the less wholesome a woman, the less you will need to invest yourself in having sex with her; basic game reiterated. However, beyond investment of time, at their core, both spectrum’s of women share the same traits of what they enjoy sexuality, and that is being desired in a very selfish way.
Now when I say a “very selfish way,” automatically the evil woman narrative takes place in the minds of many gentlemen of game, but I do not believe women to be evil but hard-wired by their emotional compasses and with that compass they make their decisions; that’s why game blogs exist so you can navigate these compasses accordingly. No one (except feminists) call men evil for being hardwired to selfishly seek out certain sexual traits of women, and with that, I do not consider women evil for being controlled by their own selfish sexualities. I believe it was Baumeister who stated that women are the gatekeepers of sex, and therefore hold a lot of power over men in a sexual economy. Men provide women with certain traits (strength, charm, financial stability, etc.), and women respond in turn by giving them sex. I think the most potent of these traits that does not change radically over time for women, is masculinity. A lot of gentlemen of game point to the 50’s as being a time when women took men more seriously and thus “nice guys” could thrive, but I disagree. The men of the 50’s era were still men, and built a system that rewarded women for being good wives and mothers, and punished them for straying from that narrative; this was raw masculinity rewarding raw femininity. Things have obviously changed, and feminine women of today are echoes of their traditional parents, and non-feminine women are loud speakers for a new movement that attempts to redefine femininity (see: feminism). So, masculinity is the trait that women, feminine or not, desire most, and women want to be desired by masculine men.
When women read romantic novels you would be hard pressed to find a novel about a insecure skinny nerd who is the lead male in the novel. Normally these novels include a mysterious lead who displays some level of raw masculinity that she literally cannot resist. Shifting from the romantic novel we can look towards music. The popular songs amongst women is typically about a high status man (see: the rich ass singer singing the song) who desires a girl that he just MUST have. Even on the flipside of things, when a woman is making music, Taylor Swift for example, it is about that man who got away, or the man she loved dearly but is no longer going to speak to, etc. Women make up large demographics who enjoy those styles of music because it appeals to a very selfish part of them, and that is being desired romantically.
When you as a man can be reflective of that desire that a woman feels when she listens to shitty Taylor Swift songs, or when she reads romantic novels, you will unlock something very special in her, and that is her true sexual nature. When a woman is unlocked in this way, you learn something profound: women love to fuck. When I speak to some gentlemen about a wholesome girl I convinced to try anal or pushed to have a threesome, they seem dumbfounded. “She didn’t seem like that type of girl” is the typical response I get. The thing is, this “type of girl” ideology is silly, because I am convinced that once I make a girl feel that lust associated with desire, after a bit of time, sexually, she will be whatever “type of girl” I want her to be. The truth is women find all sorts of sexual fantasies and oddities just as exciting as you do, but the more wholesome the girl the less likely she is going readily express this to you or the outside world.
An old high school crush of mine and I started talking years after I got over my fear of speaking to women. After awhile I had finally bedded her. Sleeping with her was when I really started to understand the true sexual nature of women. She was one of the wildest sexual partners I ever had, and afterwards I asked myself, “who did I just fuck?” I could have never imagined that she was into sex like she was when I was in high school. I used to think that only the less-wholesome women could fuck the way she did. She certainly still seemed wholesome. Obviously I pushed for a lot of crazy shit with her, but I realized after this that no matter what woman you are having sex with, once you have unlocked, she will respond sexually in ways you never imagined. Some men initially respond to women having the same sexual desires as men as being proof that they are all whores; I think that is a brash way of putting it. Instead, this is the secret about women that for me, made them that much more exciting.
The men who enjoyed sexual success in high school with an array of women did so because of their understanding of the true sexual nature of women. They knew that wholesome or not, any girl enjoyed the sexual exploration and perversions that they did. When I talk to my more conservative beta bitch boy friends about my sexual escapades, they respond in shock that a woman who they thought was “so nice” would partake in such a thing. These beta bitch boys have not unlocked their sexual partners, and will forever see women as something they deep down inside are not. Meanwhile guys like me who understand that women truly enjoy sexual experiences beyond missionary will continue to enjoy the sex life I want.
