TL; DR at the bottom. I hope my message will be fruitful to most of you guys.

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In my recent introspections regarding women, I’ve blundered, and have had gratifying success. But, without my blunders, most of my success wouldn’t have been possible. Furthermore, a person can learn from one’s mistakes, which prepares one to become a more effective individual. Then, when faced with the same adversity in your pursuits, you will have the tools necessary to deal with this familiar situation.

One of my biggest failures was from a couple of years ago, when I was still partly uninitiated to TRP. This blunder was done in a span of a two weeks. I was in a small manufacturing class with a few young adults like myself. It was about a month and a half long. To pass time, I would talk to this one girl (We’ll call her Tracy) that caught my attention. Tracy was about a 7 on a bad day, she had nice hair, great hygiene, and wore modest clothing. So, I said: “what the hell, lets see how this will go”.

I would read “What Everybody is saying” by Navarro, in the morning, before class, and when she arrived, Tracy would start a conversation with me, regarding my book. She was taking an interest in my hobby. So, we conversed.

Tracy interrupted my ritual, “What’re you reading?”

“A book about body language.” I replied.

“Oh, so you’re spying on people, huh?”

“Fuck... You got me. I’m a creep. Don’t check your windows tonight.”

She laughed and laid off with the jokes and proceeded to talk to me plainly after I A&A’d her. We would talk and display isopraxism toward one another.

In class, we worked on the same CNC machines because we were partnered by our instructor. To my delight, I would find opportunities to apply kino to her by explaining a concept that boggled her. Little by little, she was becoming more receptive to my touch; this unlocked more advanced options down the line.

When I would go to help other students, who had trouble using the machines. I would ask if she was clear about what she had to do, and she said in a sultry tone: “I want you here with me.” About a third of our class was female, and she knew that. She seemed a little envious of them taking my attention. However, I disregarded her plea and helped them anyway, covertly fucking (dread) with her.

After class, we had to walk the same way to get to the bus, so our bond eventually grew from the time we spent with each other. However, something she said flipped the switch with me.

“I’m something of a player.” Tracy bragged.

Out of nowhere, she said this to me simultaneously qualifying herself (unknowingly) and trying to dread me because of what I did earlier. So, instead of trying to mate-guard her, I took it as a qualifier. I wasn’t looking for an LTR, so I asked:

“What are you doing later?”

“Shit, just chilling.”

“Shid, let’s chill at your place, then. I’m free, today.”

“Ok, I’ll text you *when my mom’s not home later**.*”

That was the only green-light I needed. But, what you’re about to read next will make each of you want to line up and hit me with a ball-peen hammer to the balls. I regret this shit to this day, but I digress.

I was at home preening myself, shaving my toolbox, you know, the works. So, I get a text message from her. “Let’s chill at S**** Park.” It was a small park by her house. It was about 8pm, so I know what could’ve went down. Tracy wasn’t subtle about it either. But, that’s where the pursuits with her ended. I flaked. Yep…

“What Zealous? You flaked? Didn’t see that shit coming!”

Before, I met Tracy, I had not had sex since I was a sophomore in H.S. So, 7 years, I think? I was nervous as fuck. I let my anxiety rule my mind. I was thinking about everything that could go wrong. All those suave maneuvers were for naught. And you guessed it, I was mentally labeled as an orbiter the next time we met. Tracy was distant, gave me monotonously succinct responses, and frankly, I deserved everything she did to me because I pussy’d out of getting the pussy. So, we just became regular classmates who worked together during class.

A few years later, In my monk-mode, I pondered on my stage fright. I came to the realization that sex was just a perk of my success, not my main goal. I had put so much pressure on myself to not fail, that in the end, I failed because I did not want to fail. That hard lesson was what I needed to learn what it meant to be outcome independent. Who the fuck cares if you cum in like 5 mins? (Maybe less. 7 years remember?)

I fucked a prostitute just to work on my anxiety, and it wasn’t bad at all, just a little awkward after climax, and it relieved so much tension. Just clean yourself up, get your clothes, and hit the road. If it were Tracy, she would’ve become an FWB. Too bad.

So, brothers/sisters, remember to look at your mistakes for what they are. Mistakes. We cannot succeed without failure, for failures are the seeds for success. They are necessary on your path to becoming your ideal persona. But, remember, your mistakes will continue to be mistakes if you don’t act to rectify them. Do not stunt your growth. Progress to be what your former could not be. You.

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TL; DR: I implemented good game in the beginning, but I blundered when I couldn’t close properly. Through monk-mode and banging a prostitute, I’ve become outcome independent when it comes to sex and rejection. If you fail, you fail. Try again, but zealously learn from your mistakes when the situation arises.