Ms. Changsha and How I Escaped from the Friendzone

Some of you may recall a period of incredible negativity that I had last year regarding a particular Chinese woman. This period of negativity was actually the catalyst to the rapid self-improvement that I have been undergoing. I am far from where I really want to be, and I still battle demons of envy, lethargy, self-pity, negativity, et. al. to this day. Looking back on it all, I have come quite a way forward.

The Friendzone

I have come so far forward, in fact, that I had the privilege of fucking this same girl three times in the past twenty-four hours. The process that I used to get from zero to panties is not very complex at all. That is not to say that it would work every time; I still believe that most girls that place us in the friendzone aren’t going to drop their drawers anytime soon, but this experience is proof that it can and will happen on occasion. Here is the basic rundown of what I did:

Worked Harder on Self Improvement

The anger that I had over Ms. Changsha’s “betrayal” drove me to hit the gym hard. I was probably at the peak of my muscularity during this time (I’ve toned it down a bit since it made me feel sluggish and was not my ideal aesthetic given my lack of height and body type). I also set out to read more about the Game, looking for any tool, tactic, or piece of information that I could use to better my life. This lead me to checking out PlayerSupreme’s material again, and taking his teachings seriously rather than complaining about the truths that he presented, as many an incel has done to their own detriment. Of course, I had to take my own preferences into consideration, but the majority of the lessons learned from PlayerSupreme, along with reading several personal development books, skimming relevant Manosphere blogs every morning, and continuous self-improvement brought me out of the muck that I was in.

Admitted my Feelings for Her

It seems weak for a man to openly admit his feelings for a woman that has shown disinterest, but in my personal case, it is something that I had to come to grips with. Had I not told her, it is something that would have haunted me, possibly for the remainder of my life. Letting Ms. Changsha know my feelings for her could have gassed her up, but regardless of the outcome, a burden has been lifted from me, similar to the “beast” that the titular character had inside of him in the 2006 movie, Rocky Balboa.

Fucking Other Girls

It is said that the best way to get over a girl is to get under other girls. My rapid self-improvement allowed me to attract other women, and although my pickings were few as a heterosexual Black man with Yellow Fever, I still got mine in. I became animalistic, taking out my frustration by demolishing the sugarwalls of Ms. Changsha’s distant cousins. Each thrust desecrating their sacred temples with my Black bishop, violating the rules by thrusting in and out, up and down, no longer restricted to the obliques. If we cannot get the “girl of our dreams,” we can at least get some wallz here and there.

Disclaimer: I am in no way advocating for a man to start going for fugly chicks, dudes, obese women, or women that they are otherwise not attracted to. The point that I was trying to make is that “Oneitis” or totally unrealistic can be deadly to our sex lives.

Treating Her as a Friend

I forgot the exact quote, but The Book of Pook tells us that should we find ourselves in the dreaded friendzone, that we should treat these women as we would treat our friends. What do I do with my friends? Well, one thing that I do is talk about women that I fucked. This was the catalyst that launched me out of the friendzone with Ms. Changsha.

By talking about sex with her, I was able to do three critical things at once:

  1. Firstly, I sexualized myself in her mind. I was no longer the loser complaining about Chinese girls not liking Black men, or the academic nerd that she had met before.

  2. Secondly, I showed value and experience. Since other Chinese woman found me attractive enough to fuck, maybe she could too.

  3. Thirdly, I took her off of the pedestal and treated her like a person, not the prude that I imagined her to be.

Maybe our relationship won’t last forever, and perhaps it shouldn’t. At the very least, however, Ms. Changsha is another painting on my fuselage, as if the Tuskegee Airmen teamed up with the Flying Tigers in this Far East theater of operations.

P-51 Mustang

I cannot say that these tactics will work to get you out of the friendzone every time, but it worked for me this time. If you think that you have a chance at it, particularly if there seemed to have been initial attraction on the part of the girl, then you might want to give these techniques a try.

  • Dr. Zhivago

    A couple of observations…

    Firstly, I would like to congratulate you for exorcising the demons which haunted you throughout your journey to self improvement. I do indeed recall the agony and gnashing of teeth that once clouded your perspective, causing you to recoil in the anticipation of rejection. It takes a lot to have come this far, and for that you are very fortunate to have traveled to this point so gracefully. With that being said, I think that a major consternation of life consists of the journey toward self fulfillment, whether the object of our gratification is money, sex or happiness. The road to these ideals are often associated with immense disillusionment and often unrecoverable self esteem, but the tortured Gethsemane toward these objectives makes the final product of our endeavors that much more valuable.
    Digesting the red pill, like any traumatic life event is a process that comes in stages. The lies that we were sold as children were shattered, and the feeling of betrayal becomes so overwhelming. For most men it’s the disappointment when confronting female hypergamy that leaves us with the deepest wounds, but for Black men it’s coming to terms with the fact that race and skin color are perhaps the most profound obstacle to relations with attractive women of different races (Asian women in particular) that is an additional injury to this sorry scheme of things.
    Regardless of how deep we attempt to bury this reality into the ground of disbelief and forgetfulness, the existence of racial bias against Black men in the sexual market place will continue to be a part of the international dating landscape and will sustain it’s reach far beyond the finite timeline of our lives. Long after the battle wounds have healed and the trepidation of hopelessness subsides we will still have to reconcile the philosophical dilemma of desiring an objective that doesn’t comport to our collective self interest as a race. Perhaps on this side of eternity this mystifying puzzle will never be resolved, perhaps even worse Black men like us are destined for dysfunction, either way we can’t afford to live in blissful ignorance while everyone other race insists on exploiting this reality to their benefit and to our demise.

    Leaving the friendzone is magnificent, but acknowledging that the game is rigged against us can be a very powerful catalyst for even greater change and self improvement. This idea does not constitute negativity, but rather merely reflects the way of the world.

    • Poignant points as usual, sir. Our battle is perpetual, but on extremely rare occasions, we may have a moment’s reprise. I personally intend to enjoy every fleeting moment of pleasure as best as I can.

      Cheers, and thanks for the comment.