Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Disney's Beauty And The Beast - An Interpretation

Disney's Beauty and the Beast.
A cute love story for children or a fable illustrating the mechanics of evolutionary psychology and game? Why the fuck am I thinking about this, anyway? Well, my buddy Razael saw the movie recently and told me his interpretation. Which is: Gaston as Alpha, getting shit on by Disney's writers and the Beta Beast's behavior is pedestalized. Raz and I see eye to eye on a lot of things but, after thinking about it a little too much, I see this one differently.

This post will rely heavily on The Rawness and Roissy's blog in general.

Quick synopsis:
Belle lives in town and is inundated with propositions from guys, most notably, Gaston. Belle brushes off Gaston in favor of the Beast. They all live happily ever after. Except Gaston. Who's dead.

How did the Beast come to be?
He was a dick. A grade 'A' asshole. A good assumption is that, as a human prince (or king or rich dude), he was too Alpha and, as society has checks and balances on rogue Alphas, someone put a curse on him, turning him into the Beast.

Why do I think Gaston is the Beta?
Gaston has one-itis for Belle. Gaston becomes a great hunter, skilled at everything, and good looking. He thinks that's enough to pull quality women. Using his accomplishments as evidence, Gaston tries to logically persuade Belle that she should like him because they're a perfect match. Obviously, for anyone privy to such information, attraction is NOT a choice. The fact that he doesn't know this, coupled with his persistence and bragging (which is a demonstration of low self esteem), is like wearing an air raid siren around his neck that screams, "I'M A LOSER! I'M A LOSER!" He professed his attraction for her before she was attracted, which pushed her away.

This reminds me of a guy I know who lifts. He's like a brick shit house and owns a brand new Camaro. He had a cute girlfriend for a couple weeks, but she ditched him because he told her he loved her. AFTER ONLY A COUPLE WEEKS. Smooth.

It matters shit to women what you can do, what you own, or what you look like if you have abysmal game, like Gaston. He puts all his eggs into the basket of style while his substance is malnourished. His form is a bat, his function is a noodle. Like MC Escher, he looks great on paper, but doesn't stand up to the laws of nature.
(yeah, I know someone's gonna think, "but I know a guy like him that pulls". well, you're missing something. look closer.)

In the end, his frustration with her refusal to acknowledge his awesomeness culminates into the ultimate fit of Beta Rage, when Gaston leads a mob to kill The Beast.

What does the Beast have?
Belle is not interested in Gaston who, although attractive, is still a lowly hunter. She knows her sexual market value is high, therefore, entitlement complex active, she keeps her options open. And who does she find? The Beast. Now here's a quality guy. Ugly. Unkempt. Asshole. Not even human. But she 'falls' for him anyway. And why? Hypergamy. A woman's intrinsic drive to marry/date someone of higher status/value. His looks were shit, but he had MONEY. Lots of it. He had status as king, with servants, and a GIGANTIC FUCKING CASTLE. That's what we call a DHV. And it's not like he was at a bar and said, "I have a big castle, can I buy you a drink?". No. She 'stumbled' upon it, the way a woman is supposed to 'stumble' upon a DHV. Once a woman finds out about your DHV, then she'll ask you all about it and you can give her a 'tour' of your 'castle'. Belle's panties were practically saturated when the Beast took her to his library.

The plot is a standard love triangle, which often ends in someone's death. If you look at love triangles a little closer, I think you'll find most involve a woman, an alpha male, and a beta male.

This movie is an example, albeit fictional, of a woman going for the Alpha and shunning the beta. She wants the Alpha's children, who evolutionarily will have an advantage, but wants to make sure he's not gonna just skip out on her for higher value pussy. That would be unsuitable for the long term, so she sets out to Beta-ize him, make him dependent on her. He's more than happy to quell his Alpha characteristics (at least on the surface) to nail a girl in the prime of her sexual value. I mean how old is she anyway? 13.. 16..? I'll just say younger than 20.

Notice the order of love/attraction difference between Gaston and the Beast:
When Gaston is first, Belle is NEVER, and Belle is disgusted.
When Belle is first, Beast is SECOND, and Belle's love deepens.
NEVER say it first... if ever.

