ITLR: The GymPosted: October 25, 2013
i know a lot of the guys in the Sphere are big on the gym. first and foremost, i’m not bashing anyone for going to the gym. it’s good for you. i’m not a gym guy. i work out, just it’s all body weight exercises. what i do in the navy requires me to be more cardio based and being able to handle my own weight. besides, i’m NOT a big guy. spent a year working out and while i get stronger, i didn’t look any different.
i know a kid that was fat, hit the gym, got buff, but had ZERO game. he landed a few girls but he ALWAYS ended up getting dumped. i spent some time talking with him at the local and gave him some game basics and how to play up his looks/alpha cred. one night i saw him with this girl. she looked like a stripper, but whatever. i congratulated him on coming up and he acted like he’d been pulling for years. i just laughed it off.
a few weeks past, i saw him and he was by himself. i asked him how him and girl were doing. well, she dumped him. he was quite humble in telling me his story. long story short, he had a great shell, but his core was still completely beta. and that’s the point of this post.
he started going to the gym because he was tired of being tubby, and invisible to women. yeah, he wanted to feel better about himself as well. what he didn’t realized is that it takes more than muscles to woo women. sure, she look at you lustily, you might even get laid. but dude wanted to land and KEEP a girl. and after being dumped 3-4 times after dating less than a month he apporached me to ask me what his problem was.
we had a good hour long talk about the red-pill and making HIMSELF a priority rather than pleasing a woman as his primary goal. he listened and seemed to really have a few “holy shit” moments. i ended up telling him he just needed to rewire all the bullshit he’s been fed for the last 15-20 years.
last time i saw him he was dating some chick from his school UNF, and was loving life. he actually came up to me and thanked me. we talked for about 5 minutes before i told him to get back to his chick. he looked at me, smiled and said, “dude, she’ll be fine, haven’t talked to you in a while.” i smiled, nodded and said, “you just passed the final test.”
i couldn’t have been more proud.
now, take a look at me. i have the muscle tone of steven hawking’s thighs and the sex appeal of bowel cancer. but that doesn’t matter. looks matter to MEN, not women. a woman can look at you, like the package, then be put-off by your attiude and disqualify you. men can like how a woman looks, still stick around despite her personality waiting on the close, then after they close, they’ll usually walk.
i do well with women DESPITE my looks. i’ll readily admit that. but i can charm the fuck (literally) out of them. i’ve actually gotten out of the shower with a beautiful woman, looked at myself naked in the mirror and asked her, “how the hell do you fuck me? UUUUUGH!!!! what’s wrong with you?”
i ALWAYS get the same response. she’ll laugh, smile, and tell me how cute i am. some will give a more literal answer and tell me that i’m just sexy and to quit being silly. i fully admit there’s no way i should have been able to put my mule into 90% of the women i’ve been with.
i’m pale, bald, wear stupid glasses, short, and have MINIMAL muscle tone.
if you want to go to the gym, fine. do it to feel better and be healthy. DON’T do it just because you think having a shredded frame is gonna get you laid. truth be told. it’s only HALF of it, and in most cases women might LIKE muscles, but there’s only one muscle that matter’s most.
your fucking brain.
go to the gym. cool, i’m all about the health aspects of it. but don’t do b/c you think it’ll land you girls.
what i’ve seen as the best approach to dealing with women is confidence, self respect, calling her out on her bullshit, not supplicating, and having a general good out look on life
on another front; today was a sad day on Planet Danny. my favorite food slut worked her last day today. she’s transferring to a new command. now, she’s a dear friend, and she took care of me when i had to deal with a VERY frustrating part of navy life. every year, on your birth month, you have to do a series of exams and training. i was working at the branch clinic jan 2012 and it was hard for me to make my appointments. she bent over backwards when i had to cancel and reschedule.
i’m not one to forget when someone helps me out, especially when they go out of their way to help me. well, she ended up working in the ER. whenever i had food leftover i’d share with her. and bitch can fucking eat for being as tiny as she is. she HAPPILY calls herself a food slut.
and i’m seriously going miss her. i’m taking her and her family out to lunch this weekend.