Tomorrow is My Birthday

[Stoic]

One of the most amazing things to me is how we actually do create our own destiny, and how things can change in just 12 hours. Women sometimes like Tarot cards, and Astrology (I am a great Tarot card reader and I think astrology is a load of crap.) and they would like to believe that their true love is determined, predetermined and ordained in the stars, but we, as Pick Up Artists, know that we create our own Destiny through self improvement and practice. ---- So last night, the new woman I met on Halloween revealed to me that she has all sorts of emotional difficulties that really are more than I care to handle. (Sometimes you meet someone, f-close and then learn more that makes you realize that it is good to have choices.) The xgf did some things which made me realize why she is the xgf and notthe current gf, and there I was, bummed out that the 20 something I gamed on Saturday night had not called me back, and feeling my yearly misery that tomorrow is my birthday, and that I feel pressure to learn to master this stuff quickly (all you young fellows should be patient, you have so much time really) and I had that thought, that horrible thought of giving up on studying game. I had no appointments today, and I did have a lunch date with my buddy KR, who is having doubts about his career. Also, KR has read The Game and some Mystery Method material, but, he is still an AFC. He has some great natural ability and I have been subtlely suggesting to him to attend the upcoming Miami Bootcamp, in any case, he is a pretty good wing and fun to hang out with. Even though he is an AFC, when we go sarging, we always laugh and have a good time, so it makes us look good in the field. So, he and I meet up for sushi, and then we take a walk around downtown. When I am with him, I always seem to have more courage or maybe confidence to open. So, we are walking, and I open three sets in the street, a 1-set, a 2-set, another 1-set. There are two things that this confirmed to me. The first is that any sarging session requires some warm up openings, and it is always better and more fun to sarge with a wing. After oneping the third set, and then rolling off (she had to return to her office), I opened a woman walking her dog. Now, this woman was a 10. She was a real, surgically endowed, thin, walking a foofie dog, Palm Beach, Florida, genuine 10. And, it was so easy! I cannot even recall what I opened with, but, the flow of conversation was easy. I used false time constraints in the form of body rocking, I never faced her head on, and conversed over the shoulder. I was aware of my impulse to lean in, and fought it. I gave my friend a great intro, and then the woman called a friend of hers to join us. In five minutes, a BMW pulled up, and another ten got out and the four of us were talking there in the street! I was truly amazed! I did not fele the shyness I would have felt pre-coaching workshop/pre-bootcamp talking to a 10 and her ten friend. We exchanged phone numbers, they suggested that we meet up, me and KR, tomorrow for my birthday, and they said that since their divorces (one is divorced, the other separated and in the divorce process) they have not gone out dancing or to clubs. So, last night, I was in a glum mood, and today, I am in a terrific mood, and it is because I refused to stay home and sulk and forced myself to go out, be social with my friend KR, and to seek out opportunities to practice Day Game. What I have learned from this is that it is good o have male friends. It is good to have male friends who enjoy game. It is good to have hunting buddies. And, that if you do not have fun and seek to learn to change your own mood and state, it will not happen by magic. I intentionally forced myself to change my state and I harvested good consequences because of it. I also used the lesson that I must always presume that there is plenty and that I am a man who has choice.