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Meanwhile in Belgium

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I’ve been in Belgium for the past week, in a hostel, on a vacation/tour of the country. My camera died on the second or third day, but my internet finally started working reliably. Hence this post. Not much has happened game-wise, though I did meet man in a bookstore the other day and we instantly connected and spoke for over an hour until I had to leave. I got his email and will remain in contact with him. He has similar view points to mine, and has been through similar things, though I am not sure if he is red pill. Koanic Soul, would have lots to tell you about that. The conversation went from talking about stereotypical Russian business practices to him telling me that I had an aura around me and a look in my eyes that I would be going places. Curious, I asked why and the conversation went famously from there.

Pictures are a bitch to upload with this internet it seems. I’ll put some up as soon as I can.

~Wald

Follow Up: Anti-Flaking Idea

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So, the other day, the Mexican girl flaked. Unsurprisingly in retrospect.

I send her a text after I got the bar:

I’m not far

Sorry I am not going tonight. Have fun.

Where I come from, you send a text ahead of time if you’re not going.

They second text didn’t do anything. I’m pretty sure it sounded butthurt. But I sent it trying to find a good way to shame the flaking phenomenon. Reflecting on the issue, I think I have it:

Sorry I am not going tonight. Have fun.

Wierdo.

What? Why is that wierd?

I thought normal girls text ahead of time if they don’t show up…

*Hamsterism*

Something along those lines, making her feel wierd, using her herd instinct against her.

What do you all think?

~Wald

An Evolution In [Text] Game

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Short post today because I’m busy tonight (and this week) in general:

Yesterday, while walking back from a museum I went to for an excursion assignment from class, I saw a cute girl walking towards me on the way back to the S-Bahn station. I stopped her:

“Entschuldigung, weisst du wo die S-Bahn ist?”

“Excuse me, do you know where the street train is?”

“Nein, weiss nicht. Kann nicht so gut Deusch.”

No, I don’t know. I can’t speak very good German”

Of course I knew where the station, but nevertheless I switched to English. We got to talking as I asked where she was from and what she was doing in my city. Turns out she was from Mexico and was in Berlin on vacation, though she is studying in Ireland to improve her English. I told her a little bit of my deal in return and then told her that I planned to make a trip to Mexico in the summer, or near future, but that I know nothing about Mexico. I told her that tomorrow I’ll take her somewhere she hasn’t been before and then she can tell me about Mexico.

I handed my phone to her for her to type her number in. When calling her number appeared to not work, I typed my number into her phone and called my phone from hers. Success. I asked if she had a camera and took a photo of us together when she replied affirmatively. If I had known how to attach that number to me calling her or texting her (to come up when I do so, I would have done that as well). Hat-tip to Makaveli for that.

We briefly discussed farewell customs (how many kisses on the cheek and Western girls shaking hands with men) and then said our good byes.

Today I tried to call her. No dice. I quickly remembered that my stubborn generation refuses to call. I waited roughly a little over and hour and texted:

“Oi! I’m going to Mehringdamm tonight. What time are you able to meet me there?”

In the past I would have asked if she wanted to go out. Or if she still wanted to go. Instead, there was a subtle assumption that she was going. She replied in 15 seconds.

Her: “I don’t know where is that?”

Me: “If you look on the S-Bahn map, it is two stops from Yorkstraße”

Her: “Ok, I’ll try to go. If I go, I’ll text you.”

When I was writing this post, I hadn’t yet texted her. I sent:

“I’ll meet you at the station at around 2000hrs. Wear something nice.”

We met not far from here.

We’ll see how this plays out. Worst case, I will have enjoyed a beer and some pool games.

~Wald

On Mastery

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A small reflection on mastery. I think it is, in part, an obsession.

A while back, last year, I became damn near obsessed with learning how to play Mad World on the piano:

For a while I used something similar to this tutorial to learn how to play. I learn how to do the first verse. It turned out to be simplified and inaccurate. I also did not have enough patience to sit down and play the song over and over. I was distracted by girls too.

