Alright boys, I usually don't post FRs but I feel like this could help a lot of you out there struggling with oneitis.

This post is very long and detailed but I wanted to include every single method I used to get this girl, because this wasn't some quick pickup this was like fishing for a great seabass like captain motherfuckin ahab. A lot of one-on-one game.

This is the tale of me getting with my old Oneitis.

 

Now here is the story.

 

This girl IS oneitis, you know what I'm talking about.

She's 'quirky' in a good way and funny enough to make most guys laugh, while also having what would be considered refined beauty. Makes every chump think it's The Notebook and he's Ryan Gosling. Every single guy I know that hangs around with her falls in love with her. I've seen so many dudes I know fall for it. Hell, even I did way back when I first met her and she had a boyfriend, and I had not begun my Seddit transformation.

Now before I say all this, I will say that I do follow rule 1&2, but this is mainly due to the fact that I have marched my ass into a gym at least 5 days a week for the last 2 years and if you aren't doing that then don't you dare complain about it, instead take some responsibility for the way you look. I used to be a tubby guy that played league of legends every day and now I look like a 'man' so I promise you it's all possible.

So she (I'll call her rachel) just broke up with that boyfriend of many years (who was a pretentious dick and definitely woo'd her through poems and shit and will henceforth be referred to as SOB (shitty old boyfriend)), and of course, every fucking dude within ten miles has been trying to 'comfort' her and fall all over her in full chump mode. I used to be that guy too. Now I'm the dude they hate. Let me explain.

To quote Style, girls are cats, and all they want is that dangling string.

Now here's how to dangle that string gentlemen. I first met her a few days ago for lunch. This was not as a date she just had something of mine and I figured we could catch up as I hadn't seen her since my AFC days. I didn't even know she'd broken up with her BF until halfway through the meal, but once I did it was on and the setting was ideal.

That's because the restaurant is actually a client of mind (inner game, create an exciting life by working hard) and so when the waitress came to our table, I asked if the chef was in. She goes to check, and when she comes back out she says:

"my mistake Mr. Betterben, the chef says he will be taking care of you two. Would you still like to see the menu?"

"No" I reply, "I'm sure it'll be just great"

I look back at Rachel, and she is just dumbstruck. She thinks I'm this same chump from her past, and suddenly she's getting private service from the head chef of a 5-star french restaurant.

Rule 1 is not Be Attractive. It is Be Interesting.

So we start having lunch, and the owner comes to say hi and chats her up about wine and brings us some of his favourite port (pretty sure he's hitting on her, dude can't believe I have this total babe here) and we enjoy this nice lunch. Then she drops that she's single, and I think "OK let's put all this PUA stuff to the test."

The best part is I knew that by pure luck we would already be meeting again Friday night at an event of a mutual friend so I didn't have to do any work to have a second encounter lined up. This was perfect, it allowed me to just play around. I ran my own version of a Ross Jeffries "our world" routine I call "The Bubble" which I can explain if requested, but basically I blew her mind and emotions over the meal to the point that she couldn't stop laughing and blushing and didn't know why (God bless you Seddit how is this all possible), and when I mentioned that I would be going to see a movie after this event on Friday she just invited herself along saying she already was going to see it.

 

So that night she texts me about the movie, and you know what I do?

Nothing.

NOTHING.

If you know you will see her again, the date is set and your work is done. Don't reply to a single message. That feeling you always get when a girl isn't texting you back? They feel it too. I ghosted the shit out of her, which only built the anticipation of the coming evening. Every other guy would text her late into the night with shitty puns and friend zone type jokes, which I used to be guilty of with the same girl all the time... don't be that guy! If she wants to feel good with you, she needs to get it in person.

So fast forward to Friday. I get to the event late and she's been blowing my phone up if I'm coming, and when I finally get there she's shocked, I think she had just accepted that I'd stood her up. This was unintentional I was just really busy all evening but it worked anyway.

So we're all hanging out and I'm mostly just chilling with the people I don't know there, getting social proof and talking a lot to these to very hot girls there, which she later told me was driving her crazy.

After a while I told her we were too late to see the movie, so we just go to a bar that is nearby.

 

Basically at this point, all I had to do was not fuck up in the bar and I was set. The reason for this is pretty simple, my inner game is so strong now compared to the last time she saw me, that she was just blown away and I was like the burly confident guy that came along to save her from this long string of needy dweebs (of which I used to be).

During our conversation, I openly talked to her about how all guys fall in love with her within like an hour of meeting her and how annoying it is trying to find male friends. She was amazed I understood it all. This is a page from Style and Mystery, tell a girl about herself and you seem so smart and mysterious, even if you know them well already.

Then, in this conversation, she started crying. Like just openly crying, partly due to her fresh breakup emotions and also because of the self doubt I'd put her through talking with the two HBs at the party and comparing her to this other Rachel Mcadams girl. It was a lot. Sometimes, good seduction puts girls through a lot of emotions, it isn't always just light and playful.