I see it all the time. A beta-bitch-boy steps out of his comfort zone and does what he assumes is masculine. He does this in ways such as acting aggressive when entering a room usually by slamming the door, or even by trying to belittle other men around him, but not loud enough for those men to hear him. These actions of course are only done in front of a woman and It usually results in one of two responses:
1. The woman does not notice it out of awkwardness for the beta, or because she genuinely does not care.
2. The woman quickly puts the beta-bitch-boy in his place through asking why he is acting weird or by pointing out that his action was unjustified, or the woman will make a silent demand of the beta bitch boy to assert dominance over him.
Sadly, these beta-bitch-boys are fulfilling a script, one that they assume is the route to masculinity and the script that they look to when their girlfriends cheat on them or females friend-zone them. These beta-bitch-boys live in a state of false alpha hood.
Unlike the beta-bitch-boy nice guy, these betas do understand that women like some element of masculinity, but they are apologetic about that masculinity the second the girl they act in front of shows any level of discomfort. Essentially they are beta-bitch-boys with a slight edge, with an emphasis on the word edge. I have a male acquaintance that I see at friendly gatherings from time to time and he embodies this beta-bitch-boy with an edge model perfectly. For the sake of anonymity we will call this beta-bitch-boy, Bob. Bob has an overweight girlfriend named Helga. Hela always sits around at these gatherings, and she always seems dissatisfied with everything going on (probably because she is overweight) and silently makes judgements to Bob about everyone while Bob sits there and shakes his head like a dog wagging his tale after receiving a treat. Bob however tries to be one of the guys more often than not, and will agree when we gawk at an attractive female on the TV or will try to jokingly assert that he too dominates his relationship and will keep his “bitch in line.” This is met by Helga giving looks of disgust and Bob quickly, and silently, apologizing. I notice every time after Bob tries to imitate a real man, and I’m not even sure Helga is consciously aware that she is doing it, that Helga will ask a request of Bob. “Can you grab me a pop Bob?” “Can you go to the truck and grab my sweater?” “My back hurts, can you dig through the fat and massage my muscles?” Helga keeps her pimp hand strong, and Bob gladly wags his tail every time Helga opens it.
Bob and Helga are a common example of beta-bitch-boy with an overweight girlfriend model, and a typical example of false alphahood. Examining the above story, Helga allows little Bob to joke with the guys, let’s him jokingly act dominant, but she never lets him dominate her. Bob can at-least rationalize to himself that he is acting the same way real men act with their girlfriends, and therefore he tells himself he is fine being dominated by Helga. Helga however, she lusts for a real man, and she hopes that the cookie crumbs she has laid out to manhood for Bob, will eventually fill Bob up and make him a grown man who takes charge. Helga will continuously test Bob’s manhood with one of her fine-tuned request-tests, and her fat pussy salivates at the idea that he might say no, but Bob is a bitch-boy of routine, a bitch-boy of feminine honour, and to Helga’s pussy’s disgust, Bob’s tail starts wagging and he happily says yes. As I found out later, and had already assumed, Helga cheated on Bob with one of her ex-boyfriends. Naturally, Bob got upset, but that upset was not directed at Helga. No, that upset was directed at the ex-boyfriend, after all, how dare he act like a man and attract Helga. As I learned later, Bob and Helga barely even had a fight about it, Bob swiftly got back with Helga. A month later I read that Helga was going to dinner with this ex-boyfriend and a couple of her other friends. Bob suffered in silence. What a good beta-bitch-boy. I saw Bob and Helga again the other night, and it was the same story: Bob jokes about being the man who “keeps his bitch in line” and Helga does her manhood aptitude test by hitting him with a juvenile request. Small trade off to kind of feel like the man. Right?
