I’m sitting in a tapas bar in Barcelona as the cool breeze wafts in from the sea. I have piled-up plates of patatas bravas and tortilla on the small upturned barrel in front of me that is used as a table. The waiters have not yet cleared away two empty glasses of Estrella lager. I look down at my arms. Freckles dot my limbs in close order right up to my t-shirt sleeve line. I have as close to a t-shirt tan as a pasty Englishman can muster. Reminiscing I realise I haven’t been this freckled since I was a young boy. Not since then have I spent such long summers outdoors. The intervening time has always seen me couped up in a schoolroom, lecture theatre, or office during the peak daytime hours of summer.
I reflect on how my life has changed.
Last year I quit my job and freed myself from the office grind. It was common for me to work 60-hour weeks, suited and booted. I had a team to look after and a boss to answer to. Deadlines stressed me and there were nights where I’d struggle to sleep as I pondered work issues, unable to let go. Feeling responsible. Feeling guilty for calling in sick unless genuinely bed-ridden lest I let down my co-workers.
I was out with a couple of my old friends last weekend for a post-work drink (their work, not mine). Great guys, great friends but thoroughly plugged into the matrix. I brought my Thai girl with me – an ex girlfriend but now simply a friend, I’m like her big brother now – and we started drinking. Then she went home and my girlfriend joined us. We got smashed. The next day my girl commented that the three guys had been watching us intently, trying to figure out how we were having so much fun, how I was able to open so many other girls for good interactions, and how this young busty chick was just hanging off me all night. I realised that what is normal to me is extraordinary to my friends. Extraordinary to me less than two years ago.
Now I’m sitting in Barcelona with two 21 year old Lithuanian girls who adore me. I’d banged one for an hour last night while her friend pretended to sleep next to us. Yesterday morning while waiting at the gate to board, two different tall hot 20 year old girls texted me to say they’d finished masturbating while thinking of me. A few nights previously I’d had a gin-soaked foursome with a wing and a couple of lovely young girls. The large-breasted Canadian stripper I banged a while ago has started text-stalking me. The beautiful young Italian who added me to facebook by accident (we’d never met) has been telling me how she once had a threesome and fancies another, and by the way can she come around my house to challenge me at video games? I turned down a late-night booty call from a tall teenage black girl because my girlfriend is still in the country.
I like Barcelona. We’ve just been swimming in the sea. I say to the girls I might come and live here for a month next time London gets cold. I’m joking. But I ruminate on the idea and I realise nothing is stopping me. I am so close to financial and geographical independence. So much so that I’m working on my exit to the “community”. No more bootcamps, no more teaching, no more forums and blogs. Just sell my books (two more in the works) and update the blog from any beach with WiFi.
I honestly never dreamed I’d be in this position. At the drop of a hat I can book a flight to any country I please and just live there. Our rat pack means there’s always a couple of guys up for adventure. We have the money and freedom. We have contacts and girls in every port. Just show up, daygame a few hours, hit a bar to meet some cool guys and that’s it. A new base set up within 24 hours.
I love it.
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September 2, 2011 at 8:11 pm
Outside of PUA related activities, do you have other “traditional” sources of income, i.e. investments, real estate income, etc.? Just curious. How much do you require to maintain your current lifestyle? It sounds amazing.
September 2, 2011 at 8:31 pm
Hmmm, this is the thing. I come across many such articles where people are living the dream, but that may be unattainable for the guy who wasn’t in a high flying finance job in the past, or who isn’t writing self-help books of some kind. Anyhow, good luck to anyone who has the nuts to quit his energy sucking job and manages to get this lifestyle. For the average PUA there are more pressing things to worry about: like the logistics of where to bring a bird to bang her (apart from the Starbucks toilet), or whether to really go on vacation by going somewhere other than Leicester Square to game. :O/
September 2, 2011 at 8:51 pm
Nice post, sounds great :)!
I’m curious – how you are planning to reach financial freedom, what is your way? stocks?
September 21, 2011 at 9:09 pm
Yes, i also was thinking on this when i read this post. could you elaborate on that?
September 2, 2011 at 10:47 pm
Amen Krauser. Life is about opportunity costs and realizing that some things don’t have to follow the “script” of mainstream society.
I’m no PUA (married with my first kid), but there are plenty of things I’ve done to unplug from the matrix and get out of the modern day rat race of a typical corporate worker drone:
Got rid of my debt.
I never set my alarm clock, I wake up when the sun shines into my window.
I arranged my work so that I only have to commute to the office 1 to 2 days a week, and when I do, I don’t drive until rush hour traffic is over with, both in the morning and evening.
In short, I’ve managed to arrange my work life around my hobbies and passions. I train martial arts 3 times a week and go hunting or surfing on the weekend, and fit in my online work at odd hours when I’m not doing something else I’m passionate about.
Taking the red pill has been sweet indeed…and it applies to far more than simply getting laid (not that, that is bad either)…but realizing that debt is slavery and FREEDOM to arrange your life to engage in your passion is the key to a happy life.
September 3, 2011 at 5:52 pm
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September 3, 2011 at 9:09 am
Krauser, where did it all go wrong?
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September 3, 2011 at 5:28 pm
Thats the kind of life I want to live.
September 5, 2011 at 8:01 am
Barcelona is the best big city in Europe to escape to in the winter. It rarely gets very cold, rarely rains, and you can usually sit out (with a jacket) even in the evenings. Barcelona is always packed with smoking hot tourists, even in February – far more than London (at least density wise).
As far as pick-up is concerned, local girls tend not to speak English very well (they have to learn Spanish and Catalonian), but as I say, there are enough quality young women visiting to keep anyone happy at any time of the year. If you do want to talk to local girls, in my experience Catalonian girls are much sweeter, but just as slutty, as Spanish girls.
BTW, do you ever try beach game Krauser, and does it differ from day game (street) in any important way?
September 17, 2011 at 8:41 am
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September 30, 2011 at 3:54 pm
Right now, my life is like what yours used to be when you were doing 60 hour days. The semiconductor industry is not as brutal as finance, but it is still quite brutal. the need to constantly innovate takes it’s toll. I’d love nothing more than to pick up girls full time like you are. Problem is I’m Indian, and India sucks. Waiting for my PR application from both Canada and singapore. 3-6 month wait. And then I travel the world and game women all over the world. The problem with these 60 hour gigs is that during the weekdays you’re drained. All you want to do is sleep. The weekend is when you game. The lessons you learn in one weekend are lost by the time the next rolls around. In pick up as in all other things, continuity of practice is the key. Congatulations on your new life. Hope to follow your example myself.
November 8, 2011 at 5:26 am
fucking amazing. you are an inspiration to the rest of us.
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May 17, 2013 at 6:14 pm
Awesome! Now if red-pillers could just figure out a way to do that, AND spawn some kids to repopulate the Western world correctly, that would be a complete victory.