I’d like to thank everyone for the amount of feedback I got on my last post, not just the comments, but in person as well. I actually did tell the HB10 I would commit to her. That was the easy part. The hard part was telling my other FB’s I was a taken man — which I failed miserably. Within about a week of making my decision for monogamy, I realized I was actually either incapable of unwilling to do it with this particular girl. She’s a great girl — probably the hottest girl I’ve fucked and she worships my cock like few girls have — but I can’t bring myself to do it. Something’s still missing. And ridiculously enough, I think part of what’s missing is bisexuality. Since a bisexual FB and I have recently started sarging for threesomes, it’s become a larger component of what I look for in a girl. It’s like when Style first introduces Mystery in The Game and sardonically notes that a girl who is not bisexual is for Mystery, “a dealbreaker.” As funny as that line was two years ago, I think I’m approaching it.

But before I get into returning to PUA, and what I look to accomplish in the next few months, I have some thoughts about living in a Project.

It’s been about 10 weeks since I moved into Project Boston, and it’s affected my game and my development. The advantages are typical: advice is free-flowing, social networking opportunities, guys help motivate each other. But there have been some large drawbacks that I noticed in the past couple weeks.

1. Stress on results. This isn’t an overt thing, but it’s there, and it cannot be helped. Whenever a roommate has a day 2, or pulls a girl, or calls a girl and talks to her, every other roommate is dying to know, “What happened?” “How did it go?” “What’d she say; what’d you say?” This is natural, and although it doesn’t necessarily put pressure on a guy to produce more results, it unconsciously reinforces a results-oriented mentality. Unofficial tallies are kept within the house for weekends or lays since people have moved in. These are bad habits for an aspiring PUA.

2. Hot-girl worship. This one in particular has been driving me crazy. Every straight guy in the world will take a moment to appreciate a hot girl when he sees one — emphasis: A MOMENT. Obviously, to a PUA, spotting an HB9 is a slightly more significant event than the random Joe, although it’s still not seismic — or at least it shouldn’t be. But when you get 3-4 PUA’s together and hot girls are spot, time stops and the world ceases rotating while everyone is supposed to gawk at said HB9. The irony here is, if one looks, one will see a hot girl every 10-15 seconds, so you would think this wouldn’t be such a momentous occasion. But in actuality, it just produces a seismic (and obnoxious) event every 10-15 seconds.

Aside from annoying me, this IS a bad habit. It objectifies the girls — makes her something other than human, something MORE than human even. The more someone objectifies something (separates themselves from it), the less their unconscious is willing to believe they can attain it. In layman’s terms: when you stop to gawk at a hot girl on the sidewalk and show all your buddies and comment on how many ways you’d fuck her, etc., you’re unconsciously putting her — and every girl of her caliber — on a pedestal. So the next time you sarge a girl of that caliber… guess how you’ll instinctively treat her? Yeah…

That, and I’d like to not have my conversations interrupted eight times a day to look at boobs. HOT GIRLS ARE DIME A FUCKING DOZEN, THEY ARE NOT SPECIAL.

3. Burnout. Although I have not been going out more since moving into the project (about the same frequency), it FEELS like I’m going out twice as much, and I think that’s because when we do go out, there’s such a singular focus on sarging. A night is gauged by how many sets each guy opens and hooks, how many numbers we get, etc. The fun factor is slowly disappearing from weekends. I’ve noticed 1) I am often grumpy when going out now — which used to rarely happen, and 2) I’m often much more willing to get shit-faced drunk than I used to be. I think this is because of an unspoken pressure we’ve put on ourselves to perform.

The irony here, of course, is that the more you try to succeed with women, the less you are going to succeed. It’s having the state and frame that you don’t care what the girl thinks of you, and you don’t care what she says that ultimately gets her to fuck you.

Since I moved in, all four of us saw increased results within the first 2-3 weeks, there was immediate improvement it seemed, across the board. For the next 6-8 weeks, all four of us stalled. I went through one of the driest spells I’ve had in over a year during this period. The last week or two, a couple of us have taken a break. I haven’t sarged in over two weeks, and it’s been good. I first stopped consciously, because I felt myself caring too much (actually, I blew a set pretty hard for acting needy, a mistake I usually NEVER make), and decided I needed a week off. Then this whole thing with the HB10 came up, but that’s been good, I think, because I’m now assured in my decision to pass on her.

I plan on getting back into the field and dominating within the next week, a few things I want to focus on as I return to the field:
1. Having fun first. Not caring about my results for the night. Choosing where to go based on what I think will be most fun, rather than where the most vagina will be.
2. Not sarging when I don’t feel like sarging, and to never feel “obligated” to sarge just because my roommates are.
3. Do my part to reduce the results-oriented mentality in the apartment by showing more concern for the process, not the consequences. For example, if a roommate comes home from a day 2, I won’t ask, “How’d it go?” I’ll ask, “How do you feel you did?”

I think my roommates and I should also talk a bit soon about this to try and reverse the culture of desperation going on around here. I feel like PUA is focused on too much here, and as a result, we get laid less than we would if we lived alone. Sounds funny, but that’s the way it works.