Technical1
Senior Don Juan
I finished reading the first half of the Book of Pook two days ago. I actually got so excited reading it that I stayed up all night and fell asleep at 8 in the morning after getting drunk. I felt I had to drink after reading it, the feelings it aroused in me even went down even into my legs, and I got dizzy thinking about what he said. Often reading Pook made my jaw drop. Here is why.
Basically, what Pook is saying mirrors exactly my experience with women. I went out of full-on AFC mode two years ago: kicked my Oneitis to the curb, and decided, not yet knowing of SoSuave, to be like James Bond with women: not needy, not showing my needs, mysterious, player-like, making sex a priority. In the interval I dated or romantically interacted with 8 girls (a non-Don Juan is pathetically limited to his social circle and neighbors!).
About me: I'm 6'2, and either 'gorgeous' or 'unbelievably handsome' depending on which girlfriend you ask, minus the **** it means I'm probably an 8 or 8.5. I have an international (read: European) background and am bilingual, having lived in several countries. I studied a technical subject at university and have been pursuing a higher degree now for a while. I have no acne, am toned and in shape, and am somewhat Alpha in my personality (calm, relaxed, hard-nosed, a fighter). I learned to be a great listener from my mom, and have always been 'sensitive' in this way despite being something of a hard-ass in other ways. Its a glowing appraisal but most of it checks out, you'll find.
How could they not want this package? Especially, how could they not want it if I knew what their other choices were? After the initial romantic encounters I would tell the girls, never this directly, but each time more indirectly: "Look, I've got the package, I've just got the ****ing package. I'm willing to be kind to you and crush on you and treat you romantically, just give me some sex. YOU WILL NOT GET THIS GOOD A DEAL AGAIN."
No it wasn't quite that direct, or quite that arrogant, but it's basically what I said in not so many words. Some of the girls I was going for, I liked, but in terms of looks were UNDER my league by a bit. They still played games with me and threw me back. Comparing their other choices to me ... I thought WHAT THE FVCK IS GOING ON ON THIS FVCKING PLANET!?!??
Seriously, if looking good, travelling the world, being successful and being a good conversationalist doesnt help you bed women, what chance in hell do any of us have? Clearly there is some unknown factor X which is determining why these girls will sleep with scum but not with me. (As I said, I had lowered my standards post-Oneitis).
Well, I'm not saying Pook is perfect, or that Pook has a monopoly on Truth. But as I was reading him, I got a sense of why I failed. My pitch, my offer, would have worked if women thought like men do. If they fvcked on the basis of logical evaluation of their options, I would have gotten 90% of those I shot for. They do not.
My humble opinion is, you can't pitch game based on thinking about their thinking. First a bit of zen-self-overcoming in your thinking overall regarding Desire, an internalized strategy which doesnt require thought (i.e. dont answer stupid questions), and losing yourself joyfully in the moment while pursuing her with some tried techniques, must be, by process of elimination, the way to game.
My game was very psychological, very cerebral- but I wasnt talking about DNA to the girl, we were 'gelling' in primitive good time conversation about her life. I was always thinking about the next move, I never let up and enjoyed myself. I didnt create my world and casually invite her in, I built a trap and tried to lure her in. I wasn't spontaneous enough, they saw I was gaming in my mind, and everything tightened up. The attraction was there, as I confirmed from multiple sources, but my game wasnt opening their floodgates.
After reading Pook, I feel like the whole world lied to me when I was growing up. I feel really betrayed– granted, a Don Juan always bounces back, so I am not bitter. But this PC-Feminism-Romanticism stuff is really the sh1ttiest kind of lying I ever heard. Not only has it wasted about 8 years of my romantic life, during which the whole time I was approaching them as if they thought like men, but it totally warped my view of women and made them inexplicable chaemeras and beast-angels. Angels because the world told me they alone were pure and I was dirty, beasts because they fvcked any homeless person who could look them in the eyes and present an Alpha game.
If all I have to do is initiate some kind of primeval psychological 'handshake' utilizing my lower brain centers, with spontaneity, happiness and subtle projection-of-interest, then just tell me that she is a fvcking animal who follows her feelings without heed of logic. If she bows to the Alpha against all reason (following the logic of evolutionary biology?), just tell me to be an Alpha. No, instead of that we get Sonnets, love-ballads, declarations of eternal love, dialogues on purity, on the involatility of women. Every assertion that women cant think logically is shot down with an emotionally charged newspaper editorial despite the fact that Math and Physics departments are lean on the females, especially on the feminine ones.
