[DE GYM #141] Labia Majora

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Op dinsdag 16 juli 2013 17:34 schreef Ethanolic het volgende:

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Das zon sekte waar boys ieder meisje aanspreken dat ze zien en ze dan gaan afkraken enzo zodat ze zelf baas lijken. Ze claimen dat chicks dat diggen.

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RSD Programs/Events: Alexander Hotseat, Evolutions, Inner Circle, Insturctor Youtube Videos, Blueprint, Foundations, Transformations

Background: 26 year old virgin playing video games and watching movies at home. I was taught from a young age that gentlement didn't make moves. I was chastised for showing affection for women. And I was raised by my mother to treat all girls like princesses. Combine these three things and you have a guy that never stood a fucking chance. I've never even flirted with a girl in 26 years - it wasn't "right".

The Catalyst: I was playing video games at like 2 am (My normal routine), when I hear a knock on my wall. My roomate was trying to signal me - he was having a heart attack. I try to save him and call 911. He dies. I'm forced to take a close look at how I'm using my time on this earth. I'm forced to confront the life I've lived. I don't like what I see. I'm wasting my time here on distractions like movies, books, and video games. It's all escapism. I want to start living.

The Change: I find RSD online. I brainwash myself with their youtube videos. I decide to make the change, so I lose weight, and learn how to dress. I quit my job at NASA. I leave my friends and family, and relocate to vegas (After hearing Jeffy suggest doing so in a youtube video). I've never been to a nightclub, bar, or lounge in my life up to this point. I decide to go to the club 7 nights a week. I resolve to believe that this shit is possible and take it as far as I can.

My Path: My first month of going out can be summarized with 1 word: Pain. It was absolutely brutal. Every night I would go out alone, and get chunks of my soul cleaved off, and every day they would barely grow back - just a little stronger - before I went out to get decapitated again. Every night I pushed my comfort zone. I approached girls with boyfriends, I forced uncalibrated physicality, I stayed in set with groups of 10's as they all gave each other the "this guy is creepy" face, I ran toward anything that scared me, simply because I literally had no other option in life. I fought against every ounce of social conditioning I had been indoctrinated with, challenging my preconceptions of what was considered right and wrong (with regard to women) every single night. I was punched and spat on by women. The first month, frankly, sucked. But I slowly started meeting fellow RSD followers in vegas. I was glad to meet people who reinforced the brainwashing I had been trying to cement. It was also great for breaking the social isolation caused by my life change. The more I went out, the better I got. Little tweaks here and there. Little mannerisms I'd get rid of. Eye contact. Tonality. Projection. Physicality, Comfort, Self amusement. Non neediness/No Chasing, comfort with sexuality. Little peices started clicking into place. Girls started being comfortable around me. Soon after that they started showing attraction. Then I started getting close to making things happen. I was changing - this shit was possible.

Results: In the 2 months I've thrown myself into this new life, going out 7 nights a week, I've started getting results about a month ago. I've had 5 one night stands. a 21 year old birthday girl, a 22 year old canadian sweety, a fatty (She gave great head), a 22 year old spanish party girl (who I ran train on with another guy), and a 22 year old blonde stunner (My most recent girl). I've resolved not to get a girlfriend for at least 2 years, and then reassess what I want out of this journey. I've become more confident, masculine, decisive, and social in these 2 months. I've been forced to really - there's just no getting around it.

What now: Keep losing weight. Finish college. Get education degree. Teach secondary math/science. Tour the world over my summers. Reunite with my brother. Become truly abundant with women, continuing to develop my skillset. Build muscle.

Final Thoughts: My whole life I've been a fan of setting sail without a destination. I don't deal in half measures either - I commit 100%. The concepts RSD preaches about - taking action, going out, core confidence, self amusement, etc - they WORK. This stuff is real. The only thing stopping people from replicating my results is a lack of motivation. I don't judge them - it took the built up sexual frustration of 26 years, emotional isolation, and the trauma accompanying the death of a friend to snap me out of my sleep.

If you guys decide to make the change, take comfort in the fact that this stuff DOES happen. You just have to fucking go for it. It doesn't matter how many paths to success are closed off to you. Find the one that is open, and walk it (or preferably run it).

Bonus: My last girl. I fucked her in a bathroom stall. She called me a knight in shining armor afterwards:

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Op dinsdag 16 juli 2013 17:38 schreef Cake-Man het volgende:
chicks diggen money en spiere

het is tegenwoordig ieder voor zich vriend.

als ik pussy hebt deel dat met niemand. Haters overal. Live in your world.

Eat pussy, make money

Da is mijn motto

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Op dinsdag 16 juli 2013 17:41 schreef jemappellefrikandelle het volgende:

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Best veel droefs uit gym reeks en bb k reeks heb ik er voorbij zien komen...