Beta bitch boys will adapt to whatever demands they perceive the group of females as having, but much as we see with Bob, beta bitch boys will try to leave this mould through actions that suggest masculinity, but ultimately this false alphahood is only a small thirst quencher of what being a man is like. Gentlemen like Bob (see: beta bitch boys) who try their hand at alphahood will be punished and condemned to beta-tude by their female leaders. Gentlemen like Bob are unfortunate cases, because they will always that there is a crack in their masculinity and they try to fill that crack with approval of a female only to find out in the end that it does not fit. Female approval might fit the crack at first, but this forced insertion into the cracks will eventually loosen it self and fall out, and sadly each time Bob picks female approval back up and forces it into the crack of his masculinity, the crack grows…
And that crack grows until Bob’s manhood is ultimately broken.
When I started learning game I was convinced that in order to do my first approach that I needed to know every aspect of the interaction, down to the girls hand movements, before I could succeed. After reading book upon book, I finally did my first approach… It sucked and I even I told myself, “but you know every aspect of game, what women want, why did this go so bad?” It later realized that it was because I tried to stuff every single element of game into one interaction without actually having practiced any one of those elements individually.
This is when I started to learn game naturally. I would approach women, almost ignoring my pick up teachings, and hope for the best. Then, if something did not work, I would look to pick up books to help me iron those issues out and would slowly add that element to my arsenal if I felt it worked. I no longer treated pick up books as bibles, but more like shared experiences that other gentlemen have had, and if I felt that an element (opener or behavior) I learned from the book fit my personality, then I would use it.
New gentleman to game often times glorify one pick up artists and feel as if they owe their livelihood to that method of game. There is some merit to this as some gentlemen do experience success, but that very success is hollow. The system is only a system, and they simply become a cog in making it work. They do not find fulfillment in the end because their true nature, whether that be a nerd who loves programming or a gentleman who obsesses over chess, is hidden behind a mask. They are only projecting a show for women, and not projecting the core of themselves.
True confidence will derive from you learning things on your own, taking risks on your own and ultimately not being afraid of who you are as a person. Some gentlemen will rag on you, some women will laugh at you, but the only thing that matters here is how you handle it. Do not hide your interests because a woman thinks that is lame, or because your man friend tells you it is not attractive, but embrace it and embrace it whole-heartedly and people will respect you for it. Now, the irony here is that you will gain some confidence from the new found knowledge you have gained in reading pick up articles/books, and I myself preach certain elements, but you should only take these elements if they fit the core of who you are as a person.
When I meet a girl I do not focus on displaying higher value, I do not focus on if she is sending me indicators of interest, but I focus on stimulating conversation and reflect on how I would have displayed higher value or gotten her to be more interested later. If you saw my game in action you would think it is pretty straight forward, and I have been accused of only getting successes with women because of my looks. That is far from the truth. All I do is project myself in a confident manner, and women like that. When you do not adhere to a script, you learn game organically and naturally, and to some degree you are forced to put your personality into it, because your personality is all you have to fall back on; not canned scripts. That honesty helps you build not only confidence, but game.
This is not a write-up to take away from great gentlemen of game, because there are certainly excellent methods out there to getting successes with women, but when you turn those pick up teachings into an all-you-have ideology, then you are losing sight of yourself and your game will only fulfill a script, and not who you are as a person.
Try this, approach without a goal in mind, just try approaching without using canned materials or systems you have seen on YouTube, and say whatever comes to mind. What’s up is even a suitable opener in this case. You will be on your own for this approach, and you might say things you are not used to, but here you will find honesty and through honesty you will feel a sense of fulfillment that is beyond the core of masking your true self.
There are two people both enrolled in a psychology program. Both end up with degrees in said psychology program, but only the second person pursues a job in the field. Both have similar academic achievement, and both retained a vast knowledge of the program’s teachings. Equally speaking they are both very close in their knowledge and academics, but again, only one person pursued a job in the field. In post secondary education, and self learning in general, I see it all the time… people who are book smart but do not apply what they learn to their lives, and that disconnect leaves little in the way of passion.
