TMK's Jungle Journey 2016

[TheMonkeyKing]

I am back early, as predicted. But I have some entries, highs and lows. I wanted to say thanks to you guys for continuing the good fight and showing me the way even in my absence.

So here's how the last 6 months has panned out....


I am beginning this report in mid-February, as it makes more sense to review in flow, month on month, rather than keep random notes regards the minutiae of each and every day. I may punctuate with diarised entries and topics and observation here and there to make things more palatable. Anyway, read, don't read. Whatever.

January

So January kicked off in the normal magnificently hungover fashion, as standard. I stayed at a friend's in the early hours of the 1st, having been out celebrating NY. I basically had it offered on a plate to me by one of my (female) mates, who I really do not find attractive physically. I nearly took the offer on, in my drunken state, but somehow managed to see sense, and even after a third share in a bottle of vintage port at 1am. First primary decision of the year was the correct one; I would have felt doubly hungover having stuck it in to this bird and I was considerably relieved to have refrained.

The rest of the month passed largely uneventfully, save my birthday and my ancient Grandfather passing away. In fact the latter probably defined the first month, all things done.

The old man had hit 90 and was in ill-health. He was probably as close an example of alpha attitude as ever has been. In the 30-odd years I knew him, the guy simply did not give a fck. Never a cross word, very jovial with his grandchildren, never batted an eye lid when all the hens pecked around him. A true example to us all; may be his one failing being he was probably too soft/hen-pecked and not really a leader as such. But then, it's always a fine balance to strike between leading and giving zero fcks; may be the difference between the greater and lesser alpha/sigma...

Thirty-odd people attended the service. I think if at least 10 people attend a funeral, the guy was generally half decent. Most people, myself included, were visibly moved to see him go.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

February

Though this next episode essentially started at the end of January, I am loathed to include it alongside the significance of my Grandfather. The ridiculous scenario that transpired lasted well in to February anyway, so it remains herein.

So I'm going about my business, early doors, one Friday evening preparing to meet the few old school mates I keep in touch with; head to the local pub for a quick warm up pint en route. Therein, I meet this bird (we'll call her Client B) who's looking a bit anxious. So I inquire and she spills the following about her passed and more recent history up to that point:

-She was (currently) being harassed on many levels by a male friend (unrequited love) who had taken to hacking her email, defaming her character by contacting all of her family friends and work clients - calling her a thief, coke addict, alcoholic, ect ect. This guy also emptied her bank account of some 30K, later visited her house and burned her clothes in the garden, had fled the country with the money and was somewhere in Madrid.
-She was a medic graduated from Cambridge University.
-Her current clients included royalty.
-Her parents had murdered each other in a drug-fuelled rage when she was a kid, and she was raised by her aunt and uncle.

These are just a handful of the things she told me, but are some of the more ridiculous. Long story short, this was all lies. She had actually been in trouble with the law for trying to steal from someone (the guy who had sent the 'harassing' email), was quite heavily reliant on cocaine and alcohol and was largely estranged from her immediate family; who, incidentally, were all quite alive and well.

I kept her round for a couple of weeks, partly because I felt sorry for her and partly because I saw it as a good test. Also she was a fairly decent 7/10, so y'know, sex. We went out a few times and got drunk and I lost my cool a couple of times. But otherwise I just tolerated her. I figured if I could put up with this, I could with anything.

The final straw came when she came back to mine one night. She had got in to some conversation on the underground with some other bird and was talking about me because I had my earphones in. I was actually listening to their conversation and she came out with something like.... 'I don't want to say I'm above him, but...'.... At this point I confronted them both, and the other bird she was talking to of course accused me of being 'such a misogynist', without even knowing half of Client B's BS nor this back story. Some people are so thick. Time for this one to go, and she knew it.

This 'Client B', her condition went even beyond a personality disorder, this had hall marks of mild psychosis; genuine delusions and excursions from reality, lack of self awareness, emotionally inaccessible, and clearly confused and disturbed thought processes. Even now I just feel pity more than anything else. Weeks later, her sister messaged me asking if I'd seen her around/heard from her in the previous week. This girl was (and appears to remain) truly on an excursion from reality. Though this is probably one of the more extreme cases, I am literally no longer surprised by the behaviour of some people and it actually provides a calming relief. I am finally starting to feel like I have a man's mentality hardly ever responding with negative emotion. It is strange the comfort it brings; on the one hand I am now seeing the world in the most lucid way I ever have, and most of my social anxiety has now dissipated.

On the other hand, I feel the intellectual, or at least the philosophical gulf between myself and most other people widening on an almost daily basis. The next challenge is to learn how to deal with this I suppose. I am so tolerant now, because I have learned to deal with my own emotional responses quickly and effectively, the actions of others rarely if ever affect me.

Toward the end of February, I contracted some food poisoning, which I tried to self medicate - vitamin D, zinc, activated charcoal. This took a good month to get over, but managed to avoid antibiotics.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

March

The first half of March, I had to call in sick to work. This food poisoning and all the rest of the sh!t since the New Year left me high and dry. Whenever I have been ill, I always think to myself that I take being and feeling well such for granted.

As such, I have been kidding myself for a number of years that a bit of exercise every few months was sufficient; I could otherwise do and consume what I please. After this last illness, something has changed. I am now really in a mindset where I want to make physical and mental health my primary objectives on an ongoing basis for the next few years. I am not even thinking about socialising and chasing females. I am going in to mini-monk mode for a few months, at least until September when the basketball trials start and way beyond that. I am even passing up offers to go on nights out now; which is very unusual, I'd go as far as unheard of. Have started freeletics training and am starting recreational league in April. Fck freeletics is hard; haven't done some of these exercises for years and they really work the body differently than regular cardio and lifting.

Later in March, of course, as standard, the moment you go in to monk-mode, start ignoring females altogether and distilling down the indifference further, half a dozen of them start blowing the phone up....

Three women on OKC start hitting me up:

-Chinese 5-footer, looks cute, but probably too short for anything serious, as I'm 6'2. She friend-zoned immediately when I ask her out - 'Just as friends, correct?'. But I've recently had an epiphany about that which I will discuss later.

-English girl, next door type, quite attractive, a solid 8. Divorced, no kids. Hot, but seems a bit dumb. Probably will be able to get her out at least; good practice.

-English-Indian, probably the better of the three options, seems clued up if a little boring. Profile bordering on a little desperate; talks about lost love, failed relationships etc... But you can never tell. Stunning facially as an Indian mix often is, can't really judge body yet. Agreed to meet after Easter.

Pre-Christmas plate returned from travels and seemed to text me almost immediately. I put her off owing to the previous illness, and to be honest, I was never really interested other than seeing the double G's, which are impressive to be fair to her. Nice girl, not a serious prospect for me though. Will probably friend zone her.

Lastly, an old acquaintance popped up on another forum (male and female) and I started my usual flirting. Forty-year old redhead, probably a 7 made-up, probably an 8 a few years ago, married with one child. Initially, she PMs me on the Friday evening saying to stop winding her up in the forum. She starts off friend-zoning me, so I actually played in to the game, but still acted solid, flirty, may be toning down a little, playing the 'friend'. Next thing I know it's Sunday afternoon, she's telling me how her husband doesn't look at her the same anymore, doesn't fck her right, blablabla, and she's asking me to have an extra-marital affair. Seems logistically plausible and discrete; but morals are a serious consideration - I've always thought I'd never go with a married woman. Until now that is... we'll see. It's not like other avenues aren't developing.

