A few things have happened since my last post. All of which, I would say, are good. Maybe that's because bad things are turned into good things in my mind. Anyway...
The first of these would be the fact that I've noticed people around me doing the same things I'm doing. I wish I could believe that it was because of me that they are changing, but I think that's bullshit. I think that everyone is constantly changing, and you only recognize the things you're familiar with. For instance, I ran into a friend of mine at a coffee shop, and he mentioned to me that he's "trying to make him self the best he can be..." He's not really going out and 'sarging' anymore; which is where I'm at. I realized that going out and practicing 'picking up women' all the time was turning me into a loser. I mean, my life went away and I was just focused on talking to girls every weekend. Now, I just talk to them when living my life puts me around a girl I'm interested in. Regardless, I'm doing better, and I'm happy to see that my friends are all improving themselves as well.
Secondly, over Christmas break I met an amazing girl. She was only visiting my city for Christmas, and I knew her from the past - but, we hung out and hit it off. She's back at home (miles away) now, but we're still keeping in touch. Having incredible (meaningful) sex sure does make casual sex far less fun. We'll see where this ends up...
Thirdly, like I said I've cut back on sarging. I no longer go out for the sole purpose of getting girls. I might do this next weekend with the 'lair' here in Houston, but other than that - I probably wont be doing it much. It just makes me feel like a loser. Saturday night I went to a club to hang out with my friends... we were having a great time - A couple of girls opened me (which never happens when I go out specifically to sarge) and I ended up taking the girl from my group out to the dance floor. She was on... I told her, "you feel what you did to me?" and she said... "Yeah, and I meant it." Lol. Not bad for not trying at all.
Lastly, there are a lot of things going on in my personal life. To keep this anonymous I'll just mention a minimum. I'm doing school again, and music. Both knowledge and art are very important to me. I've gotten back into those things, and my life seems to have picked up a bit.
Hope all is well,
-P.S.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, November 14, 2008
Reject me!
So... I came to a realization last night while at a GHETTO night club. I'm not getting rejected enough.
For the past few months I've been practicing game like someone would 'practice' giving blood. I've only been gaming when I felt the outcome would be totally good. What is it that I'm afraid of? Failure... I just realized that the easiest way to get over this is to just go out there and fail. I know, I've read it a million places before - but reading it doesn't matter until it clicks in your head. I'm just going to start going up to girls and use the Doc Holiday style opener that my boy Commen helped me with. I'm not saying that Direct will cause me to fail, but the next steps of my interaction probably will. I just want to go up to girls like:
PS: Hey, I wanted to come say hi.
Girl: Hi???
PS: Wow... you're EXTREMELY friendly. Did your dog die today?
Girl: You're weird...
PS: That's not what you said last night.
Anyway - basic point is... I just need to overcome the 'A.A.' or 'Fear of Failure..' I know it wont ever go away, but I will learn to live with it, much like I learned to live with a third leg.
If I don't constantly make those nerves come up, then I will never become accustomed to the feeling. So... with all this jibber jabber -
- For the next two weeks I am going to open as much as possible with the only outcome necessary being FAILURE.
-I don't care if she has a boyfriend.
*it will be a beautiful failure.
-I don't care if she is a lesbian.
*it will be a fun failure
-I don't care if she thinks I'm ugly.
*it will be an amazing failure
-I don't care if there are guys around looking at me.
*it will be an entertaining failure.
-I don't care if she doesn't even respond.
*it will be a short conversation. And failure.
I don't care about anything. In the past two weeks, I've had 0 success with new girls (2 number closes and a kiss close is 0 success.) So, the next two weeks, I'm still aiming for 0 success... but I'm going to BUST MY ASS to get it.
I'm also going to do my best to not think about 'game' or 'theory' and try not to analyze any of the interactions until the two weeks is up. Sometimes just thinking about game will put you in a mood not to do anything. You almost have to be stupid to approach in the very beginning. I'll let you know how great it goes... three cheers for failure and rejection.
-P.S.
For the past few months I've been practicing game like someone would 'practice' giving blood. I've only been gaming when I felt the outcome would be totally good. What is it that I'm afraid of? Failure... I just realized that the easiest way to get over this is to just go out there and fail. I know, I've read it a million places before - but reading it doesn't matter until it clicks in your head. I'm just going to start going up to girls and use the Doc Holiday style opener that my boy Commen helped me with. I'm not saying that Direct will cause me to fail, but the next steps of my interaction probably will. I just want to go up to girls like:
PS: Hey, I wanted to come say hi.
Girl: Hi???
PS: Wow... you're EXTREMELY friendly. Did your dog die today?
Girl: You're weird...
PS: That's not what you said last night.
