It can be tough to be without a lady, and try and not succeed. One thing that humans are very, very good at is blaming others. No matter what people’s shortcomings are, we tend to point fingers.

For every finger you point, as the saying goes, you’ve got three pointing back at you.

Even Jesus said that before you point out the dirt in somebody’s eye, take out the big pile of crud in your own.

Now, whether or not you believe Jesus was real or just a metaphorical teaching instrument, the point is that the idea of people pointing fingers when they should be taking responsibility goes back to Biblical times.

It comes out with guys looking for girls like this. Guy sees a girl. He approaches her, and she’s not interested. So instead of thinking about what he could do better, he gets angry at the girl.

If he does this a few times, pretty much he hates women.

Go on any seduction forum and you’ll see that guys have NO PROBLEM trying to become the most alpha and eloquent member of the “he-man women haters club.”

But guess what? Anger, frustration, and unhappiness are the some of the WORST attitudes you can have when meeting girls.

Sure, misery loves company. Sure, guys hang out and bitch and moan about how there’s some secret feminine conspiracy and all the women are somehow “wrong” for not liking them.

That may make you feel better. It may protect your ego. 

But it certainly won’t create any desire in any females.

The truth is that despite how many blogs and gurus and goofs giving out advice (ahem…) on game, most guys’ game absolutely sucks.

Somewhere along the line studying game or complaining about women became a substitute for actually learning game.

Let’s look at a sports analogy to make this easer to understand.

Take two guys, Hector and Alfalfa.

Alfafa spends all his time in the library, studying basketball. He even spends a few thousand dollars on a seminar with Lebron James. He’s watched thousands of instructional videos on basketball.

Yet every time he shoes up the court, he’s intimidated. He’s always got a ready made excuse. The ground isn’t right. The backboards aren’t regulation. The guys aren’t really following the rules.

Now let’s look at Hector. All he does is show up to the court, and play. At first he sucks. People rag on him all day long. But he has fun. He keeps playing. He shows up when there’s nobody else there and practices. Dribbling, inside shots, outside shots, free throws, etc.

Pretty soon Hector is a respectable player. Nothing close to NBA quality, but he can hold his own in a street game.

Now suppose Hector and Alfalfa have a friendly one on one? Who wins?

Obviously, Hector is going to wipe the floor with poor Alfy.

Here’s some harsh wisdom. It may be right, it may be wrong. But just for fun, pretend and live your life as if it were absolutely true.

If you aren’t getting laid by gorgeous women, your game sucks.

If gorgeous girls are begging you to be in a relationship with them, your game sucks.

What do you do? Practice your game.

How do you practice?

By playing.

Why else is it called game?

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