I have been watching a lot of comedy again and I think my chat is getting better again as a result; much quicker, concise and on point. This is clearly helping, as is the conscious monk-mode. Hitting stride mentally; need to convert that in to physical outcomes too.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

April
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*The Benefits with Friends Zone*

As mentioned in March, I had a slight epiphany about the whole friend-zoning thing and why it is sometimes being immediately dumped in the friend-zone is not always the terrible thing. It can be re-worked in favour of the friend; as the old theory goes - 'agree and amplify'. I have dubbed this phenomena, The Benefits with Friend Zone.

Being in the friend-zone can afford many and varied benefits; those being time (to escalate), the access to other women (her girlfriends), practice time, social proof (when you socialise) and female insight. A skill that many men lack is the ability to think like a woman (that, by the way is very different to ACTING like a woman) . Ask yourself how many women you have seduced by drinking beer and chatting football with your mates. My guess is, not too many.

Women will friend-zone a bloke for one and rarely more than one of the following three reasons:

1) Don't like you AT ALL (sexually)
2) Don't know if they like you or not yet
3) Know they like you already and will fall in love very quickly; the friend-zoning is merely a feeble temporary, measure of self preservation. Probably she's been dumped and/or heart-broken in the past and this is protection at least in the short term, but she's already attracted to you on more than one level. This is where you enter the Benefit's with Friends Zone - 'agree and amplify'. An example of this is how this older married woman initially approached me - she later told me she knew exactly what she wanted from the outset (i.e. me).

Now, in order to realise the benefits, one must be at least be in the second group there. And you must be savvy enough to decipher which group of 'friends' you are in. I'm not going to go on about this, but long story short, just because a woman tells you she only sees you as a friend, there's no reason to necessarily believe her and automatically assume disqualification. She may in fact be using it, so you disqualify yourself. A little persistence pays. Pursuing what you want is not only flattering to her, but proves your worth as well; shows you don't fold at the first test. Observation of her behaviour after the fact is what is key - immediate nexting after being friend-zoned may result in a loss, because of impatience.

Two requirements for this to be worthwhile:

A) There has to have been decent ground work laid to bother continuing in the faux 'friend-zone'. Flirtation, indicators of interest, physical contacts and weak resistances should be flowing. As described, one must have a fairly decent idea of being in Friend-zone 2, borderline zone 3 and know that it will take only a little more time/effort to cross the finish line.

B) Once in the friend-zone, the 'friend' must not waver from the flirtation/personality from before the zoning, and should push-pull escalate. Being in the zone pertains to the zoner liking the flirtation and wanting it to escalate at least in part .

4) The Fourth and final term upon which friend-zone is applied, is when a man friend-zones a woman FIRST. The benefits are seen in the story of 'Skittles Man'. I am definitely going to be trying this approach.
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April starts in usual fashion, getting paid, going out with the lads, getting smashed, blablabla. Went to one of my favourite clubs solo on the first. It was absolutely teaming with hot birds. Stayed a little bit sober early on and got hold of clearly the fittest girl in there, but she was playing up to the crowd and grinding up to everyone. I tried to escaclate, even rubbing her poon through her skin-tight dress, but alas a waste of time, but she was fit and showed a bit of interest, which was nice. Made me realise that there's absolutely nothing wrong going out solo. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. No responsibilities for anyone except myself, meeting new folks and women. I tend to meet higher caliber women when solo.

Started with the Freeletics and fck some of it is hard going - though that is down to poor fitness anyway, which is the whole point. Also started rec bball, getting in shape for next season. I need to get back on to a national league team, but it's only going to happen with 4-5 months pure dedication up until next season. Needs to cut out the booze and cigs when going out and concentrate on dancing, which is decent enough exercise itself.

After the first rec session, I was fcked. But a few days later I did one of my sporadic runs home from work, which is 10K (6.5-7 miles), give or take. Thanks to one two hour session of organised bball and the associated freeletics, I've shaved a whole 20mins from my 10K time. Also feeling wider and like I'm starting to walk and stand at my full height again.

As far as the online women go, not much has happened. The little Chinese messaged, and I might meet her to test the Benefits of Friendzone theory. The other two fizzled, probably down to mutual indifference. There was little or no personality coming through from either on the text, which is not a good sign. I can barely even fck a woman these days if I don't have at least an evening's worth of rapport with her. Might as well hang with the lads, go home and please myself, so to speak.

Have also decided, 99% certain that I'm not going to get physical with the married milf. I would have no problem with getting inside her, but I know I would feel bad afterward and I have a feeling she would create trouble.

In fact, as I write this and April draws to a close, I have decided to knock the married one on the head. I met her once out and had a little kiss with her. She was being prudish about going further and clearly had to go back and see the kid that evening. I don't want the hassle; she insists on having long drawn out conversations on messenger about what 'we' are, even though I met her once for three hours and probably wouldn't see her again for another month. Then she gets all sh!tty when I say no, and that I'm adhering to a strict man code by not dipping in to another man's pockets - something which clearly baffles her. I went NC for a couple of days and I see her flirting with others online. Then she starts messaging again, saying she doesn't want to fight anymore. I get the feeling this one is a little desperate (read, has been very used to getting her own way up to this point). She did start to annoy me towards the end; alas, sharp exit.

One main reason she was so hooked - over confidence. One other female member of the forum asked me to rate my looks out of 10. TMK's response = "12". At the time all the girls were going on about how confident and ****y I am, trying to neg me in that very weakly critical way, which says, 'We are fcking loving you, mate'.

Look it up - https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2012/01/18/overconfidence-is-the-heart-of-game/

18/04/2016
Started 30 days no fap. Heard Gavin McInnes pedaling this 'Once a month' technique, to prevent blue balls, but also to inflate libido and drive men out of the house and in to the arms of women. Will report back on effects and progress.

Back to monk-mode for the rest of the month at least.

21/04/2016
Day four no fap. I have next to no sex drive. Or at least that's the way it seems the first couple of days. I have done strenuous exercise for the three days since Monday and will do a couple of 10Ks today and tomorrow; all of which clearly soaks up a lot of testosterone. Yesterday though, I did notice myself looking at women (in public) with more intent and focus, seriously attending to faces T's and A's.... I did also wake with massive wood this morning, which is pleasing as ED has been a 'small' issue for me in the past, though mainly owing to lack of fitness, excess fapping, poor diet, alcohol abuse etc. The lack of libido I think is down to fatigue and decompression from no porn. Early days. I have also only had four cigarettes since the weekend and no booze for a week. All the vices are dropping off at once and the physiology is readjusting.... I am excited to imagine who and where I'll be this time next year.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

May

This is going to be a long one, because there is hard evidence herein that all these principles that we consider are indeed facts of life.

April finished in something of a flourish. Though no fap didn't go so well, it did force me out of the house and to meet people. I've decided once a week is fine, once a month is blue-balls territory. I certainly think about it less now anyway. I am more focused on goals, going out having fun and meeting higher quality women.

I re-joined the gym and am doing it properly this time. A couple of sets of slow, purposeful reps for a dozen or so exercises, slowly building a solid foundation. Knocking the freeletics on the head for a while. I don't enjoy it. Though might do the odd one every now and again. Good for combination movements and cardio.

Went out on the bank holiday weekend and got a bit trashed with some friends. It's good to laugh with those guys. It centres the frame of mind again, detoxing from the grind of work.

