I was thinking on what was the most important concept(outside the book of pook) that I'd like new guys to understand. I found the topic of tension and stress anxiety to be the biggest difference for me, I thought of 2 moments I could contrast, between when I just started out (as a red piller) and when I think I reached some other level of understanding. Same tension, stress - but that generated 2 different states anxiety vs confidence, and obviously 2 different outcomes.

Both situations were similar - the only difference was in how I dealt with tension/stress. You have nothing to learn from the first story. You can skip it - TLDR, too much of a pussy to score. I will add a lot of nuggests of game in the second, since the woman was quite a hard ice queen at first, although the close was serendipity - I think it shows how to deal with shame and insecurity when under pressure.

If you want TLDRs, you're not gonna find them, just block /u/zino193, I'm not gonna change, I just have fun with this stream of consciousness style.

  1. I was supposed to have a date with this hometown girl. I wasn't inexperienced - hell I got hometown girl to go out with me without talking more than 30 seconds, I was just tense I told myself. I smoked a lot of green, to get myself out of my head. (college freshman zino wasn't the smartest tool in the shed, what can I say - I had a lot of things to drown out in smoke)

While enjoying my buzz from the 3rd j of the afternoon, I read on a PUA thread |Girls are just as nervous as guys, reassure the womanfolk before a date| I was thinking - "Was she stressed out like me?"

I decided to tease her and send a message, maybe some reassurance - clear the tension - she must be nervous too I thought. Her response was a deflect. Saying we should cancel, her out of town friend is coming over and she wants to chill with her. I was an aspiring PUA - i jiujitsu-ed myself into having the date anyway, while seeding, we go back to hers and have a token a trois lesson... hoping for that magical threesome with college girls. She picked up what I was laying down and got excited. Her friend was my obsession at the time, and I'd drop any plate for a chance at a tiny blonde high energy rave girl spinner. But a though broke free - what if they start laughing at my cock, or my experience, what if one gets bored or jealous.

Date was miserable, with the added pressure of keeping her buying temperature up and the inexperience of what I could even do with 2 girls one of which I was irradicably attracted to - I was a zombie, she ran into the most highschool girl of topics and moodkilling stories about depression and relationships. I was too in my head to close, too nervous to come up with good topics, too stressed to call her out on her as a mood assassin.

I will spare you the continuous facepalming that usually comes after finding out the girl's side to any wimp's horror date story, just as a conclusion: A sociopathic dealer friend banged them both not long after - guess he wasn't stressed. She was genuinely interested in me, and her spinner friend thought I was cool as well, despite thinking I was trying to hard to be a smartarse.

  1. Last year I had this 45 y/o fake tit, 4 out of 10, man eater that got a thing for seeing me monkey fuck younger girls(get your mind our of the gutter of the chans, I mean early 20s younger, you sick bastard) after I had fucked one of her age appropriate friends. By the end of that week, she hooked me up with 2 girls from the neighborhood that were down to experimenting with this hard arse oversexed mistress and her boy toy.

Shit went sideways fast as soon as I dropped my pants and they saw my grower, not a shower. The younger of the 2 complained about the size. Now - this was young me's worse insecurity. God or Xenu gave me a lot in life, but a visually impressive Johnson he did not, it's at most a Johnny when in full rage mode. However this was a mature, dare I say it deeply crimson Zino. I just scoffed - "Well you're shit out of luck, you ain't getting any other dick in the next half hour now get on your knees." She did, I had a lovely time. They didn't, sucks for them, they could do worse.

Word about my dick size didn't seem to spread, but word about me being with 2 neighborhood tramps did - which leads to the heroine of this story and my second red pill revelation. The very next day I approached this hot as fuck girl in the neighborhood bistro/bar that was at the ground floor of my apartment building. She was sitting casually with some friends but seemed uninterested in their chatter. As I introduced myself, she did not give me anything back, just the glare: why are you talking to me. But she didn't turn back to her friends, I tough she was in the bag. I leaned back and expected her to roll in. She didn't. But she didn't turn to her friends, she just glared.

Her fake tits were distracting, I wasn't on my game - she could tell, and pressed one with her gaze confidently - I hated cocky cock teases. Her meaty lips convinced me however, I should try another go at hooking her. I said - "I don't do usually do this - but...(you are gorgeous and I could not pass on the chance to figure you out)" she cut me off, before I finished and layed the classic boyfriend trope (he wasn't, they were just hooking up).

Unfazed I asked about her boyfriend with the classy disclaimer that I just want her body and I am happy her soul belongs to another - followed with a cheeky grin allowing her to take it however she wanted. This broke her, like it does to many hot women that are spoiled with attention and fake friendships.

