Poor Little Roosh

I went to Miami Beach for spring break in my senior year of college. It was the year 2001 and I was 21 years old. A friend sold me into going even though I couldn’t really afford it. He urged me to put the trip on my credit cards, saying that I’d surely pay off upon getting a real job after graduation. He made it sound like it was the opportunity of a lifetime and if I didn’t go then I’d regret it forever.

I had been out to clubs a couple times before, but I had absolutely no game, no style, no confidence, and no money. All I had was hope that I’d get lucky. My mom helped me pack my wardrobe, including two fine pair of brown slacks, and I was off.

For some reason, guys think it’s easier to succeed with women when they are far away from home, that you unlock some type of cheat code that places you in a parallel universe where women are ten times more attracted to you. I thought no different. I believed that stepping foot in Miami would reveal the Casanova that was always bubbling underneath. I even took a couple boxes of condoms.

It become very clear early on that I would not succeed. I was a helpless little minnow in an ocean far bigger and more competitive than my University of Maryland lake. Me and my slacks were utterly unable to compete, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t try. I approached at least ten girls that week, my first approaches ever, and actually got a number from one (I remember calling her from a pay phone). I also talked to a “hot” girl for about fifteen minutes. I was proud of myself. Though I didn’t come close to getting laid, or even kissing a girl, it was the moment I first dipped my foot into the pool. The water wasn’t as cold as I had thought.

I get nostalgic when I think about that trip. I was just a sexually frustrated guy who wanted to bang a couple girls until finding a nice girlfriend. Back then I fantasized more about cuddling and romantic trips than aggressively loosening a woman’s pussy. I had no clue I would become who I am today, a guy who fucks just for the sake of fucking with no higher aim in mind.

I thought that learning game would be a means to the end of helping me get a girlfriend, but I didn’t know that within my nature was a man who viewed the game as the end itself. Now I look back at poor little Roosh of 2001, and remember how he had to gather the powers of Zeus to approach just one woman.

Then I wonder why men become who they become.

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Brazilianguy
Brazilianguy
8 years ago

Good writing.
I sense a lot of melancholy and resentfulness, maybe you think you have gone taken a wrong turn at some fork in the road?

PS: I am not a white knight, but a gamesman like yourself.

DoesNotMatter
8 years ago

Haha……… maybe you should have kids. Without marriage of course. There are some in-vitrio techniques where you can just pay the bitch to have your kids. And then you get the kids and disappear. Imagine how much fun you’d have teaching them game. Oh! What stories you’d have to tell you Grandkids.

Roosh’s Grandkids: Grampa! grampa tell us a story.
Roosh: Ok! once upon a time, there lived a princess
Grandkids: Not that one Grampa! tell us about the one where you raw-dogged that girl in ……
Roosh: *Tears in his eyes* That’s my kids! come to my arms

hahahahahaha…….come on man! your next blog or book would be, “How to bring up a pick up artist” hahahahahahahaha

JackBlack
JackBlack
8 years ago

Roosh, you are doing God’s work.

Dante - Love - Lust
8 years ago

Roosh you are a reading, thinking aware guy so you know this. Classics in literature are not classics because people say they are, but rather because many people feel this way and can relate to the experience.

Classics in philosophy and literature go deeper than psychology because they often convey experiences rather than psychobable by some ivory tower egg head.

In the case you described above I think of Dante.

I think the specifics of what you describe above maybe is not common for many people/guys.However, in their own way each person loses their way or original intent of why they started down a path.

It take awareness to see this.

Some guys just want a good job and then they find themselves engulfed in greed. Others just want a normal relationships, you know holding hands at the park and going to Cape Code on the weekend, and find themselves in your situation.

I have always thought Dante was a great writer for a reason.

You can jettison the religious metaphors if you find it distasteful or interpret it in your own spiritual or non-spiritual language, but the message is clear.

“When I had journeyed half of our life’s way,
I found myself within a shadowed forest,
for I had lost the path that does not stray.”- The Divine Comedy (c. 1308-1321)

Another modern-day classic is the story of Lestat or Bram Stoker allegory of libidical energies distorted from their original purpose.