It put me right in the perfect frame for approaching - though the skinful of lager helps a lot too. I got chatting to this blondie 7.5 and her mate. Though she was adamant she had a bf but of course she still gave me her correct phone number. I was seriously macking her, giving her the 'I don't mind sharing' blablabla. Her and her mate were lapping it up. 'Oh he's sooo lovely'. Loving it. Blondie called me later in the evening but I was otherwise engaged. Shame, I think she would have hooked up that night.

That being said, I was otherwise engaged with a stunning professional vocalist. I mean, this girl is probably a good 9.5/10 in the face. I mean, I'm saying pushing on for the full 10, though she did have a bit too much war paint on. I am a sucker for pretty faces with singing voices. She was out with her mother and mates and I was gaming the living daylights out of them both. So much so, I got the mother's approval already, and when I told the girl I was going to get her number by the end of the night, her mother was like, "I'll give you her number right now".

To regale further (fear not friends, I am cautious and taking swift and immediate action to stave off the Oneitis); this was like, one of those (fairytale) love at first sight moments. I walked in to the bar, striding along, fully composed and confident from my evening's previous successes, and there she was, probably a good 5'9-10 in long heels, beaming straight at me. She had this look on her face like TMK had just hand-delivered all of her Christmases at once. In fact, I'm not sure any woman has ever looked at me like that before. I think I probably gave her a look like a rabbit in the headlights, as I was looking around for the blondie from earlier when I clocked her.

Maybe someone else has experienced one of these moments before. It was like time actually stopped for a second or two. We all look at birds all the time and think, 'You're hot'. This one was quite different though - like something metaphysical. I was just like, 'Hello. You're gorgeous', and immediately turned away from her 'Thank you' to get a drink at the bar. Game. On.

I proceeded in to what has probably been my standout performance to date, though it's a little hazy here and there thanks to the booze. I was pushing and pulling, chatting with other women, p!ssing about with other guys, leaving her for a smoke, teasing, hand in the small of her back now and again. I was getting smooth with her mum, who seemed cautious of me at first, but seemed to warm from what I remember. The mother has also aged very well, which is a good sign.

Her game was pretty tight too. But not in a harsh, b!tchy way. This girl just knows she's got it going on, and deservedly so. I copped a couple of tests here and there. She hardly reciprocated my touch until the end of the night (though she was putting her face right in mine). As she was chatting with another guy and I leaned in and kissed her softly on the neck and she turned to say 'Oh really...?'. I'm like, 'Yes really'. This girl clearly never has men behave like this with her. At that point I think things got easier, because this action basically told her what my prerogative was, and she can sit back and enjoy or tell me to get lost. I was getting pretty smashed by then. I remember kissing her in the bar, though no tongues ( a topic I will discuss later ).

Lights went up and we had to go. The mother suggested 9-10 and I go out further (i.e. back to mine). The chick had a look like she wanted to, but couldn't really appear that easy in front of her mother, which is fair enough. Can't let a middle-aged woman walk alone at 2am either. Fair enough - 'I'll be seeing you again soon anyway' I said. Just tell them what you want; they'll either abide, or they won't. Nothing to lose, everything to gain.

We walk out of the bar and I give my farewell to the mother. The chick laughs like a schoolgirl when I tell her mother she 'did a good one' (giving birth to her daughter). Then the chick gets up in my face again. I kiss her a couple of times, again only gently on the lips, no tongues. Right at the moment I drew away, she tries to stick her tongue in my mouth and she gave an embarrassed smirk when she couldn't. In my intoxicated state it was sheer fluke, but it also came off as impeccable timing. These little subtleties make the world of difference; 'Pivot Moments', I think they are called on the main SS site - those short instances when you make the pendulum swing right in to your quarters. You have to game high quality women in subtle ways like this. They won't respond to pile-driver teasing really.

So this 9-10/10 bird, who might as well be a minor celebrity, got gamed, by a Joe Public. Pure and simple. She was clearly attracted to me from the start. But of course that wavered as soon as I paid the attention. But, I promptly ignored her as soon as I met her, I persisted, I didn't give her everything she wanted (my tongue); I made no apologies whatsoever (I was out alone by that point, as my mates had retired for the evening); I did exactly what I wanted - kissed her neck and got her number from her mother, to which she put up no resistance; I withdrew my attention - so she knows she's not the centre of my universe. I am the centre of my universe, and she can orbit me if she wants. All of these things made me different, no opposite, to 95%, no 99% of men, who will simply put her at the centre of their own universe, leave her there, orbit and just stare blankly, showering her with compliments. Grab the relational power from the outset and never EVER let them have it. They don't want it. They just want to be in awe.

SHE texted ME first the very next afternoon. I told her that I want more kisses and to meet me the next weekend. She agreed, immediately. I tapered the texts off (10 between us over 24 hours) and SHE suggested we liaise later in the week regards the weekend arrangements - confirming a woman DOES NOT want idle chit chat on the phone, at least with men. She wants quiet time to think about me and anticipate meeting.

Now, I am frantically revising all the material that it has taken me the better part of 3 years to get through. I know that my frame needs to be on point and I can expect more tests. But I'm taking the number one rule and focusing on that - girls just wanna have fun. If they're having fun they haven't got time to sh!t test you. Stay relaxed and everything will be fine. If it works, it works. If it doesn't, no drama. Amused mastery and powerful body language, for the win.

I can't help but be excited for this one though. She's hot, no, beautiful, and appears normal, from the outset. Her tests were mild and fleeting.

I have been revisiting Pook as part of my revision, and he says at one point that we only really fully understand the content of this site (sosuave, and the like) when we leave. And it's true. I have absorbed everything and consolidated with practice and observation in nature.

We really meet people who are on the same wavelength that we are on, especially emotionally; this is why I met this girl. We are both happy and fulfilled personalities who can compliment each other. We don't need each other; we want each other. It's happened before. I have reached a point of no return. I understand now. My contentment is my own responsibility and is a self fulfilling prophecy. Contentment begets a contended life, in perpetuity. Engage unashamedly in activities that make one happy, without encroaching upon the liberty of others, and everything falls in to place. I am reaping the benefits. I get checked out A LOT lately, by men as well as women. I'm getting in shape and my walking gait is confident, unhurried but purposeful.
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No-Tongue Game

The instance above with the 9-10 vocalist exemplifies the No-Tongue Game.

Kissing women softly on the lips, but not escalating to French kissing. Again, be different to the other 99% who will jump straight down her throat. Combined with a bit of teasing with the tip (so to speak!) is going to drive her wild, she's gonna start actually licking your lips and end up taking her clothes off pretty quickly.
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End of May

Young men need game, older men need power and dominance. The rules are simple. This singer is hounding me because I'm not hounding her.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

June

So by mid-June, I've had a couple of dates with the singer. First went well, despite my being hung-over and having not really planned anything. We just got drunk and made out at the station when I dropped her off. She was grinding me then, but had to go home for her Mum's b'day the following morning.

Second date was going very well to the point at which she was actually starting to touch me. Then the booze (and fatigue) hit me all at once just before dinner and I remember very little after that except her saying I was being too quiet (for a second date), and then saying I'm disinterested and she still doesn't know about me - which was just a sh!t test. I was too drunk though and was know I was ranting to her a bit about feminism and neediness. Now she's away working so we both have gone ghost anyway. Always be aware. Get tipsy, but always be in control, otherwise you're ****ed. Know your limits, chemically.