Those who teach are usually the ones who are passionate to some level about what they have learned prior to educating you. That concept is not limited to schools either, but it spans to places such as construction sites to social interactions amongst friends. Learning is a beautiful way to build yourself as a man, but that learning means nothing if you do not apply that learning to yourself in some way. Whether that means forming your own opinion, reinforcing an old opinion or completely demolishing a current one. When we learn only to build grades we do not form an opinion based off of the knowledge and we become placeholders for that knowledge, and ultimately we do not become the builders of civilization and culture that the men before us had become.
When a child sings a radio song it is not because they have interpreted the words of the song and understand them, but because they are mimicking what they hear to gain social favor from other adults and children. Those children are placeholders of that knowledge. Similarly there was a brief documentary looking at the autistic gentleman the the film Rain Man was based on. The autistic gentleman could recite, in detail, even the smallest of details regarding human history, and it was all accurate. If the autistic gentleman would be tested on human history, he would have incredible scores, ones that would imply he is a genius in that field. However, after your initial shock of a man having such incredible memory, you realize that he is only reflecting what he has read, and not interpreting it an any meaningful way. He is no different than the child singing a popular radio song with no knowledge of the lyrics.
Learning, no matter what you are doing it for, should be approached critically and interpretively. Otherwise you are simply becoming a reflection of what you are learning and ignore why the knowledge was being taught in the first place. I write this blog because I am passionate about what I have learned on my own and am currently learning. To some degree it becomes an element of teaching and educating others on my own experiences and hopefully they can apply it to their own lives.
I meet a lot of gentlemen who learn game and do not actually understand why the theorization works, but only regurgitate what they have read and spout the same openers over and over again. The field of pick up feels more like a social-psychological experiment and advancement in human interactions than it does a juvenile attempt at getting “laid.” With that being said, the people who turned the field into more of a social-psychological experiment, were also the ones who were passionate about the relations between humans. Those gentlemen who regurgitate game concepts only because they know that having that knowledge has lead some men to getting laid, usually end up unfulfilled and with poorer results than the gentleman like myself who write and joyfully encourage other men into wanting to learn and educate themselves on the sexes.
The point I am trying to get across is not simply about how learning game will benefit you only if you take game teachings in interpretively, but how your lifestyle and learning will flourish if you can apply what you learn, no matter what it is, to yourself and become passionate about it.
The reason the second person pursued a career in that field is not because they are better than person one, but because they are passionate about that field and applied the knowledge they learned to themselves in a personal way that becomes meaningful enough for them to want to become apart of something.
My father was an alpha male. A mans man was how most people described him. Unfortunately I only got a glimpse of his alphaness; my father died when I was very young. My mother did not anticipate this, and she did her best to raise five children on her own. My mother was always close to her mother so a lot of my upbringing was influenced by my grandmother. Unfortunately my grandmother was a whore her whole life, and in turn a feminist-type who believed that masculine men were what was wrong with society, and that effeminate men were the right model of what being a man should be.
Even before my father passed, I was a very emotional child. I embodied peoples pain by simple glances. I learned I was emotionally gifted. Being emotionally gifted is the single biggest challenge I have ever faced in my life, because social situations can not only liven me up within seconds of me entering them, but they can also drain me just as quick and push me into avoiding them all together. My grandmother, whether she was consciously aware of it or not, tried to mold me into what feminists everywhere would say is the perfect little boy. A pussy.
With that being said, I am still my fathers son. I do believe heredity influenced a lot of my urges and demeanor, and in turn I would gawk at women in bikinis or get into a scuffle with children at school. My grandmother made me feel bad about finding women attractive, and she made me feel bad about defending myself physically when it came to schoolyard bullies. To her that was wrong and I was simply a victim of societies idea of manhood. I believed this, and spent much of my youth basking in the emotional intensities of my environment. My mother respected my grandmothers opinion and agreed with a lot of what my grandmother would tell me.
High school was hell. I either avoided women at all costs because I was afraid I would say something wrong to offend them, or I would get “let’s just be friends” from the ones that I did talk to. I did not understand, I thought me being more emotionally receptive and outwardly focused on peoples well being that I was the female dream. My grandmother had me believe this, and my mother assumed I would find the “one.”
