GIGA HUSTLER CHECKING IN
Ok so fun times last night.
I had a gal scheduled for 730, she asked to reschedule due to work. All good, I offered her another slot for next week.
I hustle like fuck, and on Tinder, get a message from a chick. Attached.
Go meet her, thinking hmmm lets see what happens, I am trying to smash.
Meet her. Hear a European accent, I am like:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
......
She's very masculine, high energy, trying to control the frame and speaks a mile a minute. Not feminine. Kinda hot tho. Latvian. Had I known this, I would have unmatched instantly. No Eastern Europeans for me, ever.
You know how it goes with these people, Budapest, 9 dates all CUCK. Krakow, a pure and simple shit show. No thank you.
ANYWAY, I'm here to win.
She says let's grab drinks to go and points to a bar. I say no, we'll grab drinks later, let's walk first. I will never let chicks control the frame again, if they want to do that, they go home and find themselves a beta - fuck off.
We do NOT play that shit.
I have a sick route here, talk her along the Thames, Battersea bridge, it's beautiful.
Sit her on a bench, and then pitch a pull.
She objects, says are you gonna kidnap me?
Agree and amplify. Standard.
Pull her back, she strolls in like she owns the place and tells me to pour a drink, I make a point of telling her, nah, later. We chat a little, she is so domineering I find this exceptionally gross. Put your dicks away ladies, it's fucking nauseating.
Anyway, slowly start escalating. Touch her ass.
She calls me out.
"DID YOU TOUCH MY BUM?!"
....Yeah, this will be a fun night.
Slowly escalate, tell her to take a seat on my sofa. She sits way on the other side. Bad sign.
We have a drink, a G&T, slice of lemon, nice.
She asks me a few times to put music on. I don't play this shit and don't take orders. It also brings back memories of when Timmy got cucked beyond belief by 2 chicks who made him blast music all night and ply them with drinks until 730am the next dayt. He lost the frame epicly, just epicly. I vowed I will never do that.
I say, OK, lets listen to music in my room.
She flat out refuses and tells me to play music in the lounge as it's an open space.
I probe and do some objection handling, so we're having a nice time, you're not comfortable here?
She goes on about how we've just met, we need to give it time, she wants to normalise people on Tinder spending a long time getting to know each other.
LOL
Kick her out. Walk date was 45mins, she lasted 15mins in my place before getting told to get out ;-)
I enjoy humbling these brats who think they can tell MEN what to do.
Unless we're on the same team, off you FUCK.
You will also have some damn respect for a MAN.
SO.........
After that, I am like a crack fiend trying to get other girls out. Blast 3 boosts. No traction. 1 match, total fatass. LOL
And then, a gal who cancelled on me the day of and ghosted for 3 weeks gets in touch.
We banter and I try to get her out, offer her a Bolt.
She seems kinda down but then I hear nothing.
2am hits and I give up the ghost.
She texts me this morn telling me she passed out. I banter, tease, and tell her if she's on her best behaviour I can see her tomorrow.
OTHER:
Man, Friday was some G shit. I got CUCKED by the radio DJ who was an epic retard, who sat down and looked around the room and lived in her own fairytale universe. Barely looking at me or listening. Part ways.
Get another gal out 30 mins later. She's awesome but my vibe was destroyed and I think I perfomed badly. Hence, nada. Nothing from her since. Ghosted. She was QUALITY though. Respect.
But the thing is, the wine bar I go to, the female staff hate me!
I do ALL my dates there, and the women there are growing impatient with me and act rudely when I am there. So when I did the gangster move of two dates back to back, they were in the same wine bar man. I brought the next day over, and the ladies in the bar (it's a TINY bar the size of your bedroom) looked at me like "WTF". One of them also tried to cuck me as you may recall and ran over on the previous date to ask if the girl was OK....
So, then the next day, when this chick asks me for a walk, we meet outside that bar and the bar women are closing it up, and they see me walking with this gal. One of them puts her hands on her hips, angry body language, and yells out "OH COME ON!".
That's feminism, man. They pump these women full of hate, full of anger, and they train them to hate us.
Hate cannot ever defeat the truth.
As Churchill said, truth is incontrivertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may derive it, but in the end, there it is.
You don't have to like it. You can hate it if you want. But MEN BUILT THE ENTIRE WORLD WE LIVE IN. Without us, the entire face of the earth falls into the sea within 6 hours. We are the alpha, the omega, the sun, the stars, the moon, and we are created in the image of our creator God who of all the creations he put on earth, chose to give us and only us the divine spark.
We are the most dominant creature evolutionary biology ever created, a miracle of the universe.
And no matter what, we will win. ALWAYS.
I also love women, and I forgive them for the hurt they put on me. I had a part to play in that too. I was weak, I was scared, I was naive. i got my throat slit.
I gutted up and got myself right.
Like Mike Tyson said, when I'm right, I put people in body bags. Period.
SUNDAY
The hustle NEVER STOPS
Double booked, text both gals to confirm. One confirms, the other asks to reschedule.
Jump on Tinder, boost, get a lead, and get her to come over at 6 within 30 mins of texting.
So, still double booked.
I have not been laid since Sept 16th. FUCK, I'M A VIRGIN
TIME TO HUSTLE
I will do my best today to pull and smash these 2 girls. They're a bit meh, not the best lookswise. 4/5. But I like their energy.
Where there is true IRON WILL, even an autist, even a guy who most women on planet earth do not have any time for, even a fuckin dog from the sewer like me with sheer relentless forward motion wins sometimes.
You will not win a lot. Average looks may as well be ugly in 2022. Overly logical brain is cancer to woman. It's over for me, right?
No, you're wrong.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcOVEJizjQI
Muhammed Ali was the great one. The world idolised him. I idolised him. He was poetry in motion, one of the greatest human beings who ever lived in this world. IRON WILL. CAST IRON CONVICTION. At that time, the heavyweight champion was the title of titles, the greatest title the world had ever known. They enlisted him to fight in Vietnam, he would have never seen battle, he'd have a cushy position doing paperwork, but he knew if he did it, the media would promote it and he knew the black kids who idolised him like I do would join the war in their droves and lose their lives.
He refused. "Take me to jail". He relinquished the greatest title in the world to be a man of conviction because his principles were cast iron, and no one in this world could break them. This is the mark of true greatness. He gave up the greatest title in history to be a man of conviction.
And even so, Joe Frazier beat him one time.
You have to back yourself and be open minded to the possibility that your life can be better. If you are not happy and you wake up in the dungeon, like I do some days, and you ask yourself how in Gods name will I get out of this nightmare, how will I ever find someone, when no one wants me?
In these moments, where there is no hope to be found and the only tool you have is to gut up and work like a demon, how do you keep your heart?
You have to believe in one thing, and that is yourself. You can have the world against you, you can get such negative feedback from the environment only a mad man would continue. Most women I have ever dated did not like me. The attraction was dead by the time I said hello. I am an invisible man, you can say it's a curse, that I should do better. I do not know what to tell you man.
I do not know how I am going to make it.
I often do not think it is humanly possible for a guy with my level of looks and the death sentence of a fucked and atypical brain. It might not be.
But FUCK IT
I will sit at the blackjack table and bet the whole house on myself.
For the underdog in life, who has so little, and will inevitably have to deal with so much bullshit, we have one one weapon.
But it is the most powerful weapon in the world.
THE ABILITY TO TRULY GRIND WHEN ALL HOPE IS LOST AND YOU ARE IN THE DUNGEON OF LIFE
EVERY TIME I FAIL
I AM ONE STEP CLOSER TO SUCCESS
MAC DADDY