BlackKnight
BlackKnight
8 years ago

Great stuff, Roosh. I was that guy too. I’m a decade older than you, exactly, so the world was a tad different; but women change little (and only for the worse).

But my trajectory was pretty much the same as yours. Keep up the great work – your writing helps far more men than you know. Guys like you are a godsend to the young dudes – I can only imagine how my life would have been different (read: better) had I had access to ANY of this wisdom when I was young.

Also, do have kids — I mean SONS. I got hitched to a sow for a brief period just to have the “heir and a spare” and, despite the divorce mess, was the best thing I ever did. They are two mini-mes, they already hate their cow-mother, and they will be reading your site by age 12, at latest.

NYCBachelor
8 years ago

“Then I wonder why men become who they become.”

Little events, which seem inconsequential at a given time, end up having a huge effect on us down the road.

Guy A

-Typical Beta, due to being social and situationally alpha, ends up becoming the boyfriend of a cute/hot girl. She ends up as his oneitis, but that’s fine with him- he thinks she is his soulmate- and longs to do nothing more then to marry her (and end up serving her for the rest of his days).
-Watches Romantic Comedies with his Oneitis; never questions why he can’t do better with women because from his perspective all is right in the world
-Has other Beta friends that tell him to never cheat and push him constantly to get married
-Spends his all his free time and money in the courtship ritual; free time is spent engrossed in the trivialities of modern life- sports, tv shows, movies. His intellectual progress is stunted because he has no reason to question the world. Everything is going as the Matrix has told him it should.
-Ends up proposing to his oneitis (spending 3+ months of salary on a near worthless trinket).
-Marries Oneitis- further funds are wasted on lavish wedding ceremony that does nothing to secure the long term love and fidelity of his oneitis
-Wife fattens up over time while demanding more and more of material assets from him. Over time she, and the children, loses more and more respect for him- his household life is spent doing chores and running errands, he can’t even watch a game of football without being nagged.
-Ironically, he hates his job but can’t life without it- the idea of living without his walrus wife and inconsiderate children is completely alien to him…. even though the stress of simultaneously being one step from being fired and not being to provide for his faimly is slowly killing him.
-His life is a living hell….. he wonders where it all went wrong.

Guy V

-Typical Beta, has his oneitis that he longs for, typically spends an evening listening to her “guy problems” while thinking “but I’m right here!” He thinks she is his soulmate- and longs to do nothing more then to marry her (and end up serving her for the rest of his days).
-Picks up “The Game” instead of watching a Romantic Comedy with a LJBFs and listening to her complain about latest “jerk”.
-Ends up going out a few times… then increasingly often
-Ends up having Alpha player friends who laugh at the beta oneitis mindset and play the field
-Goes out and meets girl is wonderful, has sex with her, and then finds out she’s a gf/engaged/married… begins developing oneitis anyway
-Tells Alpha friends who laugh and tell him that a hoe is a hoe and to stop being stupid
-Explores further online; begins questioning matrix of reality
-Continued exposure in reality and online provide further knowledge and evidence that he’s been lied to his whole life about the nature of women
-His continued success with women, meanwhile has increased his standards and expectations; while simultaneously continung the deconstruction of the beta matrix/frame that his been fed to him since childhood.
-His free time and obligation to no one allow him to continue to expand his mind. He frees himself competely from the matriarchical/corprocractic ideologies which permiate the culture. He refuses to spend his life a slave.

Guy G

-Is immersed in Alpha culture since childhood
-Is surrounded by the finer things in life, realizes how much more enjoyable life is with them
-Spends time enjoying the finer things and finer women of the world
-Hears about this new “internet thing”. Begins interacting with average men, realizes he cannot relate to the average man, feels sympathy
-Shows men willing to escape “average” the way life should be lived

In short

1. The internet is has been a godsend, it has provided the answer… to those willing to who were willing to question
2. Sometimes getting what you want is the worst thing that can ever happen to you
3. The smallest things matter more then we think- The pebble becomes the avalanche

Curvy Feminist
Curvy Feminist
8 years ago

“Then I wonder why men become who they become”

