Bristol: Mid Week Hustle
Night Game: Signs of Progression (+2 Different Men Calling Me Sexy?!)
Rough week psychologically. That chick ghosting me, did hurt for some reason, because I truly enjoyed the date. And her. Then, poof!
All good. It’s fuel for mental strength.
So you guys know, this is year 2, and not ONCE has it worked out with a gal I like. Not. Once.
Not even close.
BUT.
There is more in life. There is business. There is spiritual growth. There are other things one day go.
Sometimes being mature, you just have to say, OK man, this is the trend, and it ain't even close to acceptable. I have essentially been unable to get past a certain point despite beast mode self-improvement lol. So I am kinda seeing the forest for the trees on this one. And I am kinda cool with it.
You can go into victim mode, or you can remember that this fuels the development of mental greatness.
Life is a journey.
Dating and trying to find a woman for low SMV men, in the modern world, in my opinion, is pretty much done. Over. The landscape is so different now, society has changed.
Important we start to acknowledge this rather than mislead low SMV males to their destruction and wasting their life on tasks that may not even be humanly possible for them.
GLL told the truth: you need to be a physical 7 to be able to build a dating life.
If you're not, it's over - get over it or be a dumbass hamster on the wheel for the rest of your cunt life ;-)
WED
Went to see Jacob and support his performance at a comedy show. It was fun. Saw Joy. Chatted, had a fun bro time. Lots of social time with them.
THUR
The goal was to get my work done, get videos shot, edited and uploaded, do social media hustling and outreach, and then go to the club at night with Jacob.
And it was this day I sadly saw what a low level of competence in the male looks like. It hurt to see, as I like Jacob, but he is a total calamity and in simple terms, an incompetent person, who is the sweetest human you’ll ever meet, he’s like a labrador, but damn is he terrible at thinking and navigating life.
We agreed I’ll get him up at 7am. Which I do. He doesn’t have any coffee in his place, and his kettle is broken, so I ask him to take us to the nearest coffee place before we go train in the gym togeher.
That ends up being a mistake. We’re walking, and I assume it’ll be 10mins tops – Jacob takes us to a place about 45mins away, and I am just stunned at this incompetence. I start asking questions around the 30min mark, and then had to problem solve to get this sorted ASAP. We agreed to grab a coffee, and then go back to his place, and drive to the gym. As the gym was a further 1hr walk, and would also be almost 1.5hrs to walk back. Sheer, sheer stupidity. Unbelievable.
We get coffee, and I am a bit distressed to see that this lovely chap really cannot think properly. We go back to his, which was mercifully a shorter walk now, jump in his jeep (he has a provisional license and can only drive with someone who has passed their test and has driven for years, so I sat in his passenger side).
The gym is AWESOME! Proper hardcore. We have a killer session.
We then head to the shops and buy ingredients for the day’s meal. Jacob INSISTS we will make a turkish wrap after we ate those in London two weeks prior when day gaming. We buy stuff, and head home to fire up his pizza oven. Many hours are passing and I am not able to get my work done, which is stressing me the fuck out. He then insists he wants his friend Josh to come over and join. I am thinking, OK man, this is going to add complexity and be more of a time drain. I explain this to him, but he literally cannot process it, he cannot fathom it. Nothing is clicking in his mind. I am stunned by this level of total stupidity. I observe it, breathe, and just understand it’s going to be one of those days.
We prep the veg. He argues with his housemate a little, which was uncomfortable. His housemate would later have a chat with me when Jacob left, and told me the endless issues he’s had with J, and how J has been stagnating for years in his life, with his parents suppoting him at the age of 31, and him making absolutely 0 progress on his workshop for his biz in YEARS. And I mean, 0. He purchased a really expensive bike on credit card to do his deliveroo deliveries, and there is always things going wrong with it. He has been on -£500 for years, and has been in a daily cycle of doing deliveroo delivieres, making enough to pay for the day’s commitments, and resuming being in debt the next day. He mostly has no money to buy food and has been in the cycle for years without realising. I actually paid for all the ingredients as he had no money, and last time we hung in London, bought him lunch as his card got declined.