Final Analysis:
Gaston: persistent orbiter
Beast: asshole/aloof game


Sunday, December 26, 2010

Orlando Lay Report Conclusion

Continued from:
Orlando Day 2 F-Close Lay Report LR
and Orlando Trip: Success
and Text Game for Orlando HBTally

Arrive at the hotel.
We go straight to the room. She jumps on the bed, I take her clothes off and we make sweet love. Nothing out of the ordinary, except she was ridiculously loud. I seriously thought we were waking everyone up. It was like 2am at this point, and during the day I could easily and clearly hear people talking in the adjacent rooms. Afterward, we took a shower together.

Again, nothing really significant, except the night before I imagined how I would like this night to go. Simple really. I wanted to meet up with her, take her back to the hotel, bang, and then take a shower together. And that was exactly what happened. When I pictured it the day before, it was vivid. So either I'm psychic, or my goal was so concrete in my mind that I was able to make a reality.

After showering, we lay naked in bed. I left the tv on and I drifted in and out of sleep. I have no idea how I did this, considering how tired I was, but I was able to get up at 5am, 2 hours later on the dot, get dressed and out the door to catch the shuttle to the airport.

She put her same clothes back on, all decked out for clubbing. When we walked through the lobby, a bunch of my colleages were hanging out waiting for the shuttle and watching us. I'm sure some of them thought I picked up a hooker.

We walked outside, kissed goodbye, and I got on the shuttle bus.
She got a cab. Cost $40 for her to get back to her hotel.

The shuttle ride was so long that I was sweating bullets, wondering if I was going to make it to my flight. The security line was mad long. I got stopped when I went through security and had to wait for someone to check my DVD player. I didn't even put my belt on or lace my shoes, just ran for the gate as they were closing the door.

Next day texting:
HBTally: Oh shit. I'm back at my hotel. My friend isn't here! Not answering her phone either. Well the driver this a.m. was hilarious. He assured me I did NOT look conspicuous. Hope you get some rest. Had fun last night.

ME: Yeah, but what do cabbies know? ;) Glad you had fun. I had a great time, too. Barely made it to the plane, like a second to spare. Took my seat and passed out.

HBTally: Omg I didn't know you were so late. Sorry! I slept a little. Luckily I can still shop. Damn...sure wish we had a little more time this a.m... ;)

<<< no response after this. broke contact. >>>

I got a text from Jxx the following week: "Next year I'll roll with your plan. We can get some numbers Fri and then take our pick Sat night."

Smart man.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Text Game for Orlando: HBTally

My Text
HBTally Text

Hey, It was great meeting you last night. I'm in meetings until 5 and looking for something to do later. What are you up to?
- Pulsotic

Shopping until I can't stand it anymore. Such torture. Blue Martini tonight.

Hope you're behaving yourself, shoppin nut. I'm goin swimming at the hotel around 6. Heated pool and hot tub. You should come join me.
6? Ha! I'll be shopping 'til 8. Still have to go to other mall. Pool & hot tub sound good though. You should meet me @ Blue Mart tonight.

My buddy from last night said Blue Martini is a cool place so I think we'll meet you there. Text me when you're leavin.
Ok. Have fun in the hot tub. No drunken naked pictures. Well... if they're artistic... ;)

Not drunk enough for sexting. 2 more beers. How'd you know I'm an artist?
I knew you were an artist because I'm a psychic. Didn't I mention that? Anyway, I'm ready & waiting for my friend. I'll text when we actually leave.

We're finally on the way. (9:20pm)

Just got back from dinner. We'll be leaving in 10.

We're here.
At back bar.

(continues into previous post at Blue Martini)

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Not important. Seriously. Don't read this.

Ok, gotta admit, this post is bullshit. Just trying to see what hits I get for this post. No other reason. Comment if you think that's fucked up and I can personally tell you to fuck off. Thanks, enjoy.

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Monday, December 20, 2010

Orlando Day 2 F-close Lay Report LR

Continued from Orlando Trip: Success.

