This is a guest post by Kid Strangelove. Kid originally published this article at his own blog on August 16, 2010, but he deleted the site a while ago so he could focus on other projects. He asked me if I’d be willing to re-post some of his articles on my blog and I said yes.
I must admit that I have a love/hate relationship with the seduction community. I first read The Game over two years ago, and subsequently immersed myself in every single piece of pickup literature: trying to meet girls by the book, succeeding, failing, learning, remembering, being happy, being disappointed, stopping, starting again, meeting the girl who I thought was different, realizing that she was the same as the others, cold streaks, hot streaks…
I have crammed a lot of personal experience into a relatively small time frame. My experience is unique to me, but I still have much in common with other men. Sometimes I share my experiences with people and they can apply them to their lives, and sometimes they just look at me funny (since what I’m talking about is obviously not applicable to them).
But all of my knowledge comes from a mix of personal experience and varying input. And that’s what less knowledgeable people need: a mix of input from people that know what they’re talking about.
Experienced guys: go out there and dispense advice.
Now, we’re on the Internet, so it’s hard to know who is telling the truth and who is bullshitting, so I wouldn’t waste time pumping up your e-credentials because you’ll always have non-believers. And yes, there is a chance your advice will fall on deaf ears. But maybe, just maybe your input and experience will make someone think, learn, and acquire that experience on their own.
Here’s an example.
At one particular lair meeting I went to, during the question and answer session, a shy-looking Indian kid said something that really threw the whole meeting for a loop: “It was weird. She invited me to her house to hang out. I wasn’t feeling it, so I left. What does it mean when a woman invites you to her house?”
You can imagine how people reacted. Pretty much everyone in attendance called the kid a pussy, but then one kid in the back raised his hand and said, “You did the right thing. I mean you’re a grown man, you can tell the difference between anxiety and possible danger. You felt a bit of the second, and you got the fuck out of there. A friend of mine met a girl in a restaurant a few weeks ago and woke up in an empty hotel room with his cash and credit cards missing. We all knew the girl felt a bit shady, but we didn’t act on it and it cost us, so congrats for acting on your survival instinct.”
No one said a thing afterwards. I think the Indian kid liked that commentary.
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