So if there's anyone to ever go through a quicker transformation, I want you to point them out...
My girlfriend of three and a half years just broke up with me over some bullshit about a week ago. And this was no ordinary girlfriend. She's the same case of one-itis that took my heart back when I was sixteen years old, only to leave me for the ridiculous, overbearing AMOG that lived next door to her (who, by the way, is a knife-wielding, overly bragging, zealous, pathetic excuse for what a real man is supposed to be). Needless to say, when I was sixteen and the love of my life up and left me, I was crushed and had no consolidation in my love life except to... anyone wanna guess?!?!? THAT'S RIGHT!! HATE HER FREAKIN' GUTS FOR 6 MONTHS STRAIGHT! Lol.
Unfortunately for her, this isn't how our second strike is going to pan out.
I told myself, in my adolescent rage/hate fest back in the day, that I would never date this girl again should the opportunity arise. In the meantime, I met a stripper, almost had a kid with her, and proceeded to ride the rollercoaster of the relationship that included the most emotionally crazy bitch I've ever met in my life. She was nuts. And after that ended horribly, after 2 years of dating, Miss Broke-My-Heart comes back from New York City with a mission, going all around my hometown interrogating, formulating, seeking a solitary goal in which all her attention and emotion is set upon: me; she had made a mistake when we were kids and had to have me back. It was a beautifully written soap opera handed down from God himself to provide the perfect conclusion to an otherwise unclosured tragedy. And I was right. This was a beautiful second chance life had tossed at me to engage in true love. But if you read the first paragraph of this post, you will already know that the second time around didn't work out either!!!!!!!! What the fuck?? So now I am faced with the only mature option that is the solution to my life's relationship rut: becoming a mutha fuckin' pick up artist, bitches!!!
I've now read The Game. It only took me a few days, because the second I started reading the book, it was like crack to me and I spent every available second reading more on the subject of the single life... I've been so involved in relationships ever since I was like 14 that I never had a chance to develop theories and experiences that I imagined in my head. And The Game provided an avalanche of perspective that I gambled away in my adolescent years devoting all of my time (and my dick) to one woman. It was like reading my thoughts in a Mirror of Revealing, showing me my own brain donated by the poetics of another like-minded genius. When the fuck did I become so needy?? When the fuck did I sacrifice my sexuality for insecurity (because I was never really 100% sure that I had the girl I was with)?? And not only when, but WHY?? WHY?? WHY?? Why would I give all of this up in exchange for a chance at something I would eventually never get? Because I'm a bad gambler, apparently! But all gamblers can learn to control their obsession and take calculated risks, investing their current portfolio to produce income, rather than probabilities. Which is why I would like to introduce myself to the PUA forum world as Vegas. And I will constantly be fine-tuning my game and researching my material to provide maximum interest (no pun intended) and feedback from my endeavors. I will not die without exercising the release of intelligence and savagery that connect me with the deep-seeded existance of natural sexuality that has flowed for millennia past and will continue to flourish as God's greatest entrepreneurship for all time present and future.
It's great to be awoken and to become part of this shit!! It's all the gift of life from here...
- Vegas