End of Set 3.
As I'm chatting with HBTally, Jxx and Txx turn around and see me talking to this chick. Ok, I have to admit, I was showing off a little. Jxx, who doesn't actively sarge, was kinda shocked that I was already talking to a hot chick so soon after entering the venue. We're talking 15 seconds soon. He had a look of surprise, that said, "Whoa, how'd you do that? What about me?" And Txx, the girl we were with, had a slightly dejected surprised look that said, "Aww man, he's talking to another girl already? We just got here."

So they come over and tell me they're gonna get a drink. HBTally already has one so I don't have to worry about appearing cheap to her by not buying her a drink. I tell my friends, "I'll buy your drinks. Can you get me a beer?" And then I hand Txx a bunch of cash. It was my turn to buy the round anyway, but HBTally didn't know that. She just thought I threw money around and didn't care.

They come back with the drinks and HBTally asks me to come look for her friend, who's been gone a while. We walk together around the club, talking. We get to the other side where another bar is and some douche stands in her way and says, "Hey baby." She pushes him aside and we walk to a lounge area.

*** BTW, I do NOT walk behind like a puppy dog when I'm with a woman. I know you've seen it before where the girl drags her man around the place by the hand and he follows. I do NOT allow a woman to treat me like that. If a woman tries to lead, I will do one of a couple things. I'll either deliberately go in another direction and make her work for my attention. Or I'll drop her hand and walk slowly so she has to wait for me, while I look around the room (anywhere but in her direction). And then follow up with a reframe to establish dominance. This is where Mystery's line works really well. "Look around at all the women looking at us. They are so jealous of you." Combined with dominant body language and physically moving her, the dynamic is back in my favor.

In the lounge area, we're sitting next to each other and reciprocating IOI's and kino. The night was almost up when we got to the last bar and we had about 3 minutes from sitting at the lounge until we had to leave.

We walked out and my friends were outside where we met up with her friend and her friend's guy. I had her friend's guy take a picture of me and HBTally. I sent it to her phone and we made plans to hook up the following night at Blue Martini. The walk back to the car was like a half mile and the only way to go, so we all walked as a group. This place was kinda cool too. It had Jetsons walkways the length of a football field. We hugged and said goodbye. #close.

Blue Martini
Jxx and I roll in. The guy in front of us gets turned away 'cuz he doesn't have a button up shirt. Who rolls into a night club wearing a T-shirt? Oh yeah, Tourists [roll eyes] This place is poppin'. Beautiful people everywhere. I knew if HBTally didn't pan out I'd be in another quality set no problem. This place IS tough, however. Especially if you're new to it. Cockblocks are everywhere and AMOG's are a REAL threat, so you have to know how to handle it.

I get a text that HBTally and her friend are in the back bar. (There's four bars.) We wade through the crowd and I spot them. Great place at the bar, but some guys are chatting them up. We roll up and I hug them both, hand on her back as I chat and pull her away from the competition. They gladly oblige. Then I moved HBTally away from the bar and took her spot so I could lean back and see the rest of the room. We have light fluff talk and I start a thread on how bad most of the guys' game is here. This lead to her telling me a story:

A half hour before we arrived, she's on the dance floor with her girlfriend and some Beta sheepishly approaches her and asks to buy her a drink. She says, "I'm already drinking one." He says, "Oh, ok" and goes back to his friends 20ft away with his head down and they loudly make fun of him.

I make fun of her for this of course. Right after she tells me this story, some dude bumps into me from behind. Kind of a nudge. I glance at him over my shoulder and size him up immediately. Taller than me, 6'2", wearing a bright blue T-SHIRT! Why wasn't he turned away? While he was getting a drink at the bar, he was leering at the four of us, either getting ready to open while we were there, or waiting for Jxx and I to leave. We're not going anywhere, so I move over, giving up my place at the bar in favor of physically blocking him from our set. A minute later he gives up and walks away.

ME: "Did you see that loser?"
HBTally: "Yeah, he was trying to talk to us earlier."

