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Hello Girlschase community-
I am writing this as much as for my sake as for all of you. You see, I just had a terrific night in which I took parts of my game to higher ascents, in a giant culmination of many recent failures and my reaction to them. I want to immortalize this night for my future reference as much as to share with you all. Back in high school I had reached a certain level with girls where I could get laid despite shortcomings in certain categories, such as handling lmr and lack of abundance. In some ways it was easier then, and my entry into college was rife with eye-opening, delusion-shattering experiences that quickly paved my new path forward. So many girls I have screwed up, of which many I would have had if I had only been just that more attuned to where I am now... But no matter. Enough dramatization. Let's get to the story.
It was my birthday, and I was hanging out with my newfound mentor and his roommate, who happens to be my cousin. That is how we met. For my mentor/friend's recent birthday, I got him this terrific gift, which was a complete surprise to him since we had only just met. I am very good at reading people, and knew exactly what to get this new friend of mine that would have him see me as a younger version of himself, and thus a willing and worthy mentee. This combined with first impressions and dead accurate cold reads on my part of him and his hidden conscious edge with women had this new mentor of mine opening himself up to me right away. I have learned very much from him in these first two months of college, and am very proud of myself for my way of going about securing this mentor. Anyway, we were celebrating my own birthday at his apartment. He got me two bottles of very nice champagne, along with three similar books, including Dale Carnegie's How to Win Friends and Influence People. My mentor and I are kindred spirits in many ways, and we both recognize in each other the craving for an edge that something like Girlschase or the Carnegie book provides. Really a cool setup between us.
I had ran into a girl from a previous LR (A Night Beyond Expectations II)walking to class that day, and texted her telling her it was my birthday and that we should celebrate. My friend marveled at how I was able to bind her over text by being very masculine, direct, and non-needy. This girl who in the past tested me hard when I tried seeing her again after that first night (alcohol was involved, sex wasn't A-grade, girl is young) completely bent to my newfound manly demeanor as the text conversation unfolded. This new and improved mental model I have developed as a result of analyzing previous failures and gaining many new experiences seeks to emulate how a man acts- he is focused on his mission and his woman futilely seeks to steal away his attention, but cannot completely. He is controlled and deep and steadfast, strong and independent, and his woman knows how fortunate she is when she has his attention. My friend/mentor, his gorgeous girlfriend, and I picked up my girl at her dorm, where I got to internally revel in triumph at the horror on the face of one of my girl's imbecilic "suitors" as she left their group to steal away with me. My girl (I can call her that after my night with her) is very desirable and has many guys chasing after her. Let me tell you, I LOVE beating other guys. It gives me such validation. Might be unhealthy, honestly, but it has propelled me to giant heights. My mentor is very smooth, smoother than I am right now, and I let him do most of the talking on the drive to his apartment and even once we got back there, keeping in mind one of Chase's stories of hanging out with a natural friend of his and finally surpassing him by not trying to beat him at his own talkative game but by sitting cool. I instead focused on his girlfriend, who I could sense was very happy and willing to talk with me out of jealousy of the attention he was giving the other girl as well and just really liking me. My girl later that night admitted to me how much she had been dying to talk to me, and how it had irked her that I wasn't paying attention to her from the get go
. Eventually, after her asking me many times, I sat next to her on the couch, where she spent the next 20 minutes trying to hog my divided attention and kiss me. In the recent past I would have focused on her and kissed her first, rather than get her to chase. Which can work, mind you, but it a step below having her do all the work. In the past my persistence and smoothness and fundamentals bypassed remnants of chasing,enough for me to feel progress, but where I am at now is much more fulfilling. Finally, with my friend's permission, I led her into my friend's bedroom. Sure does beat a dorm room. (I'm a college freshman for those of you who don't know) I was then able to very easily break any LMR that prior would have given me trouble. Never again will I reward a girl for bringing things to a halt, and for those of you who haven't quite grasped this, it is such a thrill to turn a girl from telling you to stop to begging to have you fuck her by simply removing your attention from her. But this is only one of my breakthroughs...