We live and learn. Will park that one and wait for her to come back round.
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Sporadic thoughts on high quality women:

-Average Joe can get 9's and 10's. Saying 9-10's only go for rich, good-looking celebrities is like saying all rich guys have 9's and 10's on their arms; I work regularly in probably the most affluent area of LDN (and therefore the world). I can certainly confirm that this is definitely not the case. I would consider myself an 8/10 male. A 9/10 on a good day. I enjoy neither particularly great wealth nor fame. But I know I am a catch. I have dated 8's and 9's who are not status/money hoes. Moderate affluence, good social skills and well maintained frame is pretty much all you need to get the attention of the girl next door.

-Get to know a girl's background quickly, especially regards to her immediate family history; this will dictate how they need to be treated. The two main archetypes are obviously the mamma's girl and the daddy's girl. The former will likely be (at least slightly) embittered or indifferent towards strange men, borne from an unhealthily close 'bond' with the mother and maybe consequently family and friends. There may also be some prior catastrophic event involving mother and daughter (classic e.g. , parental divorce) for which both now heavily compensate emotionally. With the mamma's girl, you will always be playing second fiddle to family and friends.

The daddy's girl will likely be opposite, either estranged from the father (parental divorce) and be seeking to replace the bond, or will be from and all female family, and will have competed continuously for the father's attention. Everyone's different, but I find the latter to be much more date-able, more accommodating of men and more feminine. Of course there are exceptions to every rule.

-Over-analysis will stifle. Game, pick up, whatever, can be counter-productive when over-analysed and over-applied. At some point we must allow what we learn to shape our natural behaviours; this comes from acceptance. One example; texting. eventually, we stop asking ourselves 'When/what should I text this girl/that girl?', and we just become sporadic, logistical texters with EVERYONE. Because we are men, not not dial-up-buddies.

-Being a Gamesmaster or a PUA is not the final destination. The ultimate goal is to become a man. Game and pick up are simply training regimens that assist to realise that goal. Become the natural.

-In addition to the above, once you have become the man you wan to be and you have your own unique vibe - the ultimate manifestation of your innate personality - you will not even think twice about approaching beautiful women, nor what you need to. It will just literally be natural to you. We get to the point where it isn't a 'game' anymore; it's just who we are.

-One can spend too much time and pay too much attention to 'advice'. There is a thin undercurrent of bitterness that runs through the manoshpere which needs to be largely ignored if one is to be successful. I say largely, because negative experience is still experience and everyone can learn something from it.

-In order for a woman to open her door to a man, a man must always have his door open to all women.
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Late June

I went to the horses with a couple of mates for a Stag Party mid June. There were some fine fillies about and I said hello to a couple. Turns out the two that I said hello to were there in the same party... Ooopps! So I left them be. As I've seen from Mr Wright's FRs it's best to chill and survey the scene first off, then plot moves and targets. Shame I didn't employ this tactic as one was a solid 9 and she said hello back. Got the number of a barmaid later on, but mutual indifference on texting really. Not bothered. It was more about a day with the boys anyway.

One interesting conversation I did get in to was about pre-selection. One of my best boys, Ben has been married for a good few years with two young lads. He seems happy and his missus is sound, so I can understand. I asked him honestly if he missed the single life and he said of course he misses it, though said he's never cheated. The thing being is he doesn't wear a wedding ring. He was given one for their first anniversary and said he wore it for about 6months. He said during that time, pre-selection was rife. Women throwing themselves at him. Said he went to a party with his wife, and despite her being in the same room, her best friend's sister came on to him, like buying him shots, telling him she wanted to fck him etc etc. The moral of the story; pre-selection is social proof. Pre-selection is game. I joked with him that I might just buy myself a wedding ring for when I go out!

Otherwise, starting to hit a stride physically. I am going to the gym even when I don't want to and have a couple of solid months down now. I am down from 100 to 96 kilos (220lbs > 211) and noticeably wider, flatter belly and more inverse triangular. Think I need to maintain the weight now and just add lean muscle; probably still about 12% body fat. Knocked freeletics on the head, but might make the effort to do once a week in the gym. Also need to start the fartlek runns again soon, which is going to bite me in the ass to start with. But extra size should help. Basketball season starts in October/November with trials and pre-season starting early September, so have a couple of months to start peaking. Gotta finally cut the booze and fags right down which will help infinitely.....

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

End of June.

I've got a bunch of girls hounding me electronically, and converting them into prospects:

-Irish Rosie: The cousin of one of my best mates. The one that lives in UAE. She messages all the time and I respond because of distance it's the only way to build anything - of course her giving more. We can go a week between messages and I rarely initiate when we do. We had a little fondle before, but think she may be a virgin, plus I can't really break her heart or my mate will have it in for me. May be a bit of fun for the future. She invited me to the UAE and think I might go end of the summer. This girl is a good girl, from a solid Catholic family. I have a feeling she might be a virgin; though not really frigid with it. I can't find any evidence of any previous BFs on FB. She's the kind of girl that a lot of guys on here bang on about meeting. When made up, I'd say a solid 9 brunette, near perfect body. Probably C-cups, and athletic.

Blonde L: The blonde 8 that I met the same night as the singer. I originally messaged her saying we should go out (she was insistent about having a boyfriend; probably too insistent - still gave me the number). She ignored me for last two months since we met and I didn't chase. Walk away and never look back. If they are genuinely interested, they'll find you eventually. She messaged saying 'Yes, let's!'. Tried to pin her down to meet, eventually just saying to let me know when she's free. Think she just might have been after a bit of attention.

Special K: This Polish lass I met on a facebook chat room. I'd say another solid 9. Extremely easy going. Has her sh!t together. Only problem she lives in Poland. She has friends in London apparently, so will have her stay at mine when she visits. She is extremely flirtatious and has really started blossoming the last couple of years, lost the puppy fat, lovely tan. She has guys hounding her who she largely ignores, but flirts openly with me. Sends me long essays on PM, telling me she's going to invite me out etc etc. Might just book a flight to Poland presently!

I'm really starting to get a taste for leggy brunettes! Fortunately they seem to have quite a taste for me too.

Swedish: The ex from last year, some may remember. I went NC probably 12 months ago (as in, June '15). She then got back in touch, so I asked her out and of course got a kind of maybe. But she clearly hasn't found anyone to fill my shoes. Think I've moved on romantically. She's sweet and feminine, but maybe not the prospect I thought, in the long run. I am really in the same mindset about the singer I just met as well. They are beautiful, feminine and womanly; but I think I just need something more challenging intellectually. I rarely laugh heartily with these women, different sense of humour maybe, but we'll see. I am starting to loosen up a bit myself and being less serious. It goes both ways.


I must go out at the weekend. In fact I must make more effort to go out more often in general. I'm going to go solo. Some nights I actually prefer it - no responsibility to anyone but yourself. I have some very sociable friends, but not many wings these days. I think a solo man looks confident as well. From the second party perspective, one man (just like one woman) is probably less intimidating to woman, easier to entertain and focus on than more.

I live a couple of miles down the road from probably the most socially diverse area of the country (East London). I really need to start getting involved, having lived here for 6 months. I am going to try going out later in the evenings, have less to drink (therefore save money) and concentrate on having fun and meeting people. This way I have the best of every world - better social life, more money, more women, improved fitness from less booze, and ideally more success from not being intoxicated, which has been a stumbling point too many times to mention. I am seriously looking forward to it. I feel like I am finally arriving at the correct mind set of independence; caring about myself and others, but not relying heavily on outcomes for my worth. I have an absolute gold mine of talent on my doorstep and I haven't even gone panning once. Let's go.

Lastly, I must start approaching more 9's and 10's.