Having an older brother who did take the alpha traits of my father did help me. I would start talking more crudely to women, but that just made me seem weird to them, because no matter how much I wanted to tease or charm them, I internalized the feminist notion of feminine being the most right way to be. Of course my older brother would belittle my feminine behavior, and I believed that it was the fact that he lost our father that he acted that way and that I was lucky to not have experienced as much of my father as he did since I was on the “right” route to manhood.
Until one summer day two of the females who “let’s-just-be-friends’ed” me, and a couple other beta-bitch-boy orbiters, were walking to grab food after school. The two females are discussing how they are seeing these new guys and to some degree I am jealous because I wished for either of them that I was that guy. I awkwardly laugh and try to offer support in the form of “that’s great guys!” The one female turns to me and says. “You’re never going to get a girlfriend are you?” and she laughs, and continues, “Well like, maybe one day a girl will find you attractive enough to date you.” The other girl tells her that’s mean, and at that moment I felt like I was about to cry. I cut our meal short and headed home. I was no longer sad. I was pissed off.
For the first time I realized that the feminine idea of being a man was wrong, and I realized I was a joke to women because of it. For awhile I still endured being belittled by this same female, but I started to internalize that as a motivation to do something with my sex life. I started ignoring her banter, but I was still lost. I did not know what the fuck to do with myself as much as I knew I wanted to do something.
One lonely Saturday I did a quick internet search of, “how to get out of the friendzone.” I believe I found an article by David DeAngelo. This changed my life. I quickly saved it and then found David DeAngelo’s Double Your Dating book. Neg theory was eye opening. I already had the idea of “negging” when I was younger, but I was told that was wrong. Then I read The Game, and I was set. I realized everything I was told to suppress, I already had and it was only a matter of learning to utilize them.
While I certainly learned about game and learned different methods to approaching it, I knew deep down inside I already had these natural urges and charm. While some use game material for personality building, I used it to help me uncover what my personality always was and be confident with using it.
It helped me take a route backwards to who I always was. I started selling weed, buying nicer clothes, taking care of my appearance, working out and generally try being more social with women. The time I invested started to pay off, and I realized for the first time in my life that I could be liked by women. It was a high I never thought I would feel, and one I now cannot live without. I’ve failed a lot, and I still get rejected even now, but through the rejection, I have gained acceptance. Not just acceptance from women, but acceptance from myself in knowing that I have all the tools to accomplish what I need to do in life. Through it all, I would like to stress that I am not some ridiculous pick up artist who grabs women with a single glance, but I do well enough to feel confident in what I preach, and confident in feeling attractive to women and being content with myself.
My grandmother will see my posts on various social networking sites and act disgusted, or respond to what I write about as being misogynistic, but I realize she is just a slave to the society that raised her. She is going through the motions to reinforce her agenda of feminine superiority, and while I love the woman, I realize that our values do not match and because of that we will never be on a level the suggests a family unit beyond biology. My mother however, she loves me unconditionally and appreciates the route I have embarked on as a man, and I will always hold her dearly because of that.
Now, while that female who hurt me ages ago snarks at the route I have traveled on, In some way I must thank her. For without her throwing me into the pits of depression, I would not have climbed out as a knowledgeable gentleman of game. This route has given me personal growth, fulfillment and a sense of worth as a human being, and most importantly, it has given me fulfillment as a man. While some spit on this route, and wish that I would have turned around, I was determined to get to my destination, and the destination has been far more fulfilling than any praise I have received from acting feminine.
The route backwards has been the best thing I have ever embarked on.
Awhile back a gentleman I am close with told me he completely quit watching porn. I kind of laughed, in a way that asserted he was being a pussy, and asked him why? He explained that porn was killing his motivation and ability to get things done. I quickly recollected all of the things I had been accomplishing and doing and dismissed his claim, and just assumed this was a scapegoat for his own laziness. I whole-heartedly believed that I was right to resume watching porn, masturbate, and through the process try to accomplish my normal business as usual until I reflected and realized I was only accomplishing the bare minimum. I would sell drugs, read game material, work on a bit of artwork and most of all masturbate to porn. I was convinced because I was on my way to college that this was ok, and that I might as well enjoy all the free porn out there… even though during my indulgence in porn, I was fantasizing about fucking a real woman. To be fair, I would go out at night and I would approach women, but it was always forced and it was the way I convinced myself that all my time spent reading game material was not wasted. Until I saw no results.