I started out my journey to become legendary with women pretty decent at sex, having read up on Chase's techniques and mentalities, as well as Hector's and visualizations on my part. But it was only the beginning. I could make girls orgasm, and be very dominant with them, but I couldn't do this consistently, and when I did make them cum they weren't screaming and shaking afterward. It wasn't enough. The night of my birthday marked the first time I fucked a girl into the depths of oblivion. In the past I was too mentally present, which combined with porn and masturbation addiction remnants would sometimes prevent me from staying hard enough. This time I could only feel for my own pleasure and her own, no thinking involved. This combined with Chase's pillars of sex (rhythm, skin contact, adapted missionary) led to me getting this girl to scream and shudder and quiver and cum all over the bed and later the couch, once my friend and cousin had gone to bed. We fucked over and over, and this sharp and intelligent and independent girl for that night became my willing possession, totally dependent to me and following my lead without question. She told me I was special and she hadn't met anyone like me, and that she things she really, really likes me. To which I smiled and kissed her, starting up another round. I was a savage animal, a killer, and she was the recipient of my newfound power. After the first few rounds, we would fall asleep, only to stir and wake up and fuck, and fall back asleep, me lying on my back with her curled up on my side. Fuck, fall asleep, wake up, fuck, fall asleep, wake up, fuck, fall asleep. We couldn't get enough. I may have been hard the entire night- it seemed my dick was overdosed with her pussy that it forgot how to go soft, even after I would come. We would fuck, she would put her pants back on, then after we woke up again she would take her pants back off and put them on again after we were done, only to a short while later take them back off. It was one of the most powerful, insightful, and inspiring points of my life. I now know what it is to truly be the man during intimacy, and know what a woman is meant to be to complement my masculinity.
I left early the next morning to go to practice. My girl desperately tried to get me to stay, despite being in a slumber-like stupor.No exaggeration- her eyes were half closed and she was groggy but she begged me to stay and grabbed my arm with a vice-like grip and tried to use her legs to subdue me. But I had to go, drawn towards furthering my purpose. I later learned that she and I had gotten bodily fluids all over the couch, which my cousin was really pissed about. My cousin and I only get along to a certain point, and I worry that he won't ever forget something like this. I love him- he is my kin, but feel that he can't handle how arrogant I can be sometimes, which doesn't go well with his own personality. This makes me happy and sad; happy to see that my quest to become an arrogant man as detailed by Hector is reaching its fruition (evidenced by many, many events like this, where I selfishly go after what I want at the expense of others), and sad because I don't want to cause people I care about toil. It was pretty insensitive on my part getting fluids all over his couch the way I did, but at the same time was a big triumph for my personal journey as I did things to a girl I hadn't been able to do before, and made a memory worthy of my highest ambitions. We also kept him and my friend/his GF up that night since my girl and I were so vocal. Not really cool on my part, but what else could I do, going down the road I am? It may be time to start reigning in my selfishness, but at the same time I feel I have only just gotten started...
Overall, very very momentous (monumentous?) night. I successfully took my game to a new level, turned a girl from fairly interested to desperately chasing after me with calculated little effort, impressed my mentor who can recognize exactly what I am doing since he is at that level, pissed off my cousin, and for the first time was literally so exhausted after a night of passion that I slept all day after practice the next day. I gave that girl all I had. Plus it was my birthday lol.
Appreciate any who made it this far. I probably sound like one hell of a cocky son of a bitch with a mega superiority complex in this RR, but that is exactly where I am at right now. My fundamentals are better than ever: I have cool facial hair, a wicked hairstyle, clean. healthy, tan skin, and aside from some extra weight a great physique. (by extra weight I mean I don't yet look like Brad Pitt in Fight Club) My fashion no longer has any holes, my walk is dominant and powerful, my eye contact deadly, my demeanor smoother than ever, my testosterone bursting. Only problem is that I'm kind of an asshole to anyone who doesn't provide value to me or gets in my way at anything, which has alienated me a bit from my rowing team, one of my roommates, and my cousin. Not sure how to handle that. But oh well, I can fuck a girl to smithereens, bench a train, obliterate people in debate, and finesse people into doing my bidding. Who else can say the same? (that isn't a member of girlschase) All you older guys that read this probably see me as some silly young guy spouting off steam with much to learn, but know that I know you are right, which is not typical of young, arrogant, ignorant assholes. I am just enjoying myself right now. I know I still have much to do and far to go.
Cheers to Chase Amante and Hector Castillo, whose articles and the mentalities I have developed with them are especially relevant to this post.