It's getting crowded in this area so we decide to move to the outside bar. I take her hand and lead her. Jxx isn't into her friend but, awesome guy he is, he hangs with her for me. So we get spots at the outside bar and Jxx opens a 2set next to us. He's locked in, but the food they ordered arrives and he bounces. (later I texted him that they were alone and DTF, but he was already in another set that was paying off)

HBTally says something about eating dinner twice. I said, "Great, I'm hanging out with a Hobbit." Her friend snorts and laughs uncontrollably. Too much laughter for the joke, so it almost felt like she was making fun of me, but I think she's just not used to people like me. Thinking back now, I don't remember ever saying anything directly to HBTally's friend. That probably made her WANT to talk to me, especially while seeing how much fun HBTally was having. So final analysis of her friend: she was acting like a school girl.

Jxx finally rolls off after HBTally's friend goes to the bathroom. In isolation with HBTally I ramp up the kino and get her to buy me a drink by saying, "I'll get the next one." (now she's got actual money invested in me, not just time)

I mention something about the dance floor being packed and she says, "Oh, you want to dance? OK." Yeah, sometimes women aren't that subtle. I lead her to the dance floor and, packed as it was, commenced my Bump'n Grind game. Kino transitioned to a makeout nearly instantly. Anyone who's done this knows how easy it is so I won't pat my own back too hard.

While we were 'dancing', some lumpenprole with Betarage started a fight at the edge of the dancefloor. 5 bouncers started pushing people back. With the dancefloor mission accomplished I felt I could pull back a little, so we went back to the outside bar and got seat. More fluff/comfort. She knew I was from out of town, as was she, so from here on out, it's 'Don't Fuck Up' game.

We needed drinks. I went to the bar for another round. As I got up I told her, "Are you going to behave yourself? You know, I can't leave you alone for two seconds before some loser tries to pick you up." I'm gone for about TWO SECONDS, seriously... TWO SECONDS! and I look over and some loser is chatting her up. He's completely oblivious to her body language, which is telling him to 'Fuck off'. I'm not threatened at all, just watching the interaction, waiting for the drinks. Drinks come and I walk over to the table, sit down next to HBTally and whisper in her ear, "Look at you, you're like a loser magnet." She laughs.. LOUD. The guy starts looking confused, like he doesn't know what to do, but is still sitting at the table next to HBTally. He asks her, "Is this your boyfriend?" She doesn't respond. He asks me, "What's up, man?" and hold out his hand to shake. I ignore him and keep chatting with HBTally. He looks around for a second and then gets up and leaves.

A LOT of guys think that when someone talks to you, you must acknowledge them. Wrong. If I had responded to the D-bag it would have made me look BAD. Remember, I'm on 'Don't Fuck Up' game. It would have signaled weakness and she would have started reevaluating my value and her willingness to put out. Instead, I showed her that I'm not threatened by other guys and I don't even consider them worthy of my attention. On top of that, he insulted me by moving in on my 'territory', so if I talked to him, it would have 'rewarded' rude behavior.

This is the first time I ran into something like this, but I didn't wing it. I read somewhere about Alpha and Beta lion. The Alpha is often threatened by a Beta coming into it's territory. The Beta will roar and threaten the Alpha. If the Alpha responds, there is usually a fight. If the Alpha ignores, the Beta usually goes away. I just put that to practice, and sure enough, he went away.

Fast forward a bit. HBTally's friend found some other guy again and was going back to his place. HB Tally invited me to her hotel, but I told her I needed to catch a plane in the morning so she should come back to my place. Jxx was drunk, so I drove his truck back to our hotel with HBTally in the back. On the way Jxx was telling me how he was making out with the DJ's girlfriend, which is why he didn't come back for the DTF 2set.

Next Post: Hotel, Airport, and Text Game.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

'Wisdom' of Orianthi

Orianthi's song 'According to You' is disguised as a love song for a new guy. But guess what? It's not. Let's look at what she's really saying...

Orianthi - "According to You"
According to you I'm stupid, I'm useless
I can't do anything right
According to you I'm difficult, hard to please
Forever changing my mind
I'm a mess in a dress, can't show up on time
Even if it would save my life
According to you, according to you
(Her current guy is annoyed with her and not afraid to tell her.)

