In my OYS this week a stated how I almost got a plate, realized I didn't want one, things are getting better with my wife and maybe I'll get one down the road. This is what happened afterwards:

  • Immediately a started focusing on her. If the possibility of a plate is off the table, I really need to make this thing work now. Running weak ass constant game. Dare I say "The Hovering Pussy Dryer^^TM"
  • With a lack of effort from my lazy wife, which should have came as no surprise, came insecurity. I've looked into her cheating to no avail yet, it crept it's ugly ass head into my thoughts. Texting more than I should and awaiting responses. Fuckin faggot man!
  • With insecurity, naturally came a lack of confidence. I swear this permeated through my body language almost instantly by weakness and neediness.
  • This all brought on stress and anxiety. "I fuckin hate my cunt of a wife!", "she doesn't realize how good she fuckin has it", "Boohoo, poor me". Victim mentality once again.
  • Then my nerves weren't only on my relationship. I was stressed about the pending rains (water is fuckin out of control in these parts), potential vehicle issues, etc. Frame was crumbling right before my eyes.

I went out to buy some new jeans today (fairly skinny ones too scurv). I came up to the cash and both girls, not overly attractive, were all smiles for me. Especially the older one who was helping me in the store. I see that one has a collar bone tattoo. I ask "what does your tat say?". She goes all into her tattoos, (note: if a chick has a tattoo visible and you ask about it, she instantly opens into crazy conversation, because her tattoos are part of her), showing me them on her ankle and wrist, asks about my one that's barely visible on my chest through my shirt, the older one says she is going to get a "tramp stamp" (her words). We all have a good little chat and I leave.

Get home to my ice queen wife and it instantly puts me in a bad mood. I go about cleaning my closet out a bit and running some lame game on my wife that has 0 effect. I'm walking around butthurt and shit. I get my self ready and I head out the door to work.

Driving to work, I'm cranking metal and telling my self how I'm done and finally leaving this bitch once and for all. Get to work and I'm still in a sour mood. Then as I'm sitting in my chair, I think about how fun it was talking to the 2 HB5's at the store earlier.

Suddenly I have an epiphany. My god is it ever important to try to pick up girls! I'm not saying that I'm going to actively pursue a plate, but always thinking it's an option is essential. Felt better almost instantly when I realized this. Time to dump the clutch and get right back to where I was ASAP.

It's talked about how important Frame, Lifting and OYS are. I kill them all daily. Something that I now fully know is equally as important is Abundance Mentality