Ambiance
I am writing this as much as for my sake as for all of you. You see, I just had a terrific night in which I took parts of my game to higher ascents, in a giant culmination of many recent failures and my reaction to them. I want to immortalize this night for my future reference as much as to share with you all. Back in high school I had reached a certain level with girls where I could get laid despite shortcomings in certain categories, such as handling lmr and lack of abundance. In some ways it was easier then, and my entry into college was rife with eye-opening, delusion-shattering experiences that quickly paved my new path forward. So many girls I have screwed up, of which many I would have had if I had only been just that more attuned to where I am now... But no matter. Enough dramatization. Let's get to the story.
It was my birthday, and I was hanging out with my newfound mentor and his roommate, who happens to be my cousin. That is how we met. For my mentor/friend's recent birthday, I got him this terrific gift, which was a complete surprise to him since we had only just met. I am very good at reading people, and knew exactly what to get this new friend of mine that would have him see me as a younger version of himself, and thus a willing and worthy mentee. This combined with first impressions and dead accurate cold reads on my part of him and his hidden conscious edge with women had this new mentor of mine opening himself up to me right away. I have learned very much from him in these first two months of college, and am very proud of myself for my way of going about securing this mentor. Anyway, we were celebrating my own birthday at his apartment. He got me two bottles of very nice champagne, along with three similar books, including Dale Carnegie's How to Win Friends and Influence People. My mentor and I are kindred spirits in many ways, and we both recognize in each other the craving for an edge that something like Girlschase or the Carnegie book provides. Really a cool setup between us.
I had ran into a girl from a previous LR (A Night Beyond Expectations II)walking to class that day, and texted her telling her it was my birthday and that we should celebrate. My friend marveled at how I was able to bind her over text by being very masculine, direct, and non-needy. This girl who in the past tested me hard when I tried seeing her again after that first night (alcohol was involved, sex wasn't A-grade, girl is young) completely bent to my newfound manly demeanor as the text conversation unfolded. This new and improved mental model I have developed as a result of analyzing previous failures and gaining many new experiences seeks to emulate how a man acts- he is focused on his mission and his woman futilely seeks to steal away his attention, but cannot completely. He is controlled and deep and steadfast, strong and independent, and his woman knows how fortunate she is when she has his attention. My friend/mentor, his gorgeous girlfriend, and I picked up my girl at her dorm, where I got to internally revel in triumph at the horror on the face of one of my girl's imbecilic "suitors" as she left their group to steal away with me. My girl (I can call her that after my night with her) is very desirable and has many guys chasing after her. Let me tell you, I LOVE beating other guys. It gives me such validation. Might be unhealthy, honestly, but it has propelled me to giant heights. My mentor is very smooth, smoother than I am right now, and I let him do most of the talking on the drive to his apartment and even once we got back there, keeping in mind one of Chase's stories of hanging out with a natural friend of his and finally surpassing him by not trying to beat him at his own talkative game but by sitting cool. I instead focused on his girlfriend, who I could sense was very happy and willing to talk with me out of jealousy of the attention he was giving the other girl as well and just really liking me. My girl later that night admitted to me how much she had been dying to talk to me, and how it had irked her that I wasn't paying attention to her from the get go
. Eventually, after her asking me many times, I sat next to her on the couch, where she spent the next 20 minutes trying to hog my divided attention and kiss me. In the recent past I would have focused on her and kissed her first, rather than get her to chase. Which can work, mind you, but it a step below having her do all the work. In the past my persistence and smoothness and fundamentals bypassed remnants of chasing,enough for me to feel progress, but where I am at now is much more fulfilling. Finally, with my friend's permission, I led her into my friend's bedroom. Sure does beat a dorm room. (I'm a college freshman for those of you who don't know) I was then able to very easily break any LMR that prior would have given me trouble. Never again will I reward a girl for bringing things to a halt, and for those of you who haven't quite grasped this, it is such a thrill to turn a girl from telling you to stop to begging to have you fuck her by simply removing your attention from her. But this is only one of my breakthroughs...I started out my journey to become legendary with women pretty decent at sex, having read up on Chase's techniques and mentalities, as well as Hector's and visualizations on my part. But it was only the beginning. I could make girls orgasm, and be very