Why Lifestyle is More Important than Game – Part 1

In order to start this off without sounding egotistical and preachy, something I always personally detest in these sorts of articles, I’m going to try something different, and start this off with a highlight of a personal failure of mine.

This is when I was much younger and much less knowledgeable than I am today, although if you asked me then I would have probably told you I was the reincarnation of Don Juan himself. But this is one of those events where even my ego had to admit I had much more learning to do when it came to seducing women.

This event happened at a party, a girl friend’s of mine actually, and I happened to eye a very hot and wild redhead that I had met a few times before. We had already known each other, but never actually got a chance to really talk prior to that, and I thought this might be the perfect time to make my move if I was ever going to make one.

We hit off pretty well, she was extremely friendly, receptive and outrageously flirtatious. I did have some competition however. Actually, I had a LOT of competition. Not that there weren’t many other beautiful women there, this was a girl’s party after all, but the thought of a fiery hot red head with that “seduce me” look enticed more than her fair share of suiters. I had Amogged the hell out of these guys, before I even knew what an AMOG was. At one point I was even able to baffle her with my bullshiat knowledge of American literature when some English Lit major was trying to pull the intellectual card on her since they shared the same major. It was supposed to be an epic seduction, one I could tell stories about to this day. A heroic display of verbal prowess and social and sexual dominance over all of my peers.

So what happened?

Well, it was getting late, perhaps around 2:00 AM. And as the party was getting late people were clearing out. I figured it was about time to make my final move and prepped in my head how I was going to move in for the kill. I was outside for some fresh air, and I barely caught a glimpse of her exiting the apartment and walk over to the one across the hall, and closed the door. It got me curious, as I knew there was a dude there who was familiar within this social circle. And simple as that, she left the party and walked over to the next room, closed the door, and never came back out. The End.

It then occurred to me what just happened. I wasted my entire night. That dude closed her. I never saw it coming. He never spoke a word to her the entire night. As a whole group of guys, myself included, foolishly and futilely made our attempts at winning her affection. All trying in vain to display our potency. All getting the biggest rush out of getting her flirtatious attention and claiming our “win”.

And yet, he closed her. It was never known to anyone in our social circle. They certainly weren’t dating. But when he came around, it was already established who she was going to sleep with.

How stupid must I have looked to be so cocky with my pathetic “win” over the other men I was competing with?

I glanced around the party and it was too late to make anything more of the night, so I cracked open a bottle and passed a swig with my fellow compatriots in sorrow.

For if I had only known, this girl was indeed going to get fucked that night, and it wasn’t going to be by any of us, and regardless of our smooth talking skills, there was pretty much nothing any of us were going to do to change that outcome.

I can never understand why lower value men attempt to make such strident physical claims over the women they are with, controlling every aspect of their life and the men that they talk to, regardless of how shaky they might have a hold over them. For there is nothing better than to watch the vain efforts of those guys and realize that they are doing nothing but wasting their sweet time.

Of course, in the community we are all too familiar with guys so confident in their abilities to seduce any women they want, regardless of which guy they are with. Forums have endless posts with guys detailing exactly how to do so. We even have that infamous word “AMOG”, partly to detail how to shut these guys out for good and steal their girls right from underneath them.

I’m not saying it’s not possible, not by any means, at all. And plenty of women will cheat, and plenty of girls will leave the guy they are with that night for a smoothe talking and higher value guy. I think it’s perfectly fine for any man to do so, it’s not our problem to be concerned with after all.

However, if one develops a strong enough lifestyle, a persona of confidence, surrounded by high value people, and most importantly, you are selective over the women you are interested in: there is little to nothing that another man can do to prevent you from closing the girl.

I have emulated this tactic many times over the years. Rather than engage in some petty display of amogging or attempting to shutout any other guys from the girl I’m sarging: I will actually retreat, let them have there way with the girl for a bit, while I’ll find entertainment elsewhere.

Doing so might actually bring me down to there level. After all, my attitude: I feel bad for those guys who have to resort to hitting on strangers in order to try to make some vain efforts to get some tail. Hell, I might be doing the very same thing, but my frame is so strong I’m not allowing that little detail to break it.

Plus, I actually want the other guys to make their advances on her, for when I sweep in, I want to make sure she knows exactly what’s out there to offer her in competition. And I won’t sweep in as a group of players are prepping their AMOG lines, I’ll sweep in as she walks out non nonchalantly and I’ll have no reason to talk to any of them as we arrange our way back home.

And I must say, it is very satisfying. To bring girls out to a party or club, and to watch all your fellow players make there passes, and to know, that at the end of the night, she will be sleeping comfortably in your bed after a night of ravaging sex, and there is little to nothing they can do to prevent that from happening.

I’ve seen everyone from overt alpha male all stars, to trendy type A personalities, all completely confident they were going to get the pull.

I’ve seen bringing girls out to the club while PUA’s take turns rotating with their approaches, and I show up around closing time offering nothing more than a wink before we roll off. I’ve seen a guy laugh at a party when he thought he stole the girl I brought, only to see him wince the next day when I asked him how the rest of the night went.

That feeling does have a proper name: smug. And it’s almost better than the sex.

I now know the satisfaction that dude had over me that night, to not make any interjection while we toiled away, but to crack a smug smile as he watched from the distance. He knew he had a close on the hottie, and there wasn’t anything any of us were going to do about it.

That is my definition of a true pickup artist. Not the guy that uses his verbal display to win the fleeting attention of a group of girls for a few hot minutes, but the guy who can laugh from a distance over the futile efforts of those doing so, ultimately satisfied that only he truly knows the outcome.