Update: Something is passing. It's days like this that I absolutely love DMSI. I feel amazing. Powerful. My drive and thirst for power (as defined by Sickologist as the ability to make things happen) is skyrocketing. It feels like years and years of terrible programming that was holding me back has been stripped away for $114.95 and 31 days. Can't wait for v3. The Overcoming Approach Anxiety is going to rock. Honestly, that's probably my biggest holdup to achieving MSI at the moment. I get tons of IOIs, but unless the atmosphere is just right, I won't approach. I know it's some kind of manifestation of fear. If I could suggest two features to add to v3 -- remove all fear of rejection and/or failure and somehow eliminate the negative feelings associated with it. And somehow, add ultra motivation and tailor it toward motivate us into taking action as soon as we notice the opportunity. Ultra sex motivation.
For example, I went to Office Max to grab some supplies. Ran into Monica again. I've mentioned her in earlier journals. She's this young, lithe, very pretty Mexican / Indian mix. We've flirted before... but she's 16. Well, when I went today, the moment I walked in, she smiled and waved from across the entire store. At the register, we were chatting and she made sure to tell me that she's just been accepted into the local university and that she just had her birthday. I asked how old she was (even though I knew) and she said 17. Then she chuckled, quietly said "almost legal."
That was clearly my time to strike. But, still not used to being hit on so much, mixed with that weird approach anxiety (in my head, I'm in a "work" mode, not a "seduction" mode, so the time isn't "right"), I just laughed and said...
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"... yeah."
Like, seriously. The lamest fucking line ever. And it soooooooo killed the sexual tension. She just kept kinda looking at me like, "are you fucking serious, bro? What do I have to say to make you pound my lil' pussy into hamburger meat?"
I've gotta get out of my head. I think it's killing the autopilot. These "modes" are ridiculous. For me to get on Tinder / OkCupid and start hitting women up, I usually have to "prep" for it. Like, grab some food. Turn on a tv show that'll play in the background. Kick back in my recliner. THEN, when I'm relaxed, I can "shift into seduction mode." When my mind is on work, it's just on work. And I'm missing out on opportunities. Gotta fix this. If she wants me to bang her 'til her fucking urethra explodes, I'll do it.
... if I can ever get the fuck out of my head. When I was younger, I didn't have that problem. My favorite thing was fucking a chick so hard that she'd comment how she felt it in her stomach. Or, banging her until she was only capable of babbling and giggling for minutes, only to blissfully fall asleep in a swamp of jizz, sweat and p-juice.
Wtf happened? How did I lose that edge?
I was close to switching back to v2.3 because I really wanted those internal effects, but logic is telling me that it's just resistance. Clever, the subconscious is.
Marching on.
For example, I went to Office Max to grab some supplies. Ran into Monica again. I've mentioned her in earlier journals. She's this young, lithe, very pretty Mexican / Indian mix. We've flirted before... but she's 16. Well, when I went today, the moment I walked in, she smiled and waved from across the entire store. At the register, we were chatting and she made sure to tell me that she's just been accepted into the local university and that she just had her birthday. I asked how old she was (even though I knew) and she said 17. Then she chuckled, quietly said "almost legal."
That was clearly my time to strike. But, still not used to being hit on so much, mixed with that weird approach anxiety (in my head, I'm in a "work" mode, not a "seduction" mode, so the time isn't "right"), I just laughed and said...
...
...
...
"... yeah."
Like, seriously. The lamest fucking line ever. And it soooooooo killed the sexual tension. She just kept kinda looking at me like, "are you fucking serious, bro? What do I have to say to make you pound my lil' pussy into hamburger meat?"
I've gotta get out of my head. I think it's killing the autopilot. These "modes" are ridiculous. For me to get on Tinder / OkCupid and start hitting women up, I usually have to "prep" for it. Like, grab some food. Turn on a tv show that'll play in the background. Kick back in my recliner. THEN, when I'm relaxed, I can "shift into seduction mode." When my mind is on work, it's just on work. And I'm missing out on opportunities. Gotta fix this. If she wants me to bang her 'til her fucking urethra explodes, I'll do it.
... if I can ever get the fuck out of my head. When I was younger, I didn't have that problem. My favorite thing was fucking a chick so hard that she'd comment how she felt it in her stomach. Or, banging her until she was only capable of babbling and giggling for minutes, only to blissfully fall asleep in a swamp of jizz, sweat and p-juice.
Wtf happened? How did I lose that edge?
I was close to switching back to v2.3 because I really wanted those internal effects, but logic is telling me that it's just resistance. Clever, the subconscious is.
Marching on.
