Aged just twenty-two I tied the knot with a volatile, unstable but stunningly beautiful twenty year old girl. We dated for three years prior, violently passionate and chillingly merciless in turns. Our marriage was torrid and disintegrated completely within a year. I lost my house and my car, a bunch of family and friends and the only woman I'd loved. Possibly even the capacity for love...
I already knew about game, but now the manosphere and Red Pill discourse saturated those internet locales I frequented. My resolve was steeled.
So much of game theory is simply making yourself a better man. Emphasise your masculine traits, learn how to subtly dominate social interactions, be interesting and fun, outcome independance, spinning plates, hobbies and projects you love, keeping in shape. These foundational points are the only advice I give to guys who ask about my success.
I'm no Don Juan. After my separation I took a good eight or nine months of working on myself. I started running and doing tabata exercises, and using empty kegs as weight training whilst at work (sorry Boss!). I learned to dj and got a rig so I could do some gigs. New wardrobe? Check. Haircut? Check. Pimpin' new pad? Check.
Over the next five years I plowed my way through more than fifty women. Some may say it's ruthless, others mediocre, some still just pathetic. Call it what you want. I'm not here to justify it, simply to tell a story that others may learn from...
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