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Yesterday, I was invited by an old friend and his girlfriend to play Monopoly at their house. The friend is well above-average looking and his girlfriend is a professional model. Objectively beautiful and very striking. The other couple consists of an older, rather ugly, back girl and a reasonably good looking chody white guy. I was stressed out from my job but observed some interesting social dynamics: When my friend was losing, his the girls were celebrating his defeat. As he came back, his girl became ever more resentful. After a while she got visibly agitated and started making snarky remarks, and eventually direct insults to him and anyone she interacted with. He kept his cool but was visibly under pressure. The chody guy was completely in his girlfriend’s frame and therefore didn’t participate in the frame battle.

It dawned on me that I’ve been single for over three years now. Sure, I’ve had relationships every now and then, but I always saw or at least pursued multiple girls on the side. Now that I work my corporate job, where most people have relationships or even families, I’m faced with the question: why am I single? Even most of the wings I daygame with are all looking to settle down in the near future. Not me, though. Why? ...

Today1 it finally hit me, I have to really break up with my Italian Gym Rat. I broke up with her on 30 November, which is a bit more than 4 months now. Haven’t had contact with her ever since. Not once have I slipped or gave her any signal of my life, besides several changes in my profile picture on WhatsApp. Because neither one of us is on social media, it’s as if my life paused for her on that day. ...

The Belarusian blondie who game to visit me in Warsaw paid me a visit in Amsterdam. I initially called her the next day after she left Warsaw to tell her I’m “breaking up”. Concretely, telling her that I’m not after anything serious and don’t want to “fuck with her mind”. She reciprocated by stating “she always understood it this way”1. … but then I got horny one night and suggested she paid a visit to the Van Gogh museum. Naturally, we never went to that museum. We literally only fucked for two days in my apartment. I remember us briefly going out twice for a walk: once at lunch to get a sandwich, and once in the evening to get spacecake. ...

Last week I left my IT-contracting business and stared a high-pressure corporate sales job. That’s right - I went back into Corporate after swearing I’d never to that. Three things spurred this change: I was absolutely done with IT1 I had natural aptitude for sales and networking It’s one of the best companies in the fastest growing industries that pays me handsomely A few changes I noticed w.r.t. daygame: My time is a lot more limited now. So far, I only managed to quit work at 6 PM (which isn’t too bad really) but in February it’s already dark and often cold and rainy at this time. Thus I only went out to do sets on Saturday. ...