The worst nights teach you an important lesson
Perspective is everything in this, being able to take bad nights as part of the process. Can you think of any footballer who puts away every goal? Even Beckham messes up free kicks (nothing on the England keepers). You’ve probably heard all this before from lit-ra-ly millions of gurus, because they want your money.
I don’t want your money. I have a different motivation: altruism. Writing this altruistically gives me a massive e-penis.
We’re going to take a different perspective, today we look at the usefulness of your worst nights, at your most pussified. Those shocking nights where you’re pretty much as you started. Not just average or poor nights, the absolute worst
Yeah, those nights.
Would you believe these awful nights help show you something amazing, that they can show you some perspective that awesome, decent and even slightly bad nights can’t show you.
It shows just how far you’ve come

As we improve we raise our standards. The same guy struggling to approach is a year later struggling with LMR (or 2 years later struggling with AA again, check out my progress journal sometime…). We always look to that next juicy thing, and forsake where we’ve improved. For most of you guys approaching 10 women in a night isn’t a big deal. It’s not even false modesty, you just don’t see it as a big deal at all. It’s like putting on the kettle and making a brew.
Having said that, I do like to go into work and let every guy know just how many brews I made last night, how hot they all were, and how far I got with each one. I’m yet to manage two cups of tea at the same time though, making me a tea-chode.
As you grow and get better at this skill with women, you make all these little adjustments to your game. You realise lots of little things that come together to make you the pimp you are right now. Because most are very subtle, you make the next change and forget what you last improved on.
At some point you have an awful night. You get blown out of the 5 sets you do, your voice is weak, you have nothing interesting to say and can’t even keep eye contact with average girls. On the way back you feel like the biggest pussy in the world.
Don’t beat yourself up, you’ve just been shown an important lesson.
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I came away from such a night a while back, and felt like shit. But then I started to realise all the things I’d improved on, all those minor (and major) changes. How I was more confident, funnier, didn’t feel the need to qualify myself, didn’t care so much what people thought. And the list went on.
It put a big smile on my face. I realised “shit, I’ve come a long long way. I’m like a different guy now”
When you’re out 4 nights a week and improving so fast, you lose sight of all this. These shit nights serve as a reminder just how far you’ve come along.
Author Bio-
Having been a professional bitch of 19 years, Ty discovered the community in 2006. When not drunkenly sleeping with girls from his work, his interests include computer games, movies and colouring-in books. Ty prefers a more natural style of game, with a strong emphasis on fun and a healthy dose of cocky-funny.