Diary of a Pick Up Artist
Learn from this what you can about state building. The following has been written following a break up with a girl I thought was particularly special. It's a long distance relationship but the distance has grown too much for us and a few days ago I started noticing her being a little more distant.
My posts are typically humble, calm, and something I hope you can all learn from. I write this at 4:25 a.m. and I promise you, if I met any girl right now I would fully close her. If I could demo, I would. This post is nothing like my normal posts.
Instead I am letting my subconscious take over to give you an idea of how I am in state.
So I speak to the girl. It's a long ass conversation. I tell her she's grown distant, point out that she is struggling with the distance and that she isn't strong enough to make it work and tell her that it's OK. I wouldn't expect her to do anything that was too hard for her, that I'm still coming to see her and am going to ravage her. She's more than happy for the sexual reference.
Now my head. I cared about her. I cared about her a lot.
Thankfully I'm no chode
On the phone I am anything but needy. She accuses me of having too much ego as I tell her of how much damage I'm gonna do in the States when I visit. She tells me I'm not that cool and I respond that Game + English Accent + USA = pussy.
(She doesn't know I've already contacted all 10 entourage girls that live in the States and invited them out on the weekend. Social proof, baby.)
She starts saying how excited she is that I'm going out there but by now the Juggernaut Bitch is ringing in my ears. She tells me she's going to hang up because I'm being too egotistical. I laugh and tell her she's more than capable of doing it if she wishes but that I still need to plan my sex with her and how I'm going to tease her in bed until she is begging to cum.
My state is pumping. It's 4:30 in the morning and I can't sleep.