Some thoughts on 10yrs in the Game

Despite having been in the Game for over ten years, and owned and run a Gameforumfor eight years, I've never really went out of my way to meet up with that many people who joined either my forum, or any other.Part of that is of course due to the fact that a lot of our sign-ups will only post once or twice and disappear, and the second part is, I was usually a good sight older than the majority of the late teens/early twenties dudes joining. Meaning, we weren't hanging out in the same venues. Of course that doesn't apply to daygame, but most newbs aren't up for that. Christ, most newbs aren't even up for going out at night, never mind trying to get them out for day approaches!I was usually the guy messaging to arrange these meet-ups too, and after a while, you get sick of the pissing about, excuses and dabblers. And weirdos. Standing in some bar with a guy "winging" me that there's no fucking way on God's good Earth we'd be the "mates" we're pretending to be out with a seduction forum meet up.And you know very, very few people I've met have impressed me; actually lived up to their Field Reports. So, I extrapolated that forward to many of the guys on the other forums in the UK. The main one being, or used to be, the London Seduction Society (theLSS).I tuned into that forum a couple of times a month, I was aware of the names on it (that have come and gone over the years), but I had an inkling from what I was reading in the posts, that most weren't worth a damn. The infields generally confirmed that too.Okay, kudos for doing the infields. I tried that back in 2009 with a bloody "spy pen" one night in my top pocket, sticking out like an accountant, and I filmed three blurry, hardly audible infields around town. The pen was so conspicuous it got whipped out my pocket too in set. I never seriously tried again. Still have the footage somewhere, though.Not that I'd post it, because it doesn't make me look like a pimp; its just some clips of fun conversations that don't go anywhere. But at least I don't sound dreary and boring as hell in them - like a lot of the shit I view on Youtube.Honest to Christ, I'm a guy and I'm bored shitless by the chat, fuck knows what the women make of it. Then you get the backwards "analysis" of it, the 3,000 word essay breaking it down and shoe horning the interaction into every PUA buzz phrase of the last fifteen years. "Compliance", "IOI", "DDB look"... dude she's just standing there giggling nervously whilst you're desperately pulling conversation out your ass trying to keep the thing going. All your "scripted" bullshit Game sounding totally out of place and whack - just hammered in, stacking your routines like an autistic used car salesman, with no rhyme or reason. But I was forgetting women aren't logical so you don't have to make any sense or even modify the material to the person actually standing in front of you.I've seen worse, spun as better in the accompanying "analysis"I met a few guys in Edinburgh and Glasgow, even Inverness, but never put a call out on theLSS for wings. I wouldn't be getting a "wing" anyway, I'd be getting an instructor. That board had more insta-gurus than everywhere else put together.Hold on, tell a lie (or a LR as it's sometimes called), I did meet a chap who went by the name of Horza down in London one time, but he was a Scotlair member, and I could tell from his FRs he was the real deal i.e. to be believed.Every other time in London, it never occurred to me. Didn't want to meet anyone. Lot of the guys clamouring for position, both day and night game.... it didn't sound "fun" to be around them. It was do-or-die. Serious stuff. You could have a laugh if it was beneficial, strategic, to building your social status, but it wasn't genuine: it was all a fake act. Which amidst the talk of projecting "value" and being naturally "alpha" struck me as laugh out loud delusional and, frankly not as much fun as was being pretended, and more than a little weird.As perOne Saturday Night, I never failed to clock the daygame goons at it in London. Even the night Game lot in Leicester Square. I'd done daygame to some success in Edinburgh on weekend's away, but honestly, when in town for just a few days, and club tables booked, I wasn't for tromping round for hours opening tourists too; I'd confidence I'd hit in night Game. And coming from a city of less than a population of 250,000 where I'd honed my night Game, to London, I couldn't fathom how anyone was managing to fuck that up!But, you know, those infields etc... everyone's claiming HB8s+ in their vids but I've yet to see it. Again, even from the so-called (or is that self-appointed? ) names. If I get to, say, 500 posts, will I get to decide I'm a "name" too?! Other than a keyboard jockey.No one is as good as you may believeOkay, not every interaction or woman these guys have met is going to be