My sister wastes 2 years of her life hanging on a jerk, and nobody dare tell me the straight dope that THIS IS HOW WOMEN ARE AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN.
If I could tell society one thing it would be this: STOP FVCKING LYING TO US. Stop asking women about their opinions, about what they think of the world, about how we should view them. They're too close to themselves to see themselves clearly. Evolution has denied 95% of them any claim on objectivity of thought, though they still feel entitled to parade its forms as if they had it, and accidental historical developments have ensnared us in subservience to an over-thought, overwrought erroneous theory (Feminism, PC).
The older ones gain some logic by virtue of trial and error, and the 'good' ones are influenced by male relatives and male religion/rules which keeps them in line. In the meantime, the Hobos are ****ing them all throughout their 20s.
I will never, ever again listen to a woman's arguments about these issues, or trouble myself ONE IOTA to get inside a woman's head. Sorry, been there, heard that analysis. I put tremendous brainpower into solving your riddles and realized now that there is no riddle, or that it cant be solved with the evolved thinking of the forebrain which is man's specialty. They simply cannot be objective, and I spent 8 years chasing my tail because I took what they said about themselves at face value. I believed they could offer an objective assessment, I believed they thought like us. "Now I am finally going to hear some TRUTH!" I naively thought when a woman talked about relationships. I read those f-ing books and columns, I listened to that f-ing advice, and I thought about it all. VERY DEEPLY. FOR MANY YEARS.
They are at the mercy of a number of contradictory goals and evolutionary imperatives, and an emotive way of thinking which just cannot converse with ours except in the babbling-lovey-dovey way that actually is love.
You either present them with a polished 21st-century Alpha game that is sublimated according to Pook or you're going on Oprah and LJBFing.
Mysogynistic? Against woman? Is that the tone you think you detect? Well, perhaps you don't understand the concept of blowback. Push a man to far in one direction against his nature, i.e. make him worship women, and the pendulum swings back in the other direction. The whole chorus of polite liars on this subject, covering up woman's dirty little secret, while letting us worship her and put her on pedestals, makes me sick.
Thanks for listening to my rant, brothers, I wish all of you well in your endeavors.
Basically, what Pook is saying mirrors exactly my experience with women. I went out of full-on AFC mode two years ago: kicked my Oneitis to the curb, and decided, not yet knowing of SoSuave, to be like James Bond with women: not needy, not showing my needs, mysterious, player-like, making sex a priority. In the interval I dated or romantically interacted with 8 girls (a non-Don Juan is pathetically limited to his social circle and neighbors!).
About me: I'm 6'2, and either 'gorgeous' or 'unbelievably handsome' depending on which girlfriend you ask, minus the **** it means I'm probably an 8 or 8.5. I have an international (read: European) background and am bilingual, having lived in several countries. I studied a technical subject at university and have been pursuing a higher degree now for a while. I have no acne, am toned and in shape, and am somewhat Alpha in my personality (calm, relaxed, hard-nosed, a fighter). I learned to be a great listener from my mom, and have always been 'sensitive' in this way despite being something of a hard-ass in other ways. Its a glowing appraisal but most of it checks out, you'll find.
How could they not want this package? Especially, how could they not want it if I knew what their other choices were? After the initial romantic encounters I would tell the girls, never this directly, but each time more indirectly: "Look, I've got the package, I've just got the ****ing package. I'm willing to be kind to you and crush on you and treat you romantically, just give me some sex. YOU WILL NOT GET THIS GOOD A DEAL AGAIN."
No it wasn't quite that direct, or quite that arrogant, but it's basically what I said in not so many words. Some of the girls I was going for, I liked, but in terms of looks were UNDER my league by a bit. They still played games with me and threw me back. Comparing their other choices to me ... I thought WHAT THE FVCK IS GOING ON ON THIS FVCKING PLANET!?!??
Seriously, if looking good, travelling the world, being successful and being a good conversationalist doesnt help you bed women, what chance in hell do any of us have? Clearly there is some unknown factor X which is determining why these girls will sleep with scum but not with me. (As I said, I had lowered my standards post-Oneitis).
