Rock Solid Game

I apologise in advance for an extremely arrogant post. But it’s just the truth and that’s all I have to give. Well, I haven’t been around for a while. I started a new job almost a month ago and basically have had no time spare for anything. I have been dating the Polish girl and getting on really well with her. She’s a lovely girl so let’s see how things develop. So back at work and I am seeing life on the other side again and glad for game and all the things I have learnt in the last 5 years. I see every day the restricted life of very nice and good men who just don’t know the secrets of the world. I could write for hours on this, but I’ll just talk about one or two examples. But first I need to give you an explanation of where my inner game is. This is going to sound crass but it’s important. I want to put my going back to ‘work’ into context for you. There are two books I have read that have significantly changed my life for the better by the power of untold. Obviously the first one is The Mystery Method. The second is The Motley Fool UK Investment Guide. The Motley Fool basically teaches you how to view the stock market and measure your dealings in it. I have been investing now for slightly longer than I have been in game. I have done well. When I go to work now I don’t go out of necessity, I go out of desire. I like to work, I like the company I work for and I like the Director, but I can leave at the drop of a hat if anyone gives me shit and although I get paid to work, at this point, it’s all just gravy for me. This is important because it gives me a different attitude to the others. I’m not on the treadmill, desperate to pay a mortgage or fighting for a few extra hundred quid in my pay-cheque. But my work colleagues, they don’t know the secret. Money to them is something they get drip fed slowly in return for sacrificing most of their lives. For me, it’s not a commodity I much need to chase any more. And then there’s game. They see skirt just as they see money. Tantalising and hard to get. I see skirt as I see money. I don’t really need much more of it. I am not that bothered about putting much effort into getting more. So imagine how I feel as I spend my days based on what I have just told you. I feel strong. I feel like the head lion. I am. My 'enablement', my options and choices in life are just different to everyone I spend my days with. I can do and get all the things they think they can't unless they win the lottery. I am the guy they wish they were. As we, last week, sat outside a strip bar, watching the strippers walk in, the lads ruminated how they might occasionally spend lots of money to watch some of them dance. The whole frame was, that's the best they can expect. I thought: ‘None of those girls going in there would I street open'. None. I rated some of them as low as 6s. One of my best friends is actually dating a stripper (who is actually really beautiful) but we don’t think anything of it whatsoever. We ASSUME the girls we stop are either models, strippers or some beauty driven profession, that's why we opened them in the first place. When we (meaning me, the RSG guys and probably most of you reading this) get a girls number we expect to see modelling pics on Facebook when we add them. The irony is that a work colleague, in a moment of playful joshing, called me Clark Kent. It wasn’t an AMOG, it was in fact his attempt at complimenting me. But the truth is - I am often nerdy, bespectacled and mild mannered. Especially at work. If they know what I got up to outside work they would choke on their disbelief. I am like Clark Kent. I literally leave work, get changed into my costume, slide on my RSG ring and  do things they think they can’t. Though they could, so easily, if they wanted to. But today, the mask slipped. Walking out for lunch with my colleague, a girl walks past who, in my opinion, is at least an 8. A cross between a Jimmy girl and a Krauser girl. God knows what would have happened if we’d both been there. It’s happened a few times. We both start running, stop as we don’t want to steal our friends set, then both start again, stop until one of us finally thinks ‘fuck this I’m taking it’. I couldn’t let her get away. I was with my colleague, the baby was falling from the burning building. Do I keep my guise or use my super powers to save the day? We both stared at this girl as she went past. And I just went. Before I knew it I was off. The habits and drilled behaviour just kicked in. I’ve walked the streets for hours with Krauser, both of us praying for this kind of quality. I couldn’t just let it go. I stopped her, worked her, closed her. All on auto pilot. Back with my colleague the conversation went something like this: ‘Who was that’ ‘Just some girl, couldn’t let her walk past without stopping her’ ‘Friend of yours’ ‘No, but she was stunning. Couldn’t just let her walk past’. ‘Right. You knew her though’. ‘No. I never saw her before in my life’ Long pause ‘You didn’t know her?’ ‘No’ Pause ‘But you stopped her’ ‘yeah I just thought she was hot’ ‘Whh... what did you say’ ‘Said you’re hot as fuck and you’re not walking any further until I hit on you’ ‘Are you serious!!! I saw her laughing. She was laughing like she knew you’. ‘I’ve done it before though’ ‘You just stop her and tell her you like her!!! She gave you her number!’ ‘No I just took her Facebook’ ‘She gave you her Facebook!!!’ ‘Yeah’ And so on. Had Krauser or Burto or any of the gang, or say of you, been there, we would have dissected a half decent set which I should have probably instant dated but under the time pressure did what I could and, yes, I made a few mistakes. Back at HQ as the story seeped out I got more insight into the difference between us and the normal world. ‘You won’t believe what he did at lunchtime’ Tells story ‘Oh we have another Dan Smith on our hands’ (Dan is obviously some previous office lothario) ‘No, Dan just used to look at them and talk about what he'd like to do to them. Jimmy actually got her number... and she was HOT’. I didn’t get her number. It was a luke warm F Book close. But what is mediocre to Superman is superhuman to the residents of Metropolis.