Now that I’ve been in Germany for a while, this song has been stuck in my head. Two weeks ago I sat down to practice it for a hour or two hours straight. I learned how to do each part and eventually put it together. At first, it was tough, but I stuck with it because I could not get the song out of my head. I used the video below to learn, and I learned the song within a week, when it took me up to three months to learn a song before.

I would practice each part until I got it down pat and then would learn the next part. Then I would play the song over and over and over, alternating between really fast, really slow, and somewhere in between. At this point, I can play the song almost completely with my eyes closed. If it weren’t for the second verse changing up on me, I could play it blind.

I can’t get the song out of my head. I just have to play it. Every day I play this song. Even old songs I learned, I can remember them in a few play throughs, with muscle memory and sound memory.

~Wald

Connect Four Is a Deeper Game Than You May Think

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I’ve been playing connect with my host mother a lot in the past month. We always play connect four during a meal. Most of the time she loses. In fact, she rarely wins a game. She does not see the traps I lay for her and how I never fall for hers. Sometimes, she’ll plug in a disk so that she only needs one more disk to get four in a row. I see these every time.

I do the same thing. But when uses a disk to block my four in a row, I’ve got another four in a row right above it, winning me the game.

Most of the time I do a double ‘X’ formation which is my standard. I never let her get more than two pieces in a row if I can, or make it so that she only has room for three. I block her and keep in mind how my placed piece can help form the connecting line to win the game. Because the disparity in skill is relatively high, I make it a hobby to try and make a connect four that has as many different connections as possible. On one game I got a full double X.  The last game I tried this, I caused a draw when I could have already won on two different occasions because I was too single-minded on the task to realize that our turn order would have me disable the very trap I set. Any attempts to make the trap a double set of connect fours so that I would win no matter was and I assumed I’d win anyway.

I have been trying to teach my host mother some tricks, even prolonging games I’d already have won to illustrate points. Progress has been slow, but the last five games she really made me fight for victory and at one point, made the game last to a draw.

Here are a few pictures to make some of my points, even though they not from an actual game:

The above is the easiest fork in the game is you catch your opponent napping. I try to do this to my opponent in as many variations as possible.

Here’s a picture of when I show off because I’m sure I can win.

Here is a simple view of my signature move. I can win in either space, the green dot or the red dot. Usually, I’m a dick and I fill in the blank so that my opponent blocks the green dot, and I connect the red dot, connecting two ranks of four because it’s that more fun. The only move my opponent could pull off in this non-in-game footage shot is to add a blue chip on top of the stack of two on the left and hope I don’t see it to steal the win. But I always do. In game, I’m a bit of a sadist in that I try to block my opponents moves a step or two in advance so that they don’t even have a chance of connecting three, let alone four. Then, I try to force my opponent to pick which arrangement of four I want him to lose by.

While Chess is infinitely more complex than this game and teaches many more lessons, the one thing I can say about connect four, is that even if it looks as if you have no way of winning, there is always a way.

Keep your eyes open.

~Wald

A Self Analysis of My Game

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I have been meaning to do this post for a while. The primary idea is to highlight my faults and weaknesses so I can no longer consciously avoid fixing or working around them without the mental pain of regret of actions not taken. In theory, once I acknowledge my weaknesses, I should have no choice but to work them out. Comments from the Three Bromigos, about what they’ve briefly seen of me are welcome. Maybe they’ll tell me I’m full of shit (not being honest enough with myself). On with the execution.

I’ll start off with what I know – I’ve been aware of game for a little over three years. It seems like forever to me (since the tail end of eleventh grade). I’ve been putting what I can into practice since then and have started to see some real results in the tail end of last year (October – December 2012).

In my first year I went from 0 to 0. My second year I went from 0 to 1. My third year I went from 1 to 4, with a funny story to boot (you’ll hear about it later). I’m progressing, though I’m not progressing very fast.

First the first year and second, I could say that I was just beginning to learn game and therefore not much should be expected. I suffered from paralysis by analysis. I didn’t do enough and over thought everything. The especially goes for the last oneitis I had (and those in the know would laugh at the pun). It is un-endingly ironic that she was the relationship I consciously used game in but didn’t not vindicate my new found knowledge.