 

So let me just talk a little about crying.

Crying is entirely about the girl's relationship with herself (shoutout to the top seddit post of all time), and in that moment all you can do is just be there, don't even attempt to fix it just let her cry. I MEAN IT. EVERY SINGLE Average Chump bone in your body will tell you to comfort her, rub her back, tell her she's beautiful, yada yada. That's what committed partners do, that's what friendzoned guys do, and that's what her girlfriends do. Not you baby. Not Mr. Cool Seduction Guy. I just smiled warmly and maintained eye contact, like when you smile at a baby to get it to stop crying, and just let her cry it all out. Eventually she did and transitioned to doing the classic post-cry giggle-and-sniffle and holding my hands, which is the gold zone for connection.

 

And this is all going down in a crowded, well lit Irish pub, the kind for families. Just keep your cool boys.

So I keep the conversation going, and at one point during the drinks, she actually started saying (her exact words) "I can't believe how much you've changed. When we had lunch, it was like you were an entirely different person. You are like... do you realize how different you are? What happened? You used to just be.... betterben, you know? Just this guy. And now, you're..... betterben!? What is going on? I can't even describe it..."

 

This is inner game at work. It's like autopilot.

Now this moment was just too perfect, so in a moment of self indulgence I actually quoted word for word one of the top seddit posts right to her face, because u/adiwet put it so gracefully and it was so relevant. I looked her strongly in the eyes and said:

 

"The words you are looking for are that I have this amazing, exciting, full life, and you get this feeling that my life is good with or without you in it."

 

Her eyes go wide, and she realizes everything at once. The square root of pi, the location of tupac, everything. It all makes sense.

Immediately after saying it, I hold her hands, get her staring in my eyes (if you can't tell I'm basically eye contact 100% of the time) and say

"Rachel...."

She gets Doe eyes

"Yeah?"

I smile

"I'm going to the washroom. Try not to fall apart now while I'm gone."

 

Boom. I blow her mind with this line where I basically spell out inner game to her, poke fun at her crying, then just get up and leave. So she's just stuck there with a glass of wine and all of these emotions and thoughts in her head. Who is this guy?

Basically when I came back she was a little more tipsy from killing her wine glass (2 glasses total, I'm not big on getting girls drunk) and I sat down next to her in the booth instead of across the table, and right in front of like 4 dudes I just kissed her, and my god was she waiting for that. She just goes caveman, grabs my body and dives in like a waterpark on a hot New Orleans afternoon.

Shortly after, I get up, and we go to pay. I tell her I'm not paying for her like every other guy, and I keep saying playfully "I'm teaching you a lesson". Then the waitress fucks up and doesn't split the bill and I don't even notice but she pays for her drinks and mine, and I laugh and say "great, I deserve it haha". She must be thinking who the fuck does this guy think he is?

I'm thinking, "I'm worth it."

We walk to my car, making jokes and whatever, she asks me how long I'd wanted to kiss her and I give some bullshit answer. Obviously since I fell into chumpyland friendzone love with her like a year ago. Times change.

So I drive her to her sister's place nearby where she's crashing on the couch (she's moving apartments right now). She's about to get out, and I say.

"Hey now, you can't go without kissing me in my car." She smiles wickedly, and we go at it.

 

Then, this happens. This is word for word what she says. In a break for air, she says "betterben, you are the first guy I've kissed since I broke up with SOB."

To which I replied, "I know."

"No, you don't get it. I've had 10 guys try to rebound off me, all of them trying so hard. And you're the first..." She's trying to figure out why. She doesn't feel guilty, but maybe she should? (ASD)

And I just flatly say "I know. It's because I just don't give a shit."

Now that sounds like a dick move, but I'm not saying this in reference to how I feel about her. I'm talking about how I have no expectations, no pressure on her beyond pure fun. This is very important to her, it's part of that whole theme of her being constantly approached in such a heavy emotional way. She just goes "I know you don't give a shit" and climbs over the arm rest into my lap.

 

And there it is boys. Girls like this don't want your poems, or to hold your hand. They want to get fucked, just like any other girl. To quote The Game, true emotional connection comes after sex. And if you come around with solid inner game and a good cat-and-string approach, you will be a breath of fresh air to her in a sea of nice guys. Then you can do all the cushy nice stuff for her whenever you want, because she's your girl, and you've earned it. I'm not advocating behaving like this forever, it is simply seduction.

This is why all the 'good girls' go for 'dicks'. Because being that way lets her see your value. Strongest caveman in the village, remember? And the best thing is, you don't have to be a dick, you just have to be strong. You have to honestly believe in yourself, and she will too. Cause it worked for me, and I'm not some random alpha.

 

I'm one of you.

 

edit: as some guys pointed out in the comments, this kind of behaviour is only recommended for the first encounter, maybe the second. After that you will just come off as a dick, instead, you can open up with her and just be two comfortable people together as you've already proven you can be different and powerful. Lead her firmly but gently as RJ says, and then if the relationship continues, join forces.