She complimented me on my honesty, and said she isn't interested. Predictable - I thought, but at least the seed was there, and the ice broken. In came the "I'm not a skank" disclaimer, but she was looking at me, like a woman looks at a man, her body completely turned to me, her friends forgotten. I could now lean back...and have a fun time. But then she pulled the "...like those other 2 you had the other night."

I was sweating bullets, the blond girl's cock comments echoing in my head. Just as I was ready to throw the set into self-deprecating comedy mode and have my self a laugh with this gorgeous girl... in came the open from the heavens, while I was bracing for a dick joke: " I just want to know ... <He SHOOTS, HE SCORES! HE IS IN LADIES AND GENTLE BROS! - was resonating in my head, while I tried to keep myself from smiling with the strength of Hercules >

She continued "- how you convinced <45 year old lady, 4 our of 10> to get girls for you?". I just shrugged like I was from PIMP planet and she was asking how I breathe. I didn't even have to lean back anymore, my mojo left the conversation, and was already opening my apartment door for her. Without an ounce of pride or effort I told her: "I guess I must be more interesting in person than here in public. I shrugged. Wanna hang out at my place until your boyfriend shows up. (he was 20 minutes away, my apartment was in the same building)"

She was blushing red and paying her bill within 30 seconds. Then she sucked my dick for 2 hours. Around the end of the first hour after she postponed the other guy twice, I met her eyes and noticed all her ego was drained out of them, she was just enjoying me as I was her. I caressed her hair and smiled, she smiled back with a dick in her mouth and intensified her work. 5 minutes later she cancelled on the guy and we enjoyed the rest of our time toghether.

These are 2 of my most red pill "swallows"? moments? Whatever.

The day that my date crashed was the moment I hated my life as a man for being unfair the most. I tried PUA for a while, and got some success, I felt like it was finally my time. Like I deserved to crush it, to get that MFF on my belt. When all that entitlement came down, I hated them, I hated the game, I hated everything but myself. I hated having to be under so much pressure to make it work, while girls just take it in. Win or lose, they still got fucked by some dude. Might not be the best, might not be the worst, still got something out of it. Girls had it easy, while for guys, is was like the longest escort mission on a broken buggy game - you can be 99% there, and there's a bug in the car that makes it blow up right at the end. That's how getting women felt for most of my life. Like a broken system that makes no sense, and there's no way to engineer a win. I wasn't capable of doing it. I wasn't made for that. I wasn't worth it. But I was wrong. Lucky I didn't stop.

The moment my eyes met the blue eyed bimbo and saw them relax and saw her get into sucking my cock after meeting her less than 2 hours ago, most of which we were not talking - I realized how wrong I was, women love men. All women. Those two cock teases in college, the 2 cock teases that made me a sandwich the day earlier and the blue eyed stunner that was kneeling in front of me.

In that moment, I saw she loved me, but why? I didn't do anything. My dick ain't special, but at that moment, I could see there was no other dick she wanted. All that she wanted, needed that day was to spend time with a man that allowed her to play the game with her.

She didn't need grand gestures, jokes or even orgasms(her friend was a masseuse). She just wanted a man looking down at her while she was sucking some dick, to tell her she was pretty. She felt loved, without promises or grand gestures. She felt like a woman, just because she was confident she had a man in front of her. A man that persevered, but played it cool, a pimp, a secret agent, a perv with a big cock? Who knew, she certainly didn't, but that was the exciting part, she had to know... what type of man I was, however in asking that, she had convinced herself that I am a man - and she wanted to see it for her self - and so the testing began. What type of man was I? A man that let her test her steely eyes but did not flinch. A man she could push off balance with her generous cleavage, but kept his space. A man that saw through her bullshit about having a boyfriend, her power games with her 2 friends that she ignored for 20 minutes while talking to a strange gentleman or her "I'm not that type of girl" pretenses and the slutty curiosity that lay beneath them.

10 years, same guy. One hoping to find love so desperately, freezing and buckling under the pressure of all that he needs to do to get it. The other a tramp that enjoys the small moments of joy that women give in return for a childish game of cat and mouse they insist on playing. A man that knows that all the BS, all the tension, all the pressure is just meant to lube up a woman's brain before letting you have your way with it and giving you herself completely - even if just for a few moments.

That single moment, of finding out all women want is to love you, to love a man, and all you have to do is show up as a man - has been more freeing than the damn pandemic. You don't need to try, you don't need to fight, you don't need to dominate. You don't need to resist the pressure, just glide through it like you done it a thousand times. Because it's nothing personal, it has nothing to do with you. It's just what women need to do to get your man card validated and her juices flowing. All the BS is for you, is to give you access to that warm kind female love, you've been wondering if you are worthy of, for most of your life.