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?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Quick update!
My last blog was about Saturday night, so let me break down the days since then.
Sunday night I took AFCIndia and Sweden out to a strip club. I have a friend who works there (as a waitress) so she invited me to come hang out. It was fun. I was practicing stripper game, and it was working. The whole night one of my ex-girlfriends was text messaging me...
EXbaby: Hey lover
PS: Hey you. Sorry I didn't make it by last night :-P
EXbaby: It's okay I lived. What you doin?
PS: I'm going to take the sweed out again, lol. Ill make it earlier tonight honey.
EXbaby: Thanks babe. What are yall doing tonight?
PS: We are doing Stripclub :)
EXbaby: Oh God.
PS: Yeah... I'm a chauffeur
EXbaby: Sure. Why are you going there when you have me, baby? ;)
PS: Well you haven't been taking care of me lately
EXbaby: That's cuz you wouldn't even let me if i tried.
PS: How do you know?
EXbaby: Cuz you told me. You told everybody. Not yet at least.
PS: Yep til october
EXbaby: That's not too long from now. But you wouldn't want me "taking" your virginity twice. You already told me that too. So I guess someone else will be taking care of you, huh?
EXbaby: Stripclub must be pretty intense. You forgot about me!
PS: Girls think I have money for them. Couldn't be further from the truth. As for the 'someone else taking it' comment... I can't predict the future
EXbaby: I guess we'll just see what happens. Things have been really hard for me lately. Thanks for always being you. I'm going to sleep. Good night love. Be safe!
PS: Yeah. I'll see you soon darling. Just know that life will work itself out. Goodnight.
... And then I get another text from a different Ex-girlfriend...
ExStupid: I must say it made me a little sad when I didn't even get a happy birthday from you.
Um... Why would I give her a "Happy Birthday?" I know she spent her B-day getting trashed and gang banged.. Will my Birthday wishes really make it that much better? Lol. I'm the type of person who has to distance myself very far away for quite some time once a relationship dies. Just like with EXbaby (my first serious girlfriend) I didn't talk to her for about a year after we finally broke up. I mean, no contact what-so-ever. And I'm enjoying that with ExStupid. The thing with her is, I don't think I would even want to talk to her in a year or so - she's so stupid and has so many mental issues, I just can't stand it. So I guess that's why I didn't respond to her.
Alright, back to the night... We're flirting with strippers all night, talking to guys, having a good time. So AFCIndia and Sweden get plastered and spend about 190 on drinks alone (between the two of them!) We didn't get ANY dances from any girls... Sweden broke pushed some bottles off of the table on the patio, which caused a big scene. Then he tried to fight some big guy, and I had to talk him out of it. It was ridiculous. Then he grabbed the hottest stripper in the place around the neck and started pulling her into the corner. I grabbed him and pushed him away and then put my arm around her...
PS: Bro, this is my girlfriend.
Sweed: Really?
PS: Yes dude, this is my down ass bitch.
HBStripper: Yeah, he doesn't like anyone knowing - we like to keep our life together separate from what I do here, but you just fucked that up!
Sweed: Okay, so it's your girlfriend then? Okay, so no touch?
PS: No dude, she's off limits... this is my ass. I'm taking this home tonight and fucking the shit out of her. [looks at Stripper with a smile]
HBStripper: Yeah he's going to fuck the shit out of me when he gets home.
Sweed walks away.
HBStripper: Thank you so much! Oh my God, you saved my life!
PS: Well, I had to do something... I'm showing him around town and I don't want him ending up in jail on my watch.
We talk about random shit, and then she kicks Sweed in the back of the leg. I look at her real serious like and tell her that if she keeps flirting with my friends, I'm going to go fuck a few of her friends. She gets this shocked look on her face! She was loving it. I didn't #close or anything because, well, she's a stripper and I don't feel like putting in that kind of work. (I would have to keep it alive for a month or so until my celibacy is up)... So, I might go back in a few months and get on that. :]
I finally dropped the guys off at about 4am and I went home to get up for work at 6:30... Suck.
I've been recovering the past two days. I've been text messaging cuties to keep the convo alive, but I'm still not feeling 'spending my time hanging out with girls.' I think it's because I'm not genuinely interested in these girls, and I don't want to spend time without fucking... and I can't fuck right now.
Oh the beauty of being me.
Oh, btw, I don't drink/smoke and I have a very strong opinion on the matter. I would never judge you/reprimand you for your actions, but if you ask me how I feel about it I'll be straight up. Commentator gave me my name, because he thinks I'm a walking PSA. He does smoke and occasionally drinks, so when we talk about it the conversation usually ends with him saying... 'holy shit man, I don't even want to do this shit anymore...' Jokingly, of course.
