“Behind every great man there’s a great woman.”
What they don’t tell you in that quote is the blood, sweat, and tears that men in the modern age go through to find that great woman. As I’ve now entered into a relationship with a great Eastern European girl (who I voluntarily gave this blog address to), I’ve reminded myself to stay grounded in my roots of Game.
It’s easy to get drunk, high, and batshit-insane off of “new love chemicals” (NLC), and they’re there for a reason. They’re meant to be enjoyed. If they weren’t immensely pleasurable, they wouldn’t be biologically programmed in us. I keep reminding myself that it’s okay, natural, and amazing to have these feelings.
I also remind myself that now is the time that we are most bound to do something really stupid.
It’s funny how it works, too. I never expected it to go this way. My first few days in Kyiv, I was pretty meh on the city as a whole. I liked it, but didn’t love it. Even so much so that I actually wrote a post called ‘Bad City for Quality Girl’.
I was supposed to spend this year banging sluts and leaving semen stains on every country in Europe. Instead, I find myself wanting to calm down a bit and focus. To take this blog and business to the next level. To reach a level of income, fitness, and charm that few men before me can reach.
And as the desire to chase new girls declines, as a result of having a really great girl, I find myself finding it easier and easier to forgo the “bang goals” and to focus on the things in life that will give me true long term comfort, stability, and fulfillment.
I do not wish to deface past things I’ve written, hate on the beliefs of other bloggers (some of which I have and still do agree with), or to take a moral high ground with anyone. I’ve never been one way to say that my way is the best and only, but merely one who likes to share his experiences in the hopes that someone–just one–can take something from it.
I accept that fact that some of these words may be clouded by NRC chemicals, and I only humbly ask that you refrain taking my past words out of context and twisting them in ways beyond the way they were written.
Needless to say, This Is Trouble can be a slight red flag for girls dating me. And I could hardly blame them. It’s simultaneously going to reveal a ton of dark things about me, explain to them exactly how I got them, and worse yet–paints the pictures of a lot of other conquests right in the face of them (and the whole world) to see.
I’ve accepted long ago that this is a price I must pay to say my piece to the world. The price I must pay to help men. The price I must pay to run the business I want that truly has no boss.
Unlike other relationships, I gave this girl the blog. She’d been asking about it for a while, and I decided to change my approach.
In the past, I’ve waited until girls found my blog and then dealt with the torrents of tears and anger then. Always covering my tracks. Always keeping an eye on them if they needed to use my computer.
I was tired of it. Especially with this one, who truly wears her heart on her sleeve around me.
I decided I didn’t want to repeat the other three times that girls found the blog (one, two, three). All three of those girls were girls I seriously dated. All three of them found it without my “permission”.
Perhaps it’s a sign of maturity in myself, but I don’t think that maturity would have been brought out without the maturity of my current girl.
She never truly pressured (okay, maybe once) me to reveal this. The others were a much more constant thing. She never tried to find it herself (okay, maybe once), again–unlike the others who did CSI-esque searches on me.
Her maturity in the situation helped me to feel comfortable with it.
A bit upset, but nothing too bad.
I realized that there was one upside to giving her the blog willingly–I could control at least the initial posts she read, and be there to calm the initial reaction.
So I picked out five posts. Five posts that would show the darkest parts of this blog. Five posts that would best illustrate who I had become today, and why. Including the three I had written about her. Why I had to go through the journey I had to. Why I have to continue telling the secrets of trouble to the world.
I sat her down and let her read all of them while I kept a careful eye on her reactions.
When it was done, I let her be as angry, upset, and hurt as she wanted.
And it wasn’t so bad.
She was mostly mad that I had posted her field report, in which I described exactly how many hours it took to bed her. She felt it was an invasion of her own privacy, and politely asked me to remove it as well as one paragraph of one of the other posts.
That was it.
Some might say it was “un-Alpha” of me to do so, but those same people are the ones that don’t understand that there is a little give and take in relationships. You can destroy a relationship and girl this way.
A week later, after I’d left Kyiv for the next month, she went on the blog and dug pretty deep. She watched some videos and was hurt again.
We had a good talk and she moved past it within a few hours. She realized This Is Trouble is a huge part of who Kyle is.
I’m putting some emphasis on this point because it’s damn important.
She asked me to remove one post and one paragraph. That does not seem unreasonable.
To contrast, previous girlfriend have asked me to remove the entire blog from the surface of the Internet. They have repeatedly told me how much they hate the blog. How much pain it causes them. How much it embarrasses them.
To make a relationship work, a man and a woman must move together in the same mission. Well, a man has his mission–a woman’s mission is to support the man’s mission.
Her asks of me regarding the blog did not derail my mission, voice, or business.
And since then, she’s actually been quite supportive. She hasn’t quite agreed to come on the podcast (though I’m working on it), but she did say she has a guest post she wants to surprise me with (read it here). Anyways. Going off topic.
Hell if I know.
What I do know is that I just came to a realization that a couple dozen more sluts this year wouldn’t even be close to worth it to just throw away a great relationship with this girl.
For those of you who may cry that those kind of numbers aren’t possible: they are. I banged 4 girls in 12 days in Krakow in April. 5 a month from August to December would be 25. Absolutely obtainable.
And I knew that back in May when I first met her. It’s why I returned to Kyiv for 5 days after Odessa, and head back there after this family trip is over.
Thankfully, Kyiv grew on me. I found good food. Joined a great gym. Made some good friends. Learned a few Russian words and got the alphabet (mostly) down. Enjoyed the challenge. Discovered that it was a mini-New York City.
As for her, she’s taken to calling herself Mrs. Trouble. I find it extremely cute, inspiring, and simultaneously terrifying.
But I’m glad she’s here for the journey.
And I’m glad you are, too.
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