Well, I'm not saying Pook is perfect, or that Pook has a monopoly on Truth. But as I was reading him, I got a sense of why I failed. My pitch, my offer, would have worked if women thought like men do. If they fvcked on the basis of logical evaluation of their options, I would have gotten 90% of those I shot for. They do not.
My humble opinion is, you can't pitch game based on thinking about their thinking. First a bit of zen-self-overcoming in your thinking overall regarding Desire, an internalized strategy which doesnt require thought (i.e. dont answer stupid questions), and losing yourself joyfully in the moment while pursuing her with some tried techniques, must be, by process of elimination, the way to game.
My game was very psychological, very cerebral- but I wasnt talking about DNA to the girl, we were 'gelling' in primitive good time conversation about her life. I was always thinking about the next move, I never let up and enjoyed myself. I didnt create my world and casually invite her in, I built a trap and tried to lure her in. I wasn't spontaneous enough, they saw I was gaming in my mind, and everything tightened up. The attraction was there, as I confirmed from multiple sources, but my game wasnt opening their floodgates.
After reading Pook, I feel like the whole world lied to me when I was growing up. I feel really betrayed– granted, a Don Juan always bounces back, so I am not bitter. But this PC-Feminism-Romanticism stuff is really the sh1ttiest kind of lying I ever heard. Not only has it wasted about 8 years of my romantic life, during which the whole time I was approaching them as if they thought like men, but it totally warped my view of women and made them inexplicable chaemeras and beast-angels. Angels because the world told me they alone were pure and I was dirty, beasts because they fvcked any homeless person who could look them in the eyes and present an Alpha game.
If all I have to do is initiate some kind of primeval psychological 'handshake' utilizing my lower brain centers, with spontaneity, happiness and subtle projection-of-interest, then just tell me that she is a fvcking animal who follows her feelings without heed of logic. If she bows to the Alpha against all reason (following the logic of evolutionary biology?), just tell me to be an Alpha. No, instead of that we get Sonnets, love-ballads, declarations of eternal love, dialogues on purity, on the involatility of women. Every assertion that women cant think logically is shot down with an emotionally charged newspaper editorial despite the fact that Math and Physics departments are lean on the females, especially on the feminine ones.
My sister wastes 2 years of her life hanging on a jerk, and nobody dare tell me the straight dope that THIS IS HOW WOMEN ARE AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN.
If I could tell society one thing it would be this: STOP FVCKING LYING TO US. Stop asking women about their opinions, about what they think of the world, about how we should view them. They're too close to themselves to see themselves clearly. Evolution has denied 95% of them any claim on objectivity of thought, though they still feel entitled to parade its forms as if they had it, and accidental historical developments have ensnared us in subservience to an over-thought, overwrought erroneous theory (Feminism, PC).
The older ones gain some logic by virtue of trial and error, and the 'good' ones are influenced by male relatives and male religion/rules which keeps them in line. In the meantime, the Hobos are ****ing them all throughout their 20s.
I will never, ever again listen to a woman's arguments about these issues, or trouble myself ONE IOTA to get inside a woman's head. Sorry, been there, heard that analysis. I put tremendous brainpower into solving your riddles and realized now that there is no riddle, or that it cant be solved with the evolved thinking of the forebrain which is man's specialty. They simply cannot be objective, and I spent 8 years chasing my tail because I took what they said about themselves at face value. I believed they could offer an objective assessment, I believed they thought like us. "Now I am finally going to hear some TRUTH!" I naively thought when a woman talked about relationships. I read those f-ing books and columns, I listened to that f-ing advice, and I thought about it all. VERY DEEPLY. FOR MANY YEARS.
They are at the mercy of a number of contradictory goals and evolutionary imperatives, and an emotive way of thinking which just cannot converse with ours except in the babbling-lovey-dovey way that actually is love.
You either present them with a polished 21st-century Alpha game that is sublimated according to Pook or you're going on Oprah and LJBFing.
Mysogynistic? Against woman? Is that the tone you think you detect? Well, perhaps you don't understand the concept of blowback. Push a man to far in one direction against his nature, i.e. make him worship women, and the pendulum swings back in the other direction. The whole chorus of polite liars on this subject, covering up woman's dirty little secret, while letting us worship her and put her on pedestals, makes me sick.
Thanks for listening to my rant, brothers, I wish all of you well in your endeavors.