-Public Service
Sunday night I took AFCIndia and Sweden out to a strip club. I have a friend who works there (as a waitress) so she invited me to come hang out. It was fun. I was practicing stripper game, and it was working. The whole night one of my ex-girlfriends was text messaging me...
EXbaby: Hey lover
PS: Hey you. Sorry I didn't make it by last night :-P
EXbaby: It's okay I lived. What you doin?
PS: I'm going to take the sweed out again, lol. Ill make it earlier tonight honey.
EXbaby: Thanks babe. What are yall doing tonight?
PS: We are doing Stripclub :)
EXbaby: Oh God.
PS: Yeah... I'm a chauffeur
EXbaby: Sure. Why are you going there when you have me, baby? ;)
PS: Well you haven't been taking care of me lately
EXbaby: That's cuz you wouldn't even let me if i tried.
PS: How do you know?
EXbaby: Cuz you told me. You told everybody. Not yet at least.
PS: Yep til october
EXbaby: That's not too long from now. But you wouldn't want me "taking" your virginity twice. You already told me that too. So I guess someone else will be taking care of you, huh?
EXbaby: Stripclub must be pretty intense. You forgot about me!
PS: Girls think I have money for them. Couldn't be further from the truth. As for the 'someone else taking it' comment... I can't predict the future
EXbaby: I guess we'll just see what happens. Things have been really hard for me lately. Thanks for always being you. I'm going to sleep. Good night love. Be safe!
PS: Yeah. I'll see you soon darling. Just know that life will work itself out. Goodnight.
... And then I get another text from a different Ex-girlfriend...
ExStupid: I must say it made me a little sad when I didn't even get a happy birthday from you.
Um... Why would I give her a "Happy Birthday?" I know she spent her B-day getting trashed and gang banged.. Will my Birthday wishes really make it that much better? Lol. I'm the type of person who has to distance myself very far away for quite some time once a relationship dies. Just like with EXbaby (my first serious girlfriend) I didn't talk to her for about a year after we finally broke up. I mean, no contact what-so-ever. And I'm enjoying that with ExStupid. The thing with her is, I don't think I would even want to talk to her in a year or so - she's so stupid and has so many mental issues, I just can't stand it. So I guess that's why I didn't respond to her.
Alright, back to the night... We're flirting with strippers all night, talking to guys, having a good time. So AFCIndia and Sweden get plastered and spend about 190 on drinks alone (between the two of them!) We didn't get ANY dances from any girls... Sweden broke pushed some bottles off of the table on the patio, which caused a big scene. Then he tried to fight some big guy, and I had to talk him out of it. It was ridiculous. Then he grabbed the hottest stripper in the place around the neck and started pulling her into the corner. I grabbed him and pushed him away and then put my arm around her...
PS: Bro, this is my girlfriend.
Sweed: Really?
PS: Yes dude, this is my down ass bitch.
HBStripper: Yeah, he doesn't like anyone knowing - we like to keep our life together separate from what I do here, but you just fucked that up!
Sweed: Okay, so it's your girlfriend then? Okay, so no touch?
PS: No dude, she's off limits... this is my ass. I'm taking this home tonight and fucking the shit out of her. [looks at Stripper with a smile]
HBStripper: Yeah he's going to fuck the shit out of me when he gets home.
Sweed walks away.
HBStripper: Thank you so much! Oh my God, you saved my life!
PS: Well, I had to do something... I'm showing him around town and I don't want him ending up in jail on my watch.
We talk about random shit, and then she kicks Sweed in the back of the leg. I look at her real serious like and tell her that if she keeps flirting with my friends, I'm going to go fuck a few of her friends. She gets this shocked look on her face! She was loving it. I didn't #close or anything because, well, she's a stripper and I don't feel like putting in that kind of work. (I would have to keep it alive for a month or so until my celibacy is up)... So, I might go back in a few months and get on that. :]
I finally dropped the guys off at about 4am and I went home to get up for work at 6:30... Suck.
I've been recovering the past two days. I've been text messaging cuties to keep the convo alive, but I'm still not feeling 'spending my time hanging out with girls.' I think it's because I'm not genuinely interested in these girls, and I don't want to spend time without fucking... and I can't fuck right now.
Oh the beauty of being me.
Oh, btw, I don't drink/smoke and I have a very strong opinion on the matter. I would never judge you/reprimand you for your actions, but if you ask me how I feel about it I'll be straight up. Commentator gave me my name, because he thinks I'm a walking PSA. He does smoke and occasionally drinks, so when we talk about it the conversation usually ends with him saying... 'holy shit man, I don't even want to do this shit anymore...' Jokingly, of course.
