I had an ominous feeling in my previous relationship, and so I tried all I could to prevent the thought from becoming real. You know the feeling of striking your most powerful blows into the air while you just feel that every blow is a miss? It’s a bit like swinging your fists into a pillowcase. You muster all the power you have, only to land your punch in something utterly pointless.
That’s how I felt yesterday evening.
The Beginning
Over the course of the past 2 months, I entered into a new relationship, and opened up myself to someone I felt a deep connection with. Even though I knew this relationship would be hard work for me on a personal level, I decided to move on ahead beause, well because I felt as if this girl was worth it. My standards are high, and boy… did I end up out-gunned.
The girl, a friend of a friend, I first met by a sidewalk café in June. Cursed with a great memory of defining moments, I can tell you everything she wore, how she had her hair and the exact dialogue we exchanged over the course of 5 minutes. But I wont. I remember thinking to myself after the first encounter that this girl was indeed special. As we got up from the table to walk in the same general direction - she towards her home, me towards my car, I gave her a hug goodbye. I noticed a surprised look on her face, got to my car and thought: “I want to get to know this person a little more.”
A few months later, after having met in the company of our then mutual friend a few times, I popped by for a cup of coffee and what would turn out to be a game of cat and mouse at her place. For the first time ever I felt slightly insecure in the company of a woman. It has been so ever since. She has the ability to keep me guessing, as though she knows exactly how to pose a perpetual challenge to my self-awareness.
This girl has the aura of perfect imperfection written all over her, and I like it. Similar stories, similar perception of what is right and wrong and… well on the surface and well beneath it, I felt her to be a great match to me. Where she needed help, I could and would provide, and… it seemed… the other way ’round.
To top it off, this girl has got to be one of the sexiest people on the planet in the looks department. Grade A photo model, that guys trip over when they see her at a club, or in the supermarket, or at the laundromat. Take your pick.
The Shit Storm
The first 4 weeks with her was amazing, and then… all the sudden… over the course of one beer too many I went and said something to our mutual friend that was unacceptable to her. Not to my woman, but to our friend, who in spite of telling me that it was ok - she just needed a little space - clearly didn’t mean it. She had expressed something far from my values system, and I commented on it in a way she perceived as a full-bodied tackle against her personally (although I did not intend it like this).
Lesson #1 - If you fuck up relations around your relationship, mend them immediately, even if it seems unfair to you!
Two weeks later, in a period of less than 24 hours, I went and fucked it up in the most amazing way. I could come up with a ton of excuses, and I wont. I’ll stick with: I had a rough week and risked losing a lot of business, … and she was there when I needed to offload. (I do that by almost literally going into a coma). Don’t offload your shit like that Anders, nothing good comes from it. Also, do not ever go out drinking the day before your girlfriend’s birthday. Over the course of her birthday, I felt unwelcome to say the least. I decided to leave and go to a friend that needed me. Later, she sent me a text that she was disappointed with me. I was busy, so I sent her one back, which was stupid.
Lesson # 2 - Text messages do not work when you need to communicate emotions.
Over the course of the next few days I found myself putting out fires. Everywhere. Friends saying this and that, me doing the wrong things no matter what, and so on and so forth. Over the course of three days we went from “this is over” to “I’m not sure” to “I would, but…” to “I really miss you.”
A friend asked me what else, if not for the birthday situation, could be the source of her standing so steeply on her decision to end our relationship. He answered the question before I could: “Maybe she’s just attracted to that successful, self-empowered guy, and now because of the things with your friend and now this, she is starting to doubt whether or not that is really you?” As it would turn out later, he was spot on in his evaluation.
De-ja-vu
Anyway, I clawed my way back, and we had a go at it one more time. I can’t think of any previous relationship where I felt as much desire to rebuild everything. I realized that I actually tried so hard because I wanted to prove to her that the world is not full of assholes. I was dead certain that, if she’d let me, I’d spend the rest of my days on this planet proving to her that I would be the one to allow her to acknowledge that she had been wrong. Guys, that’s a clear cut danger sign right there, and I strongly suggest that - if you cannot put other words on your motivation in a similar situation in the future - you get out immediately.
