Leviathan
Definition
A force deep inside of you, that can become powerful as to make your dreams come true before you, people look in wonder, and those around you, fall in love with you.
Leave the site. Do not post anymore, do not read anything and do not ever, ever come here again.
I prayed one night. I prayed to whoever is watching over us to give me a girl. Any girl. I wanted a partner. I never had one. I thought I was not even human. A man who cannot get a girlfriend? Is he even a man? I should just know how to do it. Every man does. He who asks for aid is not even a man. So I went home alone, and opened the door, closed it behind me, lied down, and as the soft moonlight filtered through the window, in slow coming darkness, I asked one question.
Why did they all reject me?
If only I could take one, just one out on a date, she would see how great I was, and we would be together, as twin spirits, against the world, flying through the darkness of the sky, with the lights sparkling below, and the stars shining above. We would be together. She would love me and only me. She would be mine. How I wanted, and asked, and looked to the stars, and yet was denied. Any girl, just one, any girl would have made me a man.
And then, at the end of the year and at the lowest of the low, no dates in the entire year, numbers that led nowhere, cold conversations and women who would not care. I just, could not understand, I could not take it. I awoke, stood up, walked in to the bathroom, was too weak to look at my face in the mirror, and just breakdown. I just could not accept being rejected, again and again. I was at the end. I just could not take it anymore.
And then something happened. I was lying down, barely awake, between this world and a dream and I could feel it. Like a force, over my entire body, it lifted me up, and back down, and then up, and down, and then I awoke. I did not know what happened. I felt it over me, an ethereal force, like a dream where you dry your eyes asleep, when your body is weak.
Something happened, and it gave me power.
I awoke and left the bed. I walked out of the door, and felt stronger and more powerful. A year went by and now I look back at that year. What has happened? The year has not yet reached its end, and I have phone numbers, have kissed girls, been on dates, been on second dates, and third dates, had a serious long-term relationship, took girls home, went back to girls houses, slept with them, and then just before dawn, woke in their bed.
And before I could not even hold a conversation.
The signature move I have, the move I make to show that I am not afraid, is to walk up to a table full of girls, smile and just starting talking, to them all, and get them all to like me, within a couple of minutes. I do it because of the rush, and the power, and just to see how strong I am, and how confident I can be. I have changed. I can see it whenever I walk the streets, under the soft glow of the streetlights, and on the waters of the damp road, as I look up, and say the immortal words: I am good with women.
The only way to get better at girls is to talk to girls and then keep doing it, as much as you can.
A friend: “How do you do it? You just start talking to them, and they just love you”
I can approach anyone, with strength and confidence, and block out rejection, accepting it as natural and inescapable, and then proceed to success, knowing that it is inevitable. I have no fear, and should I feel it again, move to conquer the force, and then move in, without a second thought. There are no leagues, only single girls, who sit on the stools, under the strobe lights, waiting for you to talk to them, dance with them, and then move in for the kiss on the dance floor.
An important part which is hard to understand, but must be accepted, is that rejection is normal. It happens all of the time, and it happens to even the most courageous man. I have been cancelled on, sometimes minutes before dates, been stood up, had girls hang up on me upon hearing my voice, had girls put effort in to avoiding me, had potential girls land me in the friend zone, had girls ignore me, look away, stop speaking to me, pull away when going in for the kiss, run to their friends, and flat out reject me without another glance.
And yet I push onward, like a ship fighting a storm.
It is not about how many approaches you have made. It is about holding the ability to approach at will, and succeed.
Another friend: “You were a hit with the ladies last night, they just love you”
The reality? I made the conscious decision to go out all of the time and talk to every girl I can, and keep breaking through the fear barrier, until it goes away forever. I wanted that for every girl, I would walk away having got her phone number, kissed her, with a date planned for the next week, or even better, be lying in her bed that night. A bold and seductive prospect. Almost impossible? I used to believe it could never happen. Not for someone who felt fear in the face of the foe, until he realised they are beautiful, and can be taken at will, should you have the drive and confidence to do so.
I left this forum two years ago. In those two years, I started as the man who gets laughed at for being so inadequate that he cannot speak when he sees an attractive girl, to one who is admired, and envied, and can literally, talk to a girl, or two girls, or a table full of girls he does not know, and leave with lust in their faces – yes to the number, yes to the date, and yes, staring and sitting on their bed, with the soft light of the lamp, that you turn off, as you go to kiss them.
Reading from the site will not increase your chances with women – only going out, and talking to them, will earn you the skill.
Yet another friend: “You are, not afraid, you just talk to anyone, even when there is more than one”
And when you go out: drink alcohol. Scan the room, Do a full circle. A girl alone: move. A girl with her friend: move. A group of girls: walk to the centre and move. Look around, drink the drink, do not think, and do not even let thoughts reach the front of your mind. Just move in, and start the conversation. Rejection: move on. No interest: move on. Interest: you are in there. Talk and watch as she smiles, looks over you, starts fondling her hair, and tilts her head, and all you hear is the music over her soft female voice, and her lips that you just want to kiss, as she needs to be loved.
So you grab her hand, and whisper to her that it will be okay, as you take her to the dance floor. She looks at you with a seductive smile, turns around, and dances in front of you, moving her hands down her body, and touching your arms, until she turns, and just stares, longingly, until she closes her eyes, and you go in for the kiss, and then you open them, and smile, as she smiles back, and you know, she wants you, for this moment, you are together forever more, only in this moment, will she be with you, and be yours. And that is why, we love women.
Keep doing it, until there is no fear, and only the adrenaline rush, the power, and the smile on their face as you kiss them, in to the bedroom.
Move, act and succeed.
