Accension
Senior Don Juan
This is a very important lesson and will show you how our grand ideas are applied in reality.
The relationship
So I had actually found myself a decent girlfriend.
Everything was effortless; she'd laugh at all my stupid jokes.
I don't think I ever saw her without a smile on her face.
From our first encounter I outrageously suggested how her eyes went straight to my crotch.
You name it; I did it.
I'd walk around with her, shamelessly saying hello to everyone I came across.
I'd constantly tease her: calling her by a nickname, licking her checks only to tell her she tastes gross, whatever.
She'd test me constantly, yet I never saw it as I test.
It was simply an opening to tease her.
She was putty -- calling me daily, texting me 5 times a day and yet with her efforts mine waned.
Then one day I thought, "Hey, she's just a girl. I don't even care. I was happy before I met her."
Before this, I was just some guy flawlessly pulling off strings of techniques, naturally from practice.
Most of you still are that guy, probably still trying to get it right but you won't get it until you have your own moment.
Thus, I cheated on her -- texting her about it that night.
I had become abundant, confident, outcome-independant, happy, ****y, whatever.
My first experience NOT being on the recieveing end
Another turning point.
I had come into a place where I could be happy regardless of women.
The girl I had cheated with I never bothered to pursue but what did happen was a text flood of teary messages.
To me, they represented how much woman had hurt me.
It didn't represent revenge or any of the like.
Simply, it was me coming into 'DJhood' and a massive role reversal.
After this blew over, I had no more girls.
Single and alone but undescribably happy.
Now, this is where things get weird.
Has anyone seen Californication?
No matter what I did or do the girls started to pursue me like crazy.
My X still texts me before bed and jokes about what a cheating bastar> I am yet still loves me.
You can imagine how weird this was but you get used to it.
From a guy that couldn't get away with anything, constantly frustrated to this.
At the end of the day, I don't think products like RSD work unless you come to their conclusions yourself.
If you'd like to know the finer details of anything, ask.
The relationship
So I had actually found myself a decent girlfriend.
Everything was effortless; she'd laugh at all my stupid jokes.
I don't think I ever saw her without a smile on her face.
From our first encounter I outrageously suggested how her eyes went straight to my crotch.
You name it; I did it.
I'd walk around with her, shamelessly saying hello to everyone I came across.
I'd constantly tease her: calling her by a nickname, licking her checks only to tell her she tastes gross, whatever.
She'd test me constantly, yet I never saw it as I test.
It was simply an opening to tease her.
She was putty -- calling me daily, texting me 5 times a day and yet with her efforts mine waned.
Then one day I thought, "Hey, she's just a girl. I don't even care. I was happy before I met her."
Before this, I was just some guy flawlessly pulling off strings of techniques, naturally from practice.
Most of you still are that guy, probably still trying to get it right but you won't get it until you have your own moment.
Thus, I cheated on her -- texting her about it that night.
I had become abundant, confident, outcome-independant, happy, ****y, whatever.
My first experience NOT being on the recieveing end
Another turning point.
I had come into a place where I could be happy regardless of women.
The girl I had cheated with I never bothered to pursue but what did happen was a text flood of teary messages.
To me, they represented how much woman had hurt me.
It didn't represent revenge or any of the like.
Simply, it was me coming into 'DJhood' and a massive role reversal.
After this blew over, I had no more girls.
Single and alone but undescribably happy.
Now, this is where things get weird.
Has anyone seen Californication?
No matter what I did or do the girls started to pursue me like crazy.
My X still texts me before bed and jokes about what a cheating bastar> I am yet still loves me.
You can imagine how weird this was but you get used to it.
From a guy that couldn't get away with anything, constantly frustrated to this.
At the end of the day, I don't think products like RSD work unless you come to their conclusions yourself.
If you'd like to know the finer details of anything, ask.