I suddenly found myself in a talk with another friend, where I was reminded of a girl I entered into a relationship with some 7 years ago. I remember thigs going bad. I remember how hard I worked against the odds. I remember how she changed her mind, told me to come by, and as I was well on the freeway, sent me a text and told me to not call her ever again. I remember feeling devastated, much as I do right now.
It was not pretty, I’ll tell you that much. And that’s where my ominous feeling grew on me all the sudden.
Lesson # 3 - If your gutt tells you, you need to attend to something - always fix whatever that is first.
The Final Call
So, back to yesterday, when I received her call… I had stayed over the night before, we had talked about another very important issue to her - which is one I cannot do anything about right now: My participation in the TV show “Singleliv.” Somehow, in some way, I got the feeling that I was an embarrassment to her. She felt that she had to take hits from her friends about it, and it was quite clear to me that she didn’t really know how to manage it, especially now that there were all of these other things going on inside of her.
My ominous feeling grew to extreme dimensions. That night I didn’t sleep for more than an hour in total. I felt sad and worried. How could I prove to her that I was truly sorry for the events on her birthday, other than the secret plan I was cooking up for the upcoming weekend? How could she not understand that a relationship is fixed between us, and not between us and our friends? How could I get her to understand the driving factor in me going on that TV show?
Come morning I looked like shit. We parted ways. She sent me a few positive messages during the day, then - silence for six hours before she called me in the evening. Two hours of talk, and then she invited me to call her back if I had anything else to add. I did, the phone rang once, then doo-doo-doo-doo. I took a piss and got back to my phone. Two immediate text messages with uppercase letters were waiting for me. Immediately I decided to get in my car and drive out to see her (I had already decided that 20 minutes into the call, but now it was even more important than before).
Lesson # 4 - When things go bad in your relationship, take immediate action to make them right again.
The End
Guys, take my word for it: When a super hot girl flashes that she is desired by 10-20 guys every night she goes out, and her looks backs those words, you will want to know this: You only get one shot early on, so tread wisely.
As I stood there in her kitchen, her first response was to smile. Not a warm smile at that, more of a “you’re a fucking idiot, stay your distance or I will fuck you up” kind of smile. Or perhaps it was a “This is over, why are you in my kitchen” kind of smile.
We exchanged words, and I was close to tears, due to the frustration that she would not let me stay inside of her heart, now that I had opened mine up to her. In that moment, for the first time since I met her, I consciously thought of myself as being selfish. And yet, I didn’t want her to be in pain.
She of course had her logic in place and kept pulling out new reasons for us to not be together every time we had flipped to the backside of one reason.
My frustration kept growing. She could see that I really wanted to be with her. She knew I was observing what she needed from me, so that I could provide it for her. She acknowledged having feelings for me, but she was putting them aside. “FOR WHAT REASON?” I screamed inside myself. Pride? Principle? To never ever expose herself to the risk of being hurt? I was striking blows into the air, feeling as if the pillowcase was now surrounding me completely.
For some reason she starts busting a tear. My interpretation was that she was torn apart inside, between the heart (the tears) and the pride (new arguments every time one was successfully processed). I knew at this point that no matter how I responded to whatever she came up with, she would be driven to come up with even more “logical” reasons to stand by her decision. And I know now that I chose the wrong course of action, as she asked me to leave.
I left.
As I got home, I sent her a text, telling her that she shouldn’t beat herself up about it. I left because I felt as if I was throwing punches into the air. I was fighting her past, her pride and her desire not to commit - and none of these things are in my control. I was on a downward slope fighting against her desire to get a real action-man that has everything going for him. And she would not give me the time to turn things back around.
I gave it my best shot to address the secondary gains behind her clinging on to pride and principle - and I was fighting a lost cause. So I left because, in any given situation that is not perfect, you always have three options:
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Accept things as they are.
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Change things into the way you want them.
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Leave things behind.
That lesson is key.
Basically, when you go to one of our pickup seminars or bootcamps, you will hear me say one thing very often, as I have said it aloud for the past 6 years now: To become a great PUA you must be honest to others. But first you must be honest to yourself. In truth, after all has been said and done at a seminar, I may have taught you close to all I know about social dynamics, however… the knowledge will only hold a very light impact in terms of external resuts, until you start being 100% honest with women.