Anyway - basic point is... I just need to overcome the 'A.A.' or 'Fear of Failure..' I know it wont ever go away, but I will learn to live with it, much like I learned to live with a third leg.
If I don't constantly make those nerves come up, then I will never become accustomed to the feeling. So... with all this jibber jabber -
- For the next two weeks I am going to open as much as possible with the only outcome necessary being FAILURE.
-I don't care if she has a boyfriend.
*it will be a beautiful failure.
-I don't care if she is a lesbian.
*it will be a fun failure
-I don't care if she thinks I'm ugly.
*it will be an amazing failure
-I don't care if there are guys around looking at me.
*it will be an entertaining failure.
-I don't care if she doesn't even respond.
*it will be a short conversation. And failure.
I don't care about anything. In the past two weeks, I've had 0 success with new girls (2 number closes and a kiss close is 0 success.) So, the next two weeks, I'm still aiming for 0 success... but I'm going to BUST MY ASS to get it.
I'm also going to do my best to not think about 'game' or 'theory' and try not to analyze any of the interactions until the two weeks is up. Sometimes just thinking about game will put you in a mood not to do anything. You almost have to be stupid to approach in the very beginning. I'll let you know how great it goes... three cheers for failure and rejection.
-P.S.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Wild Crazy Animal Sex...
So, I followed up on the text message from the last post. I went to work out, ate dinner, and then went to meet with the girl who sent the text.
I have been reading some David Shade material (I haven't bought anything, just his promotional work) and he has a few video's on how to give girls great orgasms. Now, I have given orgasms to all but one of the girls I have been with... So it's not a new thing to me... But, What I realize now is that I wasn't really focused on making sure that the whole sexual experience was about pleasing the girl. This is so extremely important.
I arrived at her place, and we are both really cool about it being a booty call. She likes it that way... I let her know I respect her and that I'm happy she's so in touch with her sexuality... We get down to business, and I just work on getting her turned on for the first 5 minutes. Keeping her clothes on, and just grazing her body with mine, and with my hands. After that she takes my shirt off, and I take her clothes completely off. I continue just grazing my hands around and kissing her all over (mostly erogenous zones: Neck, Ear, Lower Stomach, Breasts, Behind the Knee...) and then slowly started getting closer to her vagina. Once on the Vagina I worked on it for maybe 15 minutes before she had her first orgasm. I started out with 'The Welcomed Method' and it was working pretty well. Now, she is a very sexual girl so while my thumb was resting at the base of her vagina, I double penetrated with my finger (in her ass.) She LOVED it... I kept doing this, while very slowly inching my index finger in, and pushing my thumb up towards the deep spot. I find that this method works best if you are on her side... That way your right hand can work the magic down below, and your left hand can work the magic on the clit. As you're doing that your upper body can pay attention to her [kissing what ever erogenous zones you can find without interrupting whats going on below. I continued doing that for a little while and she was loving it. Constantly saying 'You are so fucking good at what you do.' or 'This is incredible' or 'That feels AMAZING.' My left arm got a ridiculous cramp in it since it isn't used to that type of strenuous activity. I told her to play with herself, and I went to the restroom to massage my arm. I didn't want her to see that or it might kill the mood.
I came back to the room and started to put a condom on... For some reason girls don't want to play with themselves in front of guys [until you guide them to do so.] I simply said, 'Keep playing with yourself, it's fucking hot.' She kept rubbing herself, and it got me hard... I made sure to say... 'I know it's not as good as when I'm rubbing you, but it works..' She then said, 'Yeah your hands are so much better than mine..." I responded with, "So is this..." as I slid inside of her...
The sex was cool... we went kind-of slow, but a little rough none-the-less. You have to make sure to keep your bodies extremely close. This is what will really get a girl going nuts. Your penis isn't what's turning her on. It's YOU fucking HER... which includes your whole body. We did it missionary for a while... then she got on top... and then I told her I was going to finish inside of her ass. So, I got the lube... and lubed myself, and her... I then used my fingers to get in... start with one, and go in slowly. Once you feel it relax, go in a little bit more. Then once it feels pretty relaxed pull that finger out very slowly; almost all the way, and then put another finger right next to it and try and create like one solid figure (by stacking the fingers.. like middle finger over index)... Slowly in until it relaxes... then pull out slowly and put the third finger... (Stack the ring finger right next to the index on top of the middle. Then slide it in again slowly.) once it's all the way in... I like to slowly spread the base of the fingers out a little bit... If you have pencil dick you wont need to do that. :]...