-Public Service
Sunday, August 24, 2008
A huge summary.
So how do I explain the happenings of a night that started at 8pm and ended at 6:30am. I'll just break it down the best I can.
The pre-night was spent watching some Olympic Table tennis with The Commentator (Commen)... We both fell asleep for different reasons. I had been out with customers all week, he had been in La. for business. I woke up to find he was still sleeping so I figured it was best that I take off. The man needed his rest.
I leave and head to Bookstore. I go with the intention of opening up women. I just want to get over the nervousness, you know? Nothing happens. A hot 30 something who was in the 'Sci-Fi' section even came over to look at 'Bathroom Remodeling' right next to me. IOI? I think so. What was she planning on doing, having an X-Files bathtub? Right.
Anyway... Then I head to McDonald's. I was going through the Drive-Thru but then realized that's anti-social. I go inside and place my order. Just then HBhippie (7.5) comes through the door. We lock eyes and she smiles. I smile back and look away. Now, if body language shows anything to a woman.. She thought I was a total pussy. I turned away and looked down. What a pansy!
She comes up to take her order and once she's done I say... and check this shit out, it is GOLD. Like, I'm going to make a big seminar about my openers because they are killer.
PS: Long day, huh?
HBhippie: Yeah (real nervous like) I woke up this morning and did pilates, Then went to the racetrack with my uncle... then...
So we continued chatting until the McDonald's guy said.. "Um sir, your food is ready." (Once again I look like a DORK. But, I maintain my posture - so fake it till you make it brothers.
She grabs her food first and goes to sit down. I casually stroll by and she says...
HB: Hey, you can sit with me!
PS: Oh, you'd like some company then?
HB: Yes!
PS: Did you bring you baby today? (pulling away the high-chair)
HB: [laughs]
We talk about how much she loves the outdoors and weed, and how she is on break from work. I eat my food and tell her plenty of stories, including how I was at my friends and fell asleep and that was why I looked high. (I thought of a good line for if a guy ever makes fun of your hair... laugh it off and say, 'Dude I wake up with better hair than you.') She finishes her food and the following conversation ensues...
PS: You probably need to be getting back to work!
HB: Yeah, I'm already 5 minutes late...
PS: Well, here give m-me your n-nu-number and I'll call you sometime to hang out.
HB: Awesome, 713, I like how you just picked me up in McDonald's.
PS: Hey, I had no intention of doing that... You're the one that picked me up, remember? "Hey, you can sit down with me [smile]"
HB: Haha.. you're right, 713-xxx-xxxx...
PS: Okay cool, I'll see you soon then... Oh wait, let me call you so you'll know my number...
HB: Yeah that would be good!
PS: There you go...
HB: I hope to see you soon! I'm always working at X-place so you should stop by anytime.
---now the night begins... Go get popcorn now, because this shit is the sequal to chapters 1, 2, and 3 of 'The Game.' Except the following is not elaborated in any way shape or form. (And I'm only kidding - There is no action below, only progress)
The night started off going to a friends house. An ex of mine who is recently (un-happily) married with a child was there. I figured, why not swing by and show her what she's missing. I walk in and there are six people on the back patio. I say hello to all of them, including the GF's of the two guys... and then continue entertaining the group with stories. I was there for maybe 30 mins... I talk to my ex about how I had this intensely sexual dream about her a couple of nights ago, and ended the dream with.. '...and that was really weird.' She said, "Why you don't have dreams like that usually?" and I said... "Not with you." ;) More people arrive and, out of the blue like I love to do I say... "Alright I'm out!" and immediately make my rounds, say my farewells and hit the road.
Now, I'm off to pick up AFCIndia and Sweden. Sweden is the son of AFCIndia's friend (another Indian guy who happens to be like 48 years old, and an asshole, and a millionaire). For some reason rich people are usually very confident. I pick up Sweden and AFCIndia and we head out. I'm not going to get into details of how we warmed up to each other, but social people can be social - even if they are only faking it.. (me).
By the time we get to the club we're all the best of friends. We walk in and immediately Sweden has his Ray-Ban's on. I'm impressed with his 'not-giving-a-fuck' attitude. Makes me open up more. I start chatting with random people. Mostly about how Sweden is dancing really weird. They love it, and I tell them that's how people do it in Sweden. He's only here for 7 days, so he's going to have fun. That club ended up being pretty lame. We talked to a few girls, one opened AFCIndia with 'Hey, I'm going to have my smoke break with you guys!' He didn't see this as an IOI because he has no idea what the hell an IOI was. In order not to blow him out, I leaned way back and had horrible body language. I would lean up and whisper things in his ear like... 'Dude, lean back.', 'Talk quiet so she has to struggle to hear you and she'll get closer.'. and 'Don't laugh so fucking loud - you're scaring her.' Basically she wanted his jock, it might be because he has a masters degree and she's a single 30yr old female, but whatever the reason... She did. Oh, and he's a super nice guy.