…it’s the fault of American women!!! Every problem in society, every bad day you have, every financial difficulty, every war…blame it on American women. Not women in general, just American women, who wake up every morning with the sole intention of ruining men. They’re tearing apart the very fabric of our being. Blame it on the evil bloodsucking American cunts! Roosh is doing God’s work. Praise him!

daygamer
daygamer
8 years ago

Funny, my life was pretty much similar: sexual frustration accumulates until…a “Big Bang” and of you go! I cannot pass two girls without checking them out and gaming them. This is proof that Game becomes addictive. In your thirties it gets worse, and some might think you´re in an early midlife crisis. AS Blacknight says, I should have had a Roosh in my library when I was in college. But game and women are so much more challenging when banging raw a hot twenty something in your thirties. Sex gets better when aging, and this counts twice for players. Right now I´m still learning game, so I feel neither beta nor alpha, but definitely different than the shy guy I used to be. I hope my kids will learn game earlier than I did, so they can focus on important things in life without becoming obsessed by hot chicks like their daddy 🙂

Anonymous
Anonymous
8 years ago

I rmember that trip. It as pretty fun Rooshy

Anonymous
Anonymous
8 years ago

Or you have some severe mommy issues.
Seriously. 21 years old and your mom packed clothes for you. That’s some serious psychological shit right there.

Anon
Anon
8 years ago

10 – Mommy issues? No point of hating if that’s the best you can do.

Socialkenny
8 years ago

What was the take-away message from this article Roosh?Good read though but I wanna know the moral of this story.

Mr.GM
Mr.GM
8 years ago

Who would’ve thought that Poor little Roosh would be changing lives across the globe?

virgle kent
8 years ago

Do you Roosh take game to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health. To stay faithful and step out and cheat only when it comes to getting more money…

“I do”

Theodora
Theodora
8 years ago

True what NYCBachelor said: Sometimes getting what you want is the worst thing that can ever happen to you.
If not the worst, at least it teaches nothing.

dickbutt
dickbutt
8 years ago

cool story bro

Anonymous
Anonymous
8 years ago

@15

If Roosh was a woman, you would most certainly be right, something every carousel riding harpie eventually discovers; albeit too late. If you’re a woman, yuo’re probably just projecting.

For guys, things are much more nuanced. For one, Roosh is young. Was I to arrange a marriage for him, the ideal bride would still be 15 (The calculation for men goes something like this: Don’t have kids when you’re old enough to likely die before they’re adults -> have your last kid at 55-60. Marry a woman that runs out of fertility when you are that age, meaning she is 40 when you are 55-60 -> Marry a woman 15-20 years your junior.) Roosh still has time to change course, should he so choose. And if he does, he now has a much better set of tools to use in capturing and keeping his eventual one and only, than someone with little experience with women does.

slumlord
slumlord
8 years ago

I dunno Roosh.

I’ve seen a couple of photos of you (in public domain) when you were younger. Game has been good to you, but you did look happier then.

Just saying.

The Private Man
8 years ago

South Florida…

No comment because I live there.

