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D11
TLDR: inner psychological warfare and 11 opens out of a possible 14
Mission today: same as yesterday. Go out and open some chicks!
OK. For some reason I was really dreading today, possibly because I am still not sleeping well. Or maybe the stress of going out daily is starting to catch up with me. Either way, I was not a happy camper when I arrived at my station and hit the streets. The mind started throwing up all kinds of stuff. 'How much longer am I going to have to do this?' 'I don't think I can keep on doing this.'
What's interesting is that my AA is no longer focusing on my age so much. Which supports my own theory - for some reason, you want to feel fear and the mind will furnish you with a thought to justify that fear, but the fear is not picky or fussy in whatever thought it chooses to clothe itself in. The mind tells itself, this is the reason you feel like shit and until this reason goes away, you are going to keep on feeling like shit.
Now I realise that reading a journal filled with psychological musings may not be everyone's cup of tea, but to me, this is the essence of game. Game is played in the field, yes, but there are two fields. The one out there and the one in your head. And if you win the game in your head, you have effectively won the battle in the field. I really believe this.
I am at war with myself.
On the one side is my true self. On the other is my heart-mind, complete with feelings and thoughts.
The former wants to make love to lots of beautiful women. Don't ask me what the latter wants. I have no idea. It's not even as simple as it wants to stop me, because sometimes, instead of being a massive internal cockblocker, it throws a curveball and turns into the best wingman ever. Go figure.
Most day (and night) gamers burn out. That's happened to me 3 times before. This has now become an interesting, if very painful, psychological experiment for me. To keep going out and to keep opening. And so far it's easy! All I did today, with a few exceptions, was ask for directions, yet even that I found stressful. That's because the mind knows what's on the other side. Next week we are going to up the ante. And the week after that. And the week after that.
Feels like shit, ain't gonna lie. Gotta keep going. If I quit now, I know I'm never coming back.
OK, enough mindwank. Noticeable opens...
OPEN #1
mid 30's English chick. Asked her if I was going the right way to X. She looked me in the eyes and smiled and said yes, keep going. But the way she looked and smiled at me meant one of two things, which I haven't decided which one is correct, perhaps you guys can help me;
OPEN #2
early 40's English businesswoman, very slender figure. Same thing and same smile, even stronger.
OPEN #3
19 year old Moldovan street beggar - yeah, you read that right. She was begging. I took a closer look and realised she was stunning, with blue eyes. Told her I didn't have any money and started asking how old she was and where she's from. Guys, this girl was the hottest street beggar I had seen in my life. My dick was twitching. I really felt sorry for her though. She kept looking at me, perhaps hoping I would make some different kind of move i.e. hit on her. (She wasn't smelly or scruffy.) Perhaps her eyes were pleading for me to save her. Well, I did feel a bit of beta white knight within me but then thought, I don't want the hassle or the responsibility or the involvement with someone who might just turn out to be a master manipulator. Plus, this isn't the mission. So I said, 'sorry, I can't help you' and left it at that.
OPEN #7
mid 30s very classy English lady in suede boots and long summer dress. We are talking Emily Blunt in The Devil Likes Prada. Opened asking for directions to famous store and she told me. I said I just knew you would be the person to ask with your aesthetic. She laughed and we chatted for a bit before she had to cross the road and said 'I'm going this way'. Lovely smile.
That's it. I felt better towards the end but not high. Tomorrow is another day. Rinse. Repeat
TLDR: inner psychological warfare and 11 opens out of a possible 14
Mission today: same as yesterday. Go out and open some chicks!
OK. For some reason I was really dreading today, possibly because I am still not sleeping well. Or maybe the stress of going out daily is starting to catch up with me. Either way, I was not a happy camper when I arrived at my station and hit the streets. The mind started throwing up all kinds of stuff. 'How much longer am I going to have to do this?' 'I don't think I can keep on doing this.'
What's interesting is that my AA is no longer focusing on my age so much. Which supports my own theory - for some reason, you want to feel fear and the mind will furnish you with a thought to justify that fear, but the fear is not picky or fussy in whatever thought it chooses to clothe itself in. The mind tells itself, this is the reason you feel like shit and until this reason goes away, you are going to keep on feeling like shit.
Now I realise that reading a journal filled with psychological musings may not be everyone's cup of tea, but to me, this is the essence of game. Game is played in the field, yes, but there are two fields. The one out there and the one in your head. And if you win the game in your head, you have effectively won the battle in the field. I really believe this.
I am at war with myself.
On the one side is my true self. On the other is my heart-mind, complete with feelings and thoughts.
The former wants to make love to lots of beautiful women. Don't ask me what the latter wants. I have no idea. It's not even as simple as it wants to stop me, because sometimes, instead of being a massive internal cockblocker, it throws a curveball and turns into the best wingman ever. Go figure.
Most day (and night) gamers burn out. That's happened to me 3 times before. This has now become an interesting, if very painful, psychological experiment for me. To keep going out and to keep opening. And so far it's easy! All I did today, with a few exceptions, was ask for directions, yet even that I found stressful. That's because the mind knows what's on the other side. Next week we are going to up the ante. And the week after that. And the week after that.
Feels like shit, ain't gonna lie. Gotta keep going. If I quit now, I know I'm never coming back.
OK, enough mindwank. Noticeable opens...
OPEN #1
mid 30's English chick. Asked her if I was going the right way to X. She looked me in the eyes and smiled and said yes, keep going. But the way she looked and smiled at me meant one of two things, which I haven't decided which one is correct, perhaps you guys can help me;
- I know you are about to approach me and start a man-to-woman interaction, so shoot your shot.
- I'm smiling because of the vibe you are projecting.
- both?
OPEN #2
early 40's English businesswoman, very slender figure. Same thing and same smile, even stronger.
OPEN #3
19 year old Moldovan street beggar - yeah, you read that right. She was begging. I took a closer look and realised she was stunning, with blue eyes. Told her I didn't have any money and started asking how old she was and where she's from. Guys, this girl was the hottest street beggar I had seen in my life. My dick was twitching. I really felt sorry for her though. She kept looking at me, perhaps hoping I would make some different kind of move i.e. hit on her. (She wasn't smelly or scruffy.) Perhaps her eyes were pleading for me to save her. Well, I did feel a bit of beta white knight within me but then thought, I don't want the hassle or the responsibility or the involvement with someone who might just turn out to be a master manipulator. Plus, this isn't the mission. So I said, 'sorry, I can't help you' and left it at that.
OPEN #7
mid 30s very classy English lady in suede boots and long summer dress. We are talking Emily Blunt in The Devil Likes Prada. Opened asking for directions to famous store and she told me. I said I just knew you would be the person to ask with your aesthetic. She laughed and we chatted for a bit before she had to cross the road and said 'I'm going this way'. Lovely smile.
That's it. I felt better towards the end but not high. Tomorrow is another day. Rinse. Repeat