I've arranged to meet the Blonde L. She asked where I live and put up absolutely no resistance to meeting near my place even though she lives the other side of the city. It will be an easy lay, but I am definitely strapping up. Turns out the 'boyfriend' she mentioned before is now (or always was) a fiance.... ho-hum. Needs must.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

JULY
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Beta Faux Pas - I am now at the stage where beta and blue pill behaviours are easily recognisable. For the benefit of the crowd, below is a list of more subtle tells that I have noticed lately:

-Attention to detail. I recently noticed a city slicker wearing an ultra-violet suit, along with scuffed up black brogues that wouldn't look out of place on a homeless guy. Guy in suit = beta. A peacock must preen all of his feathers.

-Indecision is a mortal sin. I regularly take runs through the city on my way home from work. This week this one guy crossed the road perpendicular to the path I was clearly running on. He basically cut me up. Though instead of properly cutting me up by walking straight across my path, he STOPPED stationary, right in front of me, looking sheepish in some kind of indecisive, panic-stricken guilt that he shouldn't have cut me up. TOO LATE PAL. Either cut me up, or don't. YOU DECIDE. At this moment, I finally realised that this is what women experience every time a man is feeble about their actions/decisions. How do we feel when faced with some stuttering idiot on the phone or in a meeting (or even walking along a pathway). I feel two things; pity and an overwhelming urge to extract myself from the situation as quickly as possible. Loose logistics is one thing; though not ideal, a care-free, whimsical wander round town can be romantic. But when it comes to deciding where to eat and drink, it's time to man up and decide. Waiting for a woman to make a decision is never a good idea. Firstly, it's like waiting for Christmas - it'll happen once a year. Second, it's not their job, it's yours. Never ask a woman where she wants to eat or what she wants do do. You show her these things.

When we can get to the stage where we can critique others in this fashion, and in a purely constructive rather than negative way, we are on a good track because we are starting to hold ourselves to account and to real standards.
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In light of the above, I must reflect upon my own improvements, strengths and room for improvement.

STRENGTHS:

-I am good-looking. I have been told this for most of my adult life, even when I was a teenager. I have dated pure 10's without much difficulty.
-I am intelligent, with an IQ of 143. I have rarely had problems getting stable work.
-I am athletic. I would prefer to be an endomorph, but I can easily become mesomorph with sustained efforts in the gym.
-I am quite witty and people often laugh in my presence.

IMPROVEMENTS:

-One of the biggest things is that I no longer smoke weed. I was quite addicted for a couple of years and sporadically on and off for the last 5-10 years. I can really take it or leave it now.
-I no longer borrow cash from my mates. At worse it was upwards of 500/month. Need start saving now, even just a couple of hundred/month
-I am much more sociable, not smoking anymore, I have a few solid circles I go between.
-I am getting back to full fitness. Playing basketball is good for mixing with other men; something I don't get enough of, working in a female-dominated environment.

ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT:

-Though I am finally in a man's mindset, I do want to continue to improve my social skills, especially when sober and with strangers. And, especially women. Thinking of taking comedy classes.
-I want a significant pay rise. I want to be working in something I enjoy and jump out of bed for.
-I really HAVE to cut the extra curricular chemicals right down. Thinking of going completely teetotal after my mates' wedding at the end of the month. Also need an oral substitute for cigarettes.
-Need to up the exercise stakes to 4-5 days/7. May be even 6/7 in August.
-I'm going to move to a nicer flat in a nicer area before Christmas.


Early July, I am in a reflective mood. My experiences over the last 6 months have provided invaluable and lasting insights. It all starts to make sense. I never though that I would reach this mental state, especially regards understanding the workings of women and men. I was thinking to myself late last evening that all the emphasis placed on self improvement, having options, having a life outside of chasing women, hobbies friends and family, meaningful occupation; all of these things ARE the most important things. These really are the things that stabilise us during rough patches.

I have to admit, I am a little hung up on the singer. It was almost entirely my fault for getting too drunk. Completely lost frame. She is yet to get back in touch. Gave her the old 'let me know if you change your mind' speech. It's the only way to go. It stings less and less each day. A couple of years ago, even up to the point of splitting with my last GF, this situation would leave me completely undone. But I exemplify how the knowledge and advice herein can dampen even the most hopeless beta behaviours.

I just get on with it. I have left her to it. If she comes back great, I've learnt my lesson. If not, well there will be another along. In the meantime I concentrate on other options, concentrate on further improvements which attracted her to me in the first place, see friends and family. My reaction to this rejection this time round is really night and day different to even the last GF. I tend to meet birds I really like once every couple of years which I think is the natural order of things. This is probably only the second one I've really been interested in since learning and applying this stuff. I am learning more each time round.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

JULY Cont.

I am pretty good at keeping the attention of women that I'm not really in to; as described herein, I have the attention of half a dozen at this moment and can go and get laid next week if needs be. Such is the natural order of things. We are more natural with these women. We assume that we are equal value to these people. The real secret is to understand that we are equal value to 9's and 10's and recognise that value. These are my next steps, making the further improvements mentions above and recognising my own value as a 9-10 male. Then and only then will I have that mentality where I can approach, take or leave any female. As I've heard it said before, our value is the sum total of the value of the 5 or 6 people we spend most of our time associating with. And that works both ways; when our value is higher, we attract higher value people in to our circles.

LATE JULY

It's time to start getting real. I'm stripping back my life to the absolute fundamentals. Going after what I want. building maintaining a positive outlook. I realised finally that I have been in a massive negative funk, probably chronically on and off, for years and I need to get out of it once and for all; sorting my life, finances and relationships out. High time to rebuild a positive mentality that lasts.


20/07/2016
Never let it be said that I have finished learning. Some will know I am not one for cold approaching during the day, but when something particularly shiny catches my eye, I'll make the effort.

On the train the other day, this cute little blondie was staring right at me right in the eye, kept looking away and looking back about 3-4 times. This chick was so petite, curvy, but really too skinny for me. Her arms were like barely the circumference of a large chicken thigh cut. Probably 5 foot or thereabout. But that face, oh that angel face. When girls get their hair cut short because their faces can pull it off. Wow. This is a great weakness of mine. I smiled after a few glances and she seemed shocked, and smiled back. I went back to my book. She got up at her stop, stood right in front of me as if to say, 'this is you last chance pal'. Should have taken the number at least. She was probably a straight 8 if she had a bit more meat on her and I would have a got the number if so. I don't believe in cold approaching, but I do believe in approaching women who are blatantly showing indications wherever and whenever. I will endeavour to ACTUALLY approach these women from now onwards. Another proper 8.5 was grinning at me on the tube this morning. I might just start riding the underground instead of going out to clubs at night!

It's amazing, the moment positive thoughts flood the mind (after a bit of initial force), positive outcomes start arriving. I am seeing proper 9's and 10's staring at me now. I work in a very affluent part of town (the most affluent part of town). To give you some idea, the other week I saw Bob Geldof talking to some folks on the street when I went out to lunch. You'll see at least one 9 and bunch of 8's each time you walk down the main road; plus the odd supermodel-looking chick now and then. All I need in order to start approaching these types is a nicer flat to take them back to (and possibly a moderate payrise). Might seem like a non-issue, but my current gaff is not good - crappy bathroom and kitchen, no living space, pigeons sh!tting on the balcony, flies in the hot weather etc etc. Moving is a main goal for the next 6-9months. With my new mindset, gym work and personal progressions, I will be banging 9's and 10's by next summer. I'm not entertaining them in the dump I currently live in.