Now comes the fun.... you have her in missionary position, so place your dick below your hand... and slowly pull out your three fingers until it is right at the tip, and replace them with the tip of your penis. Now what I figured out last night was to just let the tip rest inside of the ass and rub your hands up and down her legs. This relaxes the hell out of her. You can slowly millimeter your way in as you rub up and down the legs. Once you get past a certain point, the width of the anus has been established so it is easier to move around. You still want to be extremely careful (especially if it is a first timer like she was)... So, I finally got all the way in and started moving in and out... I came inside of her and laid down... on the bed. She laid next to me and we started talking about random shit... [How we should film it, what felt best, etc.]
As we were laying there she started kissing down my chest and stomach... and then she proceeded to give me the best head I have gotten in my entire life. She deep throats and swallows. [Awesome].
You know David Shade's catch phrase; Give them wild screaming orgasms and they will do ANYTHING for you. Yeah... I get it now.
She just text me telling me she wants to act out all of her fantasies with me...
Til next time,
-P.S.
I have been reading some David Shade material (I haven't bought anything, just his promotional work) and he has a few video's on how to give girls great orgasms. Now, I have given orgasms to all but one of the girls I have been with... So it's not a new thing to me... But, What I realize now is that I wasn't really focused on making sure that the whole sexual experience was about pleasing the girl. This is so extremely important.
I arrived at her place, and we are both really cool about it being a booty call. She likes it that way... I let her know I respect her and that I'm happy she's so in touch with her sexuality... We get down to business, and I just work on getting her turned on for the first 5 minutes. Keeping her clothes on, and just grazing her body with mine, and with my hands. After that she takes my shirt off, and I take her clothes completely off. I continue just grazing my hands around and kissing her all over (mostly erogenous zones: Neck, Ear, Lower Stomach, Breasts, Behind the Knee...) and then slowly started getting closer to her vagina. Once on the Vagina I worked on it for maybe 15 minutes before she had her first orgasm. I started out with 'The Welcomed Method' and it was working pretty well. Now, she is a very sexual girl so while my thumb was resting at the base of her vagina, I double penetrated with my finger (in her ass.) She LOVED it... I kept doing this, while very slowly inching my index finger in, and pushing my thumb up towards the deep spot. I find that this method works best if you are on her side... That way your right hand can work the magic down below, and your left hand can work the magic on the clit. As you're doing that your upper body can pay attention to her [kissing what ever erogenous zones you can find without interrupting whats going on below. I continued doing that for a little while and she was loving it. Constantly saying 'You are so fucking good at what you do.' or 'This is incredible' or 'That feels AMAZING.' My left arm got a ridiculous cramp in it since it isn't used to that type of strenuous activity. I told her to play with herself, and I went to the restroom to massage my arm. I didn't want her to see that or it might kill the mood.
I came back to the room and started to put a condom on... For some reason girls don't want to play with themselves in front of guys [until you guide them to do so.] I simply said, 'Keep playing with yourself, it's fucking hot.' She kept rubbing herself, and it got me hard... I made sure to say... 'I know it's not as good as when I'm rubbing you, but it works..' She then said, 'Yeah your hands are so much better than mine..." I responded with, "So is this..." as I slid inside of her...
The sex was cool... we went kind-of slow, but a little rough none-the-less. You have to make sure to keep your bodies extremely close. This is what will really get a girl going nuts. Your penis isn't what's turning her on. It's YOU fucking HER... which includes your whole body. We did it missionary for a while... then she got on top... and then I told her I was going to finish inside of her ass. So, I got the lube... and lubed myself, and her... I then used my fingers to get in... start with one, and go in slowly. Once you feel it relax, go in a little bit more. Then once it feels pretty relaxed pull that finger out very slowly; almost all the way, and then put another finger right next to it and try and create like one solid figure (by stacking the fingers.. like middle finger over index)... Slowly in until it relaxes... then pull out slowly and put the third finger... (Stack the ring finger right next to the index on top of the middle. Then slide it in again slowly.) once it's all the way in... I like to slowly spread the base of the fingers out a little bit... If you have pencil dick you wont need to do that. :]...
Now comes the fun.... you have her in missionary position, so place your dick below your hand... and slowly pull out your three fingers until it is right at the tip, and replace them with the tip of your penis. Now what I figured out last night was to just let the tip rest inside of the ass and rub your hands up and down her legs. This relaxes the hell out of her. You can slowly millimeter your way in as you rub up and down the legs. Once you get past a certain point, the width of the anus has been established so it is easier to move around. You still want to be extremely careful (especially if it is a first timer like she was)... So, I finally got all the way in and started moving in and out... I came inside of her and laid down... on the bed. She laid next to me and we started talking about random shit... [How we should film it, what felt best, etc.]
As we were laying there she started kissing down my chest and stomach... and then she proceeded to give me the best head I have gotten in my entire life. She deep throats and swallows. [Awesome].
You know David Shade's catch phrase; Give them wild screaming orgasms and they will do ANYTHING for you. Yeah... I get it now.
