**This post is quite different from the usual, I wrote it with the tone of how I would sit down and speak to a friend about an idea–so put yourself in that position**

Last month I wrote two articles that were very well received and resulted in a lot of interesting feedback.

Game Tip for Going out Solo in 2017

How a Redpill Player Stole a Girl who Puts Guys in the Friend-Zone

I try to write my experiences with a positive vibe and aim to motivate guys to live life to the max, have peak experiences, demonstrate boldness, and take what they want.

It was the stories in great literature about men who did what they wanted to do and created adventure that shaped my life choices.

It was the stories about Game and success with women that helped me get over the shame of sexual expression and allowed me to realize what was possible.

As soon as the sexual frustration problem was solved, it enabled me to exercise my potential in ways I couldn’t before.

And it was life-changing.

So I do what I do in order to give back, and it seems to be working–thanks to everyone who sends the fanmail, I love it!

BUT, and this is a big BUT–when I write I tend to gloss over the shitty parts of the lifestyle, leave out the grind that goes on behind the scenes in my stories, and treat rejection the way I do in real time–ignore it.

For example, when I went out in the “Game Tip for Going out Solo” story, I was alone for two hours before coming up with the new line, wasn’t talking to anybody for most of that time, got hit on by a drunken, smelly fat girl, who then got mad and cockblocked me when she saw me talking to another, more pleasant girl, and walked over a mile scouting venues until finding a decent one.

The girls then took me to a venue in the city that was one of the douchiest places I’ve ever been and I had to handle a constant barrage of drunken bridge and tunnel dudes who were hitting on them. The blonde girl got hungry at one point and I had to deal with keeping the sexual energy up while she tried to convince her friend to go eat pizza with her. The cab ride back to my place was long and the girl started throwing up the dumbest shit-tests you could imagine and I had to play mental jujitsu for 30 long minutes.

When I fucked the Australian girl in the bathroom in the “Redpill Player” story, we were both pretty drunk, or else I don’t think she would have followed me in there, and I consider that one an exception to the rule. Plus my friend who invited me out got pissed because Mr. Australia was bitching about the situation–I don’t know if I’ll get invited to another dinner party with girls in attendance.

My point is that there is a LOT of work and disappointment that goes on in between success, I assume most readers understand that, but it needs to be clarified.

To put this in more context–when I was growing up I watched a ton of Nature documentaries–they used to have great ones on the Discovery Channel and PBS before those companies sold out, and I especially loved the scenes from the rainforests and coral reefs.

So when I got the chance to study abroad in the Australian Rainforest, I jumped on the opportunity and got set to live for 3 months in the middle of the Atherton Tablelands.

Part of our curriculum was to monitor wildlife in the area and I assumed that all day long we would see snakes, birds, opossums, lizards, and platypus. I was especially excited to see Cassowary, which are living dinosaurs and native to Atherton–I thought we would encounter them frequently.

Nope, it was hours of scanning the trees for a fleeting bird, hiking miles to find one little spot where the platypus lived, coming across the rare lizard sitting stone cold on the side of a tree, and having to flip over lots of logs in order to catch snakes.

As for the Cassowary–in my 3 months in the rainforest, we saw exactly 1–and it was when we were driving into town for supplies and it crossed the road.

Going out to meet girls is similar, it takes a ton of time and searching to find one that you are attracted to, is up for it, takes to your Game, and is available.

**And if you are on the hunt for that rare Cassowary, good luck! It takes even more time and circumstance to find your idea of true excellence**

As an experiment, I decided to document one Friday night while out in New York and live Tweet it out for fun.

You can check out that thread here.

One thing to keep in mind, when I’m out in New York, I screen hard and reject a lot of girls because I don’t like their attitude, energy, or pretensions.

I do this because there are so many girls in the city that its easy to pick and choose who you like best. When I’m in smaller places, its a lot different and I’ll be more patient because of the lack of options.

On that Friday night, I spoke to about 20 girls, rejected half of them on my own, got two solid numbers, got rejected outright by 5 of them, refused a drunk girl who would have easily come home with me, had a couple of good conversations, and by the end I was just out and about, not dead set on getting laid.

**I showed this blog to one of the last girls I spoke to…if you are reading this–Hola! Buy my books:)**

Was the night a success or a failure?

I honestly had fun, met some cool people, don’t care about the rejections, learned some things, and reinforced my belief that Friday night is the worst night to go out in American cities.

The rejection part is tough for many, many guys to handle.

I know especially because despite my brashness and confidence, I still am highly sensitive. Rejections used to kill me and just one would ruin my night for good.

It took a while to get over, but eventually I came to realize that dealing with rejection makes you rely on your inner sense of self and can boost your confidence.

**This is a major reason why I preach so much about reading and self-awareness, it is imperative to strengthen your inner world**

Plus it doesn’t hurt to have the attitude “well, its your loss, guess you don’t want to have an exciting time and good sex!”

This type of lifestyle also takes a certain personality and a huge amount of energy.

During my first year exercising game, I was out 6 nights a week, nonstop.

I like comparing it to the creative act (and is why so many artists are such notorious Players).

You become obsessed with the process, experiment with many different styles, deal with a lot of rejection, put your entire personality and beliefs into your work (in Game the work is your personality), spend incredible amounts of mental energy during creation, and blast into orgasmic bliss when the art is complete.

Then you start all over again from scratch.

You have to love it or else you’ll burn out quick.

So keep the above in mind when you read my stories.

Yes, I do have a lot of fun, I genuinely love how attraction and seduction operate, I love women, I love sex, and I don’t think there is anything more interesting than how this all goes down.

But just like anything that comes out worthwhile, there is a tremendous amount work involved.

*If you are a new reader here, I highly recommend reading my first book Go Forth. It paints the picture of where I’m coming from.

Get Go Forth here.