Right.
Unemployment is a miserable experience. These two women I had flings with were an accountant and a recently-divorced staffing executive. I met them though Match.com. One lived on the same street as me.
No game was required. These women simply liked my personality and screwing me.
One asked for a pen-s picture during our first phone conversation. Our first “date” was in her basement. For our second date, she paid for dinner, and we had sex two times after. I would sometimes sleep over and stay at her house during the day while she was at work because I had no job to wake up to. She actually said, “whenever you need a blowj0b, just ask”. She once had a phone convo while intermittently fell@ting me on her knees. She would provide literal full body massages as I lied nude while we watched movies.
I’m not even a gorgeous man. I’m modestly attractive and have a serious gym bod. I call the above dynamic sperm/DNA game. It simply entails a woman wanting to have sex with a man because of his mind (personality) and physicality, by “being himself”. No money, no job, no status, or jestermaxxing required.
I’m not saying this to brag, but to state what’s out there. I actually felt loving feelings for these women, as they were both intelligent, nice, and not nuts. The divorcee remarried. I saw a pic of her husband long ago and he has a striking resemblance of me facially.