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As of right now, I am in a situation where every weekend I can have at least two dates and up to five if I wanted. Now the methods I get these days are by having an amazing online dating strategy which has led to me making the most out of my matches on Bumble, Hinge and to a lesser extent Tinder and through a photography hobby I picked up recently. By doing these alone, I am able to regularly get sex with women in the 6 and 7 range and occasionally a 7.5 or 8.
In many ways, the game is on easy mode for me, I don't have to work that hard to get laid.
I have enjoyed every weekend getting laid in the recent months and the sex has often been mind blowing as well. Even weekdays invite sex encounters from me and along with work and my hobbies, I am packed! I don't even get the chance to post on this forum as much anymore which kind of frustrates me because sometimes I miss that feeling of writing a lay report in vivid detail as thinking back to that night arouses me.
Here is the real major downfall, it has absolutely killed my drive to cold approach the women I really like. I almost feel myself getting complacent yet I can't do anything about it, its like I am spoiled and know it but don't have that drive to do anything about it.
It may seem like I am whining and showcasing the first world problems of game and meeting women, it may just be that but I am perplexed by this situation. I am stuck and I am comfortable, something I recognize the danger to but it is like I am in that spot to where I am just settling. The situation I am in has me scared because it is an easy situation but easiness stops growth. I feel like I have settled in and can grow no more, like I am in that situation to where I spend the remaining time I have left sleeping with the 6s, 7s and the occasional rare 8 that I cannot grow to a point where I get the 9s and maybe even a 10.
The sex is like sugar and almost a venom because it come so easy for me, its addictive because a lot of it is some amazing sex but I can't grow. I spend most of my week at work, part of it on my photography hobby, part of it trying to see if I can get some work with nightlife which at this point I wonder how the hell I am going to make time for it and the rest of it with dates and fucking.
Sex just eats up so much of your day. I commonly sleep with her for the night and then the next morning we are fucking some more, before I know it the clock has ticked hard and I am trying to make the most of my afternoon catching up with life, hobbies and preparing for the week. By then I am toast, getting ready for the workweek, I hardly have time for much else.
The fact that the sex is good is comfortable for me and I am in that situation where I can grow no more, nothing is pushing me to improve because I have settled in and sex is so addicting when it comes easy.
My journey started with cold approach and although it was a mixture of painful and fun, it helped me grow. I had experiences that I now look back on with happiness and even smiles. At times when I am asleep, I have dreams of some of those nights even back to my college days when I was a loner who had to rely on cold approach. I remember taking home that one French girl and having the night of my life with her back when I started out writing lay reports, cannot link for the life of me but here it is below
viewtopic.php?f=5&t=8452
I went shopping earlier and could feel the IOIs around me, the me of a year ago and the guy who wrote that lay report four years ago would have pounced on those IOIs. I would have tried to number close and go for the top tier girls I see out.
I remember back to the night in the lay report below when I pulled a hot blonde bombshell but now, I can't even imagine myself going through that many hurdles to make it a reality. Like thinking back to what I was able to do back then and almost crying tears of joy about it, wondering what that sexy blonde is up to these days....
viewtopic.php?f=5&t=10191
And what about those "blonde bombshells" Oh Pry?
Now that's the thought that kills me, being in that situation where I used to go bananas of the idea of being with those kinds of women on the regular. Almost all of my lays this year and in recent years have been white women with dark/brown hair and exotic/tanned brunettes. Jewish and Italian American women seem to be my biggest customers with Eastern European women not that far behind, typically dark or brown hair with a light tan and exotic look. Throw in the occasional Latina, Middle Eastern or mixed race girl with that look and that is that.
I used to think that my tastes in women was changing, something I talked to Franco about, but I realized they are not. I realized that the reason I am not really going after my type, even though I feel confident I could pull them, is because I have grown accustomed to taking the easy way out. I am perfectly okay with fucking some slim sexy girl with dark curly hair because the sex, to my surprise, is really fucking good but its addicting too.
These women are literally begging for my cock sometimes and I love the sex even though I have a tough time grasping at them being my type, but my body doesn't care.
Its like I am in game limbo yet slightly better, its the ease of access to sex and the pleasure that comes from those deep arousing breaths you take as you are pounding the fuck out of her which has kept me chained to an above average life for myself, not the best.
I can't break out of this game limbo either because its like a battle between my mind and the goal it has, loosely hanging onto, versus the rest of my body which is just begging me to stick with where I am.......