[Sometime during this I receive a text from HBhippie: Hey, it was really good having a quick dinner with you! Come check out X-place (where she works) any time!!!]
Next we go to an after-hours club. When we walk in there is an HB9 right in front of us. She isn't model hott, or stripper hott, she is like - beautiful girl falling in love in a chic flick hott. So, I'm standing behind her wondering how to open and Sweden reaches up and slightly tugs on her hair. She turns around and looks at all of us... She kind-of locks eyes with me, and so I smile. She gives a tiny smile and turns away. Now, I don't like using gimmicks like that to open girls. It's too playful for me. But since she thinks I tugged her hair, I went with it.
PS: Hey, there was a bug in your hair, the least you can do is thank me.
HBChicFlick: Oh really? Thanks then. (with a smile like, 'I'm not buying it')
Sweden: Hello, what is your name?
HBChicFlick: HBChicFlick:
Sweden: Hello, I am Sweden. You are very beautiful ChicFlick.
HBChicFlick: [turns body language away and shakes her head]
PS: [leans in and puts my mouth right by her ear] But that doesn't explain why the bugs are chasing you...
HBChicFlick: [Laughs] turns full body language to me.
PS: Hey, do you know how to dance?
HBChicFlick: I dunno, why?
PS: Well, I'm hoping to learn tonight and I think since we're friends I would feel comfortable with you teaching me.
HBChicFlick: Good one...
PS: Oh, so you think it's a line? Look I really can't dance... [start faking like I can't dance]
HBChicFlick: [Laughs] that looked good to me.
PS: Well hey, when you're tired of all the losers in there, come find me and we'll dance.
--- needless to say that never happened. You have to LEAD. If you give them the option they will not choose what you want.
I showed the guys around the club... talked with random people... Got on the big stage and danced with Sweden... (danced stupid, not sexy - but just to entertain)
I opened a group outside by saying... "hey is anyone sitting here?"
Group: No
PS: Okay cool [waving over Sweden and AFCIndia] Sweden grab that chair and pull it over.
PS [To group]: Now we are going to have a very inappropriate conversation, so please don't eavesdrop!
Group: Laugh laugh laugh...
I would go through details of how the conversation went, but it would take too long. Basically I just entertained them for about 30 minutes and then left abruptly to meet with AFCIndia and Sweden. I could've easily had the #close on any one of the three girls. I'm not going for that though, I just want to socialize man! Also, this is how I know that AFCIndia is nice... one girl mention him as... 'Oh, I can't remember his name either! The nice guy that was sitting next to you a minute ago...' Key thing - if you want to leave a memorable impression on a girl, have her spell out your name.
Girl: I can't remember your name!
PS: Oh good, I can remember yours.... __[Insert totally wrong name]___
Girl: Ugh, no way!
PS: Okay, my name is Public Service. How do you spell that?
Girl: P-U-B-L-I-C S-E-R-V-I-C-E
PS: Good, what's my name?
Girl: Public Service
PS: How do you spell it? [repeat sequence until she is JUST about to get annoyed. maybe 2-3 times...
Girl: Ugh, are we having a pop quiz later?
PS: Yeah, but don't worry you'll pass now!
After that, we went to some 'Jamaican club with lots of liquor and women.' When we get there, most of the women had just left leaving the bar owners wife and the obese bartender. Yeay. I was the only white guy - there were probably 30 Jamaican dudes... but hey, I'm from houston where ethnicity means about as much as shoe size. No one cares. Finally I drop off Sweden and AFCIndia.
I wake up this morning to realize my car has been keyed. Bless the unfortunate soul who did such a thing. It will cost me a pretty penny to fix, but it will cost him a lifetime of failure due to bad vibes.
-Public Service
The pre-night was spent watching some Olympic Table tennis with The Commentator (Commen)... We both fell asleep for different reasons. I had been out with customers all week, he had been in La. for business. I woke up to find he was still sleeping so I figured it was best that I take off. The man needed his rest.
I leave and head to Bookstore. I go with the intention of opening up women. I just want to get over the nervousness, you know? Nothing happens. A hot 30 something who was in the 'Sci-Fi' section even came over to look at 'Bathroom Remodeling' right next to me. IOI? I think so. What was she planning on doing, having an X-Files bathtub? Right.