Then I spent a week out of town at my close cousins. I was always in the way of someone and rarely did I have any alone time here. I could not masturbate. At first it was excruciating, I felt animalistic, like I HAD to release… but I could not. My cousin and I ended up attending a night club, and for the first time ever I did not feel like I had to approach, but that I NEEDED to approach. I was truly motivated, and being sexual with a woman felt natural almost. My results were beautiful and for the first time I felt like I effortlessly grabbed a number from a girl. It was different from the feeling of struggling and hoping that a girl would accept my seduction rather then her falling into it from my pure masculinity.
There are a lot of gentleman like myself who stumble into pick up and understand it, but rarely apply it because to some degree they feel sexually satisfied. Porn will satisfy you sexually, but not in the way that a petite blond with big lips and a nice ass will when she is riding your cock. Porn will satisfy your sexual hunger just enough so you do not approach and will have you rationalizing that you just were not in “state” to approach in the first place, but that you will be next time, regardless of the fact that you will regret it the second you put a porn film on.
When you masturbate so frequently your built up testosterone simmers down, and your testosterone is what gives you your masculine urges and determination to do great things. When my gentleman friend quit watching porn and in turn calmed down masturbating, he for the first time in his life experienced successes with women, and this was without him learning game, but out of his desire to want women that came naturally when you have all that pent up testosterone.
It seems some sectors of the manosphere have been ok with the idea of porn as long as it is not stifling your game. I disagree and fully believe that game theorists and practitioners need to place a greater emphasis on not watching porn and not masturbating, and while I know a lot of gentleman of game have said this, I think this focus on no-porn/no-masturbation alone is a bigger motivation for gentleman to approach woman than the conventional inner-game changing ideologies that I see floating around . Not to say that most gentleman of game do not advocate the no-masturbation-porn approach, but I would argue that a lack of motivation in some sectors of the manosphere community derives from the easily access of porn on the internet.
Now one can take from this that masturbation, not porn, is the culprit. I disagree. By being able to see women naked so easily, the thrill of the hunt is somewhat gone. You go straight from them being there in a school girl outfit to being undressed and fed some gentleman’s cock all within the span of ten minutes. A seduction takes a bit longer than that, but if you are able to get the same result, and that is a woman undressed and fucking (minus the real physical connection), then psychologically why would you as a man seek out the same thing in real life? Especially since you can do something incredibly similar all on your own in the comfort of your masturbation den.
However, by removing yourself from the readily available streams of porn on the internet, you will now give yourself more determination to want to de-clothe and fuck a girl in real life since you are not getting that constant image easily like you did when you took to the internet. In turn, taking action to get a girl sexual is no longer a mouse click away, but it is now a principle of opening your mouth and actively sexualizing a woman.
For beginners, and gentleman who are struggling with a momentum of approaches, remove yourself from masturbation and remove yourself from porn. As my gentleman-friend would attest, quitting porn was the single-biggest game changer for him when it came to women. Also, look at it this way, McDonalds offers our primitive side the same caloric intake that a freshly hunted deer would, but as early humans we were unable to constantly eat meat so it became a commodity we lusted after. With modern society though, we still have primitive urges such as eating high calorie meats, and due to excess we can satisfy that urge through something like McDonalds. Doing it all the time however results in one getting unhealthy and fat, and you must remember, we did NOT eat high calorie meals all the time because we could not, but we did crave them. Porn is the exact same thing. We want to have sex all the time, but due to hunting or work, we cannot. Porn however, offers that fulfillment any time we get a spare chance to be alone.
Do not turn sex into a McDonalds, but savor it like a fine wine that is to be enjoyed after a hard days work. Seduction is work, but testosterone is the tool belt that makes that work possible.