If Pimp Was A Drug, I’d Sell It By The Gram

I saw some of my “cool” high school classmates at the club last night and realized something:

The bar is always changing. Competition increases, skills increase, and so must game. What worked two, five, ten, fifteen years ago doesn’t work today. Elevate or die.

What worked in high school doesn’t work 10 years later. Ever notice that the “cool guys” back in high school now fit into two categories? (1) guys who are still cool and get laid more than before and (2) guys who are now lame, but think they’re still cool and only go home with their right hand.

Ever notice how the “still cool guys” dress better than they did before, are actually nice to everyone, and are much more out going. Put simply, they have evolved. Meanwhile the “no longer cool guys” dress the same, are still dicks, and hang out at the edge of the bar starring at the girls on the dance floor--they haven’t changed a bit.

The “no longer cool guys’” game is so deeply ingrained into their psyche that they cannot comprehend that what worked in high school, no longer works today. They cannot elevate. They think that simply being there is enough to get chicks. The bar has risen above them. Their primary DHV of being cool has evaporated with time. These are the same people who put down pickup. All they can say is “remember in high school?”

Recognize that the top dog today must work to remain at the apex. The unforgiving razor thin edge of competition only sees the present.

I promise to always evolve, to always grow, and to always accept I must always change.