Sure thing, Aestus.
Let's observe excerpts from your TAF oeuvre.
In
this post you said.
And in
this post you said*
And I already replied
here to
your misgivings and others' about the player's psychological state reflecting outward when it comes to game here.
But for me the meat is in
this thread you started
When you're asking questions like this, any
Love Systems instructors -- the best instructors in our field-- are nodding with understanding, because we see the road you have to walk, and we know the steps you have to take. We are also taking deep, deep breaths, because we know a lot of people don't have the stones to take those steps toward being the best person they can be. See what I said in the thread on your state of mind.
Here's the deal. Why you suck at
comfort , and why I don't believe you when you say you are good at
qualification :
You're lost in the sauce, Aestus.
Take a hard look in the mirror. Get into a staring contest with that son of a bitch. Memorize every line, every spoke of your iris. Now. Know that you are going to die. You have one life. What are you going to do with it? We'll come back to that point, but don't think for one second the Grim Reaper is ever far from this post.
Women are, by and large, emotional creatures. Indeed, even professional badass women relish an opportunity to capitulate** their working facade for the sake of merging with the present, living in their emotions. They overanalyze damned near every indicator for emotional subtext, and they often get stopped in their tracks by the drama that analysis creates. Women need a man who will take charge. They need a man who knows what he wants. In
The Female Brain , Luann Brenzendine compares a woman's emotional state to the weather, and a man's to a mountain. Well, brother, you sound a lot like the weather. It's not an insult. I'm an artist first and foremost. After years and years of working on this stuff I realized that for all the alpha BS I didn't want to sacrifice my human sensitivity on the altar of being a Real Man because a.) it didn't jibe with who I was and b.) it would restrict my work. When I made this realization I starting getting laid more and with hotter girls. Weird, right? That's
identity . You don't know who you are or what you want? You need someone to tell you how to feel? You're displaying a lot of feminine characteristics (I am using "feminine" in the sense meant by
David Deida in
The Way of the Superior Man. In fact, much of what I say will sound a lot like some of the authors I recommend in
this post. If you haven't been exposed to these ideas, I have five syllables for you: Amazon.com).
So what's the answer,
Future ? Don't just insult me, help me! On it.
What do you want?
Pretend this isn't the best qualifier in the universe:
What would you do if you could do anything for the rest of your life, assuming money or failure or social scorn weren't on the table? Don't answer it here. In your heart you know what it is, but you have so many barriers in your way that you are afraid to answer it. Now, some people say I'm lucky because I know who I am. Yeah, right. When I was ten I wanted to own a toy company. When I was 18 I wanted be a Presbyterian priest.*** By the time I was 20 I was a U.S. Marine. It wasn't until Uncle Sam told me EXACTLY what I did NOT want to be for the rest of my life that I decided on film school and my current path of writing and performance. How did I find out what I wanted to be when I grew up? I failed. A lot. Cosmically. Epically. And then I glared at the sun and bounced back to my feet. I plan on failing spectacularly in some endeavor in the next year. How about you? No? Then you're not trying hard enough. Cut yourself on the razor's edge of life so you can know what color your blood is. Otherwise you are merely living by not dying, and success if making it to bed time by putting your head on your pillow. Do you have a crappy job you hate? Your fault. Do you have dreams you don't know if you can accomplish? Your fault. No one will give you success in this life, and only that guy in the mirror can tell you truly what success looks like. Not me, not the media, and not anyone else on this forum. You and you alone know what it means to be a successful Aestus. Too much pressure? Tough shit.
How does all that relate to girls? It means that you have something bigger than your libido calling your attention. It means that when women spaz out and lose their minds you have something more important guiding you away, something that isn't subject to momentary whimsy. And THAT goes back to
qualification . How do I know you suck at
qualification ? Because you aren't holding YOURSELF to standards, it's extremely unlikely you're asking women to abide by standards you set for them, standards born of a life that has needs independent of your boner, needs that women must abide if they wish to fall into your orbit. Real
qualification stems from viewing yourself as the one who sets the rhythm of the relationship. Until you believe your time is just as valuable or more valuable than hers, you will never really get her to
qualify herself.