She just text me telling me she wants to act out all of her fantasies with me...
Til next time,
-P.S.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Halloween
Many things have happened over the last few weeks. I've come to the realization that you don't really need big changes for improvements to be made. I guess the point of that statement is this: I keep from writing posts, because I don't feel like I'm making very much headway. But, if that were the case, why did I get a kiss close with a girl whom I don't even know within' two minutes of meeting her? I mean, sure, maybe I'm just a lucky guy. And, her friend DID say 'You two should make out...' but, her friend wasn't saying that to every guy they met. And when I kissed her the first time she pulled away. I said... 'Wow you can't kiss at all." and she got offended. I said, 'Look, this might be the last time you ever see me. Now, wouldn't you love to make out with me?' No response is always a good thing... I leaned in, and there it was. Happy to say I was 2 inches out of the viewing area of the camera that my boys were filming another group with.
Speaking of my boys, I love them to death man. The guys I hang around with now, and I'm combining new friends with friends that have stuck around here, are the best. Being around them is really what has taught me to accept everyone. Everyone has their flaws. We are all human. Just love people for who they are and genuinely want the best for them. It's so easy.
So, my boys and I headed to Austin for the huge Halloween party on 6th street. If you've never been before - GO. It is really that simple. I was the tooth fairy, which worked just as I planned it to. Halloween is the one day out of the year that I'm fine with pea-cocking. Plenty of girls were looking which made it really easy to open. The first bar we went to I was on fire. I opened maybe 3 sets, and hooked two of them. The first one that I opened was a 2-set. I immediately brought them over to my friends. My goal was to find girls and practice socializing, and then feed them to my friends. I mean, they need practice talking to new girls too. The plan was working great, until my guys were ready to go to the next bar. As we're leaving I get stopped by a group of girls wanting pictures with the 'only male fairy.' I, of course, gamed them to practice conversation, and before I knew it - I was separated from my friends. Now, if you've been to 6th street, you know it's crazy. And halloween is by far the craziest day of the year... I didn't blame my friends at all, yet they still felt kind of bad about it. It just sucked because my mindset immediately went from 'game girls' to 'find your friends.' This totally blew what little flame I had right out.
I finally get into the next club after 15 minutes of texting my boys and them finally saying 'ok... we're in XXXclub so meet us at the back.' after at least 3-4 texts that said... 'Look for the wolverine claws in the air.' LOL. (Needless to say, I couldn't find the wolverine claws.)
When I get into the second bar, I find out that the $40 cash that I brought with me was gone... I mean, I was wearing a pink tu-tu, so I had no pockets. Granted, I don't drink - so I didn't need the cash to have a good time. After that we went back out to the street and talked to more girls. It was a great time all-in-all, it just sucked because my game was ON at the beginning of the night, and I let my 'reality' kick back in. I guess my reality was 'I need to be around my friends to be comfortable,' and when I was gaming initially, I didn't have that thought on my mind.
As the night continued, plenty of things happened, nothing too notable... Commen lost his phone, which sucks ass because he did the same thing at his birthday... (Well actually, on his birthday a chic straight up stole it from under our noses - AND WE GOT IT ON FILM...) I thought for sure that would put a damper on the evening. It did, but it was off and on. He would all of a sudden say fuck it, and be fine and go on living like nothing happened, but then all of a sudden he'd be like... "FUCK I LOST MY PHONE..." and start ranting. I mean, I totally understand it; that's the reason I opted for the $30 phone instead of buying another $300 one. I've thought about getting the Iphone, but I want to steer clear of that addiction. My boy commen was being pretty crazy though... He was dressed like Barry Bonds. He had stuffed an underarmer with poly-fill, and he had a huge syringe dangling from his neck. It was awesome. He would go up to girls [on camera] and say, 'hey I need a huge favor... just rub my bat' and then he would proceed to convince them to do it. He even got one super hot girl to LICK THE TIP of his foam bat.
So we finally get back to the hotel and one of my friends calls and says he's bringing this girl home. She was a long time friend of his who just happened to be in town. He is cool as shit, and one of the most jealousy free, easy going guys I know. I knew he wouldn't mind me flirting with the girl a little bit. He actually mentioned the next day that he 'loved the rapport I built with her.' She is a mesuse and she planned to sleep at the foot of our bed on her massage table. I ended up getting a massage from her in turn for me giving her one. Pretty cool trade if you ask me. :] The whole room went crazy when I announced... 'Look, don't tell me what to do - I'm going to get you my style of massage, I learned it on the STREETS.' I ended up asking what she liked, and she taught me how to do some really cool shit. Man, I love being 'down for anything.'
