The Hunger
Last Friday it was the day it seemed the whole city was waiting for all winter. The buildup had been coming all week ever since it was announced that it would be 70 degrees. The nice weather started on Wednesday and by Thursday night my phone was blowing up from my boys about going to a happy hour Friday. There was talk of going to a rooftop in DC or starting out the night in Arlington and then heading into DC. Someone even brought up going to Georgetown water front. I let everyone of them know that I’d be hitting the gym and then staying in on Friday night.
Even on Friday most of my friends were trying to convince me. Claiming how because of the nice weather apparently all the sluts would come out of hiding wearing short shorts and tank tops, swinging from the chandeliers begging to be fucked, how could I miss this! I smiled to myself and texted everyone back that I’d hit them up if I went out on Saturday night.
On Friday I weighed myself before my workout and came in at 185. I proceeded upstairs to the humid grimy gym and went through a gut busting shoulder/ triceps workout with a smile on my face. I thought back to the days when I was coming up in the game, honestly even a couple of years ago, I had that hunger. I had to be out in the streets running game Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday night. I felt that if I wasn’t out there I was missing something. It was like there were so many possibilities, that if I wasn’t out this very night I’d somehow miss spitting game to the girl of my dreams. What kind of old person could really just stay in on a 70 degree night with all those horny sluts running around trying to get fucked!
Yet here I am on a Friday night in an empty gym going H.A.M, shrugging 365 for sets of 15. What we are really talking about and what a lot of guys will soon discover after many years of game is a return on investment. Some people think that the older you get the less you want to go out and party and run game. This is partially the truth. It’s not that you don’t want to it’s that you have enough knowledge to know that you don’t have to put in as much work, effort, or time to get the same results you once did.
Let’s do the math. You’ve paid your dues, you’ve made probably 1 million approaches over the years going out Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. You get a little bit older and your notch count is in the double digit every year. Each night you go out you get one or two phone numbers, there’s also expenses. Cost per dates, average cost per night out drinking and if you choose, some club entry fees. But getting more numbers doesn’t necessarily result in getting more dates and getting more dates doesn’t result in getting more bangs. What you eventually learn and what I’ve been saying is that it’s all about the experience and knowledge that comes from simply talking and being comfortable around women. Learning how to navigate in their world
The return on investment starts when you realize that you’ve reached major game goals so you want to focus your energy on other things. You now have the skill set and knowledge that you only need one night to go gangbusters and get two to four phone numbers if you feel like it. Even if out of that you meet up during the week for one date that’s still a good turnout. It’s as if going out is just another turn at bat. The more at bats you get the more chance you get to get on the field, hit a double, bring your teammate home. But with game you only need one or two at bats and you know you’re going to hit it out of the park. Expenses on going out are reduced dramatically yet return on getting dates and even getting laid remain the same. You can then use the reduction in spending to save and plan on making other power moves that could lead to newer experiences gaming in other destinations, trips, vacations, Vegas. Or you could plan on saving up and making a power move to your own grown man crib in the middle of the city. That way you can bang hot mommies and have them go get you a glass of water butter ball naked without them fussing with putting something on.
I went home after the gym Friday night, picked up a meal from Whole Food’s hot bar, read a little of Paul Auster’s Invisible, audited a friends manuscript on his newest book, surfed my favorite new website (Me In My Place). Before I went to bed I got a little txt message from a bird that was out in Arlington, “what are you doing, come play” I smiled to myself because I knew there would be other nights and other chances. i don’t feel I’m missing out now when I do chill in on a prime night because I know when my turn comes and I do go out, ima kill it.
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