Why is Pickup So Hard?

Picking up girls can be easy, but usually pickup is really hard.

Looking back on my epic nice guy gone pickup/douchebag adventure, I’ve noticed patterns, or more so, the lack of patterns. It seems no matter what tactic I employ to get a girl in my bed—the results are predictably random and often terribly frustrating beyond reason.

I may meet a girl that seems like future marriage material. We bond so quickly and on such deep levels, and then I text her and never receive a reply. Or I meet a chick at a bar by saying, “I hate you,” and we’re banging two hours later. I’ll go out again and do the exact same thing and get yelled at.

It’s really hard (without social status) to have a woman you meet randomly agree to meet with you, and actually follow through with her word. I don’t care how good you think your game is. It’s unpredictable. It’s unlikely.

There is a reason why myself, and other wanna be players strive so hard to get same night sex. For some it’s because they just want a quick and easy bang, nothing more. But for the vast majority it’s because deep down they know that a phone number don’t mean shit. That number will never convert and all that time you spent approaching women was nothing more than a decent memory for mental masturbation.

So at a certain point I decided to stop getting numbers, and started saying things like, “I have an awesome fish tank at my place. Let’s go.” Replace fish tank with: Alcohol, drugs, video games, food, music—it doesn’t matter. But instead of a number, go for a pull. Bring the girl home!

If you get a girl to your house there is a good chance you will see her again. If you bang her, there is a MUCH better chance.

In my experience, if you don’t try for sex, you won’t see her again.

Thus, due to an enormous amount of phone game flakery and girls I bring home but don’t sleep with and never hear from again…I was re- born, the player.

Yes women…you create the player. Your fickle, indecisive and flaky behaviour battle hardens men to expect failure and in turn makes us not give a fuck so that when it does happen far too easily (social circle not included) we figure we just “got lucky.” Then men hang on to you soooooo hard and eventually scare you off with neediness. It’s because it’s so bloody hard to even get a girl to talk to you (again). Getting laid is like winning the lottery.

In all my years, how many women stopped talking to me because I moved too fast and tried to fuck them too early? Maybe two or three.

How many women did I lose because I didn’t even try to have sex with them? Lots. Too freaking many.

So for us ladies men, it comes down to a numbers game. How many women you meet and how many you lay as quickly as possible. Because if you don’t get them the day or night you meet them, you probably won’t ever hear from those girls again. And the media has taught us to take it slow, buy romantic dinners and flowers and be respectful. Brainwashing. Lies! Women want to be swept off their feet and royally seduced. Let some friend of a friend of a friend buy them supper at The Keg and go for a kiss on the doorstep. Real men get blowjobs on the first date.

Guys ask me how they can stay motivated to go out and meet girls after so many nights of failure. If you have this problem think about this: If you approached one hundred women, do you think at least ONE of those girls would sleep with you? Trust me, there is some drunk and slutty girl out there waiting for your dick.

You get that one in a hundred slut. So you feel awesome. You approach eighty and get another. This one is a bit hotter, and less drunk. Before you know it you only need to approach fifty to get a decent chick that you are willing to see again. Hopefully she reciprocates.

This is WORK ETHIC. You don’t give up. You have a dream and that involves being better than you are. Being better than some rude and socially awkward chick that won’t bother to call you back but will suck your dick in a toilet.

Combine that work ethic with an “I’ve been flaked on 8000 times and have nothing to lose” attitude and you will succeed. That’s how to truly not care. You learn to be a player by pushing through teeth grating frustration and then furiously conquering a receptive woman. It’s tough to learn but well worth it.

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