After that, there were two hot ass girls staying right next to us. When they came in for the night, my friend who brought the girl home was outside in his boxers... he goes... "How do you like my costume?" they were being bitches so they just said something coy and went inside. They had been really cool earlier in the night, even asking me what I had under my tu-tu, and when I ran into them out on 6th street, the really hot one goes 'Hey! You're in the room next to us!' I locked up and said, 'yeah.' hahahaha... mental note taken. My friend Commen went to their room maybe 30 minutes after they got home. He rings the doorbell and one of them opens the door and said... 'Stop ringing our damn doorbell when we're fucking trying to sleep you fucking asshole.' and then slammed the door in his face. He waited maybe 5 seconds and yells... "Hey, someone down the hall was calling you!" All my boys wanted to do was show the girls a good time; their loss.
Saturday, we went out all day on the UT campus. It was fun. We visited Commen's old classrooms which was nostalgic for him. We also talked to random people a tiny bit. Not as much as we would've liked. We went out that night and had some delicious sushi. After that we went back down to 6th street. We ran into Commen's rich cousin, who got us into a really nice club. This is a key point, because I think that boosted our confidence immediately. The rest of the night we were on fire. Dancing with girls at random clubs, singing "I want it that way" to random girls on camera, the random makeout happened, flirting, battling jabowakees, beat boxing and freestyling... We just had an amazing time. We drove back that night, and Sunday was back to normal. Back to Houston. Back to living with my parents. Back to all the shit I want to change, but can't seem to.
Today is Monday, and I just recieved a text that said 'Hey! What are u doing tonight? I need some pure animal aggression sex lol.'
You've come to the right place sweet heart.
Until next time - - -
P.S.
Speaking of my boys, I love them to death man. The guys I hang around with now, and I'm combining new friends with friends that have stuck around here, are the best. Being around them is really what has taught me to accept everyone. Everyone has their flaws. We are all human. Just love people for who they are and genuinely want the best for them. It's so easy.
So, my boys and I headed to Austin for the huge Halloween party on 6th street. If you've never been before - GO. It is really that simple. I was the tooth fairy, which worked just as I planned it to. Halloween is the one day out of the year that I'm fine with pea-cocking. Plenty of girls were looking which made it really easy to open. The first bar we went to I was on fire. I opened maybe 3 sets, and hooked two of them. The first one that I opened was a 2-set. I immediately brought them over to my friends. My goal was to find girls and practice socializing, and then feed them to my friends. I mean, they need practice talking to new girls too. The plan was working great, until my guys were ready to go to the next bar. As we're leaving I get stopped by a group of girls wanting pictures with the 'only male fairy.' I, of course, gamed them to practice conversation, and before I knew it - I was separated from my friends. Now, if you've been to 6th street, you know it's crazy. And halloween is by far the craziest day of the year... I didn't blame my friends at all, yet they still felt kind of bad about it. It just sucked because my mindset immediately went from 'game girls' to 'find your friends.' This totally blew what little flame I had right out.
I finally get into the next club after 15 minutes of texting my boys and them finally saying 'ok... we're in XXXclub so meet us at the back.' after at least 3-4 texts that said... 'Look for the wolverine claws in the air.' LOL. (Needless to say, I couldn't find the wolverine claws.)
When I get into the second bar, I find out that the $40 cash that I brought with me was gone... I mean, I was wearing a pink tu-tu, so I had no pockets. Granted, I don't drink - so I didn't need the cash to have a good time. After that we went back out to the street and talked to more girls. It was a great time all-in-all, it just sucked because my game was ON at the beginning of the night, and I let my 'reality' kick back in. I guess my reality was 'I need to be around my friends to be comfortable,' and when I was gaming initially, I didn't have that thought on my mind.
As the night continued, plenty of things happened, nothing too notable... Commen lost his phone, which sucks ass because he did the same thing at his birthday... (Well actually, on his birthday a chic straight up stole it from under our noses - AND WE GOT IT ON FILM...) I thought for sure that would put a damper on the evening. It did, but it was off and on. He would all of a sudden say fuck it, and be fine and go on living like nothing happened, but then all of a sudden he'd be like... "FUCK I LOST MY PHONE..." and start ranting. I mean, I totally understand it; that's the reason I opted for the $30 phone instead of buying another $300 one. I've thought about getting the Iphone, but I want to steer clear of that addiction. My boy commen was being pretty crazy though... He was dressed like Barry Bonds. He had stuffed an underarmer with poly-fill, and he had a huge syringe dangling from his neck. It was awesome. He would go up to girls [on camera] and say, 'hey I need a huge favor... just rub my bat' and then he would proceed to convince them to do it. He even got one super hot girl to LICK THE TIP of his foam bat.