Anyway... Then I head to McDonald's. I was going through the Drive-Thru but then realized that's anti-social. I go inside and place my order. Just then HBhippie (7.5) comes through the door. We lock eyes and she smiles. I smile back and look away. Now, if body language shows anything to a woman.. She thought I was a total pussy. I turned away and looked down. What a pansy!
She comes up to take her order and once she's done I say... and check this shit out, it is GOLD. Like, I'm going to make a big seminar about my openers because they are killer.
PS: Long day, huh?
HBhippie: Yeah (real nervous like) I woke up this morning and did pilates, Then went to the racetrack with my uncle... then...
So we continued chatting until the McDonald's guy said.. "Um sir, your food is ready." (Once again I look like a DORK. But, I maintain my posture - so fake it till you make it brothers.
She grabs her food first and goes to sit down. I casually stroll by and she says...
HB: Hey, you can sit with me!
PS: Oh, you'd like some company then?
HB: Yes!
PS: Did you bring you baby today? (pulling away the high-chair)
HB: [laughs]
We talk about how much she loves the outdoors and weed, and how she is on break from work. I eat my food and tell her plenty of stories, including how I was at my friends and fell asleep and that was why I looked high. (I thought of a good line for if a guy ever makes fun of your hair... laugh it off and say, 'Dude I wake up with better hair than you.') She finishes her food and the following conversation ensues...
PS: You probably need to be getting back to work!
HB: Yeah, I'm already 5 minutes late...
PS: Well, here give m-me your n-nu-number and I'll call you sometime to hang out.
HB: Awesome, 713, I like how you just picked me up in McDonald's.
PS: Hey, I had no intention of doing that... You're the one that picked me up, remember? "Hey, you can sit down with me [smile]"
HB: Haha.. you're right, 713-xxx-xxxx...
PS: Okay cool, I'll see you soon then... Oh wait, let me call you so you'll know my number...
HB: Yeah that would be good!
PS: There you go...
HB: I hope to see you soon! I'm always working at X-place so you should stop by anytime.
---now the night begins... Go get popcorn now, because this shit is the sequal to chapters 1, 2, and 3 of 'The Game.' Except the following is not elaborated in any way shape or form. (And I'm only kidding - There is no action below, only progress)
The night started off going to a friends house. An ex of mine who is recently (un-happily) married with a child was there. I figured, why not swing by and show her what she's missing. I walk in and there are six people on the back patio. I say hello to all of them, including the GF's of the two guys... and then continue entertaining the group with stories. I was there for maybe 30 mins... I talk to my ex about how I had this intensely sexual dream about her a couple of nights ago, and ended the dream with.. '...and that was really weird.' She said, "Why you don't have dreams like that usually?" and I said... "Not with you." ;) More people arrive and, out of the blue like I love to do I say... "Alright I'm out!" and immediately make my rounds, say my farewells and hit the road.
Now, I'm off to pick up AFCIndia and Sweden. Sweden is the son of AFCIndia's friend (another Indian guy who happens to be like 48 years old, and an asshole, and a millionaire). For some reason rich people are usually very confident. I pick up Sweden and AFCIndia and we head out. I'm not going to get into details of how we warmed up to each other, but social people can be social - even if they are only faking it.. (me).
By the time we get to the club we're all the best of friends. We walk in and immediately Sweden has his Ray-Ban's on. I'm impressed with his 'not-giving-a-fuck' attitude. Makes me open up more. I start chatting with random people. Mostly about how Sweden is dancing really weird. They love it, and I tell them that's how people do it in Sweden. He's only here for 7 days, so he's going to have fun. That club ended up being pretty lame. We talked to a few girls, one opened AFCIndia with 'Hey, I'm going to have my smoke break with you guys!' He didn't see this as an IOI because he has no idea what the hell an IOI was. In order not to blow him out, I leaned way back and had horrible body language. I would lean up and whisper things in his ear like... 'Dude, lean back.', 'Talk quiet so she has to struggle to hear you and she'll get closer.'. and 'Don't laugh so fucking loud - you're scaring her.' Basically she wanted his jock, it might be because he has a masters degree and she's a single 30yr old female, but whatever the reason... She did. Oh, and he's a super nice guy.
[Sometime during this I receive a text from HBhippie: Hey, it was really good having a quick dinner with you! Come check out X-place (where she works) any time!!!]
Next we go to an after-hours club. When we walk in there is an HB9 right in front of us. She isn't model hott, or stripper hott, she is like - beautiful girl falling in love in a chic flick hott. So, I'm standing behind her wondering how to open and Sweden reaches up and slightly tugs on her hair. She turns around and looks at all of us... She kind-of locks eyes with me, and so I smile. She gives a tiny smile and turns away. Now, I don't like using gimmicks like that to open girls. It's too playful for me. But since she thinks I tugged her hair, I went with it.
