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
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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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