“Mother, tell your children not to walk my way”

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Last week I received this e mail from a reader about the game and wanting some insight. It was a very convincing letter and it seemed like the writer wanted what all of us men want, knowledge about women. As if once he gets what he’s looking for some how or another his life will be complete or better in some way. Sometimes I’m out with the Rookie and he’s having an off night and I hear the frustration in his voice and I secretly smile inside and think back to when I first started.

Back in those days I remember how excited I was just to get a phone number in a weekend (and that’s counting Thursday). If I told you my strike out percentage you’d probably stop reading right now. But back then there was a rush about it, a newness, it felt so good when somehow I was saying the right things and then somehow or another a girl went back to my place on rare occasion. But things can change.

The thing is that you stay in this game long enough and one of the first things to go is excitement. A man can become so methodical, X’s and O’s. I went out one night this weekend on Saturday and got four numbers. Witness say I was on fire that night. Three or four years ago I’d be on cloud nine at this point. But as soon as I woke up Sunday morning disillusionment set in. Even if I did have time (and I don’t) in a perfect world how the hell could I see four girls in one week (there’s a way). But that’s just more work for me. The reality is that for a guy to increase his chance of getting one date in this city he has to pull three to five numbers in a weekend. If you pull five, two will not pick up, call back or text back. One will be flaky and play text games, one will maybe meet you out here and there and finally the last will actually show up to the date.

For me 90% of success on the first date is simply getting the girl to materialize at the location, it’s like herding fucking cats. Speaking of dates, I don’t get excited as much as I used to about them anymore. They’ve somehow become this false routine that I’ve memorized. I already know what I’m going to wear, I already know the topics of conversation I’ll speak on, I already know how I’m going to try to get back to her place. I’m pretty sure that women at my age already know the same things only in the end they already know the excuses why I can’t come back.

The second thing to go is the sex or the joy from it. The more sex you have the more you realize how bad most girls are at it. Honest to blog I’ve been banging a girl and thinking about going home to masturbate (there is something very sad and disturbing about that last statement, not to self make appointment to see therapist).

The last thing that goes is the beauty of women. This might prove how green I was but I used to walk around and see so many “beautiful” women in DC. When I described them I’d use that term “beautiful”, like some kid who just saw his first sunrise or snowfall ever. I rarely use that term anymore, I don’t allow those words to leave my lips. It gets worse than not seeing though. My boys, the guys that have really been in the game for more than a decade, it’s like they can’t see past the flaws. It got so bad with this one guy I’d think that the girl was a perfect ten and I swear he’d complain about “the start of future crows feet”… WTF?!? WTF does crows feet have to do with anything! Can you fuck crows feet, I’m saying? Point being he’d find any flaw in any woman and every woman he was with…. even if he had to make it up. We become sharks, keep moving.

On this blog and others like it, I know at times it sounds so glamours. The women, the late nights, the adventures, swinger parties. But all you get to hear about is the victories and how it is when things go the right way. Nobody blogs about the strikeouts, insane bar tabs and trips to the free clinic. Nobody writes about cold leads, the lonely cab rides home, angry boyfriends/ husbands calling your phone one minute threatening to kill you the next minute crying and wanting to know what really happened, the truth. There is disappointment in a vagina and that’s all the truth you need to know about women. Please believe me there is a price you pay for this, it’s not free, and often it’s your humanity.

Now ask yourself, do you really want it, this and everything that comes with it? I can show you the way through the door, but ask The Rookie, the game is cold son, ice cold on the other side.



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  1. spaceman on September 29, 2009 12:22 pm

    vk, i feel the same way man. I fucked my share of girls and what does it really mean?

    I think I am over the game, I started out trying to have some sort of success with women, and now I have some…. but is this the kind of success I want?

    I need to meet a good girl and get out of this stupid ass game.

  2. Commentor on September 29, 2009 12:31 pm

    Yes, I want this otherwise I’d always be wondering.

