Friday 20/09/2024
Actions
(1) Business:
-Block 1: Coaching Delivery
-Block 2: Business Development
-Block 3: Partnership Project
-Client Call: 1 on 1
(2) Body:
-Gym
-Nutrition
(3) Mindset:
-DG
-Online Hustle
-Writing Report: Dante Bootcamp 2024
Let's go!
-MAC
Friday 20th
-Block 1: Coaching Delivery [Done]
-Block 2: Business Development [Done]
-Block 3: Partnership Project [Done]
-Client Call: 1 on 1 [Done]
-Gym [Done]
-Nutrition [Done]
-DG [Done - 1/6: Turkish chick, super cuck, didn't bother even adding her IG]
-Online Hustle [Done - 500 swipes per day Hinge, Tinder, Bumble, 1 match this week. No leads/responses]
-Writing Report: Dante Bootcamp 2024 [Fail]
Notes:
Got up Friday, after 2hrs of sleep. Felt tired as hell, but got to work.
Focused and knocked many hours of work out.
Went to the gym, pushed myself and did a solid leg workout.
Went to day game. Volume, wasn't great. Fridays, 7 onwards, tend to be cuck. Women are heading out in the evening, so the crowd you're catching DG on Friday, isn't ideal.
Hustled all day on 2hrs sleep.
Had to dig deep and really push!
Get's to 10, and the girl who agreed to a date at 1030, texts telling me she is going to be late. Train is delayed. I am on time, and then just sit around waiting for 10mins. She doesn't reply, so at 1045, I go home. When I arrive home, she says she's gotten her train, and will be 15 mins.
I call her, to get clear on what's going on.
No answer.
Just chill at home.
She then texts saying she arrived, and will be at the bar in 5m. I call again, and she seems nice and vibey on the phone.
It's now 1130pm. An hour later than expected. I head up to see her, making her wait about 5m.
In typical NYC fashion, she is incredibly intense, domineering, and the energy is totally different from the approach. We're chatting, but she is the driven professional sort of woman, and is battling me and challenging every other word I say, right off the bat.
I gear up for an evening that is going to be a battle of minds....
We sit down, and talk for a bit. She then says let's go get drinks, I say let's just chill for a bit first. She refuses, gets up and heads to the bar. She tells me, she is just going to get water.
I leave her to it.
She comes back, very quickly, and we chat more.
Here, it went straight to being super cerebral, and investigative journalist mode, like each gal I've met in this city. Their guards, are WAY, WAY, WAY up. Dissecting every word you say - what do you mean by X, Y, Z?
We're going back and fourth, and then it gets to the point where my dates tend to get quite annoying for me. She asks me what I do, and instead of accepting it, she tells me what I do sounds like vague nonsense to her, and from there, it's an intense frame battle. She's making loaded statements suggesting I am narcissistic and deluded. And I shut them down, and have to slap her a bunch.
I am seriously not enjoying the date about 30mins in, as it is a grilling session. I tell her, I am not here for a job interview or to pitch, and she relents a bit, but I am puzzled at this point. She was nice on the approach, and her texting made it seem like she liked me - but she is treating me quite poorly and doesn't seem to like me very much at all. Odd.
The venue is loud, and we switch.
Outside, where we can talk, things get a lot better.
I immediately take her by the hand, and start leading her, and things get better. She is only 5ft3, the element of being able to use my sheer physical size, changes the dynamic and makes her respect me more. I am pulling her in, getting very physical, hugging her, at one point on the walk, push her against a wall and she is enjoying it all, we're hand in hand, and it feels good - slightly vibey, though not that much. I would say this chick just has a steely personality.
We are diving far deeper, into our childhood, family life, upbringing.
Go to another venue, where we can sit outdoors.
Our conversation here, is way deeper, and it feels like we're bonding. We make out, she's sat right up on me, I soft pitched the pull a few times earlier, and now, she seems to be down.
We're in the venue until 130am, where it's closing.
We agree to go back to mine and chill, listen to music, etc.
She goes to the bar to pay for her drink and return her glass, and I go to the bathroom.
When I get back, there is no sign of her.
I wait a few mins, but nothing. Head outside, nada.
Text her. Call her twice. Nothing.
She blocked me, and left.
What was disturbing about it, is we began to really connect, and feel chemistry for the final hour and a half I'd say. I was enjoying it, after a long, protracted battle with this girl. She began opening up a lot, and it felt good.
But, at the very last moment, after a steamy makeout and agreeing to the pull, after all that work - gone!
I leave and head home, 2am-ish, feeling dejected.
Many tough days running day game, an awful experience on the apps, and 3 dates to nowhere/ghosts, in a city where I am seriously not enjoying the women here, was getting to me.
Sleepless night ensued.
Saturday morning now. Time to shake it off, and get back to the hustle.
Nothing will stop me in my pursuit of success in life, apart from death or physical incapacitation.
I don't care how many more thousands of approaches it will take.
I don't care how many countless hours working on my business.
I don't care how many gym sessions I don't want to be here.
I don't care how many hundreds of dates with women who aren't interested
I don't care how many more times I am betrayed in my personal life, back stabbed, have my trust broken again and again
I simply do not care what it takes
I WILL FIND A WAY TO WIN
BACK TO WORK!!!!
-MAC DADDY