PS: Hey, there was a bug in your hair, the least you can do is thank me.
HBChicFlick: Oh really? Thanks then. (with a smile like, 'I'm not buying it')
Sweden: Hello, what is your name?
HBChicFlick: HBChicFlick:
Sweden: Hello, I am Sweden. You are very beautiful ChicFlick.
HBChicFlick: [turns body language away and shakes her head]
PS: [leans in and puts my mouth right by her ear] But that doesn't explain why the bugs are chasing you...
HBChicFlick: [Laughs] turns full body language to me.
PS: Hey, do you know how to dance?
HBChicFlick: I dunno, why?
PS: Well, I'm hoping to learn tonight and I think since we're friends I would feel comfortable with you teaching me.
HBChicFlick: Good one...
PS: Oh, so you think it's a line? Look I really can't dance... [start faking like I can't dance]
HBChicFlick: [Laughs] that looked good to me.
PS: Well hey, when you're tired of all the losers in there, come find me and we'll dance.
--- needless to say that never happened. You have to LEAD. If you give them the option they will not choose what you want.
I showed the guys around the club... talked with random people... Got on the big stage and danced with Sweden... (danced stupid, not sexy - but just to entertain)
I opened a group outside by saying... "hey is anyone sitting here?"
Group: No
PS: Okay cool [waving over Sweden and AFCIndia] Sweden grab that chair and pull it over.
PS [To group]: Now we are going to have a very inappropriate conversation, so please don't eavesdrop!
Group: Laugh laugh laugh...
I would go through details of how the conversation went, but it would take too long. Basically I just entertained them for about 30 minutes and then left abruptly to meet with AFCIndia and Sweden. I could've easily had the #close on any one of the three girls. I'm not going for that though, I just want to socialize man! Also, this is how I know that AFCIndia is nice... one girl mention him as... 'Oh, I can't remember his name either! The nice guy that was sitting next to you a minute ago...' Key thing - if you want to leave a memorable impression on a girl, have her spell out your name.
Girl: I can't remember your name!
PS: Oh good, I can remember yours.... __[Insert totally wrong name]___
Girl: Ugh, no way!
PS: Okay, my name is Public Service. How do you spell that?
Girl: P-U-B-L-I-C S-E-R-V-I-C-E
PS: Good, what's my name?
Girl: Public Service
PS: How do you spell it? [repeat sequence until she is JUST about to get annoyed. maybe 2-3 times...
Girl: Ugh, are we having a pop quiz later?
PS: Yeah, but don't worry you'll pass now!
After that, we went to some 'Jamaican club with lots of liquor and women.' When we get there, most of the women had just left leaving the bar owners wife and the obese bartender. Yeay. I was the only white guy - there were probably 30 Jamaican dudes... but hey, I'm from houston where ethnicity means about as much as shoe size. No one cares. Finally I drop off Sweden and AFCIndia.
I wake up this morning to realize my car has been keyed. Bless the unfortunate soul who did such a thing. It will cost me a pretty penny to fix, but it will cost him a lifetime of failure due to bad vibes.
-Public Service
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The benefit concert...
Last night I went to a benefit concert for a deceased friend. Whenever I go to this type of thing I can usually rest assured knowing that I will run into people I know. Last night was no different.
I arrived with my friend (AFCIndia) and immediately I started chatting up the people that I knew. I'm not great at cold approach, but I figured the best way to get there is to get REALLY good at warm approach. I read somewhere that if you spend the first 20 minutes in set, you'll be locked in for the night. This is the truth. India kept wanting to grab a bite to eat, but I kept putting it off to talk to more people.
I went to ask an UG waitress if they were still serving food. She was rude. When the band started AFCIndia and I sat down to eat. Another friend of mine arrived then and I invited him to eat with us. Just then a cute, short, hispanic waitress came up to our table...
PS: Hey, are you the nice waitress?
HBWaitress: No, I'm the rude one.
PS: Oh, so I guess that must be standard training around here. "Don't be nice to the customers."
HBWaitress: No, It's just the customers don't treat us right... why, who was mean to you?
I explain to her how the other waitress was rude, when I simply wanted to know 1) If smoking was allowed on the patio and 2) If they were still serving food.
PS: ...but you better be nice; I'm the exception, I know how to treat people the right way!
HB: [laughs] drinks?
So we eat, and I'm constantly flirting with her... a little push pull I guess you could say. When she comes back one time I tell her to sit down with us. I ask her what she would like to drink. It was very playful. I introduce her to my two friends, but not myself... and in doing that find her name.