  3. Lemmonex on September 29, 2009 1:39 pm

    Cumdumpsters don’t bring you soup when you are sick; true story.

  4. T. AKA Ricky Raw on September 29, 2009 1:49 pm

    Cumdumpsters don’t bring you soup when you are sick; true story.

    Yeah but they’ll blow you back to good health.

  5. scottstev on September 29, 2009 2:23 pm

    I think you hit on some real truths here. There is disappointment in a vagina. But in a woman, a complete human being, there’s imperfections but you’ll find someone you’ll know and care about as much as a best friend or family member.

    The is that sex is usually B-, C+ until you get comfortable with your partner. In my not extensive experience, a girl might try something new early in a relationship, but she really won’t let go until she feels completely safe. Then when she jumps without a net, it’s amazing.

  6. Dagny on September 29, 2009 3:42 pm

    Eloquent.

  7. kerouac on September 29, 2009 3:45 pm

    The game can be cold, but at the same time it can be a relief. Coming out of two successive long term relations, I have to admit, it’s a breath of fresh air.

    I like going out with different girls, and I like knowing the level of freedom I have. Yeah, there are certain lonely nights, but going out and making out with a random hot chick is a sort of stress reliever.

    I can definitely see this getting old, at least the going out to bars/clubs/whatever, but meeting new women will never get old. I still enjoy the fun first date. I don’t think I am getting sick of that part anytime soon.

    As for a long term plan, I can see myself getting a wife eventually, starting a family, etc, but also having a few girlfriends on the side. That’s the way it was done in the past and that’s the way it will continue to happen. Girls on the side is what makes a marriage work, i think.

  8. Roosh on September 29, 2009 4:35 pm

    I’m reading this and i’m nodding, up and down up and down.

    But I wouldn’t change a thing and I’ll tell you why: the alternative sucks. Being too scared to approach a girl you are attracted to sucks. Not getting laid sucks. Being with a girl you don’t want because you don’t think you can do better sucks. There’s lonely nights in frustration in game for sure, but there’s even more without game.

    Think of how you were before game. Would you go back? I wouldn’t. I don’t even have to think about it.

    When you get good at something things become more robotic. It’s a compliment to your skill. You think a basketball player gets meaning from another playoff win after he’s had dozens? He’s just doing it, because he’s good at it and that’s what he does, while guys with beer bellies at home watch and root him on.

    Deep inside we’re still capable of an emotional connection with a woman, but it doesn’t happen because we know our worth and we know theirs and we decide that it’s not worth it. Not yet, anyway. Life is long.

  9. Entropy on September 29, 2009 5:09 pm

    Ricky Raw, Roosh, VK. Damn sons!

    The crow feet…i will bet two naira/kobo that is Roissy. Hehehe.

    Sorry man, i wont change a thing. Fresh, new, hot pussy never gets old. Do this till you die.

  10. kerouac on September 29, 2009 7:27 pm

    “the start of future crows feet”

    Straight from Scott Baio is 45… and Single

  11. The Rookie on September 29, 2009 8:35 pm

    I gotta disagree. All I post about are failures. lol but for real though, the grass is always greener. All we can do is accept it, expect it, and laugh when it turns out to be true.

    Roosh is dead on right. W/out game, every night is a lonely night.

    I think that goals are important. Jordan always needed motivation to work harder, and he’d get it every now and then when some hot-shot rookie would challenge him. He needed those challenges. Perhaps there are just too many mudturtles in your life?? LOL

  12. The Rookie on September 29, 2009 8:38 pm

    @ Lemmonex

    A girlfriend won’t necessarily do that either. Some don’t even cook well. Keeping a guy is a lost art. Go ask my exes.

  13. Glengarry on September 29, 2009 11:49 pm

    Well damn, you still got your chops. (Including the picture. Oh ha ha, I laugh weakly. Chewing up that apple was totally worth it.)