I have some trips (including Amsterdam) and a wedding over the next three weeks which I am going to use as a small immersion project; a field report within report. Approach approach approach. Practice practice practice. The reinvention of TMK continues.

22/07/2016

It happened again last night. Another tube girl. Was standing right next to her for a couple of stops and was just staring at her. As near perfect facially as it gets (for me personally). Hardly any war paint and not needed anyway. Brunette, 5'5, slim, nice perky cleavage. She smiled and apologetically slipped passed me as she got off the train, looked back at me through the doors smiling, and then craning her neck, still looking at me through the window as she walked away. I had plenty of opportunity to get off that train and go after her. I have to finally accept that I have approach anxiety when sober. Time for a change. My mind set is perfect, I clearly have women checking me out. I just need to start opening my fcking mouth!

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Amsterdam, and Wedding.

Nothing of great significance to report here. The wedding was great, but mainly for the free bar and catching up with mates. Also there didn't seem to be a single (unattached) girl in the whole place; even my mates said the same thing.

Amsterdam was spilling over with talent. Caught the eye of a pure 10. Probably the best looking chick I've seen all year. Alas, I was too stoned to bother and it was last thing at night. Also the mates I was with are quite anti-social at the best of times. I like them, but they are no use when it comes of meeting new people. Time to continue expanding the social circle in general. I am also inspired to take more city breaks in Europe.

Maybe it's due to the greater concentration of Europeans, of first week of the holidays, but there was 8's and 9's everywhere, compared to London. I've come back home with a boost to confidence and I will actually start approaching properly now; only when I find a girl attractive, mind. Not just for the sake of it.

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Swedish ex-gf gets back in contact again. This is obviously due to seeing all the photos I'm being tagged in lately. I am in better shape, am more sociable and being seen with other women. What a difference a year makes. Now she's responding within half an hour, when I respond in anything over a few hours of a day. She wants to meet; thing is, I don't know if I'm bothered any more....

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

AUGUST

Writing this at the end of August. The last month seems to have been a bit of a blur, with all the trips and stuff. Long story short, I'm in a great frame of mind, but am seriously falling short on my objectives and need to address.

Gym: Though I am in better shape, I need to work on speed and stamina now to fine-tune the work of the last three months. Tried doing dips last evening and only managed two sets of four. Need to refine to functional combined movements and start fartlek running which I am dreading to start with.

Work: Haven't applied for anything new in months. I am bored at work, but have any easy ride. There are a couple of opportunities coming up, so need to sit and make applications presently. Also need to think about a loose 5-10 year plan. I'm never going to make serious money doing the work I am.

Women:
I am now converting this thread in to a 100 Approach Thread.
I am getting a bit weary of philosophising, hypothesising and theorising, especially after the 'Unicorn' Thread debacle. It's armchair pick up at best. Practice and honest reflection is the only way forward from now on. It strikes me that many people use the manosphere to escape from their reality, opposed to embracing the true purpose, which is completely counter-productive.

I will attempt to finish this challenge in 100 days, which will pretty much takes me up to December by which time 2016 will be coming to a close and I will be able to draw conclusions from the year. One per day doesn't sound much, but it's an average as some days there will be none, some there will be a few. Plus I'm not dedicating my whole existence to this exercise, nor forsaking my other goals.

-Girl 1-
Bit hungover on Saturday, heading home to see my family. Stop at the train station to pick up some food, not really with it - exercise and socials catching up with me.

Go in to Pret, and at the cashier asks if I want to eat in or take away. She then asks me again after punching my order in. In my tired state I can't work out if this girl is messing around or just a bit simple. I decide to mess around and change my mind; 'eat in, no, take away' a couple of times, and she reciprocates. Then I say, 'You're going to make me miss my train. I'll have take away and a phone number'. I give her my number in the end, she texts later in the evening and I set the date for Monday bank holiday.

Date night, she's in a skin tight dress, perfect figure of eight and short heels for the occasion. I hadn't remembered a lot about her and she was taller than I recall - 5'9/180cm, slender, 21years old, a solid 8.5. Italian student. One of those birds who will be stunning when she's 25. I thought to myself this girl could easily be a catwalk model in years to come.

She didn't pay for a single drink all night, but I didn't mind because she was very mature, sharp and down to Earth for her age, very easy conversation and she was all over me very quickly. Three bar bounce as per the rules for a first date; we're kissing passionately by the second bar, as per the rules. I'm withdrawing back to conversation regularly as per the rules, but get tired by the end of the evening. She seems keen to continue and I could easily have taken her to mine/gone to hers. We're making out in the street I ask her what she would like to do, she says 'Within reason, anything you like'. Should have escalated but had to work in the morning and was tired already. I slap her on the a$$ tell her to go home, turn and walk away. She texts straight away the next morning and am now setting date two.

Not a bad result for the first approach considering I never do during the day, though it was fairly easy. I kind of think of approaching service girls as cheating as you have to converse with them anyway. But am quite pleased with the general execution so far. It's early days and these are baby steps. I've come along in leaps and bounds even in the last 6 months - year. Am going out at least one night at the weekend, preferably both Friday and Saturday.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

SEPTEMBER

'Imagine you are the star character of the most successful reality TV show and all cameras are on you constantly'.

I read this on another forum and it seems to work. Almost immediately as I started in this mind set, I noticed many more people checking me out, women and men. It's great for confidence and encourages slow, confident and purposeful movement, relaxed posture, the persistent amused smirk and the air of someone who is comfortable in their own skin.

Not much to report for September.

Saw the Italian a few times and we were screwing by the third date. She is a good girl, easy going and engaging. Sweet really. She bought me food a few times and came to my place mostly. She seemed to enjoy being in my frame, not pushy or needy. Very feminine. And man, that body. Like a thoroughbred. Women like this really are a joy to be around. She's gone back to Italy, maybe to return. But I'm not pursuing her.

Otherwise, have been very slack with approaching women. Talked to these two birds in the pub, but wasn't interested in either of them. Still, call them -Girls 2 and 3-. I am getting a lot of women checking me out, but I'm still to learning how to react to it on the spur of the moment. I am in better shape. My brother commented that I am noticeably bigger than when he last saw me. Six months of gym is paying off.

I have made the grade for the London Met League and will be playing division two. It's exciting to be competing again and just willing the season to start now. Conditioning is going well, but it really takes quite some time to get back in shape after such a long lay off. It's going to take another few months and games to get back to peak fitness.

Also moving flats again, in with two birds; one I went to uni with. They are pretty easy going and the flat is infinitely nicer than the current place; somewhere I can actually take women back to. The job hunt goes on.

Progress seems slow, but genuine personal growth takes time. I just think back to even last year, even earlier this year and how much I've learned in that time; like night and day difference. If anyone ever had any doubt about this stuff working - I am the example.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

OCTOBER

Quick report. Moved to a new flat. Much nicer than the old one (like night and day better standard), open plan, with big ol' windows, loads of natural light. Pretty much had the place to myself all weekend. Actually somewhere I can take women to.

Basketball season started. Our team is 0-4. We are a new team and are still working on chemistry, which is getting noticeably better. Personally need to work on my will-power; not going out during the week and getting wasted - going training instead.

Job hunt: ongoing.

Went out solo Friday evening and got chatting to a few locals in my new area. The neighbourhood is much better than where I've moved from also. Loads (I mean LOADS) of women everywhere. Lots of couples. But I'd say there might even be more single women than men around; but then I'm paying less attention to single men obviously. It's slightly busier than I'm used to, but that's a good thing.

