Jul 22, 2013
Every Halloween in Tokyo for the past three years, I’ve dressed up as a lifeguard complete with super short shorts, aviator sunglasses, no shirt, and my nose painted white. You may call me unimaginative, but I’m a cheap bastard from a warm climate and I’ll take every chance I can get to bask in attention while I stroll around in public with as little clothing as socially acceptable. Since most dudes don’t have the nuts to stroll around a party semi-nude, the costume has been a hit wherever I went, year after year.
The first two years I donned my trusty lifeguard costume, back when I had the body of an asexual Asian teenager, I received about the same amount of attention from gay dudes as I did from women. The only thing was it was obvious that only the gay dudes wanted to bang my little Asian bottom. I quickly realized that most of the chicks just wanted to take a picture of the funny looking dude in the red shorts so they could post it on Facebook when they ran away before I could ask, “S-s-so what’s your name?” Back in those days of no-game hell, when I thanked my lucky stars when a girl let me park my beef bus in her tuna garage, I figured putting up with the odd sexual advance from a man was better than being completely invisible to women. Also, it gets really hot and uncomfortable when you’re dancing to electro club jams in a polyester Pikachu suit.
Last Halloween was different. I had been practicing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu heavily for about two years, and an interest in improving my performance caused me to optimize my diet. I had also recently begun barbell training to improve my explosive strength. I arrived at that year’s costume party with broad grappler’s shoulders and a narrow waist. Even though I weighed a mere 132 lbs at the time, the difference in reaction was stark. I felt hands running across my shoulders after I posed with slutty nurses for a picture. Apropos of nothing, a tart in cat ears and a mini-skirt pressed her body against mine and said, “Meow!” One sexy witch just stood in front of me, transfixed by my midsection as whatever it was I was saying went in one of her ears and out the other, periodically reaching out to touch my abs. All of these interactions (and more) were sexually charged, and better still, the gay dudes didn’t even have a chance to get in between all the drunk chicks pawing at me. I had unwittingly turned myself into an object of sexual desire.
Unfortunately, I was still too gameless at the time to capitalize but the experience was valuable nonetheless. Here I was, getting loads of sexual attention, without displaying any semblance of charisma or confidence, just by being conspicuously fit in an environment where loud music, anonymity provided by costumes, and booze stripped away the usual pretenses of modern male-female interaction. I learned first hand that the ancient, natural forces that selected for broad shouldered men with powerful legs and narrow waists still exist, and you’d be a fool to ignore them.
The lesson did not turn into resolve until I stumbled into /r/theredpill, subsequently devoured Rollo Tomassi’s blog archives, and came across this post. Here, Tomassi put what I had experienced that night into words and gave me my new approach to getting laid:
“There is a popular misconception men adopt in thinking that ‘looks aren’t as important for women’ and that they’re more forgiving of a few extra pounds if a guy is witty, humorous and/or embodies some combination of the laundry list of nonsensical adjectives they place on their online dating profiles. This is the male version of the body image acceptance social convention women have been promoting themselves for the past 50 years. Don’t worry about getting in shape; money, humor and confidence will make any woman swoon for you. If this were the case the Louie Andersons and Danny Devitos of the world would be swimming in top-shelf poon. I have no doubt that very rich, but out of shape men have a relatively easy time attracting women, but they can’t make a woman genuinely desire to fuck him on a physical level.”
In the past 10 months, I’ve only become fitter and stronger, which naturally lead to becoming more confident as well. This in turn sped the development of my game to the point where I don’t even worry about where my next lay will come from. Game, after all, is the technique behind sexual strategy and just like any activity that involves the body, a man with a solid athletic base can pick up technique far more quickly than a couch potato. Imagine two boxers practicing their left hooks: one is a former football player, the other a former Xbox player. Who do you think will be knocking people out first? Game is the same. The man with the impressive physique will acquire the technique and the confidence to physically escalate at a faster rate than the Micheal Moore look alike.
Game, by most popular estimates, is 90% internal (confidence and mindset) and 10% external (lines, routines, etc.) I firmly believe that improving physical fitness, specifically heavy resistance training and a proper diet, is the fastest way to develop internal game. Sure, you can spend months grinding away at approaches in bars and nightclubs every day, sacrificing your health while you slowly master the tightrope walk that balances her physical lack of desire for your neglected body with your ability to push her psychological attraction buttons. Or, you can apply a strength program and a little consistency to (literally) lift yourself into a Greek sculpture of masculinity. Then, put yourself near receptive ladies and let human nature guide you through the wonders of game.