In the third year, especially after it got worse with my oneitis, but better with my game, Unfortunately, my second year in university I found myself in the same pussy purgatory as the year before (which may have probably exasperated my oneitis). Knowing this, I ventured into online game. I messaged hundreds of girls. Met up with probably six and fucked two of them. Not a bad ratio for online, with one of the girls being better looking in real life than in photos (which is all but an impossibility). I made do with this game because my environment didn’t allow me to do much else, other than a couple of controlled red pill experiments. Overtime it became very efficient, and I may or may not have a few pleasantries awaiting my return home due to my efforts.

However, in this new year, two months have gone by and nothing changed. Okay, well that’s a lie. I’m studying abroad in Germany. I’ve got a bunch of plans but have not made much progress on any of them. The online game well has dried up. And I’ve only been making excuses not to go out and day game.

It’s a repeat of highschool. While my strong ability to analyze allows me to self evaluate my past failures and learn from them and correct my behavior, it is probably my biggest weakness in a reversal of the usual tired cliché in that I spend a lot of time thinking, dreaming even, instead of going out and taking what I want.

I’ve no real experience cold approaching girls and I have never gone out with the sole intention of doing so. I’ve done a bunch of indirect approaches out of curiosity, but it is not my nature yet. I’ve missed opportunities because I couldn’t see them in the past and now I miss them because I have gotten off my ass to go take advantage of them. When I have something that may as well have fallen in my lap, I’m not completely “on” to take advantage of it. I think game, but I do not live and breathe it yet.

One weakness is night game. I can talk sure, but I can’t dance and clubs are my worst enemy. I don’t hate clubbing, but if it weren’t for my friends who love it, I would. Normally, I’d find friends who didn’t like clubbing, but these guys are my best friends and they’re all good with women. They add value to my life whether teaching me something about getting girls or being fun to hang out with. Currently I’m taking steps to improve my dancing ability through Salsa class and sometime my confidence in dancing should improve too. I’m way to self conscious about, even though I know that in the end, nobody fucking cares that I don’t know how to dance (okay the girls a bit).

When a girl doesn’t know how to dance, I can kill it. With the knowledge I can dance better than her (if only marginally), I set about teaching her. I did it with a Thai girl who I later dropped at a school dance. I taught her moves, taught her how to act on my commands for various moves, and even did a show for American girls who loved my dominance. If I had told the Thai girl to be my girlfriend that night, my will would have been done. My roommates later to told me to not have sex on the dance floor. The other factor may have been that I knew everybody at the school and they all gave me props because I have a reputation at the school that is getting truer every day. I guess you could say it is a home court advantage as I have always done well at these school dances.

Another weakness is speaking and congruity. I still don’t know who I am or who I want to be, in regards to what fits for getting with girls. With foreign girls, I am a confident, well traveled American, in good shape, who’ll be an officer. Most of the time. That is my most consistent persona I guess. I just can’t really decide on my style. I’m a big talker once I get comfortable with somebody and I am a mute with people I don’t know and am not comfortable around (or just getting to know). I have an admiration for men of few, but powerful and valuable words. Somehow I manage only the extremes, which my Brazilian friend says is too crazy sometimes and scares the girls away.

However, this does make it fun when a girl is trying to figure me out. If I can’t then she hasn’t got a snowball in hell’s chance of figuring me out. My favorite thing to do is have a girl guess where I’m from. They never guess that I’m from the U.S. and when I finally let it slip that I am, it seems that they think my parents are from elsewhere and highly suspicious of how American I am.

Well, it appears this turned into a bit of ranting stream of thought. It needed to be said and it has been, at least.

I suppose a short summary is in order:

1. I don’t know how to cold approach. I need to approach more girls.

2. I don’t know how to dance. I need to keep up with Salsa.

3. I think too much. Instead of wasting time thinking about past mistakes, I need to go make new ones and learn from those.