My buddy pays the bill, because where he's from you take care of EVERYONE. Haha. We get up and start watching the band. I'm still chatting up the 15-20 people I know there, at random intervals, and just then I see my fellow PUA's.
I hadn't seen them in about a week and a half, and one of them wasn't supposed to be showing up. He told me... "Dude, You know I went to school with all of these people... and You, other PUA, and Friend 1 are the ONLY people I feel comfortable around? Fuck everyone else man..."
Just then I realized what I had been doing. I was gaming everyone... It was awesome. They thought I was there to be social with them, but I wasn't. I was there to 1) Celebrate the life of a great person who passed, and 2) Practice my social skills in a semi-controlled setting. Granted, I did truly enjoy chatting with these people from my past, and I really did make some connections. But, that wasn't the intent.
I guess going in for your motive will help you out as long as you let reality happen as well.
As we were closing out, I asked HBWaitress what she did outside of work...
HBWaitress: Nothing, just hang out with friends.
PS: So, do you enjoy live music?
HBWaitress: Yes, I love all kinds of music.
PS: Cool, I go to shows very often...
--- break---
PS: Do you party a lot?
HBWaitress: Nope.
PS: I do, but I don't drink.
HBWaitress: Bullshit! You're lying...
PS: Ask India!
HBWaitress(to India): Does he drink?
AFCIndia: No, he is a very good guy. No drinking, No smoking.
HBWaitress(to me): Oh, well I drink a lot. This would never work out.
PS: Huh? I have plenty of friends that drink... Do you not see that India is double fisting Dos Equis?
Anyway, after that I let it die a bit. It's hard to stay motivated when you know you're not going to get in that for a month or so. Whatever, it was good practice, and my AFC friends were impressed. Hopefully that means I'm acting far from an AFC.
-Public Service
I arrived with my friend (AFCIndia) and immediately I started chatting up the people that I knew. I'm not great at cold approach, but I figured the best way to get there is to get REALLY good at warm approach. I read somewhere that if you spend the first 20 minutes in set, you'll be locked in for the night. This is the truth. India kept wanting to grab a bite to eat, but I kept putting it off to talk to more people.
I went to ask an UG waitress if they were still serving food. She was rude. When the band started AFCIndia and I sat down to eat. Another friend of mine arrived then and I invited him to eat with us. Just then a cute, short, hispanic waitress came up to our table...
PS: Hey, are you the nice waitress?
HBWaitress: No, I'm the rude one.
PS: Oh, so I guess that must be standard training around here. "Don't be nice to the customers."
HBWaitress: No, It's just the customers don't treat us right... why, who was mean to you?
I explain to her how the other waitress was rude, when I simply wanted to know 1) If smoking was allowed on the patio and 2) If they were still serving food.
PS: ...but you better be nice; I'm the exception, I know how to treat people the right way!
HB: [laughs] drinks?
So we eat, and I'm constantly flirting with her... a little push pull I guess you could say. When she comes back one time I tell her to sit down with us. I ask her what she would like to drink. It was very playful. I introduce her to my two friends, but not myself... and in doing that find her name.
My buddy pays the bill, because where he's from you take care of EVERYONE. Haha. We get up and start watching the band. I'm still chatting up the 15-20 people I know there, at random intervals, and just then I see my fellow PUA's.
I hadn't seen them in about a week and a half, and one of them wasn't supposed to be showing up. He told me... "Dude, You know I went to school with all of these people... and You, other PUA, and Friend 1 are the ONLY people I feel comfortable around? Fuck everyone else man..."
Just then I realized what I had been doing. I was gaming everyone... It was awesome. They thought I was there to be social with them, but I wasn't. I was there to 1) Celebrate the life of a great person who passed, and 2) Practice my social skills in a semi-controlled setting. Granted, I did truly enjoy chatting with these people from my past, and I really did make some connections. But, that wasn't the intent.
I guess going in for your motive will help you out as long as you let reality happen as well.
As we were closing out, I asked HBWaitress what she did outside of work...
HBWaitress: Nothing, just hang out with friends.
PS: So, do you enjoy live music?
HBWaitress: Yes, I love all kinds of music.
PS: Cool, I go to shows very often...
--- break---
PS: Do you party a lot?
HBWaitress: Nope.
PS: I do, but I don't drink.
HBWaitress: Bullshit! You're lying...
PS: Ask India!
HBWaitress(to India): Does he drink?
AFCIndia: No, he is a very good guy. No drinking, No smoking.
HBWaitress(to me): Oh, well I drink a lot. This would never work out.