Had on one of my fitted Italian shirts, guns on show.

-Girl 4-
Comes in to bar, takes off her jacket and sets it down next to me. Kinda hot, kinda dirty looking South African, decent figure, good features, probably an 8 if she tidied herself up a bit.

GIRL4: 'Excuse me while I strip off...'
TMK: 'I'm not going to pay you....'

Now, this comment was something ironic and prescient in about equal measure. She proceeded to dance fairly provocatively right in front of me for about half an hour, while I paid little or no attention watching football; and a bunch of losers basically hounding her and buying her beer on demand, all the while, she's eye-fcking me. It's quite scary to see this effect women have on blue-pill men, from a red-pill perspective. I'm fairly sure I heard her say something about 'formerly' being a call girl. Get the feeling there are quite a few brasses in this new area. She eventually left with some midget looking guy with a walking stick. Almost definitely a hooker.

There was another girl who was dancing with her, who came up and kissed me on the cheek, telling me I look lovely. But she was rotten, so no point accounting for women you wouldn't bang. Probably another brass anyway.

-Girl 5-
Same venue, a bunch of dolled up blondes on the other side of the bar, caught their eyes going to the Gents'. I've had a few beers by this point. Come back out and say a quick 'hi, how you doing' to probably the hottest one. She wasn't great though; maybe a 7(ish). A whole load of war paint on and an air of an inflated opinion of herself. Next.

I decide to call it a night, but then as I get home I think fck it, I'll go for a couple more at a bar nearer my gaff.

Much better bar, higher quality women. I literally sat by the bar. This is an excellent tactic as it's neutral ground and you don't have to go up to people's tables uninvited. Most people in a venue will visit the bar at least once; they literally come to you. Minimal effort for maximum gain.

-Girl 6-
Petite blonde Canadian, gorgeous face, girly demeanor. Right up my street; damn, solid 8.5. Feel like she actually deserves higher, but she probably needed a bit more meat on her. She's already sitting there, so I ask if the seat is taken. The game is on.

A very breezy conversation about her travelling, background etc; unfortunately she's now in Europe or somewhere, not actually living here, just travelling. Plus she's an actress/dancer/singer/whatever; I've seriously had my fill of these types, but I guess no harm pursuing casually for now. Anyway, ultimately disqualified by logistics.

A bit awkward at first, I have to admit, brief pauses while I questioned her, but started to tease her and she definitely warmed up after a while. Get the feeling she was quite young and naive.

Anyway, as her friend returns, the telling moment.....

GIRL6: 'I've gotta go, it was really nice talking to you. You are the first person to speak to me in London.....'

THIS, gentlemen, tells us almost everything we need to know. A hot, fit young woman in her absolute physical prime is hardly ever engaged by guys. Just by actually starting a conversation, you're already so far in front of the crowd, it's basically yours to lose.

Shame about the logistics. Think this one could have been a genuine lead otherwise. Good practice though.

-Girl 7-
GIRL7: *orders pickle juice and whiskey shots.
TMK: 'What the fck is that??'
GIRL7: 'It's a Pickleback.'
TMK: 'That looks disgusting.'
GIRL7: 'It's amazing! You should have one!
TMK: (after checking the face out, not really for me) 'I'll have to take your word for it...enjoy!'. Go back to my beer.

-Girl 8-
Two girls come up for drinks; start a bit of bantering about the hot one's name as it's the same as the girl on the till. Not dissimilar to GIRL 6, but probably older and English. Probably an 8.

TMK: (to the friend) 'I quite fancy your friend, is she single?' *Proceed to give my number of a napkin.

This was where I fcked up. Should have been direct with the hot chick. Was starting to get a bit worse for wear by this point. Not heard anything yet. No drama.

The less hot friend seemed genuinely mesmerised by me. Just goes to show the effect again of half an ounce of confidence.

Still so much left to explore. Need to get out in to the city more as well. Not a bad start for a first outing in the new area. Not a terribly impressive report, but I've never really had to approach women like this before. It's actually quite fun when you get going. Girl 6 was actually a genuinely enjoyable encounter. Should have at least given an email address or something. Ah well, we live an learn; guess that's the whole point.

Only a matter of time before these start coming to fruition. Gonna get at least a couple naked before Christmas.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

NOVEMBER

A quiet month socially, having spent a load moving. It will be worth it in the long run. Now applying for jobs locally, cutting down time and cost of commuting. This is an ultimate consideration of living a rich and fulfilled existence that has finally dawned; respect for one's personal resources - e.g. commuting for even two hours a day, even anything much more than an hour, is a tragic waste of time.

We finally won a basketball game. I need to keep conditioning and progressing. Have let the gym slip the last couple of months, but starting to feel leaner and aerobically fitter anyway, owing to all the training and matches. Onward and upwards.

Still managed a couple of nights out to some live music gigs; always a few birds around, but sometimes there are a lot of hipster orbiters too (as there were on Saturday night; it would have been better to go elsewhere).

-Girl 9-
Italian opera singer at my mate's charity gig. A real talent and imaginative, authentic performance. Had a brief conversation about her history, training, artistic preferences blablabla. The usual. Worked the old 'weakness for pretty girls with great singing voices' routine (which is true, if a bit cheesy). She then motioned to go back to the next performance. That was that, as I left shortly after. Shame; a very natural conversation that could have gone much further in different circumstances.

-Girl 10-
Same gig. She arrived with a bunch of friends and immediately seemed to gravitate towards me, double-taking as she entered the room. Again, a brief conversation about something or other. Don't really remember. One of her friends said something to her along the lines of 'See you tomorrow then...!', suggesting they are used to her going off with guys on nights out. Reasonably attractive figure, but on closer inspection probably 7 facially, which is below my minimum standard 8 nowadays.

-Girls 11 and 12-
Both performers at the gig on Saturday, approached separately. Friendly enough and seemed like the conversations would have continued further, again under differing circumstances. Only problem that the gig was a massive sausage-fest and these two were probably the only viable options in the room; plus, of course they spent most of the evening on the fckn stage. Stayed on a bit afterwards, chatting to randoms and spoke to both of them again, but was very wary of looking like I was hanging around, especially as there were so few other women to talk to.

I didn't find any of these women particularly attractive; probably average 7.5. There probably have been others, but not memorable to be worthy of mentioning. There have also, of course, been others that should have been approached but were not. But, no point trying to run before walking.

Still, all good practice. Even after just these few, the whole experience seems much more natural. I'm starting to give off a vibe where women might actually start approaching me; this was certainly the case with Girls 10, 11 and 12. Need to be wary of how I act when talking; think this mainly owes to how many drinks I've had. Also need to work on being more entertaining rather than just holding mundane bullsh!t conversations.

My target of 100 by the end of the year was probably optimistic, but with the festive season nearly upon us, I'm planning a good few nights out. Will at least try to get to 50 by the New Year.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

DECEMBER

Early December, went out with flatmate, an old friend from uni and her workmates. Tricky to work properly with this group because my friend and I have previously been f-buddies, still good friends and she obviously still holds a flame for me. I hurt this girl before I'm not an a$$-hole like that anymore. Still good to flirt a bit. Plus, social proof coming out of my ears. Two waitresses were paying particular interest to my comfort and well-being; need to learn how to better work with this on the spur of the moment.

