Ok, I actually posted this point yesterday on Midas'
"I want my control back.." FR, but I thought I'd post it as a separate thread.
Anyway, to my point (which is probably not gonna be any revelation to you guys, but I figured it was worth posting anyways):
Just before Christmas, my GF split up with me using all sorts of lame excuses, and for about a week, I chode-ily sent her text messages saying such stuff as "we can make it work" "but I love you!" "what can i do to change this!" etc etc.
But having [re]discovered Game, and then putting it into practice, I got over her quite quickly (some of you may have seen my posts about
getting over my oneitis etc.).
Now, what is interesting is that now that I am not chasing her, she wants me back!
Ever since that night that I told her that I didn't want to get back with her, she has been constantly texting me. I have been texting back, because we were friends before we started going out, but I have done so without much enthusiasm and I have kept any interactions with her entirely platonic.
But then she'll go and start dropping hints, and trying to flirt etc, but I just pass over it. And guess what?
That makes her do it even more!!!
Through this experience, and from reading the posts on
Midas' thread, I have come to realise an awesome power that we have over women who have a genuine interest and emotional investment in us.
And that power is ATTENTION!
Attention is what women want! That's why they wear tiny little lycra pants and have their tits hanging out when they go out on the town. It's why they ask dumb rhetorical questions like "Do i have a fat-ass?"
As soon as we give them that attention and placate their needs all the time, they are just gonna get bored - it's Mystery's Cat-String theory!!!
So if you have a girl who is obviously into you, and yet suddenly starts to flake or play you, I'd say there is a good chance that it is because you are giving her too much attention.
Again, I doubt this has come as much of a revelation to many of you, but I felt it was worth sharing...
Much love,
Craigus