~Wald

My Love Hate Relationship with Facebook

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The other week, I wrote a post called, A Small Thought On Facebook. Blogger Aneroid Ocean, commented thusly:

I’ve never understood the whole “I want to delete my facebook” thought process. Sure, there’s some major downsides to it, but overall if you employ judicious security settings and keep your whore-friending to a minimum it can be pretty useful and can be a great networking tool.

When I said I’d examine the long story with facebook, I was hoping I could uncover an email I sent to Delusion Damage a while ago with my thoughts on the subject. Unfortunately, he has since not replied to my request to see it after I realized I used his contact form and therefore had no copy of my thoughts saved for myself. However, I believe I can still articulate my thoughts on the subject. You see, I have a love hate relationship with Facebook. On one hand, Facebook is great for keeping in touch with friends. Without Facebook, I probably would have lost a bunch of friends to my history including some of my best friends. I am also able to keep up with some of my family and annoy my sister by continually posting links to various manosphere pieces or ridiculous examples of FRA.

However, I feel like Facebook also degrades your relationships with people. God forbid you post “in a relationship”. Suddenly, all your friends are privy to the drama that is your relationship. It’s more dramatic when you break up and if you cheat or she cheats on you, people squawk squawk sqauwk. Facebook is no friend of the player. But even worse, Facebook degrades the friendships of yours that have value. You take it for granted that can contact any of your best friends at a moment’s notice. You talk to them less because you’re busy and because you’ve got nothing more to talk about. And when you finally do meet, you have this weird conversation where you want to catch up but it’s weird because they’ve been Facebook stalking you and kind of know your story anyway.

Facebook makes you lazy and makes that crucial element to miss someone, that is, separation, quite trivial indeed. And I still think we are only seeing some of the negative side affects.

~Wald

Why I Do Not Make Posts on Government

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A lot of manosphere blogs discuss government and the various injustices purveyed by the ‘just-us’ system. Sometimes one might find an honest journalist who is doing his job.

While I am an avid reader on these issues, to keep myself informed, I do not blog about them. Reflecting on this fact, I wonder why I do not do this and I have found that I have a multitude of reasons to do so.

Despite my many strong opinions, I find myself not being able to fully articulate what I believe or why I believe it. Often when I comment about politics online I can have a reasonable discussion, mostly with red pill people, who know the whole story when I speak and liberally sprinkle the conversation with manosphere terms, themes, and tropes. When I speak in public, I immediately regret it. I feel like I cannot adequately explain myself because I must explain the whole story and convince my audience of things I hold self-evident to explain my point. Secondly, when I think about where I get most of my political data, I get it from blogs. While I do trust these blogs and the manosphere to be legitimate sources, the fact remains that I am still getting my information second hand soures and am not pouring over data or deciphering political editorials myself. Therefore, I do not consider myself credible enough to engage in serious political debate. For all the disgust I have of feminists and so-called “liberals” of today, engaging in circle-jerks, intellectual masturbation, and drinking each other’s political brand of koolaide or haterade, I pretty much do the same think. Yikes!

The second reason I do not speak on government issues, is that I believe that it does not benefit me much. That is to say, there are people like Bill Powell or Keoni Galt who have already been speaking the subject longer than I would have and do a better job than I would do anyway. Speaking on government, I imagine, would therefore not bring me a larger audience I think. Speaking on government will not improve my life. At least, I neither am in a position nor do I have the means to do much about the problem that is government. I can do what I can protect myself against government policy, but even that is mostly common sense and keeping my opinion to myself when it is prudent to do so. I am better qualified to speak on game, and even then I am not that qualified, yet. The point is, speaking about game and working on that actively improves my life whereas highlighting the faults of government consumes time. Lots and lots of time. The last thing I want to become, with my addictive personality, is a man consumed by speaking on government. I know myself. I could easily become the spooked shadow of his former self, searching for government conspiracy and see the Illuminati everywhere I look. This is not to bash on those people who do speak on government, or their views, this is simply knowing myself.

However, while we’re on the topic of government, does the Christopher Dorner episode remind anyone of the movie, Law Abiding Citizen?

~Wald