So we finally get back to the hotel and one of my friends calls and says he's bringing this girl home. She was a long time friend of his who just happened to be in town. He is cool as shit, and one of the most jealousy free, easy going guys I know. I knew he wouldn't mind me flirting with the girl a little bit. He actually mentioned the next day that he 'loved the rapport I built with her.' She is a mesuse and she planned to sleep at the foot of our bed on her massage table. I ended up getting a massage from her in turn for me giving her one. Pretty cool trade if you ask me. :] The whole room went crazy when I announced... 'Look, don't tell me what to do - I'm going to get you my style of massage, I learned it on the STREETS.' I ended up asking what she liked, and she taught me how to do some really cool shit. Man, I love being 'down for anything.'
After that, there were two hot ass girls staying right next to us. When they came in for the night, my friend who brought the girl home was outside in his boxers... he goes... "How do you like my costume?" they were being bitches so they just said something coy and went inside. They had been really cool earlier in the night, even asking me what I had under my tu-tu, and when I ran into them out on 6th street, the really hot one goes 'Hey! You're in the room next to us!' I locked up and said, 'yeah.' hahahaha... mental note taken. My friend Commen went to their room maybe 30 minutes after they got home. He rings the doorbell and one of them opens the door and said... 'Stop ringing our damn doorbell when we're fucking trying to sleep you fucking asshole.' and then slammed the door in his face. He waited maybe 5 seconds and yells... "Hey, someone down the hall was calling you!" All my boys wanted to do was show the girls a good time; their loss.
Saturday, we went out all day on the UT campus. It was fun. We visited Commen's old classrooms which was nostalgic for him. We also talked to random people a tiny bit. Not as much as we would've liked. We went out that night and had some delicious sushi. After that we went back down to 6th street. We ran into Commen's rich cousin, who got us into a really nice club. This is a key point, because I think that boosted our confidence immediately. The rest of the night we were on fire. Dancing with girls at random clubs, singing "I want it that way" to random girls on camera, the random makeout happened, flirting, battling jabowakees, beat boxing and freestyling... We just had an amazing time. We drove back that night, and Sunday was back to normal. Back to Houston. Back to living with my parents. Back to all the shit I want to change, but can't seem to.
Today is Monday, and I just recieved a text that said 'Hey! What are u doing tonight? I need some pure animal aggression sex lol.'
You've come to the right place sweet heart.
Until next time - - -
P.S.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Hello Hurricane!
So, Houston experienced Hurricane Ike. I went with two of my closest friends to experience it first hand. I guess you could call it 'storm chasing.' That was definitely an experience. It really opened my eyes, and my mind. I have a greater respect for mother nature, I also realize now that the things people fear based on risk alone do not ALWAYS end in a bad way. Actually the percentages of risk involved with a great amount of things are incredibly low. People do things like evacuate cities to ELIMINATE risk. I'm fine with living my life with a little bit of risk. The hurricane helped me understand that.
Also, just the fact that the three of us went, and no one else would go really made me think about who I am (we are.) Either we're really crazy (which I doubt,) or we want to get the most out of life.
So as for game... I've been letting loose a little bit more. I just flirt more now. It's not like 'oh you're sexy' flirting but more like... 'Hey, give me your barret.' She says, 'give me your shirt..' I say, 'nope, the shirt will cost you two barrets.'
Just shit like that to get me talking to more and more women. I really need to start going balls to the wall.
Anyway, Houston is without power (for the most part) and my internet connection has yet to come online. I will definitely be sending updates soon as October is going to be a hell of a month. I haven't really done much to talk about recently. Besides getting back on track with investing/business planning as well as planning to be debt free in under 6 months... And BUYING my own place... I've just been doing a good amount of planning.
Talk soon.
PS
Also, just the fact that the three of us went, and no one else would go really made me think about who I am (we are.) Either we're really crazy (which I doubt,) or we want to get the most out of life.
So as for game... I've been letting loose a little bit more. I just flirt more now. It's not like 'oh you're sexy' flirting but more like... 'Hey, give me your barret.' She says, 'give me your shirt..' I say, 'nope, the shirt will cost you two barrets.'
Just shit like that to get me talking to more and more women. I really need to start going balls to the wall.
Anyway, Houston is without power (for the most part) and my internet connection has yet to come online. I will definitely be sending updates soon as October is going to be a hell of a month. I haven't really done much to talk about recently. Besides getting back on track with investing/business planning as well as planning to be debt free in under 6 months... And BUYING my own place... I've just been doing a good amount of planning.
Talk soon.
PS
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Labor Day Weekend...
All-in-All I guess you could say my Labor Day weekend was fun. It went sour toward the end, but the days leading up to that were great. I'm going to recap Thursday through Tuesday... so enjoy...
Thursday...
