(14th August, 2017 Email)
Oh fellow Daygamer, have I got a bone to pick with you…
I’m seeing it more and more
HORNY, horny women walking through the streets and stores. (Scarcely) dressed, lipstick applied, hair curled, eyeliner in place, hooch waxed (probably). And yet, no guy even says hello to them.
I think it is intimidation…
Guys feeling a wee bit scared to go over and talk to these stand-out beauties who strut through the city.
Do you think they’re doing all this work for fun?
Do you REALLY think they enjoy waking up 30 minutes, if not 1 hour earlier than they have to, just to make themselves look prettier than the rest of the girl-competition?
They’re putting in the ‘woman effort’.
They’re completing their side of the bargain.
Women aren’t dumb
It’s become obvious to them a looooooooong time ago that guys are shallow.
The hot girls get hit on while the girls with a ‘fantastic, funny personality’ sip vodka as they post their latest craigslist ad.
And then there’s you:
Already light-years ahead of most other guys out there.
You can talk to ‘cute’ girls. Even a few ‘pretty’ girls aren’t entirely safe when you hit the streets hunting.
But the ‘GORGEOUS’ girls?
Why do you still put them on a pedestal?
Why do you still need to knock out another 1000 approaches, or 20 more ‘lays’, before you start hitting on ‘that’ level of quality girl?
YOU SELFISH PRICK
I’m going to drop some truth for a second:
If you honestly feel deep inside your guts that any woman would be lucky to have you, then you’re being totally selfish not giving these girls the opportunity to realize it for themselves.
What has a woman done to make your life better lately anyways?
When was the last time a chick told you such a funny joke that you spat milk out through your nose?
When was the last time you got into a multi-hour long debate on a topic that fascinates you so deeply that time flew by without you or her noticing?
When was the last time a woman made your life ANY EASIER at all. By NOT being flaky on text. Or making an actual damn decision in her life without asking you.
It’s shallow, but you ENJOY walking around town with a tight piece of ass with a curvy rack hanging off your arm.
ALL DAY – we put up with words and shit coming out of a woman’s mouth, just so we can put something back into it later that night.
Here’s the thing:
YOU ARE THE GIFT
It’s not the girl that leads, makes decisions, picks what fucking movie you two are going to watch, decides what’s for dinner. You bring the laughter and jokes. You provide the injection of stimulating conversation topics. And if you do drugs with your girl, it’s probably you who supplies them.
What the fuck has a girl done, besides been born with a pussy, which justifies in the REMOTEST WAY, the pedestal you put her on.
Here’s what I think and do:
I know I’m better than these chicks
I’ve got it going on in my life. My shit’s moving forward at a consistent pace across all the *important* areas of life
A hot chick can jump on for the ride, or make way for the next girl who understands and appreciates the value I bring to the table.
I can’t even be bothered with initially shy/timid girls anymore.
They’ve got 2 minutes to either offer a decent response, ask me a question, play along with my jokes, reciprocate my touch. ANYTHING that sub communicates they understand I’M BETTER THAN THEM and that they feel lucky and want to keep me around.
Onto the next one
She isn’t the only hot girl in the supermarket
She ain’t the only damsel in distress, walking down the street in a sexy summer dress
Here, learn how to work out which girl is worth investing some of your precious time in, quickly during Daygame:
See you tomorrow,