How And Why I Became A Fan Of Inner Game.

by Steven on November 1, 2009 · No Comments

inner game attract women Look, after I got into the seduction community I began to enjoy some pretty good success with women.

First, I met an Australian actress in a bookshop. She was the definition of cuteness, with curly black hair and piercing green eyes.

Then came along a curvy and feminine lawyer who at first refused to sleep with me.

She insisted that she will only sleep with 10 guys in her life.

(I ended up being her 9th, and as far as I know, she is still with her 10th. Go, girl ;)

Then there was a sprinkling or random party girls here and there. Finally, came “the one” – the girl I fell for.

She was a girl-next-door type, who most guys would look past in the street and not look twice.

But the more you looked at her and the more you god to know her, the more her natural beauty would reveal itself to you.

She was classic delicate femininity and strong chick persona all rolled up into one. Which was one of the things I loved about her.

So, about 2 years after being a hopeless “nice guy”, I went through a phase of gaming and fucking and settled on that one girl. I wanted to keep her. I thought about marrying her.

Then, in January 2008, on new years day, I lost her.

I’m going to skip the boring details, as the relationship was complicated…

But the sum total of it was – she left because I had no idea how to *BE* with her.

I had alternate personalities. Half the time I was the same old “nice guy” of my past. The guy who women saw as a brother. A friend.

And the other half the time, I was the new, game playing, cocky, distant guy. Which was my newly adopted pickup persona for creating “attraction”.

So, in the relationship with this girl, I was a mixture of both. Kinda mixing and matching and hoping for the best.

Looking back at it now, I can see how our relationship must have been a total headfuck for her.

Around her, I felt like I was walking on a combination of thin ice and eggshells whilst probing around in complete darkness. I can’t imagine what a girl must feel when her man is like that.

And so – POOF! – a beautiful, smart girl I came to call my best friend and my lover was gone.

Nothing left.

In December 2007 I was full of hopes and dreams about a future with this girl. In January 2008 I was by myself again.

What do you think I did after she left on that fateful New Years Day in 2008?

I laughed.

That’s right. It may be hard for you to believe, but I remember it like yesterday. Seriously, we parted and when she was no longer in sight .. I laughed.

Here’s the reason I laughed: I knew WHERE I FUCKED UP. And by leaving, she also taught me the greatest possible lesson a woman could:

She taught me that anything less than 100% me isn’t good enough.

I’m not going to kid you – there was some real EMOTIONAL trauma in losing her. There were a few tough months of loneliness.

I missed the warmth of her company which I had become accustomed to.

But I never once worried about what I would do, how I should go forward, or whether a great woman would be again in my life.

I viewed her loss simply as a temporary silence before the next adventure…

I mean, I had the skills and the attitude to pick up another woman within days, and be fucking and dating in no time.

Sure, I was rusty “in field” after nearly a year in a relationship, but I could shrug off those cobwebs quickly.

But I had a feeling that learning to pick up women better was not my path.

What’s the point of picking up more women, if that’s not ME picking them up … and the REAL me can’t even keep them? What’s the point of picking up women if I’m only using their company as a barometer of my worth?

I didn’t even care about that girl back then, really. Mostly, I cared about how her presence in my life reflected on me. How she improved my “social value”.

So I knew that the future before me was not one of learning to pick up women better.

Instead, I wanted to become a better as a Man, so that picking up women was an automatic by-product of how I lived my life.

Not so much so that I could go to clubs and “Game” women, but so that I could see that ONE girl I liked, go meet her, and have something special with her.

And not worry about what I should say or how I should act…

So I got stuck more into inner game. And it didn’t take long..

You probably know all about LoGun’s inner game coaching. By that stage AI was well and truly up and running and he was experimenting with some high-octane head twisting inner game stuff…

And I (sometimes voluntarily, sometimes not) became his guinea pig for it.

You probably have an inkling that the guys he coaches do pretty well… I mean, I tend to have a tendency to listen to him with one hear, but even so the changes in my life have been dramatic.

I could go on and on about how my life is changing, but that is a whole another story.

For now, have a look to the right of this post to see how the lives of many other guys have changed.

And keep an eye out for more video case studies, which I’ll show you later this week.

Steven