Its like every week I am drinking a poison that tastes amazing but I know that in the long run, the dreams and goals I had of attaining the highest heights in the game just die slowly.
In many ways, the game is on easy mode for me, I don't have to work that hard to get laid.
I have enjoyed every weekend getting laid in the recent months and the sex has often been mind blowing as well. Even weekdays invite sex encounters from me and along with work and my hobbies, I am packed! I don't even get the chance to post on this forum as much anymore which kind of frustrates me because sometimes I miss that feeling of writing a lay report in vivid detail as thinking back to that night arouses me.
Here is the real major downfall, it has absolutely killed my drive to cold approach the women I really like. I almost feel myself getting complacent yet I can't do anything about it, its like I am spoiled and know it but don't have that drive to do anything about it.
It may seem like I am whining and showcasing the first world problems of game and meeting women, it may just be that but I am perplexed by this situation. I am stuck and I am comfortable, something I recognize the danger to but it is like I am in that spot to where I am just settling. The situation I am in has me scared because it is an easy situation but easiness stops growth. I feel like I have settled in and can grow no more, like I am in that situation to where I spend the remaining time I have left sleeping with the 6s, 7s and the occasional rare 8 that I cannot grow to a point where I get the 9s and maybe even a 10.
The sex is like sugar and almost a venom because it come so easy for me, its addictive because a lot of it is some amazing sex but I can't grow. I spend most of my week at work, part of it on my photography hobby, part of it trying to see if I can get some work with nightlife which at this point I wonder how the hell I am going to make time for it and the rest of it with dates and fucking.
Sex just eats up so much of your day. I commonly sleep with her for the night and then the next morning we are fucking some more, before I know it the clock has ticked hard and I am trying to make the most of my afternoon catching up with life, hobbies and preparing for the week. By then I am toast, getting ready for the workweek, I hardly have time for much else.
The fact that the sex is good is comfortable for me and I am in that situation where I can grow no more, nothing is pushing me to improve because I have settled in and sex is so addicting when it comes easy.
My journey started with cold approach and although it was a mixture of painful and fun, it helped me grow. I had experiences that I now look back on with happiness and even smiles. At times when I am asleep, I have dreams of some of those nights even back to my college days when I was a loner who had to rely on cold approach. I remember taking home that one French girl and having the night of my life with her back when I started out writing lay reports, cannot link for the life of me but here it is below
viewtopic.php?f=5&t=8452
I went shopping earlier and could feel the IOIs around me, the me of a year ago and the guy who wrote that lay report four years ago would have pounced on those IOIs. I would have tried to number close and go for the top tier girls I see out.
I remember back to the night in the lay report below when I pulled a hot blonde bombshell but now, I can't even imagine myself going through that many hurdles to make it a reality. Like thinking back to what I was able to do back then and almost crying tears of joy about it, wondering what that sexy blonde is up to these days....
viewtopic.php?f=5&t=10191
And what about those "blonde bombshells" Oh Pry?
Now that's the thought that kills me, being in that situation where I used to go bananas of the idea of being with those kinds of women on the regular. Almost all of my lays this year and in recent years have been white women with dark/brown hair and exotic/tanned brunettes. Jewish and Italian American women seem to be my biggest customers with Eastern European women not that far behind, typically dark or brown hair with a light tan and exotic look. Throw in the occasional Latina, Middle Eastern or mixed race girl with that look and that is that.
I used to think that my tastes in women was changing, something I talked to Franco about, but I realized they are not. I realized that the reason I am not really going after my type, even though I feel confident I could pull them, is because I have grown accustomed to taking the easy way out. I am perfectly okay with fucking some slim sexy girl with dark curly hair because the sex, to my surprise, is really fucking good but its addicting too.
These women are literally begging for my cock sometimes and I love the sex even though I have a tough time grasping at them being my type, but my body doesn't care.
Its like I am in game limbo yet slightly better, its the ease of access to sex and the pleasure that comes from those deep arousing breaths you take as you are pounding the fuck out of her which has kept me chained to an above average life for myself, not the best.
I can't break out of this game limbo either because its like a battle between my mind and the goal it has, loosely hanging onto, versus the rest of my body which is just begging me to stick with where I am.......
Its like every week I am drinking a poison that tastes amazing but I know that in the long run, the dreams and goals I had of attaining the highest heights in the game just die slowly.