But according to him I'm beautiful, incredible
He can't get me out of his head
According to him I'm funny, irresistible
Everything he ever wanted
(Uh oh, here's where is gets interesting. She's telling her current guy about another guy that's lavishing her with attention and telling her all the things that he thinks she wants to hear.)

Everything is opposite, I don't feel like stopping it
So baby tell me what I got to lose
He's into me for everything I'm not
According to you
(Key Line: "Everything is opposite." This song is a great example of the Alpha/Beta male dichotomy and how each affect the female brain. "Don't feel like stopping it." Of course not, she's getting a TON of attention. She asks her current guy, "What do I have to lose?" which is her literally asking for a reason to stay.)

According to you I'm boring, I'm moody
And you can't take me any place
According to you I suck at telling jokes
'Cause I always give it away
I'm the girl with the worst attention span
You're the boy who puts up with that
According to you, according to you
(More of the same from 1st verse.)

But according to him I'm beautiful, incredible
He can't get me out of his head
According to him I'm funny, irresistible
Everything he ever wanted
(Wow, this part is really bad. The new guy is digging an early grave. He's basically told her that he'll do anything for her no matter what. An invite for treating him like shit.)

I need to feel appreciated
Like I'm not hated, oh no
Why can't you see me through his eyes?
It's too bad, you're making me decide
(Here it is, folks. In plain english. She's asking her current guy to be BETA. Typical woman trying to Betaize her Alpha. Take note, she doesn't actually say she's going to leave him.)

But according to me you're stupid, you're useless
You can't do anything right
(Fighting with your girlfriend is the quickest way to Gina Tingles.)

In the same way that some people see the glass half full vs. half empty, personal belief systems will color how we perceive the world around us. Most people in our society are heavily influenced by mainstream media and the memes they promote, so they'll invent a meaning that conforms to their beliefs. The idea most people will attach to this song is that she doesn't like the current guy anymore and is dumping him for the new guy.

But look closer. At no point does she say she's attracted to the new guy. She just says she likes what he says. The only mention of the new guy, the Beta, is what he said to her. Nothing about whether he was high value or that she liked him. In his own way, he's already told her that he will put up with whatever bullshit she gives him.

She is singing the song TO the current guy, not the new guy. If she can't stand him, why can't she keep her mind off him. In her mind, the Beta guy does not have enough value to warrant singing to.

The song is a BIG shit test for her ALPHA boyfriend. She's telling him that she's getting romantic invitations from another guy and asking her boyfriend to be more doting.

Don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with telling a girl you like/love her, but this Beta is going over the top with a girl that he hasn't even kissed.

BTW, he's probably going to get his ass kicked by her boyfriend.

Alpha tells her to fuck off and she says, "I wasn't serious. Please don't break up with me." Alpha says, "Ok, blow me and you can stay."
She does.

Razael Day 2 from Parking Lot #close

9:30pm date. He arrives at a bar across the street around 9:15 for a drink and to watch the game.
At 9:30 he gets a text, "Are you there?"
RAZ: "Not yet. 5 min."He waits 5 minutes then walks across the street. He sees her in her car and acts like he didn't notice and struts by her car like he owns the street. Soon as he sits down, he texts her, "I'm here."
HER: "On my way in."

She comes in the door and they immediately recognize each other. He thinks to himself, "Oh, she's not bad." She's dolled up and wearing heels. They exchange a friendly hug then sit down and start talking. Right away he negs her about all her questioning over text: "I forgot a pen so I can't fill out your background check paperwork." She laughed and hit him.
HER: "That night was hazy, I was just trying to find out about you."

It's now that he finds out she saw him walking by her car and smoking, because she asks how long he's been smoking. This is very early in the date for this, probably because she didn't think she could be attracted to a smoker because it's not on her 101 bullet point list of requirements. (credit Roissy reference)
RAZ: "Long enough that you're not gonna get me to quit."
HER: "Oh." (slightly embarrassed)
That stopped her inquiry about smoking.
HER: "Well, do you carry mints? Cuz if we kiss you''ll smell like smoke."
RAZ: "You mean WHEN we kiss."