Crapmagnet
Crapmagnet
8 years ago

Let me tell you a little story.
I met a girl when I was 22. Saw her in the street once,and started talking to her. Fast forward 8 months later,and I finally get the FIRST KISS! After “ONLY” 8 months of fucking phone tag!
You wanna know the real clincher? I had my own little basement apt in Brooklyn NYC,went to school,had crappy jobs,but jobs, none the less. Though I was struggling, I considered myself a good guy with good prospects,who respected women and kept my hands off them,and if I DID want to touch them sexually or romantically,I asked for permission first,because that’s what society said that women appreciated. This was in 1993,BTW.
Now, getting back to this chick,I’ll call her, “Chicky”,since that was her known nick name. Chicky was a virgin,and she was very picky and mistrusting,so she seemed. She had only had one other boyfriend in her life,but nothing sexual transpired except for some makeout action. And I believe her because of her body language and the sexy awkward virginal grace she had. So,I of course being the gentleman nice guy that I was, and to this fucking day curse to my last dying breath,respected her and pretty much settled for a phone relationship with her. Think about it: a phone relationship with a chick that lived about 5 square blocks from me! And I did this for 8 months!
When finally she agreed to go out with me the first time,she told me she’d come over to my place,with a chaperone none the less. Know what happened? She didn’t show up. She didn’t even call. When I called HER,she gave me some BS excuse,that I now do not recall. I of course got a little angry,and told her so. You know what she did? SHE got mad,and then hinted that things had “changed”. You know what I did? I apologized to HER! Can you believe that? But,did she accept it? NO0000ooo. All she said was,she’ll “think about it”.
Well anyway,we arranged to meet up again the next day,and she showed up with her fat cockblocker/chaperone and so began the “interview” and bullshit “courtship”.
Well,to make a long story short,I didn’t get to kiss her till the another date AFTER the next one. You know the best part? It was still a 95% phone relationship!
She kept giving me excuses not to see me. Very transparent excuses BTW. Yet in spite of all the signs that this girl truly did not like, or respect me, I put up with it. All because of my non existent options,and so she can come over to my place and makeout with her once every 2 to 3 weeks.
Now, first couple of times I made out with her she kinda let me kiss her neck and caress her legs,but would resist if I tried to go any further. She told me that she wanted to wait till she married!
Anyway,as the days,weeks and months went by,I saw her fewer and fewer times, and every time,I got consecutively less action. To the point where the last couple of times,I didn’t even get a kiss on the lips. And her attitude was getting worse and more Americanized by the day. She was latina btw. Constantly giving me attitude and teasing,and insulting me,to the point where I wanted to bitch slap her raw. See,when I met her,she was in the US for only 2 years and had managed to retain her latina femininity and,at least on the surface,had not yet gotten Americanized. But as time went on,she was developing that “Gringa Scowl” But,being the BETA Minus guy that I was,I had no choice but to take it,and dwell in the deniabilty that kept blocking any realistic perception of my rather hopeless situation. I am rambling,and for that I apologize. Let me just speed things up and give you a synopsis and what happened.
She eventually breaks up with me(over the phone,btw) you know what I did? I practically beg her to give me another chance. I do this for the better part of 2 years!
All the while she leads me on, and at times,ignores my calls. And the few times we did talk(always on the phone of course) she would always insinuate that I was a wimp who didn’t take charge,and wouldn’t know what to do with me if she got naked and threw herself at me. Then she would say,”Just Kidding” and tell me how good I was for not “escalating” and that I’d make some OTHER girl a “wonderful” boyfriend.
Of course,the whole time I am totally and completely miserable that am not able to pull anything else. I’m just chasing my OWN tail as well as hers. After all my declarations of love,and respect,and loyalty,she not only doesn’t respond,but becomes colder and progressively meaner with each compliment/declaration I give her.
Until one day I call her home,and ask if she’s home. Her little niece picked up and was told me she doesn’t live there anymore,someone else got quickly on the line and told me “chicky wasn’t home and the call ended.
I knew in my gut,what happened. And of course someone comfirmed it a few weeks later. She shacked up with some dude. It turns out she’s been dating this guy for a few months and moved in with him.
Now,she never told me anything though she hinted that she might be seeing someone,but might consider dumping him to go out with me again.
I was devasted. All I could think about for the next few years was her and this faceless man(another beta btw) together. I dropped out of school cause I couldn’t no longer concentrate,and after having similar futher experiences,with very few of them leading to sex,I shut down and gave up completely.
I haven’t dated since 1996,it took a while,but I finely have gotten some inner peace and have accepted my horrid lot in life,and pretty much have a totally unfulfilled existence steeped in squalor.
I make a good show of acting like I am a normal dude that dates,and can talk about nonexistent sexual conquests with great detail and creativity. But of course its all lies. I have considered sucide,but I cannot muster the courage. Up until last week,I still thought about her. Every day for almost 18 years. She did this to me. Of course I let her. But I figured that either you have it or you don’t. And those who don’t have to put up with more crap,than those who do.
It’s amazing how many other men have been,and still are in the similar situations as me. Its truly sad. I also partially blame the media. How they tear men like me apart and call us losers and laugh at us. Its really depressing.
But then I discovered your blog and others like it,since last thursday I have been reading you,and others like a mad man.
And everything I always suspected,but prayed to god I was wrong about,was,in fact true. I do not know how to feel about this unfortunate “validation” of my introspections,but I have found something that a jaded man like myself thought was impossible to find in this stage in my life…call it an epiphany,a moment of clarity,or what have you. I’ll tell you what I call it. A reason to LIVE. Finally.
It will take a while. I’ll continue to observe and wait and see for a while. But once it COMPLETELY sinks in and I am ready,I am going to make up for A LOT of Lost time to make up for,and I have You,mainly to thank for this, Roosh.
Keep spreading the word,and I am glad I was wrong about your generation of men generation of men.