committed to digital posterity, but given the mass of footage some guys seem to have amassed, I'd have thought there might to something to pick from that could demonstrate this wasn't all an exercise in "creating reality" i.e. delusional.One of the few guys who's consistently scored genuinely enviable women isirish. And not after two hundred daygame sets over forty-eight hours (how the fuck is that even possible to do that many?!). We've a hidden 'Photos' subforum on Scotlair, and even way back in the day, irish had some  women posted that made me exclaim, "Shit!", and in a good way.But the same guys who can talk up their "5"s to "8"s can explain why irish's results (or anyone else's) aren't impressive. Apparently, you just have to walk into a bar in Asia and a Miss World contestant from the region will back flip onto your dick. That's what they're hoping for in eastern Europe, but even if they discover that's not true there, it must be in Jakarta. Whatever explanation could there be? Jesus, giving kudos isn't tearing flesh off yourself! But a lot of guys just cannot give any ground for fear you're going to invade it. Says a lot about the insecure mentality of these self-proclaimed "Alphas."And it was always, easy going, pleasant winging when I met up with irish. Never a competition or a rep-on-the-line, must-get-a-chick duel to the death! Can just imagine standing. faux-laughing and pretending we're the "party" overly loudly at the bar. I mean, WTF?! Tres Alpha, I'm sure.Now, Itwaslike thatwithmy old wing. That was frequently an unpleasant marathon of approaches, back-biting and sniping that got under my skin - sorry, I mean I lost the frame war - because I wasn't aspie enough.And what I see getting referred to as "frame" isn't frame, it's just being a selfish prick most times. There's no calculated frame, because if you're socially unaware or self-absorbed, this is just "you", not some Game plan; don't kid yourself.There's a fucking lot of that, though; kidding yourself. And maybe I should indulge in it more. In all areas of life, the most deluded are the happiest. They can delude themselves as to how popular, intelligent, and generally fantastic they are, so why shouldn't they be happy? As I've said before, it's no bad trait to have, lot of mediocrities have risen to prominence off the back of their own sales copy, be that in the workplace or wherever. An unshakeable belief in your own bullshit, that ignores all empirical evidence to the contrary, can take you very far in this life.Speaking of the workplace, twenty years ago, I loved writing code. I still dabble a bit as I enjoy the intellectual challenge but I remember saying that I didn't want to still be sat cutting code in a cubicle at the age I am now - I wanted to be the one commissioning it or project reviewing it at the very least.Twenty approaches a night or day, is still cutting code. It's not even cutting it having learned a damn thing and doing it efficiently. Sometimes I'll think my Game's regressed or I'm not doing enough, but I'll look at my stats and realise that approach for approach, my numbers may be way down from what they were, but the success rate is way up from what it once was. In other words, I'm not running round like a dog with two dicks opening anything and everything these days. Speaking of which, you ever notice how it's only you that has questionable women, not the guy's claiming the HB8s+, who'd open a tin of beans if it sat long enough at the bar and would stick their dick in a wood knot if it was big enough.I don't consider it a "failure" either to not bang a woman in the toilets  by the end of the night. Being the chode I am, I think it's all right to actually meet again for a drink; I enjoy it. Hell, I even think it's all right to keep seeing them again even after I do bang them, if I like them!There's a lot of bullshit and ego in the community and Game "fraternity." Most of the worst offenders, I seriously doubt it was due to some side-effect of getting into the Game, like increased their confidence, I think they were probably always that insufferable.Everyone likes me and I'm greatOne of the core aspects of this is to be personable, likeable, and if you can't even manage that in text in your Field Reports or blog... it doesn't bode well for you live in concert, so to speak.I will allow myself one back pat, though. I consider myself a good judge of character and have rarely had that little voice in my gut whispering to me, proven wrong. Thus many of those who I maybe should've made the effort to meet, I'd already met them in their posts, and didn't like the person there.Game, women, sex... that's all supposed to be something fun to do. If it isn't, if it's work, if YOU'RE work, then you're doing it wrong.But for a lot of guys, their biggest Game results were in gaming whole swathes of dudes; the women were just secondary vehicles to that.