Enough with the analysis of my behaviour guys, come on. I'm on here trying to make a point and all you guys are trying to do is play therapist. I don't need, nor do I care about your psychoanalysis of my motives/actions/behaviour/etc etc. What I do need however is for every prospective and current "PuA" to understand that while you may be talented in your own right, Natural Game trumps all. I don't care if you've fucked Carmen Electra doggystyle on a balcony overlooking the Champs-Élysées, I don't care if you've taken my mom out for a nice seafood dinner and never called her again, no matter what, Natural Game trumps all.

Now most of you have taken this as insulting/berating/demeaning/etc, but like I said before, this is not meant to do that. This is meant to demonstrate the power that is Natural Game. I'm proud of being who I am, I don't need to hide my insecurities by pumping myself up to be a fucking asshole. I am only here trying to demonstrate that while your material may be the shit, natural game is ten times nastier.

Keep on hating if you want, but if you do you're completely missing my point.

G

I don't need to hide my insecurities by pumping myself up to be a fucking asshole

Hi,

First, I am not a PuA. I have never aspired to be a PuA and I hope to God (Or any extra-terrestrial being for that matter) that I will never sink so low that I will resort to becoming a PuA. This post is not meant to insult, berate or belittle anybody on this forum (though it undoubtedly will) because personally, I need every single one of you: PuA's, AFC's, whatever you want to call yourself, I need you. The reason is simple; without all of you, I would not be able to run my game. I would not be able to go to a bar with a group of friends, and leave the bar with a good looking female on my arm/shoulder/dick/whatever.

Most of you are probably sitting behind your computer screen seething and thinking: "What?! That makes no sense!" Well, sorry pal, but this makes perfect sense. The reason that this makes sense is because while all of you are attempting to become the next big thing in the PuA world (you're all doing so great too I bet!), I am benefiting from losers like yourself approaching women.

Let me give you an example: Last weekend I was at a relatively packed bar in downtown Toronto with some buddies. I ordered myself a few double vodka waters and looked around to see what sort of females were in the joint. There were a lot of swamp donkies, a fair amount of average looking females, a handful of decent to good looking women, and one perfect 10. This girl was a rocket; perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect legs and hair, everything. I stood at the bar and crushed a few beers and then turned around to make my move. However right when I was about to approach this fine specimen, some tool wearing a cowboy hat, bangles and rings, and a stupid smile on his face approached her and her friends. I watched the scene unravel pretty quickly and since I'm relatively informed about the PuA scene I was able to understand what was happening. This guy stood there, doing his thing for these women (and more specifically the perfect 10) and eventually was able to isolate the target.

Now I usually don't try to intentionally bust up another dudes game but in this circumstance, I wanted that girl and I get what I want. So I finished my drink and bee-lined to the area where these two were talking. I stood to the side for a minute and watched as this tool-bag tried to capture his audience with funny jokes, little tricks and a fair amount of contact (you can call it kino, but personally, I stopped using codes for words when I was 11). Eventually I had enough and thrust myself into the scene; it was my time to show this idiot what real game was.

Me: Hey champ, I thought the Criss Angel fan club wasn't allowed out past 11:30.
Girl: *Laughter*
Tool: *Attempt to be clever and witty by insulting me back with almost the same line.* (Clever move!)

Now if you have read this far you have probably guess what type of person I am: I am a Natural Alpha Male. I am not a nerd who has studied how to become an alpha male. I am not a random guy who decided enough was enough and attempted to better himself. No. I am the epitome of Alpha Male so when this weird dressed little man tried to insult me, I could not hold myself back.

Me (to girl): Listen sweetheart, I don't think you want to be around for this.
Girl: *Looks at me with disgust, back to Tool and waits for his reassurance.*
Tool (standing with a smug look on his face, looking directly at me): Go to the bar, I'll be there in a sec.

Now see what I did here? I called the shots. I made the moves. I made this tool agree with what I was saying while proving to this girl who the real man was. I wasn't running game. I wasn't using "canned lines" or techniques I had read in a book. No. I was being an animalistic, territorial man. This is something that is natural, not learned. Some people have it, most do not.

As the girl went to the bar I tore this kid to shreds. Insulting his outfit (to all you peacock theorists out there. You look like a bunch of fuck faces. Thank you for making me look better), insulting his terrible attempt to pick the girl up and even insulting his choice of drink...some sort of gay martini. While I was doing this however I was certain that the 10 was looking or at least glancing in this direction so I made sure to stand taller than this kid, to look more dominant than this kid, and to show to her (and to the rest of the people watching) that natural ability completely kicks the shit out of your trained game. This was personal now for me.

After about 5 minutes the kid had enough and tried to slide back to the girl at the bar. While he did this I went and took a piss, bought another double vodka water and then shot the shit with my buddy. While I was talking to my buddy, who do you think walks up to me and taps me on the shoulder? The tool? No. It was the 10.

The rest of the story is simple; I acted like myself to the broad, I was cocky, I was confident, I was assertive and outgoing and I ended up taking her home and fucking the daylight out of her. Then I woke up, fucked her again and took her digits.

So, the moral of the story? Well the moral is this; no matter how good you think you are, no matter how many women you have "sarged" or picked up, no matter what girls you have fucked (models, pornstars, senators, first ladies), someone with Natural Game and natural talent will always win. You think guys like Mystery and Gambler were never outgamed? They were. And it was by guys like me.

