You want to get girls?

Great. But how much do you REALLY want it?

Because, I warn you, there is going to be pain. Cold loneliness, startling blowouts, devalidation, depressing nights trooping home without anything but those lows playing through your head. There will be highs, sure, with enough persistence there will be many of them, and in the end, in the ‘land of milk and honey’, the vast, vast majority of your experiences will be overwhelmingly positive…

But when you start out, it’s not that way. Despite what all the books say, which in theory looks very nice and straightforward, REAL social interactions always have imperfections and an element of unpredictability. A 9 who thinks she is a 6, a 5 who thinks she is an 8, loud music, chattering of hundreds of people, the smell of alcohol, screams, shouts, interrupts, even police and ambulance sirens: it’s damn HARD.

When I wrote New Tribal Dynamics, I didn’t want to fool you into thinking this WASN’T hard. Even in the sales pitch, I warned you. I would rather have you ACCEPT this blatant fact, than have you go to a bar and get overwhelmed by the rough, crude reality of talking to girls in bars and nightclubs. And during the daytime, even, you have to deal with the reality that a lot of girls have somewhere to be, and a lot of your girls just aren’t going to hook, or the social pressure of it not being ‘normal’ to attempt to attract and seduce women during the day. Whatever school of thought you follow, these factors will always remain, like a universal constant.

Prepare for failure, but expect success. This is why I now want to move away from the negative aspects in this article, and on to the rewards. A few days into my training, I saw a blonde girl at the bar, in a beautiful flowing red dress. She was there with her boyfriend, but I felt compelled to talk to her. I tapped her on her shoulder, she turned around smiling. Her face was heavily made up, bright red lips and sparkling blue eyes. She didn’t understand the fumbling crap that came out of my mouth, so we stood there in an awkward moment, and that was when it hit me.

I CAN GET THIS GIRL. These are the rewards.

Men, these are the rewards. Oh, the rewards! So worth every single shot of pain! Girls who look like swedish little red riding hoods, the asians who stumble around town silently looking for book stores, the huge chested girl at the busstop wearing a thong clearly visible through business trousers. Japanese air hostesses. All the girls you DREAMED of having ride you in high school. That’s just the beginning. Only the beginning!

Gentlemen, NEVER GIVE UP.

Love,
James