...was spent at a Happy Hour with some Co-workers... That was fun.. I played some pool... then left. I feel like this is a part of my life I don't have under control yet, so I don't try and do the whole PU thing in front of co-workers/family/friends/ people who don't know this side of me. When they see it, I want it to shock them. Like, I didn't know he had it in him! Not like, wow... Look, he just got rejected by that girl. (Fear of rejection? First of the girl rejecting me, then second of the friends/family seeing the girl reject me!! Crazy realization.)
After that I went to hang out with EXBaby... She called me while I was at the happy hour to talk about her relationship. She kept hinting that I should come over, but I didn't push for it... Well 5 minutes later a mutual friend of ours calls me and says she's heading over to EXBaby's place. So, now I'm on my way! I see this as a huge opportunity to make her want me. Even if I'm not going to follow through with anything, it's a great feeling to be wanted. Especially by a girl who totally fucked me over in the past.
We hang out... I tell her to rub my back. She refuses. Then I freeze out and she complies. She does that then stops... I look at her like 'you're not done' so she continues. I ask for a tour, she says no... I do something, and she complies. I forget how I handled it - I might edit if I remember it.
Long story short. Nothing Happened. She is a married woman - I respect the sanctity of marriage, for now, so I'm not going to mess with it.
That's that... I left at the peak of the night, when we were having the most fun...
Friday...
...Went to some local pubs to hang out... I didn't do much opening... actually I don't think I did any opening... I've kindof gone back into my shell. I've noticed that the whole 'knowing people at the venue who don't know what I'm doing' thing keeps me from acting how I want to. It's almost as though I have this certain persona built up that exists to everyone who knows me... and even though I'm changing, I'm afraid to show them the work I'm putting into it. It's like I only want them to see the finished product.
After that I went to an afterparty with Commentator... We hung out, played some rockband (1st time ever)... and then left. It was fun, I didn't know anyone there... but it was fun regardless, and there were no single chics.
Saturday...
...I went out with a friend to X-bar which is a cool place for rocker type people. We had fun there... I was actually opening... I ran a digital camera routine.. You know.. where you offer to take their picture then take a picture of yourself and some people around you, and then FINALLY of the group. Well I did that... and then I actually leaned in and took a picture of me with the group. I gave them the camera back and took off. We were there with a few friends, and I was being a little vagina when it came to opening (what's new?) so I didn't make THAT much progress. I did get a little bit more comfortable in some areas though. After that we went to a crappy bar (which reminds me of EX-Stupid - she took me there on my 21st.), and I practice conversation skills with people I already knew. I was just working on keeping the conversation going.
Sunday...
... I spent 3 hours playing football with some friends. That was a blast... the food I ate before playing football, however, was not. Well I guess it was... It all came up at 5 in the morning.
So I played football in the near 100-degree heat for 3 hours... It was a great workout, but I felt like shit afterward. I still wanted to go out though... I had Monday and Tuesday off from work, and this was my second to last day to go out (plus it was Labor Day.) I found a cool 'white attire' party at a local club, so I told Commentator. He was down to role and we had a back-up venue just incase we couldn't get in. We get there aroun 10:30 and the place is dead. He and I sat around and had awesome deep conversation for a while. We even got so deep to look at our outfits and go... 'I'm not this guy.' but then minutes later say, damn I look good... haha... I was seriously feeling like shit all night, so I wasn't opening a damn thing. Now don't get me wrong, I hate excuses more than anyone, but I can admit that I am still overcoming AA and the sickness didn't help with it. He opened maybe 4-5 sets... he actually got really good responses when he did. We left pretty early (around 2) and I was home by 2:30. I went directly to sleep... I woke up at 5am and ran to the restroom (I don't drink) and HURLED. I mean... I was hugging the toilet for a good 5 minutes. Everything that was not yet digested came up. I'm no doctor so I'm not guessing what made me sick... but, 'fluids and rest' cure everything. I cleaned up and started drinking fluids, and sleeping.
Monday...
... Consisted of sleeping until about 10pm watching an hours worth of David D's 'Approaching Women in Bars & Clubs...' Then watching 'The Bank Job' then going back to sleep.
Tuesday... I felt better and went out to run errands. Went to the school to sign up for classes. Plenty of girls there - I did N-o-t-h-i-n-g ... What the hell? Really? Yeah... I did nothing. In my defense against myself, I was still feeling really light headed and I was having cold sweats, even just standing in line... So I was in no shape to be hollering. That night I went out with a good old friend... He is probably the guy I've been close to for the longest period of time...
Now... I know I mentioned that I practice conversation with people... but there is no harm done in working on yourself in the interactions you have. The people who stick around me the longest get to know the real me. The others, well they don't really care what I think of them do they?
Thursday...
