Ask yourself, which is easier – ultimate success with women (rolling into a superclub, and having your choice of the hottest, supermodel quality girls in there), or ultimate success in wealth (getting to the top 1% – millionaire lifestyle and the trappings of it, multiple apartments, a Ferrari or two, £20k watch etc)?
The answer may seem obvious to some of you already, but there is a reason I ask, which I’ll get to at the conclusion of this train of thought (this post has ended up being somewhat longer than I first anticipated, so I’m splitting it into a few parts. I like to try and keep my posts to around 500 words).
For me, and many others like me, I discovered the whole realm of game (which led on to the manosphere) because I was unhappy with my ability to get women. It was the single most important thing in my life, a burning desire above all else to prove to myself and all my peers that I was the kind of guy that could be cool, attractive, confident and good with girls. Each small success along the road was like an elastoplast across the yawning chasm of my gapingly wounded ego, another stich in the fragile suture holding my ruptured self-confidence together.
Drunk with power, I imagined a linear progression in my mind from my lowly beginnings, all the way up to supermodel quality women. There was no girl that ability with game could not get me, no set of social logistics too difficult to overcome. All I had to do was study, and apply myself in the field.
I won’t say I was the fastest learner. I came from being a bit of weird kid to say to the least (definitely on the autistic spectrum), and studied at single sex schools for most of my adolescence. I was literally petrified of girls when I first started coming into regular contact with them at the age of 16, something which didn’t really start leaving me until many years later, after I started to find my way out of my wanderings in the desolate beta wilderness. However, I studied and applied game (patchily) for a few years, and slowly and steadily made progress, until I reached the point where I could pull 7s aplenty, and even the odd 8 if I was lucky.
Then earlier this year, I moved to London after a stint travelling, and discovered the manosphere. With a combination of some of the advice I found therein, and my own natural drive I had developed, I continued my progression – getting into really good shape, dressing sharp, pimping my apartment and lifestyle – and my results leapt forward once more. I got to the point where I could get 22 year old 8s and 8.5s eating out of my hand (I can see why Krauser goes predominantly for Eastern Europeans by the way – they’re much lower maintenance than their equivalently attractive Western counterparts).
With each rise in the quality of girls available to me came a corresponding rise in my standards however. What I had achieved only months prior was suddenly completely worthless to me as I set my sights higher still. I wanted ultimate success – the top tier of 9s and 9.5s.
Deciding to try and step our game up, a friend and I rolled out to some of the really exclusive (read: full of tossers) clubs around Oxford Circus and Mayfair. Basically, promo staff from these joints spend their day rounding up the hottest girls they can find off the expensive shopping streets of central London, or contacting model agencies, and pack these places out with 9s and 9.5s by 10pm. It’s a honeytrap – various millionaires of London then swoop down, abandoning their Lamborghinis in the street in front of the club, and jaunt inside, before plying these girls with champagne. There are plenty of regular girls in there too, but a core of around 50 or so jaw-droppingly beautiful women.
I’d never seen anything like it in my life. I rarely find girls to be stunningly attractive, and yet here was easily 50 of the hottest women I had ever seen in my life, right in front of me. There were girls in there, who even after years of my gaining hard-earned battle scars in the trenches of pickup, still made my breath catch in my throat when we made eye contact.
This was my time – I had arrived. Armed with my new lifestyle and self-belief, I girded my loins and sprung into action, deciding to try my hand with some of these total hotties…