dominant with them, but I couldn't do this consistently, and when I did make them cum they weren't screaming and shaking afterward. It wasn't enough. The night of my birthday marked the first time I fucked a girl into the depths of oblivion. In the past I was too mentally present, which combined with porn and masturbation addiction remnants would sometimes prevent me from staying hard enough. This time I could only feel for my own pleasure and her own, no thinking involved. This combined with Chase's pillars of sex (rhythm, skin contact, adapted missionary) led to me getting this girl to scream and shudder and quiver and cum all over the bed and later the couch, once my friend and cousin had gone to bed. We fucked over and over, and this sharp and intelligent and independent girl for that night became my willing possession, totally dependent to me and following my lead without question. She told me I was special and she hadn't met anyone like me, and that she things she really, really likes me. To which I smiled and kissed her, starting up another round. I was a savage animal, a killer, and she was the recipient of my newfound power. After the first few rounds, we would fall asleep, only to stir and wake up and fuck, and fall back asleep, me lying on my back with her curled up on my side. Fuck, fall asleep, wake up, fuck, fall asleep, wake up, fuck, fall asleep. We couldn't get enough. I may have been hard the entire night- it seemed my dick was overdosed with her pussy that it forgot how to go soft, even after I would come. We would fuck, she would put her pants back on, then after we woke up again she would take her pants back off and put them on again after we were done, only to a short while later take them back off. It was one of the most powerful, insightful, and inspiring points of my life. I now know what it is to truly be the man during intimacy, and know what a woman is meant to be to complement my masculinity.
I left early the next morning to go to practice. My girl desperately tried to get me to stay, despite being in a slumber-like stupor.No exaggeration- her eyes were half closed and she was groggy but she begged me to stay and grabbed my arm with a vice-like grip and tried to use her legs to subdue me. But I had to go, drawn towards furthering my purpose. I later learned that she and I had gotten bodily fluids all over the couch, which my cousin was really pissed about. My cousin and I only get along to a certain point, and I worry that he won't ever forget something like this. I love him- he is my kin, but feel that he can't handle how arrogant I can be sometimes, which doesn't go well with his own personality. This makes me happy and sad; happy to see that my quest to become an arrogant man as detailed by Hector is reaching its fruition (evidenced by many, many events like this, where I selfishly go after what I want at the expense of others), and sad because I don't want to cause people I care about toil. It was pretty insensitive on my part getting fluids all over his couch the way I did, but at the same time was a big triumph for my personal journey as I did things to a girl I hadn't been able to do before, and made a memory worthy of my highest ambitions. We also kept him and my friend/his GF up that night since my girl and I were so vocal. Not really cool on my part, but what else could I do, going down the road I am? It may be time to start reigning in my selfishness, but at the same time I feel I have only just gotten started...
Overall, very very momentous (monumentous?) night. I successfully took my game to a new level, turned a girl from fairly interested to desperately chasing after me with calculated little effort, impressed my mentor who can recognize exactly what I am doing since he is at that level, pissed off my cousin, and for the first time was literally so exhausted after a night of passion that I slept all day after practice the next day. I gave that girl all I had. Plus it was my birthday lol.
Appreciate any who made it this far. I probably sound like one hell of a cocky son of a bitch with a mega superiority complex in this RR, but that is exactly where I am at right now. My fundamentals are better than ever: I have cool facial hair, a wicked hairstyle, clean. healthy, tan skin, and aside from some extra weight a great physique. (by extra weight I mean I don't yet look like Brad Pitt in Fight Club) My fashion no longer has any holes, my walk is dominant and powerful, my eye contact deadly, my demeanor smoother than ever, my testosterone bursting. Only problem is that I'm kind of an asshole to anyone who doesn't provide value to me or gets in my way at anything, which has alienated me a bit from my rowing team, one of my roommates, and my cousin. Not sure how to handle that. But oh well, I can fuck a girl to smithereens, bench a train, obliterate people in debate, and finesse people into doing my bidding. Who else can say the same? (that isn't a member of girlschase
) All you older guys that read this probably see me as some silly young guy spouting off steam with much to learn, but know that I know you are right, which is not typical of young, arrogant, ignorant assholes. I am just enjoying myself right now. I know I still have much to do and far to go. Cheers to Chase Amante and Hector Castillo, whose articles and the mentalities I have developed with them are especially relevant to this post.
Ambiance