And
qualification is at the heart of my
comfort game. I ask hard questions. Hard like, "Why are you here?" hard. Hard like, "Pretend we've been dating for six months, and I suddenly realize you're not the one for me. What did I find out?" How does this build
comfort ? Simple: no answer she can give me will change how I look at myself or how I relate to her. The truth of who she is inspires desire. I am unafraid when I look in the mirror.**** When I turn to the woman in my bed, I can look deeply into her eyes and speak from my heart because I am untroubled by what lies there, and I my
comfort with myself puts her at ease and makes it easier for her to feel safe with the terrain in her own heart.
So the first step to having results like mine during your mid-game is faith in yourself. This faith can be hard to find and is usually undermined by a lack of priorities and a failure to silence the hateful voices in your own head. (cf
Inner Game of Tennis and
Psycho-Cybernetics and
Thick Face, Black Heart). If you want women to feel like they are really lucky to have you, which is a factor in attraction and
qualification , you have to first feel lucky to be alive. How do you get there? For me it took thousands of sets, hundreds of thousands of pages, millions of tears, a whole lot of hard looks in the mirror, and a return to regular church attendance. Your mileage may vary, but you better believe you're never going to get real, repeatable success with the women you desire unless you can see what they would want in a guy like you. If you can't because you suck, well, the sun will rise tomorrow, and you only have so many tomorrows left: stop sucking. If you can't because of mental roadblocks, start paying attention to the voice in your head and start ordering it to say nice things to you. The mind is a wonderful servant but a terrible master. Most often the path is a combination of both approaches. If I made it sound easy I wrote it down wrong.
Or you can fake it all and end up with lousy
comfort like that tall dude in the funny hat.
Do
Love Systems instructors get laid by hot girls? You bet your ass.
Do we change lives every single time we teach our classes? You better believe it.
I don't have the need or the patience to justify my company to you. As someone else said you can see the reviews for that. You can look to our 100% refund guarantee. Either way I will sleep soundly next to the golden brown tan of a gorgeous Korean girl after I submit my reply here, and my students will have their minds blown by the time I wrap my boot camp this Sunday.
I don't hate talking about my numbers because I hate sounding like I'm bragging. That said I promise if you had a 2009-2010 like I have, you would be thanking God for
Love Systems the same way I do. Remember, Aestus, I was a student. I paid a few grand to ask people what the Hell to say next.
So did
Braddock .
So did
Soul .
So did
Tenmagnet .
So did
Cajun .
So did
Mr. M .
And on and on.
For every one of us the keys to success lay in what I talked about above and what I talked about in my other posts. If you half-ass it and only say the lines without taking hard, hard looks in the mirror to see why women might find you unattractive, you're taking the easy way out... which is something else women find unattractive.
Stop being a wannabe and blaming anyone other than the guy in the mirror. I hope this answers your questions about
comfort .
Now what is your sister's phone number?
*-- The Truth had an excellent reply, and I'd be remiss not to include it.
**-- Yeah, I use big words. You're 26, so you know how to use a dictionary. In the future, I'd like to request that you spell-check your forum posts and revise them for basic readability. The sloppiness of your prose reflects a sloppiness of thinking that is probably muddying the way you're
approaching women. Before you click "post," read your entry aloud and see if it reflects how someone with a brain speaks aloud. Or your entries can continue to read like your English teacher committed seppuku mid-semester. Your call.
***-- A priest is anyone who is ordained to perform religious rites in a given faith, especially baptism, marriage, and Eucharist in Christianity. Different religions have different terms for the priestly class, from Islam's clerics to Hindu pandits, but the next time someone mistakenly thinks that the only "priests" are those of the Catholic persuasion, either take the time to correct them or silently, smugly know they are wrong. Priest is a non-denominational word that has taken on a bizarrely Catholic spin for no reason other than the ignorance of modern English speakers.
****-- I am lying here. I am MOSTLY ultra-confident. I am MOSTLY at ease with myself. I am MOSTLY certain. I am so much these things that I ooze them with women and in front of a classroom. Anyone who claims perfect freedom from fear is fucking terrified and should not be trusted because he is not being honest with himself and thus with you. But I can sell that nearly invincible self-confidence because I live it.... Oh, and I talk about this exception with women... which builds more comfort.
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