I win. You lose. Natural Game is more impressive and more successful than your learned game. You can argue me all you like, but eventually, you will all learn.

You can better yourself, and I'm proud of you guys for that. You can become the dude you have always wanted to be, but in the real world, the strong survive, the weak get eaten. I hope to see some of you in the near future.

Gray

Keep on hating if you want, but if you do you're completely missing my point.

G

Hi,

First, I am not a PuA. I have never aspired to be a PuA and I hope to God (Or any extra-terrestrial being for that matter) that I will never sink so low that I will resort to becoming a PuA. This post is not meant to insult, berate or belittle anybody on this forum (though it undoubtedly will) because personally, I need every single one of you: PuA's, AFC's, whatever you want to call yourself, I need you. The reason is simple; without all of you, I would not be able to run my game. I would not be able to go to a bar with a group of friends, and leave the bar with a good looking female on my arm/shoulder/dick/whatever.

Most of you are probably sitting behind your computer screen seething and thinking: "What?! That makes no sense!" Well, sorry pal, but this makes perfect sense. The reason that this makes sense is because while all of you are attempting to become the next big thing in the PuA world (you're all doing so great too I bet!), I am benefiting from losers like yourself approaching women.

Let me give you an example: Last weekend I was at a relatively packed bar in downtown Toronto with some buddies. I ordered myself a few double vodka waters and looked around to see what sort of females were in the joint. There were a lot of swamp donkies, a fair amount of average looking females, a handful of decent to good looking women, and one perfect 10. This girl was a rocket; perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect legs and hair, everything. I stood at the bar and crushed a few beers and then turned around to make my move. However right when I was about to approach this fine specimen, some tool wearing a cowboy hat, bangles and rings, and a stupid smile on his face approached her and her friends. I watched the scene unravel pretty quickly and since I'm relatively informed about the PuA scene I was able to understand what was happening. This guy stood there, doing his thing for these women (and more specifically the perfect 10) and eventually was able to isolate the target.

Now I usually don't try to intentionally bust up another dudes game but in this circumstance, I wanted that girl and I get what I want. So I finished my drink and bee-lined to the area where these two were talking. I stood to the side for a minute and watched as this tool-bag tried to capture his audience with funny jokes, little tricks and a fair amount of contact (you can call it kino, but personally, I stopped using codes for words when I was 11). Eventually I had enough and thrust myself into the scene; it was my time to show this idiot what real game was.

Me: Hey champ, I thought the Criss Angel fan club wasn't allowed out past 11:30.
Girl: *Laughter*
Tool: *Attempt to be clever and witty by insulting me back with almost the same line.* (Clever move!)

Now if you have read this far you have probably guess what type of person I am: I am a Natural Alpha Male. I am not a nerd who has studied how to become an alpha male. I am not a random guy who decided enough was enough and attempted to better himself. No. I am the epitome of Alpha Male so when this weird dressed little man tried to insult me, I could not hold myself back.

Me (to girl): Listen sweetheart, I don't think you want to be around for this.
Girl: *Looks at me with disgust, back to Tool and waits for his reassurance.*
Tool (standing with a smug look on his face, looking directly at me): Go to the bar, I'll be there in a sec.

Now see what I did here? I called the shots. I made the moves. I made this tool agree with what I was saying while proving to this girl who the real man was. I wasn't running game. I wasn't using "canned lines" or techniques I had read in a book. No. I was being an animalistic, territorial man. This is something that is natural, not learned. Some people have it, most do not.

As the girl went to the bar I tore this kid to shreds. Insulting his outfit (to all you peacock theorists out there. You look like a bunch of fuck faces. Thank you for making me look better), insulting his terrible attempt to pick the girl up and even insulting his choice of drink...some sort of gay martini. While I was doing this however I was certain that the 10 was looking or at least glancing in this direction so I made sure to stand taller than this kid, to look more dominant than this kid, and to show to her (and to the rest of the people watching) that natural ability completely kicks the shit out of your trained game. This was personal now for me.

After about 5 minutes the kid had enough and tried to slide back to the girl at the bar. While he did this I went and took a piss, bought another double vodka water and then shot the shit with my buddy. While I was talking to my buddy, who do you think walks up to me and taps me on the shoulder? The tool? No. It was the 10.

The rest of the story is simple; I acted like myself to the broad, I was cocky, I was confident, I was assertive and outgoing and I ended up taking her home and fucking the daylight out of her. Then I woke up, fucked her again and took her digits.

So, the moral of the story? Well the moral is this; no matter how good you think you are, no matter how many women you have "sarged" or picked up, no matter what girls you have fucked (models, pornstars, senators, first ladies), someone with Natural Game and natural talent will always win. You think guys like Mystery and Gambler were never outgamed? They were. And it was by guys like me.

I win. You lose. Natural Game is more impressive and more successful than your learned game. You can argue me all you like, but eventually, you will all learn.

You can better yourself, and I'm proud of you guys for that. You can become the dude you have always wanted to be, but in the real world, the strong survive, the weak get eaten. I hope to see some of you in the near future.

Gray

"I will never sink so low that I will resort to becoming a PuA"

I win. You lose.