Really useful convo with his housemate and an insight into J’s reality.
So, he insists we fire up the pizza oven and make bread. Josh heads over. He is cool as hell. I think, well we’ll make this bread, it’s only about 2pm, it should be done in an hour and then I can get my work done and head out.
Wrong.
It takes 4 fucking hours for him to make 2 pieces of bread. He is on the harbourside trying to ignite the pizza oven and busting a nut, insisting the flame has to be at maximum capacity, and focusing in on arbitrary things and being unable to adjust for legit hours. I am stunned but Josh has the patience of a saint and his helps J every step of the way. Eventually, we make some bread, and Josh heads home. I walk with him as Jacob has to wait for the pizza oven to cool down before he can bring it back.
Josh talks to me about how he met Jacob, and how Jacob has been in literally the same daily cycle for 4 years and hasn’t progressed 1 iota. It is so shocking to me. I am feeling gratitude at this point as despite the things I struggle with, atleast I am competent enough to save myself, and this isn’t my life….
Jacob heads back. We cook and eat. It’s 7pm, and he heads out to do delivieres. I am honestly stressed, and just book a train ticket to head home the next morning. He wants me to stay Friday, but god no – yes I will miss an evening of talking to girls, but I NEED to work and hustle. That will not be done if I am around this dude.
I nap from 7-815pm which is when J returns.
We head out at 930pm.
J does actually do far, far better with women than me despite being one of the most dysfunctional people I've ever met. The antithesis of self-improvement.
Night Game Thursday 23rd
Head out.
Absorb the environment, allow ourselves to open up and be social.
We’re in bar area, and the first approach I do goes really well. I caught her looking at me, and just approach the way Joy taught me to. He told me night game is all about energy and social vibes. So I now approach with, “Hey, I like your style / I like your vibe” and begin to flow from there, hitting and hitting until something hooks. I plough and see if I get any interest, and if there’s anything, I just dive the fuck in lol.
First approach: she’s a bit grimy looking, but whatever. Approach, and she’s loving it, we chat a little, and she says she’s going to the smoking area, come with me. So we head out, she gives me a cig, and we chat for a while. Some vibing. She’s fun. But not my type at all. Massive substance user. But the convo is fun and well needed. She tells me to take her number, as she’s off to find her friend. She does bump into my later, gives me a massive hug, and takes me back out to the smoking area, until her friend calls that she’s leaving, she bounces. She also introduced me to her friends in the club, so clearly she was feeling it.
Then tonnes of other approaches. They do talk, they do vibe, some unreceptive, some nice, mostly going nowhere.
I then have a notable approach with this gal, her friend tries to rip her away, but then I talk to her, and she joins the set. These two are cool. I exchange with the one gal who I opened and tell her I’ll see you later. I bump unto her later, and am way more physical, we’re full on, hugging, close, and we’re holding each others hands. She then starts going on about how much she loves her BF. Cool. I chat a little more and dip. Nice gal.
Then legit plough like fuck. Set after set. Some positive IOIs. Some girls are checking out my body during the approach, which is quite sexy, but no dice. Some girls chat, and when I escalate, they tell me they have a BF and bounce. All that jazz.
2 exchanges.
Superb work.
These sets were of good quality, with ladies eyes lighting up when I approached them at times. Some hardcore unreceptive, sure, but also, some so happy and thanking me for approaching.
Signs of progress. And just signs of the female understanding that they are being presented with solid ass male.
Funnily enough, one guy on the dance floor heads over to me, stops me, and says, dude, I work out myself, but you’re making me look bad, I feel jealous right now, because you are one sexy motherfucker. I laugh my head off and fist bump him.
Then, later on, some other guy approaches me, and says, dude, I’ve been working on my confidence for weeks and am in the gym, but I took one look at you, with your chest, those arms, anf that necklace, and I feel so bad about myself, you’re a sexy man. I just laugh out loud man. Shake his hand.
We approach until 3am. And head home.
I am hit by a lot of pain and negativity, but just sit with it and stop myself from spiralling. This is where mental strength comes in.
