Since this is the first date I'll be covering, it may be a little longer, but trust me it’s worth it. I just have to establish some backstory. Hell, I'd like to tell you all about this date but I sent in this story to a pretty big Youtuber who reads submission requests and offers advice from different men as it pertains to women,
Sandman's video titled "It's Not You! It's Me! - MGTOW". Watch or read my words.
This was the date that surely pivoted my dating life, made me swallow that reality pill. That you can't be a nice guy and expect to win, that you should go in for this kiss on the first date maybe you won't get a second. That some player energy can also be described as romantic and maybe the players were made, made by the same women who hurt them. A vicious cycle of the nice guy conversion leading to the bad boy breaking hearts to the hurt woman making that genuine nice guy into a devil.
Granted it was a pretty big deal if I had to send in my story for this date and not the ones before. But I'd like to start here because this is where my dates forever change because I learned about the game, female behaviour and my own behavior. This was the moment that I thought I'd get my first girlfriend, slow and steady, and slow I went. I was too afraid of one risky move. This girl was definitely a reverse catfish. Her tinder profile was really basic, as her bio, her photos were average, not even remotely sexy. We texted for a few days and decided to meet at a coffee shop in Waterford Lakes, Orlando, a place called The Coffee Factory Cafe. I arrived first and I sat inside and waited, it felt like everyone was watching me and after what felt like an hour, she walked in. She was tall, as tall as me, she looked way better than her photos which took me aback, because I was dressed in a faded jacket and an Island shirt with shorts on and motorcycle gear that was falling apart; so I was definitely way to lax about the occasion. But let Sandman tell you the rest, in the end on the supposed "third date." Remember that. Three is going to be a big symbolic number for me, a curse to go beyond a third date with anyone. We can get to that later. But she was on my bed, she from making sexual cues and kissing cues on the first date that apparently my nice guy brain couldn't pick up, to being on my bed telling me we should just be friends. I told her respectfully that I don't use dating apps to make friends and that wasn't what I wanted and the last thing I saw was her back as she was leaving my apartment. She would reach out a few times after but any chance of romance was long dead in the water.
Now with my newfound Red Pill knowledge, let's talk about the wild dates and story arcs to follow that summer of 2017. But here's the video request I sent to Sandman about the topic. He reads the story I sent in to him as fresh as it was to me in 2017 and the response and the comments are now so laughable looking back. That this is what I was actually worried about. For Sam X, there is going to be a lot much wilder, crazier and more stressful dates. No chance is ever truly lost. Watch below.
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