So today I've learned some quite valuable lessons on pheromone production: www.aanshaw.com/sparking-attraction-with-pheromones/
- Don't get disappointed and give up just because the girl is not very reactive with human pheromones. She might be just afraid to talk to you even if she really wanted to. Persistence is a fucking virtue.
- Even though a girl goes out with a guy, it doesn't guarantee that she would get protected. Damn, I must learn to totally ignore guys. Still gave them too much respect. Got to fix this limiting belief on human pheromones.
- Be blatantly direct. I gained quite a lot of respectful comments from girls about how honest I was. Also, it saves time and cuts the bullshit.
- At the end of the day, one friend who goes out with me quite often comments that recently I've been "habitually" approaching girls, and my presence was so strong that everyone else seems to be shut down completely. I guess it's because I've got a good momentum from recently successful approaches. It also proves that pretty girls are plenty, and I can meet them everywhere.
Didn't have time to spend on any single page of 60's ebook today. Will try to finish it tomorrow. Solid advices. Best thing I've ever read. I fell in and out of this one-itis several times, but ended up as her boyfriend. I fell in love with her, and was going out with her from last august to last monday. Once I learned game though, and learned that I didn't have to settle, ever, for the girl I want to be with, things started to change a little pheromone cologne.
I didn't have to settle for her, but I began to wonder, once I started noticing some of her pheromonal shortcomings if it was really worth it. We were always really hot and cold. She was insecure, and I was arrogant. She didn't want to make the problems worse by talking about them, and I didn't think there were any. And something was never quite right.
And I never really wanted to decide to settle down with pheromones and not flirt with every decent looking, at least moderately intelligent girl my age.
Well, then last friday, or a week from yesterday, I met Lydia.
At this point, I'd been wanting to break up with michelle for 2 months, but didn't have the guts/didn't want to make the wrong choice/didn't want to hurt her/didn't want to leave her around valentine's day/other lame excuses.
I ended up cheating on michelle with lydia (who by the way is my neighbor, which made it that much easier to impulsively make out with her) 2 days after meeting her, which would be sunday night. I don't think I've ever felt so guilty in my life. The next day day, monday, I broke up with michelle. She cried. I cried, it was a fucking mess. Not to mention the fact that I want to go out with her again, and have been regretting that pheromone decision since I made it. But since then, it's become less and less so.