A man should never pass an opportunity to socialise alone in a group of women, if only for the learning experience. As I entered the bar we went to, all eyes were on me. There were probably 6 or 7 females in total, ranging from 6-8 /10. I sat at the bar a bit away from the main group and they just hung around, taking it in turns to chat with me individually and in pairs. Stuck to one drink, enough to loosen up a bit after work.

-Girl 13-

Married lesbian, not attractive. But turns out had a great personality and as I am learning, it's good to work with each woman in a group equally at least to start, regardless if you find them attractive. She was obviously one of the group leaders, owing not to looks, but to her warmth. Always good to get on the right side of the group favourites.

-Girl 14-

Probably the best prospect. Tallish, Anglo-Asian. A good 8 / 10 on the night. Was laughing OTT at everything I was saying. Later found out she's attached. No drama. It's good to just gain the experience, acting on instincts with attractive women. It's getting easier and easier almost by the day.

-Girl 15-

Probably the best looking of the bunch. Blonde European of some sort. Excellent facial features which is my preference. I made some comment to her during the group conversation and she reacted with stunned look of a rabbit in the headlights. Think partly she was nervous about her grasp of the language / humour; and partly, as I've said before, good-looking women are not used to guys talking to them. Because most guys are too weak.

She was over-enthusiastic when I said good-bye to her, clearly nervous; clearly wanted some.


Went on nearer home with my flatmate; she chatted with a few guys - she is much better at approaching than anyone on this forum; it's hardly what you call approaching, just catch someone's eye, start a conversation. I approached one more.

-Girl 16-

Outside having a cigarette with what I assume was her gay bestie, from who I pinched a cigarette.Brief conversation about smoking / vaping, benefits and disbenefits of both, blablabla. She was engaging, friendly and smiling and seemed interested. Flatmate returned from the toilet, telling me I should have asked for the number / escalated as we walked home. I used medium term continuation of personal progress as and excuse; which in hindsight, is just bullsh!t. This one seemed fairly keen and for once I was sober enough to remember and make a decent impression.

Approaching/starting a conversation is now hardly a problem in the right context, after a drink or two. This is huge progress and was very unlikely even a year ago. I've just never been one for approaching and chatting with strangers. This will translate in to sober encounters presently.

Progressions:
-Start more conversations when sober.
-Escalate encounters both physically and emotionally.

Treat all women the same from the outset, and they'll mostly react to you in the same ways. Hardly ground-breaking, but sure proof that we really have to get out in to the field, testing and re-testing, in order to verify theory for ourselves.

-Girl 17-

Barbershop. Female barber, which is unusual. She was chatting me up to start. Had a good conversation. I flirted a bit, teasing her about trusting her (with my hair). She didn't really bite, but was attracted. Pretty sure she's single, owing to her Christmas plans. Good face. The body wasn't really for me though. Probably a 7 overall.

What helped here, was my body language, as I entered and left the shop. The other barber was almost paying me more attention than his own customer too. I was wearing a fitted shirt, movements slow and purposeful. This aspect is starting to be natural now. I had to fake it to start with. But it's who I am now and it makes a world of difference to how people react and behave.

Attitude is everything.


Ended up going out on New Year’s Day solo as I didn’t really much over Christmas in the end. I always like to on NYD, as it clears the mind and is usually quite peaceful.

-Girl 18-

Offered me half of her unwanted cigarette when she saw me rolling outside the pub. I’d previously overheard her speaking in French with her friend, so thanked and greeted her fleetingly in French. She was hot (8/10) and taken aback by my authentic accent (half my family is French). (Note to self; learn to speak French properly in 2017).

-Girls 19 and 20-

Two girls at the same pub. One was maybe a 7, asked for cigarette papers, her friend an 8.5. Very pleasant people, though possibly getting tipsy/topping themselves up by the time I saw them. Easy conversation about New Year, travel blablalba. The usual. As they left, the 8 invited me inside with them to play board games, which in hindsight, I could have for an hour, just for a quick insta-date type thing. I went down the road to watch football instead. We live and learn.

-Girl 21-

Watching football, some older chick, 41yrs, 7.5/10 asked to read my newspaper. After half an hour, I strike up conversation and we basically have an unofficial insta-date then and there. She was open enough, but there wasn’t much spark if I’m honest. There were other guys sitting on the other side of her competing for her attention, which I didn’t react to. After three or four more drinks, I was getting light headed and starting to think with my d!ck. I offered her back to my place as she basically lives round the corner from me. She politely declined, saying something along the lines of being ‘too old’ for me. Exchanged numbers, and she text the same evening. Think to bother initiating further might be a long process and she would expect exclusivity almost straight away, which I don’t. My resources are better spent elsewhere. Maybe I’ll invite her for a drink.


So that's that for 2016 folks. It’s been challenging and educational, fun and enlightening in many different ways.

To conclude, I suppose the main thing I’ve learned (really learned), though this has probably been my most progressive year to date, personal progress does not happen overnight and is definitely to be on-going. I obviously haven’t achieved certain things I’ve set out to do (e.g. approaching 100), but am using it as motivation going forward. Will power is definitely something to focus on.

I can’t say my personal aims and objectives for this year are going to be much different. Just more progress, mentally, physically and professionally; and actually come up with some measurable goals to work towards in each respect. I am also keen to engage in new pastimes such as art, music and language which bears consideration. Also thinking about a long holiday in the summer.

With regards to women, it has definitely been an education. Think I’ve probably learned more about myself and how I have behaved in the past than I have about their behaviour as a species. I definitely feel more relaxed and giving off a vibe where they are comfortable to approach me, for whatever reason. I will build on this as well.


By the end of 2017, I will be in such a better place than even just 12 months ago.

Happy New Year folks.

 

[TheFixer14]

LMAO.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

LMAO.

How predictable.

Why are you even here, Mr Wolf? Surely yoir time would be better spent checking how much social media attention you're not getting or pining after all the women that you 'dont really want to date'... You're laughing now, but obviously going to cry yourself to sleep tonight

 

[TheFixer14]

How predictable.

Why are you even here, Mr Wolf? Surely yoir time would be better spent checking how much social media attention you're not getting or pining after all the women that you 'dont really want to date'... You're laughing now, but obviously going to cry yourself to sleep tonight

He-he. I just like fvcking with you.

Though it is sad how you seek a ton of external validation through these posts.

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

He-he. I just like fvcking with you.

Though it is sad how you seek a ton of external validation through these posts.

There are a few threads like this from different people, people who view the world in a positive light, guys who demonstrate progress like I have herein. It's hardly unique to this site. I also started this 6months ago and you are the first person to respond, yet I continue to update, so how exactly am I seeking external validation?

I do it to track my own progress, something which you are obviously not familiar with beyond your social media bullsh!t.

 

[TheFixer14]

There are a few threads like this from different people, people who view the world in a positive light, guys who demonstrate progress like I have herein. It's hardly unique to this site. I also started this 6months ago and you are the first person to respond, yet I continue to update, so how exactly am I seeking external validation?

I do it to track my own progress, something which you are obviously not familiar with beyond your social media bullsh!t.

I am sure that you aren't posting this for yourself. Otherwise, why not just have a private journal like a lot of people do?

And LOL. What kind of shot is that?

 

[TheMonkeyKing]

Maybe partly I post here as a demonstration that progress is possible, in certain instances for people like you who are clearly completely lost, demonstrated by all your woe-is-me crybaby antics.

Anyway, I'm getting a bit bored of this little moment we've had and I've said all Ive got to. I don't need to justify myself to you. Come back and show us your own year long journal, showing your own progress, by which time you might have caught up a bit.