I assure myself, Ravi, you’re making progress, you got 2 numbers tonight. You got guys tellin you, that your body looks great – WUT lol.
Final Thoughts
You work your social muscle. You solidify your game. You keep working on every facet of yourself.
And you just FUCKING ENDURE.
STR8 DOGS CAN WIN IN LIFE
UNDERDOGS MATTER
YES ITS HARD FOR US
FUCK IT
WE ALSO DESERVE GOOD THINGS
I am here 100% for the guys who live on nightmare mode.
I am 100% here for the guys who, like me, have to plough like crazy, who get no matches, who get no investment from women, no retention, who just get shit shovelled in their face and say to the fuck, bring it on, you do not know the iron will I have.
Breath. Relax. LET GO. Remind yourself, life is good, life CAN be better. And for some, it is just the case that options have run out, and there is only one card left to play: legendary level persistence.
We WILL BECOME the exception.
And that is what gives me so much power.
It is the moments when you are hurting, bad, that make you a man.
Lay on Jacob’s couch, my mind all of a sudden went to victim mode. Ravi, this is your 2nd year of this stuff, when are you going to get the message, this shit isn’t for people like you, it’s not for men who are not desirable to women, you’ve done so many approaches now, and it goes nowhere. Are you a mad man? You are going to drive yourself insane Ravi. You’ll end up 40, having approached 50,000 chicks to no avail at this rate dude. And you will have to live with that pain for the rest of your life. Looking at my dating app results, speaks volumes about my attractiveness. Looking at my cold approach and night game results, speaks volumes about how much chance I have to get a good gal to be with me.
….And yet I fucking persist.
And because I persist, stay positive, and don’t give up
Even a fucking dog like me is able to win sometimes when it comes to women
And that is why sheer persistence is MANDATORY.
The mindset:
I don’t care if I get ghosted 100 more times
I don’t care if I approach 1000 more girls this year and it goes nowhere, like year 1
I don’t care if I have to endure a dry patch for the whole year, whilst busting my ass
Nothing breaks me
Can’t hurt me
Let it be months in the wilderness. Let it be months more of this shit.
I’ve had no proper intimacy since Nov 2022. I had that nightgame date last Sat, which ghosted.
The mentality:
Cool. Let’s go through 100 more.
Because every ghost, every flake, every number that doesn’t respond
Is one step closer to success
It's just a game of growth for me now. I don't think I will end up finding a girl, and I think self-improvement for dating is largely a scam if you're low SMV. I've consistently improved myself for 2 years. It made 0 difference to concrete outcomes. None.
SIGNS OF PROGRESS:
-I used to instantly get blown out, always, in clubs. Now, I am having convos, exchanging, and got a make-out last time. Cool. This was from getting Joy’s help on night game.
-Image progression: guys stopping me on nights out, to tell me how I look good, is fucking insane. I cannot believe it. See, I always did well with men. Always. I am a soldier and my fellow man knows I am solid and trustworthy and this energy is put into the world, and means I just have harmonious relationships with male humans. If I could get a chick to see value in me, like dudes do, I would be set.
Success is a lifestyle choice
We choose to work hardcore
And be hardcore consistent and disciplined
The Universe is not so unfair it will not give me something I desire so badly
But it does impose limits on people.
You can certainly have a dream and chase it. You can give it your fucking heart.
The world is full of people who broke their damn soul to win at life nd gave their business EVERYTHING and flat out failed.
Same applies for dating, and other domains.
What I think sometimes people have to do, is make a calculated course correction at a certain point. Because otherwise, you will legit waste your entire life chasing something that may be humanly impossible for you to get.
For me, this was to have my own children and to stop this cycle of being a lonely guy.
I may have to think about adopting in the future. And that's OK man. I would honestly do it.
Anything can be endured if you find your why
You can take any punishment, any pain, anything
If it’s dry for years, so be it.
I can keep fucking pushing.
I am prepared to live like this until I am a god damn cadaver.
At the same time, I am kinda waking up to the scam of this stuff.
KEEP HAMMERING,
MAC