PS: Huh? I have plenty of friends that drink... Do you not see that India is double fisting Dos Equis?
Anyway, after that I let it die a bit. It's hard to stay motivated when you know you're not going to get in that for a month or so. Whatever, it was good practice, and my AFC friends were impressed. Hopefully that means I'm acting far from an AFC.
-Public Service
Friday, August 22, 2008
In the beginning...
This is the start of what will be a journey through my life. I was thinking a diary but that would show a half-ass addiction to technology. I'm one of the all or nothing guys, so here goes. Hopefully blogger will stay active for the next 30-40 years.
Through life I have been a lot of things. Mostly a confused kid, not sure of what the world would throw out. With two parents who taught 'ideals' and not 'reality,' it's a bit tough to get a grasp on what is real. However, I seem to be slowly forming into my own person - and the more I do so, the more I feel my parents are really just ignorant about 'reality.'
Currently, I'm working on being able to approach women. I'm working on investing. I'm working on building my company. I'm working on getting back into school and getting a degree. I'm working on improving myself... get the point?
Well, last night I went out with a few people from work. It was a blast, since the guys I was with were actually 'decent' at talking to women. Anyway, long story short - my customer and I were the last ones left of the group. We went to a cigar bar and I found out that he is interested in a higher up at my company. Wow... that's a pretty large bit of news to drop on me. Seeing as this 'higher up' is about three levels above me. I guess that only means that people view me as trustworthy, and since this blog will always remain anonymous his secret is safe with me.
As for approaching women? I'm still shy. I even had women come up to the group and chat, then comment on how young, or cute, or sexy I was. Of course they weren't that attractive, but I could've at least taken them out around the room. I didn't. I sat there. It was lame. I keep telling myself it's due to my decision to not be 'sexually active' for a year (which ends in a little over a month)... but I honestly don't think that's it. I read somewhere that there are 500 reasons not to approach a woman, and one reason to do it. I'm clearly focusing on the reasons not to, and I think it's more like 10,000 reasons.
This first post is a bit long, because lets face it - there are quite a few years before today that need to be covered.
Two days ago I told a girl that I was hanging out with a lot that she needs to make sure to not get into me. I told her to be careful and to make sure she isn't falling for me, because the relationship will NOT go in that direction.
Today, I was going through a friends (online) photo-album, and I found pictures of my ex (from a couple of months back), in a limo, with her dress off, with a bunch of guys... the caption said... "What happened in the limo, stays in the limo." I guess I should say that the friend who owns the photo album is her 'homo-sexual' room-mate... I guess I'll stick with my original plan. Convince myself she doesn't matter and continue on with life. 80% achieved.
Through life I have been a lot of things. Mostly a confused kid, not sure of what the world would throw out. With two parents who taught 'ideals' and not 'reality,' it's a bit tough to get a grasp on what is real. However, I seem to be slowly forming into my own person - and the more I do so, the more I feel my parents are really just ignorant about 'reality.'
Currently, I'm working on being able to approach women. I'm working on investing. I'm working on building my company. I'm working on getting back into school and getting a degree. I'm working on improving myself... get the point?
Well, last night I went out with a few people from work. It was a blast, since the guys I was with were actually 'decent' at talking to women. Anyway, long story short - my customer and I were the last ones left of the group. We went to a cigar bar and I found out that he is interested in a higher up at my company. Wow... that's a pretty large bit of news to drop on me. Seeing as this 'higher up' is about three levels above me. I guess that only means that people view me as trustworthy, and since this blog will always remain anonymous his secret is safe with me.
As for approaching women? I'm still shy. I even had women come up to the group and chat, then comment on how young, or cute, or sexy I was. Of course they weren't that attractive, but I could've at least taken them out around the room. I didn't. I sat there. It was lame. I keep telling myself it's due to my decision to not be 'sexually active' for a year (which ends in a little over a month)... but I honestly don't think that's it. I read somewhere that there are 500 reasons not to approach a woman, and one reason to do it. I'm clearly focusing on the reasons not to, and I think it's more like 10,000 reasons.
This first post is a bit long, because lets face it - there are quite a few years before today that need to be covered.
Two days ago I told a girl that I was hanging out with a lot that she needs to make sure to not get into me. I told her to be careful and to make sure she isn't falling for me, because the relationship will NOT go in that direction.
Today, I was going through a friends (online) photo-album, and I found pictures of my ex (from a couple of months back), in a limo, with her dress off, with a bunch of guys... the caption said... "What happened in the limo, stays in the limo." I guess I should say that the friend who owns the photo album is her 'homo-sexual' room-mate... I guess I'll stick with my original plan. Convince myself she doesn't matter and continue on with life. 80% achieved.
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