  14. Lisa on September 30, 2009 2:09 pm

    Pardon me for being lame, but I think that whatever you might have lost, you still have your heart.

  15. L'Emmerdeur on September 30, 2009 4:42 pm

    You guys are all about the numbers. I’m not criticizing here. It is a great hobby, lifestyle, whatever you want to call it.

    Some of us don’t want or need four numbers in a single night. Some of us just want to have sex with a handful of different girls every year, because a well-rounded life includes this along with a solid, fun career that makes you happy, some sort of tribal connection (usually family), and personal interests or hobbies.

    The Catch-22 seems to be that for most of us, to get that handful of girls into our bed every year, we have to try to get 40 or 50 girls into that bed. Do that over a few years, and more likely than not, you are bound to get better at it, and your hit rate goes up… which leads to what seems to be your current predicament.

    Do what Roissy tells fat girls to do. If you are full, step away from the table. And don’t eat every last Big Mac you find. Up your game, and stick to gourmet.

    Look at the career of Maradona: when he first started out, he was a whirling dervish on the field. He was EVERYWHERE during a game, making 30+ attempts to get 1-3 goals. As he matured, his energy levels went down (the cocaine only helped so much), but his wisdom and his experience more than made up for it. By the end of his career, he was making 5 or 6 attempts to score the same 1-3 goals.

    Your problem seems to be you are still making the 30+ attempts, and scoring 10-12 goals.

  16. collegeboy on September 30, 2009 6:13 pm
  17. Ruby on October 1, 2009 1:02 am

    I think what is being expressed here by everyone is a conflict of interests in the greater community of Pick-Up.

    One PUA, who’s name escapes me, blogged about it previously:

    Quantities PUAs vs Qualities PUAs

    Quantities PUAs desire a rotating staple of many women at their beck and call. The danger here IS self-consumption: either in the pursuit to the exclusion of a normal life or cynicism to the creation of social misanthropy.

    Qualities PUAs desire monogamous or serial monogamous relationships with women that they feel meet their standards and conform to their lifestyle. The danger in this school of Pick-Up is naively and prematurely falling for a woman due to lack of experience with women’s seduction methods and developing “Game” more slowly than Quantities PUAs.

    Really, this dichotomy is as old as the “Game” itself. Neither philosophy is superior to the other — One may be more desirable for the younger years and the other more advantageous as one ages on.

    Personally, I just wish there were more bloggers and PUGs discussing and teaching LTR/Qualities Game. Just knowing how to successfully and joyfully manage relationships will probably appeal to more men in the general populace than harem-making…

  18. steve lurkel on October 2, 2009 11:34 am

    damn, vk, this feels like an ending.

  19. Tyler on October 2, 2009 6:11 pm

    I know where you’re coming from VK. Sometimes I catch myself feeling the same way…but then I slap myself in the face. It’s true that numbers, dates and even sex has lost some of its novelty, but that’s life. There are worse things to be bored of. All it means is that you have to push yourself, change things up a bit. Make it a goal to find a few bisexual girls…So far I haven’t been getting bored of having threesomes.

    Or find a girlfriend and watch how fast you miss your old single life…

  20. literally laughing on October 3, 2009 8:28 am

    So “90% of first date success is just getting the girl to show up” and “most girls are bad at sex”…

    And you aren’t noticing the common denominator here?

  21. alliemarien on October 4, 2009 9:00 pm

    the best way to get better at anything it through trial and error. i used to be the worst cook, but from my mistakes came triumph. i’m guessing one guy i met this weekeend hasn’t had much practice. he’s so nervous all the time.

  22. Marquis on October 20, 2009 6:44 pm

    some serious topics for insight. experience in game teaches some harsh lessons indeed. hadn’t thought about how jaded success in terms of game can make you/someone.
    -you’ll be glad to know your site is blocked by my work as adult content.

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