Well not technically. Technically the beginning was two years ago where I sat being pathetic, pining over some bitch that didn’t want me. This was not the first time I’d found myself in that exact same situation with that exact same girl. I couldn’t figure it out. I bet a lot of guys have those moments where they just sit and scratch their heads, wondering why the world is so fucked up and why no desirable girl will stick with you?
Newsflash pal, it’s you, not the world. That was the wakeup call that I received as I sat there staring at my phone wondering why I was going on day nine or ten without her answering my text messages. This recurring thing only had one really common denominator. Me. And that’s one of the messages I want to get across to anyone that takes the time to read my stories here. You are the one that controls your success in life and as a man. You set your own standards and create your own goals, and indeed it is down to you to put in the work to achieve them.
When I was sat on that bed, staring beleaguered at my telephone, I was a skinny-fat useless toolbox pale from too much time spent on the internet and too little outside. My meager appearance and timid approach to just about everything was the antithesis of arousing to the opposite sex, and that’s why this girl was my kryptonite. She’d allow me to get close, thinking that maybe this time would be different, but in the end my putrid traits and behavior made her change her mind every time. Yeah it was just so unfair for her to lead me on and so downright cruel of her to take advantage of a nice guy, right? You know what I could have done to avoid this? Been a fucking man and held her up against my wall while I raw dogged her and gave her eyelashes a protein bath.
This is something that I see from a lot of guys everywhere. This sense of entitlement to a hot girl that will love them and shower them with limitless sex and endless fidelity is absurd. There needs to be some acknowledgement on our end that we need to bring something to the table. It’s simple economics. If what you’re bringing to the table is not up to snuff, you will be leaving disappointed when no one wants to trade with you. So tell me, if you’re an out of shape guy that’s too scared to do a cold approach, how are you going to go home and whine about how rotten women are on the internet? How are you going to blame women for your quickly inflating dry spell? Take a look in the fucking mirror, mate. Jesus christ.
My name is Jack Worthy, by the way. Nice to meet you.
For so long, I was that guy, sitting around and blaming everyone but myself. I was a nice guy, why couldn’t women see that?
Women see what you put out there, and finally I realized what I needed to do. At that time I had only just been introduced to Roissy and Roosh. Reading some of what they said really resonated and put the first dent in the feminist brainwashing I’d grown up with. I began to read in earnest. I powered through most of Roissy’s archives, which he makes painfully easy to do with his genius link system. I ordered The Mystery Method for starters, and then got Bang. I was like an animal. All of this stuff made so much sense. There were “AHA!” moments by the day. I got inundated with the stuff and wanted to try it out.
Minimal success followed. I certainly felt better about myself and was more in tune to the ‘social dynamics’. But there were still problems all over the place with my game. I would get too drunk and fuck up. I would freeze up at the wrong time. I would rationalize not doing approaches. It was still awful.
Over that time I’ve been improving my life bit by bit and of course inundating myself even further into the manosphere. Branching out, from Roissy and Roosh I started following guys like Fly Fresh and Young, Jack Frost, The University of Man, and Masculine Style to soak in as much knowledge about game as I could.
Long story short, my life has been a self improvement project for the past two years and it’s time to see what I’m made of. I’ve got the worst approach anxiety I can think of. My rationalization raccoon comes up with all sorts of reasons to avoid approaches and it’s got to stop. Especially with where I’m at in my life. I have so much going for me, I am getting better by the day. To be perfectly honest any woman out there would be fucking lucky to be a part of my life.
So that’s what this blog will be about. I’m trying to be a writer, so I thought why not add my hand to the manosphere and give other guys in my situation something to read about. Often we see guys like Heartiste and Roosh out there living the dream while we’re just at the beginning of the game. It’s easy to feel isolated and I want other guys in my spot to know that there are so many others in the trenches with you trying to get better. You’ll get to read about my failures and that will hopefully make you feel better about your own, and I hope you’ll be able to celebrate any success I have as well.
While I will try to keep this to my own stories, I will inevitably be delving into feminism and its complete destruction of our society. Almost daily, even in a foreign country, I have to suffer feminism’s ugly tenants. The six headed beast stretches its necks and follows me to every corner of the globe. I was in a museum the other day and I overheard a woman complaining to her friend about a poster advertisement. I don’t know what the ad was for, but her complaint was that the woman’s waist was unrealistically thin. Nevermind the fact that this advertisement was drawn in cartoon style, this is just something that’s so particularly ugly about the feminist condition. When I talked about guys feeling entitled to women earlier on up, that entitlement cannot threaten to imitate that of the feminists. So you feel so entitled to your poor life choices that no one is allowed to even portray other women as thin in an advertisement that was made well before you were born?
I don’t want to rant, we’ll save that for future posts, but that will be a major topic of discussion here.
Anyway, it’s very late where I am currently (London, England) and I have to be up early so I can get to the gym. I hope you’re doing well in your pursuit of snatch, success, and stories. Because really, that’s what a man’s life runs on. Cheers.