That constant worry "what does she think about me"', "what is she gonna say and do", "how should I do this or that", "what does her reaction mean"...
This is pure BETA behavior. All this forum smells with BETA, one topic after another. This is not to make myself feel better or to put anyone of you here down. This is to explain something to you guys.
Notice that you are putting her on a constant pedestal by trying to understand her, trying to find clues in her behavior. Just by doing that you are simply making her value much higher than yours. Do you think she worries about the same stuff about you? How and what to text you? How to invite you out and what to say to you? Does she analyze your behavior? She doesn't care, she knows you are desperate for her pussy, she knows you are thinking about her, and thus she knows her value is higher than yours.
ALFAs don't act this way. They don't give a crap about her, what she thinks and does. They could care less, they don't want to provide for her, they don't want to be her friends nor hubbies. She is not important to them, all they want is to fuck her, have little fun, and then they dump her, simple as that. There is nothing else to it, no meaningful conversations, no deep insight, no carrying or providing, no paying for this and that, not even any seduction/PUA skills. If she doesn't want to Fuck they simply move on to seek another one, there is nothing to analyze, nothing to care about. ALFAs walk their own way, they don't cling to woman, they don't need women to feel better about themselves. This is for mama's immature and unsure boys, this is for child-men.
Do you even have guts to be ALFA? Not to pretend and fake that you are one, but TO BE ONE?
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The woman would talk to him, “Blah blah blah.” He felt it inside, a very sweet but gooeish feeling. She would go on, “Blah yappity blah blah” and he felt the sickly warm feeling spread throughout his body. What was happening to him? “Yappity yap blah blah, yapitty, blah yap!” the girl continued as he felt the FEELINGS spread throughout his body, paralyzing him, like a poison. “Yah blah blah yah,” she went on, oblivious as he was collapsing from this sickness.
The next day, he had this OVERWHELIMG urge to send her flowers, chocolate, and bad poetry. It was too much, and he gave in, and saying, “You are my life. I love nothing else so well as you. I will do ANYTHING for you.”
Then she said, “I think we should just be friends…”
This is pure BETA behavior. All this forum smells with BETA, one topic after another. This is not to make myself feel better or to put anyone of you here down. This is to explain something to you guys.
Notice that you are putting her on a constant pedestal by trying to understand her, trying to find clues in her behavior. Just by doing that you are simply making her value much higher than yours. Do you think she worries about the same stuff about you? How and what to text you? How to invite you out and what to say to you? Does she analyze your behavior? She doesn't care, she knows you are desperate for her pussy, she knows you are thinking about her, and thus she knows her value is higher than yours.
ALFAs don't act this way. They don't give a crap about her, what she thinks and does. They could care less, they don't want to provide for her, they don't want to be her friends nor hubbies. She is not important to them, all they want is to fuck her, have little fun, and then they dump her, simple as that. There is nothing else to it, no meaningful conversations, no deep insight, no carrying or providing, no paying for this and that, not even any seduction/PUA skills. If she doesn't want to Fuck they simply move on to seek another one, there is nothing to analyze, nothing to care about. ALFAs walk their own way, they don't cling to woman, they don't need women to feel better about themselves. This is for mama's immature and unsure boys, this is for child-men.
Do you even have guts to be ALFA? Not to pretend and fake that you are one, but TO BE ONE?
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The woman would talk to him, “Blah blah blah.” He felt it inside, a very sweet but gooeish feeling. She would go on, “Blah yappity blah blah” and he felt the sickly warm feeling spread throughout his body. What was happening to him? “Yappity yap blah blah, yapitty, blah yap!” the girl continued as he felt the FEELINGS spread throughout his body, paralyzing him, like a poison. “Yah blah blah yah,” she went on, oblivious as he was collapsing from this sickness.
The next day, he had this OVERWHELIMG urge to send her flowers, chocolate, and bad poetry. It was too much, and he gave in, and saying, “You are my life. I love nothing else so well as you. I will do ANYTHING for you.”
Then she said, “I think we should just be friends…”
