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The Girlfriend Activation System is for men who cannot handle rejection

I watched a 30 minute video/ad on Christian Hudson's Girlfriend Activation System which dropped around 2012 and has recently been updated. I know I'm late as hell but truth told I've never needed a system to get girls so it wasn't something I was looking for. I found it on the Twitter and having read the acronym DNA, I decided to watch the ad.

The premise - if you are not familiar with GFAS - is that women are born with obsession stories built into their DNA. Women have primal desires that they hide behind socially acceptable wants and that if you learn to tap into their story - primal desires - you can score with the girl.


As proof, Hudson shows how literotica is as popular with women as porn is with men. Obvious example, you guessed it, the success of the 50 Shades series.


The video or ad really is the story of Hudson failing time and time again to attract women and finally discovering GFAS. After his discovery, Hudson bagged a German model; a Playboy model; made tons of cash selling GFAS and helped hundreds of guys bag girls worldwide.


All of this is to entice you to buy his system.


What I thought was most interesting about this whole thing was that Hudson looked outside of himself for success with women. (And in his case, success means sex and getting a girlfriend. He boasts that he landed 9 long term relationships from this system. I am very interested in his definition of "long term")


He moved to different cities; he worked for known pickup artists; he studied erotica. He created this system and used himself as a test dummy for the system. He did everything possible except accept himself for who he is.


At one point in the video - the crucial point for me - Hudson admits he's an introvert that hates rejection. Rejection. The big R.


That's the root of it all. Hudson can't handle being rejected. And instead of dealing with the simple truth of life that a lot of women will say no, Hudson embarked on a quest to find a way to circumvent a woman's no and get her cookies anyway.


I have no doubt GFAS works. Not because I believe in GFAS, but because I believe in systems. I've seen average athletes flourish in systems. I've seen mediocre salespersons make a lot of money when they use selling systems. So, I have no doubt guys are getting laid and getting girlfriends using GFAS.


I also believe that GFAS only does what it says it does, activates. The system allows a guy to get the girl in bed and in a relationship. And then he’s left to his own personality to keep them. The same personality that couldn’t bag chicks in the first place.


I would assume that these women that end up lovers and/or girlfriends as a result of GFAS are women who would have said no in the beginning. And I doubt the the system changed her. It helped to maneuver around her initial rejection. At some point, I assume, these women realize that they are sleeping with and/or dating a person that is a "no" and then the rejection begins.


That probably explains Hudson’s nine long term relationships.


I know there are millions of men in the world that have a hard time with dating. And I think that attempts to help these men are admirable and downright caring. However, I don't think the answer is in manipulating a woman's subconscious.


Needless to say, I did not buy the system. I am not in need of a girlfriend. And if I was, I still wouldn't buy the system. I have a system. It's called "No happens so deal with it."


I think the process of making dating easier begins with accepting the fact that rejection is a part of the game.


Men should be confident. A man must find confidence from within based on an honest assessment of self. Confidence should not be based on the responses to advances from women. Nor should it be based upon the number of women with whom one has or hasn't had sex.


Self-generated self-confidence is better than any system on the market.


And, it's free

Helplessness and my black big-button house phone

Helplessness: the dull sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that -- and what did you do about it?

This is a very interesting question. I am not very familiar with the feeling of helplessness. Maybe because I have always felt there was a way out of anything. Maybe because I have had the same best friend and an extremely loving uncle in my life. Maybe because Mother was a hustler and I learned early that it doesn't kill you then cut your losses and keep moving forward. I just rarely even feel helpless. The last time I can remember feeling like that was when I left Oakland back in 1994.

I had just returned from a trip to Atlanta to visit my best friend. The visit was amazing. I had just reconnected with my best friend after not seeing him for a couple of years due to my living the life of a religious fanatic. (He was my runner-up for yesterday's prompt). I had just experience life on a Historically Black University which until that visit I thought was a fabrication of Bill Cosby and company and furthermore, I had spoken to a person in admissions while out there and it looked like I was going to be a student there in the fall. Everything was looking great.

Until I got home.

My apartment was empty. I had been robbed. My radio and everything that could plug into a wall was gone. My music collection which was well over a thousand cassettes was gone. My phone was gone. I really loved that phone. It was jet black with huge clear buttons that lit up when you pushed them. Even all the food that was in the cupboards and the refrigerator was gone. The only things left in my apartment were my books and my clothes.

I was in complete shock. At this point in my life, things were not going great. I was jobless because thirty part-time supervisor positions were cut which included me and I was friendless because the religious fanatics were no longer communicating with me because I was not as fanatic as required for communication. So, for a hot second, I felt helpless.

Then I remember that I had a just returned from a place of opportunity. My best friend was there, a chance to go to school was there and I knew I could find work there.

I remembered I still had money. I had learned a long time ago that the best place to hide money is in books because "people" for lack of a better word don't read. I went to my bookshelf and sure enough, all my cash was in place.

I had a car. It was a beat two door Toyota corolla with a sheet of Plexiglas for a window but it ran. So, with a working vehicle, cash and a place to go, I decided to go to Atlanta.

So, that's what I did. I drove to Atlanta. By myself. Fifty-two hours total. But that's another story.

Oh, but let me tell you this. When I decided to go to Atlanta, I wanted to talk to my Uncle about the drive and I wanted to call my best friend to tell him I was coming. But I had no phone. So, I went to my next door neighbor's apartment to use the phone.

When he answered my knock, he cracked the door and asked what I wanted. I told him I had been robbed and that I needed to use the phone to make a collect call. He said he was busy. I begged him to please let me use the phone. After much hesitation, he opened the door and let me in.

As I entered, my neighbor sat down on the couch next to his wife who looked extremely nervous. I looked back at him and he looked nervous too. Neither one said anything and I was wondering why they were acting so weird. I shrugged it off and asked where the phone was. The wife pointed to the direction of the phone and when I turned towards it, I found out why they were acting so weird.

There was my phone.

I just bit my lip and made my phone calls. This was a fight that didn't even matter anymore. I was going to Atlanta.

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