Definition
A force deep inside of you, that can become powerful as to make your dreams come true before you, people look in wonder, and those around you, fall in love with you.
Leave the site. Do not post anymore, do not read anything and do not ever, ever come here again.
I prayed one night. I prayed to whoever is watching over us to give me a girl. Any girl. I wanted a partner. I never had one. I thought I was not even human. A man who cannot get a girlfriend? Is he even a man? I should just know how to do it. Every man does. He who asks for aid is not even a man. So I went home alone, and opened the door, closed it behind me, lied down, and as the soft moonlight filtered through the window, in slow coming darkness, I asked one question.
Why did they all reject me?
If only I could take one, just one out on a date, she would see how great I was, and we would be together, as twin spirits, against the world, flying through the darkness of the sky, with the lights sparkling below, and the stars shining above. We would be together. She would love me and only me. She would be mine. How I wanted, and asked, and looked to the stars, and yet was denied. Any girl, just one, any girl would have made me a man.
And then, at the end of the year and at the lowest of the low, no dates in the entire year, numbers that led nowhere, cold conversations and women who would not care. I just, could not understand, I could not take it. I awoke, stood up, walked in to the bathroom, was too weak to look at my face in the mirror, and just breakdown. I just could not accept being rejected, again and again. I was at the end. I just could not take it anymore.
And then something happened. I was lying down, barely awake, between this world and a dream and I could feel it. Like a force, over my entire body, it lifted me up, and back down, and then up, and down, and then I awoke. I did not know what happened. I felt it over me, an ethereal force, like a dream where you dry your eyes asleep, when your body is weak.
Something happened, and it gave me power.
I awoke and left the bed. I walked out of the door, and felt stronger and more powerful. A year went by and now I look back at that year. What has happened? The year has not yet reached its end, and I have phone numbers, have kissed girls, been on dates, been on second dates, and third dates, had a serious long-term relationship, took girls home, went back to girls houses, slept with them, and then just before dawn, woke in their bed.
And before I could not even hold a conversation.
The signature move I have, the move I make to show that I am not afraid, is to walk up to a table full of girls, smile and just starting talking, to them all, and get them all to like me, within a couple of minutes. I do it because of the rush, and the power, and just to see how strong I am, and how confident I can be. I have changed. I can see it whenever I walk the streets, under the soft glow of the streetlights, and on the waters of the damp road, as I look up, and say the immortal words: I am good with women.
The only way to get better at girls is to talk to girls and then keep doing it, as much as you can.
A friend: “How do you do it? You just start talking to them, and they just love you”
I can approach anyone, with strength and confidence, and block out rejection, accepting it as natural and inescapable, and then proceed to success, knowing that it is inevitable. I have no fear, and should I feel it again, move to conquer the force, and then move in, without a second thought. There are no leagues, only single girls, who sit on the stools, under the strobe lights, waiting for you to talk to them, dance with them, and then move in for the kiss on the dance floor.
An important part which is hard to understand, but must be accepted, is that rejection is normal. It happens all of the time, and it happens to even the most courageous man. I have been cancelled on, sometimes minutes before dates, been stood up, had girls hang up on me upon hearing my voice, had girls put effort in to avoiding me, had potential girls land me in the friend zone, had girls ignore me, look away, stop speaking to me, pull away when going in for the kiss, run to their friends, and flat out reject me without another glance.
And yet I push onward, like a ship fighting a storm.
It is not about how many approaches you have made. It is about holding the ability to approach at will, and succeed.
Another friend: “You were a hit with the ladies last night, they just love you”
The reality? I made the conscious decision to go out all of the time and talk to every girl I can, and keep breaking through the fear barrier, until it goes away forever. I wanted that for every girl, I would walk away having got her phone number, kissed her, with a date planned for the next week, or even better, be lying in her bed that night. A bold and seductive prospect. Almost impossible? I used to believe it could never happen. Not for someone who felt fear in the face of the foe, until he realised they are beautiful, and can be taken at will, should you have the drive and confidence to do so.
I left this forum two years ago. In those two years, I started as the man who gets laughed at for being so inadequate that he cannot speak when he sees an attractive girl, to one who is admired, and envied, and can literally, talk to a girl, or two girls, or a table full of girls he does not know, and leave with lust in their faces – yes to the number, yes to the date, and yes, staring and sitting on their bed, with the soft light of the lamp, that you turn off, as you go to kiss them.
Reading from the site will not increase your chances with women – only going out, and talking to them, will earn you the skill.
Yet another friend: “You are, not afraid, you just talk to anyone, even when there is more than one”
And when you go out: drink alcohol. Scan the room, Do a full circle. A girl alone: move. A girl with her friend: move. A group of girls: walk to the centre and move. Look around, drink the drink, do not think, and do not even let thoughts reach the front of your mind. Just move in, and start the conversation. Rejection: move on. No interest: move on. Interest: you are in there. Talk and watch as she smiles, looks over you, starts fondling her hair, and tilts her head, and all you hear is the music over her soft female voice, and her lips that you just want to kiss, as she needs to be loved.
So you grab her hand, and whisper to her that it will be okay, as you take her to the dance floor. She looks at you with a seductive smile, turns around, and dances in front of you, moving her hands down her body, and touching your arms, until she turns, and just stares, longingly, until she closes her eyes, and you go in for the kiss, and then you open them, and smile, as she smiles back, and you know, she wants you, for this moment, you are together forever more, only in this moment, will she be with you, and be yours. And that is why, we love women.
Keep doing it, until there is no fear, and only the adrenaline rush, the power, and the smile on their face as you kiss them, in to the bedroom.
Move, act and succeed.
