I’m disappointed. Most people disappoint me. Being reminded of that disappointment only puts me through suffering. And you know what it’s rarely from men. Only women. Which is why it’s so disappointing. 50% of the human population is an emotional child incarnate.
Although I’m a general advocate for be the best you when running game, really what works works. Stop putting the emotion in into it. Or atleast over text. Tell her what she wants to hear. X will make her feel a certain way. Y won’t. The choice is easy no matter how satisfying saying Y is.
And at that point the mind starts to wander a bit. To what extent are a woman’s idiotic, inane excuses, time wasting babble, and otherwise intellectual stupidity worth it. The same shit would never fly with any man in my company. Well…she has a cunt.
It’s safe to say that it’s better to keep that frustration bottled up and for use in a more constructive way.
All you need to do is to keep rolling.
To keep reducing variables.
To get into her pants.
To hope you don’t go insane before you do.
Just pray she performs better than your hand.
All the best,
Comte De St. Germain