Why I WILL post +1s on Twitter

The first thing I’ll say is that Daygame is hard. Bloody hard. At least 97 in every 100 girls we open, we don’t sleep with.

It’s actually harder than bloody hard. Not only does it require a huge amount of dedication to learn the technical skills, build your verbal dexterity and charisma, but you must acutely listen to what you are given by the girl and turn the gruel into a novel conversation in a high-pressure situation. As if this isn’t enough, you then have to deal with the vicissitudes of female emotions after the set: the blowing hot and cold, flakiness, on one minute and off the next. And we haven’t even got to the date stage yet.

So yes, daygame is bloody fucking hard.

But it is also fucking liberating.

The sad thing about daygame is the same thing that is prevalent in any male-focussed competitive activity:

Envy, jealousy and in the final stage – apathy to other’s success and reframing one’s own weariness as wisdom.

The group of men who grow prize leeks at the allotments up and down the UK are fiercely competitive and take great pride in their efforts. They utilise a range of secret techniques and fiercely guard their secrets. They get together at meet-ups in working men’s clubs, share the obvious tips via their printed newsletters and boast their trophies and harvested leeks on forums to small audiences up and down the country.

Is this narcissistic supply?

The fisherman is the same. He learns his art over decades. Fishing a range of environments, from the kelp-filled rocky gullies through to the mudflat estuaries, the steep-to beaches and the long, open shallow surf beaches. He identifies, through his efforts, certain marks and holes and gullies and breaks that are invisible to the naked, untrained eye, but apparent to the old-hand angler who has learnt through doing. He identifies which sea directions favour each mark and at what stage of each tide each mark should be fished to maximise his chances of catching. Some of these anglers get together into clubs and societies and fish weekly competitions comprising 15 or 20 anglers. At other times he may participate in large open events with a 1000 people or more. The results of the matches are posted in Facebook groups and on forums. The same top anglers who have dedicated themselves to their craft are often the names featured regularly in the top 10. They are rewarded with Open wins – 5 fish for 16 pounds in weight, or from time to time land the heaviest fish and take that prize, too. A look across any of these forums sees the same names coming up time and time again – his status envied but revered and respected. He takes pride in his reward for his effort and tolerates the men who covet his success in this particular competition ecology. And why shouldn’t he. It’s a man thing, to compete.

But why shouldn’t he want his name to be recognised? He mastered his craft in all manner of conditions, freezing blizzards, howling winds and torrential rain. He went home empty handed plenty, but he did not become disillusioned. It is his passion. And his right to take pride in their name being sung across the forums and Facebook groups.

Is this narcissistic supply?

Speak to these fishermen and leek growers about hyper simulators or dopamine and they would tell you to shut the fuck up and slap you. These are men who have earned the right to be celebrated in the ecology they have chosen to specialise. They earnt it because of the wind and the rain and the sessions they went home with no fish. They went about this quietly. Building their knowledge and honing their expertise.

Daygame, in many ways, is the same. I have zero time for the Mark Zolo’s of this world who banged any number of girls (in his 20s) and now has his reality check as he hits middle age and probably understands (probably doesn’t) just what real Game is for an older man.

So from now I will shout my +1s from the rooftops (or just tweet) and take some pride in the effort, sweat, steps and fortitude I have displayed to get it as a man in his 40s. I will celebrate my travel, my excitement to see new places and experience new things. I will celebrate all of this. And I will celebrate your +1s, too. I want to hear about them because each one is a step in a journey for most men and we should all celebrate this.

How’s that for your narcissistic supply.

If you want to learn how to get more narcissistic Twitter +1s – read my book. Obviously you don’t need Twitter to read it.

BroodingSea, July 2023

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