LunaRover
LunaRover
8 years ago

Miami Beach … the expensive promised land of the snobbiest, bitchiest and super feminist woman that ever walked the face of earth … yes you find hotties, but they really BITE if you get close (unless you are a movie star showing off in your new lamborghini) …. sooo glad I am living florida and moving abroad soon … Far far away from pretentious Miami ☺

chronox
chronox
8 years ago

Inspired by Crapmagnet and phoenix I’ve decided to tell my story. I discovered your blog a year ago, and really I would’ve wished to discover it when I was much younger (I’m 30 now). It was a funny thing because I ended up here by searching “how to pick up argentine girls”, since I had to go to Argentina for 2 months due to academic reasons. By that time I was the most beta of the beta, I had only been sexually with only 2 girls in my entire life (including makeouts), one a fatty and the other one a solid 5. I thought that girls loved nice guys, and couldn’t understand how many of them where in loved and/or open their legs to the first jerk who is mean to them. While in Argentina I continued to read all of your posts, which welcomed me into the game. Of course, being the newbie I was and given the fact that Argentina is not so easy, I didn’t manage to bang anything. However I did 3 makeouts with 3 different argies (actually when I got my 1st makeout I was thinking holly shit, Roosh’s stuff works!). At the time they seemed like hot models, obviously they were not and they’re probably around 7-8, but for me that changed my life. After 2 months I returned to my country (and also bought Bang), and in 9 months I managed to bang 4 new girls (who were 6-8) plus a blowjob from another one. This may not seem to much from the pro’s perspective but this has been a completely change of paradigms for me. I went from being a shy, dorky, World of Warcraft player, to a more outgoing, sociable and interesting man (mostly because I’ve done interesting things in my life, I just didn’t know they could be used to attract women).

Right now I’m in Italy, and I will be stucked here for 2 years at least. I haven’t banged anything since 2 months ago when I arrived. This place is much harder than Argentina, and I’m in a 3rd tier city. So my options most of the time are italian girls, and I do not look very exotic or different from locals. However I’m not complaining, that just means I have to work harder, because I know game works (although I would’ve liked to not have started into the game in Argentina and Italy, but anyway…).

In summary I just wanted to thank you for this site, for your forum. I agree 95% of the times on your other non-game related posts and I enjoy them, your philosophy on life is pretty much the same I have. I am far from my family, friends, struggling with a different language, but I’m following my dream, and sometimes your posts on these subjects motivate me to keep going. Continue doing what you are doing, you are good at it, and you are doing a well to all men like myself. Feel good about yourself next time you collect your paycheck from your work.

Socialkenny
8 years ago

Nice blog post which gets into some of the hypocrisy of it all.http://kennyspuathoughts.wordpress.com/2012/01/16/every-kid-should-love-living-in-america/

DoesNotMatter
8 years ago

@ Curvy Feminist, It’s not the fault of American women. American women do not wake up every morning trying to ruin the lives of men. Where exactly did Roosh say all the crap? God! You Curvy Feminists are so bloody self-centered. You just have to think everything is about you, don’t you? Wake up, Grow up! It’s not about you. You are not the center of the Universe. You are not a special little snowflake. Everybody is not talking about you. I know there is absolutely no point in arguing with you. Roosh already asked us not to feed the trolls. But who cares? I just fucking enjoyed writing this. Curvy feminists are fun to take pot-shots at. And what the hell does Curvy feminist mean, anyway? Isn’t that like some sort of Oxymoron?

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Response to 20 Crapmagnet
8 years ago

Much respect for sharing that. Good luck.