There was a time when I’d get a phone number of a girl at the club and a part of me would come alive.
A potential new notch!
If the girl was especially pretty, I’d value this phone number to such extent that when I got home I’d write it on a separate piece of paper, just in case my phone broke or got stolen.
I didn’t want to lose an opportunity with a new girl.
Most other times I was very careful to enter her phone number correctly in my phone, lest I make a mistake and never am able to reach her again.
How horrible that would be!
Do you see how much I valued the pussy?
Before I had sex with her I was so pressed over it that I had fear I may never be able to contact her again.
It’s possible that the girl never picked up on this neediness, but I bet I showed it in other ways during the pick-up where I demonstrated how I thought she was a valuable snowflake.
Flash forward to present day.
If I lose her phone number, or don’t put it in correctly, who cares?
I’ll just pick another girl up the next day.
There is an unlimited supply of girls for me to get with, and even if the girl was cool, it won’t be much time until I meet another one that’s even better.
No pussy is golden.
They’re a commodity, millions of them present in every city in every country of the world, waiting for me to put in my attempt.
A failure or misstep with any one girl is not worth one bit of mental stress.
In fact, it should be the girl who is worried that the phone number is not entered correctly.
It should be her that insists I call her phone so that she has my phone number, not the other way around.
Until the girl impresses me in some way besides looking pretty, she has low worth.
Until she comes through with sex or some nice affection (cooking, small gifts), she should not occupy more than a fleeting thought in your mind.
Until next time.
Your man,
-Elijah “The Realist”
