Aggression In Pick Up

George: This is our first guest post by Steve Jabba. Without further ado…

Aggression In Pick Up. Not talked about much is it?  I have written a guest post on the Private Man’s manosphere blog which touches upon the aggressive mindset, but I think it needs to be expanded on.
You’ve all read your Tony Robbins and Brian Tracy.  You all know about goal Setting and targets.  Organisational systems.  Walking over coals.
You might’ve read your Richard La Ruina and his journey.  Maybe you lean towards Milton Erickson, or Richard Bandler and NLP.
Well I’ve found what works for me is using my aggression.  Anger.  Leveraging it.
When I started to learn this stuff, I knew guys who were better than me.  I saw it with my own eyes.  Women would go with them instead of me.  Not often, not blatantly (my ego prompts me to ad), but it happened).

And it killed me.  I decided that this wasn’t to be borne and I got angry. I never let it go, it was never far from my mind.

Whatever I was doing, where ever I was, whoever I was with.  At the back of my mind, never more than 2 thoughts away, was the thought : I got owned.  How can I use this to get better with women?  What can I do to make myself a better man?  What can I do to make sure it never happens again?
Why the FUC** should this guy have it better than me?
It was never about money, or status or any of those things.  I knew enough when I started that women responded to intrinsic masculine qualities.  I could sense it.  This is what makes their pussy tingle.
If a guy had these qualities, and displayed them efforlessly, I wanted to know WHY.  What were his thought processes?
I never for one moment considered he was better than me, or cut from a different cloth.  Are you fuc**ing kidding me?
I got angry and aggressive about it.  In free moments my thoughts would turn to it.

What worked for me was aggression.  Nothing else.  And it boiled down to three things:
1:/ Feeling that I am worthy and no one else deserves success more than me
2:/ A desire to never be put down, to beat those who could beat me, IN AN AREA THAT I HAVE ELECTED TO BE IMPORTANT
3:/ The necessary aggression and will to follow it through.  This is the critical part.
People will try and stop you.  People will talk try and talk you out of it.  People will wallow in their own mediocrity and try and make damn sure you don’t break out of it.
FU** THAT SH**T.
Aggression in action
Have any of you ever had a serious fight?
Despite my aggression, I have always been as terrified of violence as the next man.  Infact more so.  I am sure there are 80% of guys reading this who are less scared than me in a fight.  Some of you might even do MMA, boxing , whatever.
I don’t.  At the age of 34 I had my first real street fight.
I was drunk.  It happened in Portsmouth (damn what a shi* hole).  At that time, I was unhappy with the external conditions of my life.
It started off with pushing and shoving.  I remember clearly standing in the middle of a dance floor with some little prick nose to nose with me, shouting obscenities in my face, spit flying (he was jealous because some girl was coming onto me, ha-ha).
My legs shook and I lost the ability to breathe..
Then for the first time, I cannot remember this ever happening before..I totally lost control.  The expression “red mist descending” is really accurate.  I just blanked.  Someone took over me.  I threw him down, literally picked him up and threw him on the floor (I was 88 kgs at this time, and built like a brick shit house).
Then as he was laying there, I stamped on his face, as hard as I could.  I remember clearly his nose exploding, blood flying everywhere, I remember him being knocked out.

(Insert head stomp pic from Goodfellas)
All I remember then is holding my hands up as 3 of his mates jumped me….And grinning insanely..Loving it… Then the bouncers arriving..Being escorted outside by 3 of them…2 of them, much larger than me, absolutely bricking themselves.  I could see the fear in their eyes, hear it in their shaking voices.  Their hands were shaking.  They were terrified!
The next day I woke up, a few cuts, terrible head splitting hangover…
But I felt like I man.  I felt a sense of exhilaration I had never felt before.  Utterly different to nailing a hot girl.  It was a visceral emotion.  I’m not proud of it.
I’ve never had a fight since.  I know fighting happens mostly when you’re unhappy.  But fuck me, it gave me a feeling I’ve never had before.  The masculine instinct in all its glory.
I’m not saying that in this area I know better than a psychologist, than a trained professional.

I’m not saying go out and pick a fight, become a moron and look for the next opportunity to beat someone up.  But it’s a natural masculine instinct. Harness it to your advantage.
What I am saying is I know full well what works for me.  When I want something, I get emotional, I get angry, I get aggressive, I pursue it and I don’t let go..
If you get any hint of a chance with a woman, you fu**ing take it and pursue it.  Be a man about it!
This isn’t a game, this is life, this is competition, and it is insanely competitive.
What are your thoughts?