So, some quick thoughts on the state of my game.

At the moment, I am on the tip end of the spearhead of success I believe is coming my way. I am plus one for a total of five.

At the moment, I realize I still have not gotten with a lot of girls. I still brag to nearly all and sundry if I am really excited about a particular bang or thing I learned a bunch. At this stage of the game, I suppose it’s not a bad thing. It’s quite normal actually. I just gotta remember who I tell what so I don’t cock-block myself in the future from not growing out of the habit (or taming it somewhat).

I have progress on over-coming last-minute resistance. I am still slowly getting better.

I would say that overall, my biggest problem now, is a lack of experience and the attendant problems with that. I am still learning how to reliably get past last-minute resistance. I am still learning how to reliably lead a girl to make me finish the way I want. I am not good at getting a girl off. I have probably focused on the mind more than the body. I suppose I think that if I have the mind, the body will follow. Still, it’s not a bad problem to have.

Mostly I am focusing on getting mine. Enjoying myself. Getting what I want. I pay little attention to the wants and needs of my counterpart in comparison. I do not go down on girls and probably never will get into that much. I am still experimenting with how dominating, domineering, and how much of an asshole I can be. I don’t apologize for my own desires and am no longer ashamed for fantasies and sharing them with women.

My confidence has surged and the disbelief on the part of my family helps a lot. My sister thinks I am a monster. And now I don’t have to answer so many questions.

Dad -“So [Wald] – how tall is this girl?”

Me – “About a head taller than me.”

Dad – “How does that work for you?”

Sister – “[Wald] unfortunately has an answer for that question.”

Me – [Smile from ear to ear]

As for problems – I have no major problems at the moment. I still need to work on Salsa, but I am not in a good place for it now. Good thing I’ve got plenty life to live, still.

~Wald

Things have changed since my last Self Analysis of My Game.

Looking at my checklist I have accomplished two out of three:

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

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. [Accomplished]

I’ve been talking to more people on the streets. More girls of course, but anybody and everybody. If I get curious I follow it. I try not to let too much time elapse or I may get caught up in my own head, but generally I have been more extroverted on the street. I can’t say I have gotten laid from this – but I am sure it is good practice and if I keep it up, I shall be rewarded for my efforts. If anything it makes me more outgoing and is fun.

I have not kept up with Salsa. Mostly because I’ve been too lazy to go and I got sick for two weeks where I didn’t feel up to it. In hindsight I should have told my weak flesh to fuck off and have gone anyway. I’ll have to do some catch up this summer.

I’ve been thinking somewhat less I suppose. The biggest innovation is I stop fighting it. I let it pass or distract myself by thinking of something else. This allows thoughts and emotions to wash over me, like a rock, instead of bowling me over like a sapling tree caught in a hurricane.

Now I see a new problem on the horizon. Getting numbers is no longer than hard for me.  Getting girls to a place to bang is not so hard. What is hard however, is escalation. Escalation is a sticking point for me. I’ve noticed that I’ve mostly encountered this problem with younger girls 18 years old or around my age. Girls above 26 are no problem to escalate.  But with younger girls I don’t escalate as fast as I could.

I think half the reason is that I enjoy the initial seduction leading up to the kiss. The knowledge that a girl wants to kiss me and I can kiss her at my leisure is intoxicating. But the other half is I am afraid. Not of the kiss – but of what comes after. I have no experience or even real clue on how to defeat last-minute resistance because I’ve never really encountered any before. I’m not sure how to push past it and or make a girl really emotional and horny before she can get back into logical thinking and resist me. And I’m not sure how to “practice” without incurring undesirable consequences. With a foreign girl I worry less – but with an American girl I still hold back.

I guess it may also be the case that I have higher standards, expecting girls to put out right away. But I have neither the experience nor the skill that comes with it in these endeavor. I also lack the unwavering confidence in this arena which hampers my progress for sure.

So my next checklist:

1. I need to acquire more notches/flags to attain more experience.

2. I should act completely confident even if I am not. The practice of not freaking out when things don’t go my way initially will be very helpful.

3. I need to learn more about last-minute resistance to understand before I can reliably conquer it.

~Wald

I was talking with Matt Forney the other day, and conversation hit the topic of kids who need to get beaten more often.

I see a lot of kids who I think should have gotten beaten more as children. Or bullied. Or something. I was not beaten as a child, but my father did spank me. His word, was law. Didn’t want to eat my peas?

SMACK! From across the table.

I ate every last one. Every last damn pea.

Had the gall to interrupt conversation?

SMACK! Onto the floor I went.

I was silent for the rest of the night.

It got to the point where he didn’t even have to smack me anymore. He’d look at me and I’d already be cowering inside. One day, my sister told on me because I ate all the icing of the top of his cake. I hid underneath my bed the whole day.

The best part was when I was getting punished for something and I tried to run away.

See, my Dad’s a stand-up guy. He’d spank me thrice for the punishment I rightly deserved and then three times that amount for trying to run away.

The quickest way I learned to avoid the book, open hand, or a long, thin switch, was to either do no evil, or to not get caught doing it. Unfortunately, I was not good at not getting caught. Fortunately, my sister was worse.

She probably still talks about how I didn’t get spanked enough as a kid. And I just laugh because her dumbass probably got me out of more trouble than I ever could by myself.

My secret was that I paid real good attention once the screams penetrated the thin walls that separated our rooms and I made sure not to do what she did.

~Wald

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

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