...was spent at a Happy Hour with some Co-workers... That was fun.. I played some pool... then left. I feel like this is a part of my life I don't have under control yet, so I don't try and do the whole PU thing in front of co-workers/family/friends/ people who don't know this side of me. When they see it, I want it to shock them. Like, I didn't know he had it in him! Not like, wow... Look, he just got rejected by that girl. (Fear of rejection? First of the girl rejecting me, then second of the friends/family seeing the girl reject me!! Crazy realization.)
After that I went to hang out with EXBaby... She called me while I was at the happy hour to talk about her relationship. She kept hinting that I should come over, but I didn't push for it... Well 5 minutes later a mutual friend of ours calls me and says she's heading over to EXBaby's place. So, now I'm on my way! I see this as a huge opportunity to make her want me. Even if I'm not going to follow through with anything, it's a great feeling to be wanted. Especially by a girl who totally fucked me over in the past.
We hang out... I tell her to rub my back. She refuses. Then I freeze out and she complies. She does that then stops... I look at her like 'you're not done' so she continues. I ask for a tour, she says no... I do something, and she complies. I forget how I handled it - I might edit if I remember it.
Long story short. Nothing Happened. She is a married woman - I respect the sanctity of marriage, for now, so I'm not going to mess with it.
That's that... I left at the peak of the night, when we were having the most fun...
Friday...
...Went to some local pubs to hang out... I didn't do much opening... actually I don't think I did any opening... I've kindof gone back into my shell. I've noticed that the whole 'knowing people at the venue who don't know what I'm doing' thing keeps me from acting how I want to. It's almost as though I have this certain persona built up that exists to everyone who knows me... and even though I'm changing, I'm afraid to show them the work I'm putting into it. It's like I only want them to see the finished product.
After that I went to an afterparty with Commentator... We hung out, played some rockband (1st time ever)... and then left. It was fun, I didn't know anyone there... but it was fun regardless, and there were no single chics.
Saturday...
...I went out with a friend to X-bar which is a cool place for rocker type people. We had fun there... I was actually opening... I ran a digital camera routine.. You know.. where you offer to take their picture then take a picture of yourself and some people around you, and then FINALLY of the group. Well I did that... and then I actually leaned in and took a picture of me with the group. I gave them the camera back and took off. We were there with a few friends, and I was being a little vagina when it came to opening (what's new?) so I didn't make THAT much progress. I did get a little bit more comfortable in some areas though. After that we went to a crappy bar (which reminds me of EX-Stupid - she took me there on my 21st.), and I practice conversation skills with people I already knew. I was just working on keeping the conversation going.
Sunday...
... I spent 3 hours playing football with some friends. That was a blast... the food I ate before playing football, however, was not. Well I guess it was... It all came up at 5 in the morning.
So I played football in the near 100-degree heat for 3 hours... It was a great workout, but I felt like shit afterward. I still wanted to go out though... I had Monday and Tuesday off from work, and this was my second to last day to go out (plus it was Labor Day.) I found a cool 'white attire' party at a local club, so I told Commentator. He was down to role and we had a back-up venue just incase we couldn't get in. We get there aroun 10:30 and the place is dead. He and I sat around and had awesome deep conversation for a while. We even got so deep to look at our outfits and go... 'I'm not this guy.' but then minutes later say, damn I look good... haha... I was seriously feeling like shit all night, so I wasn't opening a damn thing. Now don't get me wrong, I hate excuses more than anyone, but I can admit that I am still overcoming AA and the sickness didn't help with it. He opened maybe 4-5 sets... he actually got really good responses when he did. We left pretty early (around 2) and I was home by 2:30. I went directly to sleep... I woke up at 5am and ran to the restroom (I don't drink) and HURLED. I mean... I was hugging the toilet for a good 5 minutes. Everything that was not yet digested came up. I'm no doctor so I'm not guessing what made me sick... but, 'fluids and rest' cure everything. I cleaned up and started drinking fluids, and sleeping.
Monday...
... Consisted of sleeping until about 10pm watching an hours worth of David D's 'Approaching Women in Bars & Clubs...' Then watching 'The Bank Job' then going back to sleep.
Tuesday... I felt better and went out to run errands. Went to the school to sign up for classes. Plenty of girls there - I did N-o-t-h-i-n-g ... What the hell? Really? Yeah... I did nothing. In my defense against myself, I was still feeling really light headed and I was having cold sweats, even just standing in line... So I was in no shape to be hollering. That night I went out with a good old friend... He is probably the guy I've been close to for the longest period of time...
Now... I know I mentioned that I practice conversation with people... but there is no harm done in working on yourself in the interactions you have. The people who stick around me the longest get to know the real me. The others, well they don't really care what I think of them do they?
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