So he's leaning back the whole time, sitting sideways (body pointed away from her) and turning his head to her. Cocky funny mixed with normal conversation and interuptions with gambits, e.g. "What's your 2nd favorite dinosaur?"
HER: "What's your job?"
RAZ: "Fake or real?"
HER: "Real."
RAZ: "Bible hermeneuticist."
HER: "What's that?"
RAZ: "You can spell etiquette but don't know what a hermeneuticist is?"

Light kino here and there, touched her hand for sec while talking, never leaned in. She was nervous and playing with menu, flipping it around.
RAZ: "Nervous?" (with a raised eyebrow)
She looks at him and throws it back over her shoulder playfully. Raz told me he got the feeling that she thought he was a point above her, because had cocky air, like he's awesome/ the best. She play hit him a lot. I told him to qualify after 3 IOI's but that was unnecessary because her IOI's were constant. Several times she alluded to seeing him again.

He got a second round at the bar. When he came back he sat right next to her. Most of the time he would ask her qualifiying questions and let her blab about herself.
RAZ: "Wow, you really like to talk about yourself, huh?"
(even though he asked)

She said she wanted to meet him because she was intrigued by his last text, the one with the 'another stalker' line. She said she thought to herself, "Who the fuck does he think he is?" She also mentioned that she never meets quality guys, and usually looks for older men because the guys her age are like overgrown kids. ie. not manly adults.

Another girl spilled a drink on her which killed the conversation for a bit, but the other chick bought her a drink. Raz commended her on how well she took it, a genuine IOI.

After an hour and a half of talking and three drinks, they call it a night. When they get outside, Raz looks at her, raises his eyebrow (he's very good at this, like the Rock) and pops a mint into his mouth. He walks her to her car with his arm around her and they make out before she goes home.

Textbook game. Did not go for full close due to logistics issue on Raz' part. This was his first day 2 since actively gaming and he found out that it was a lot easier than he thought it'd be. Much easier than the initial pickup because he felt he could lighten up, there were less shittests, and he had to put on less of a show (no dancing monkey). She was very receptive to everything he said, considering the alpha frame was already established. He felt like he had no doubts.

Originally he had the date setup, but he was feeling sick. He told me he didn't want to go and I think he may have been looking for an excuse to cancel. He said he thought it'd be too taxing and he was unsure about his abilities. As soon as the conversation started, however, he felt fine. Wasn't overthinking, just maintained frame and carried convo. He realized he had more to talk about than he thought, and he was better at it than he thought he'd be.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Raz' Parking Lot Game + Texts

Razael, New Wing, Me, and 'Brad' (a hopeless, lesser beta) are leaving the bar at the end of the night, walking back to our cars. We stop at the cars and are talking about the sets earlier. Brad, who got drunk, tries to sleep in a backseat.

While we're talking, a 2set walks by, laughing. Raz says, "Hey, this is a 'No Laughing Zone', ladies. You gotta keep it down." They laugh, I shout something to one of them as she's getting in her car 2 spots from us. The other walks another 5 spots to her car.

Everyone's getting in their cars and leaving, as Raz is going to his car, the girl further away is pulling out and stops next to him to ask him to take the club flyer off her windshield.

-- This was obviously calculated on her part. She wanted to talk to him
-- because it was the end of the night and she was going home alone,
-- possibly with no numbers and feeling bad because she didn't get as
-- much attention as usual. I assume this because she's leaving the bar
-- with a girlfriend and she stayed late.

RAZ: "What do I get out of this?"
HER: "A smile and thanks?"
RAZ: "Not good enough." He hands her his phone. "Here, pop your number in." She does and hands it back.
HER: "You're not gonna call me."
He calls her on the spot and leaves a message right in front of her.

His frame was spot on that night. I wouldn't have done anything really different. Maybe just personal style changes. But his text game is lacking, so the following Text Game is really me. There's only so much, "What should I text her, what should I text back?" that I can take before I just do it for him. I explain everything in the texts so he knows the reasons why. That way, he can write the texts for himself as he learns. Note: I told him what to write and he typed it.

RAZ: Hey, It was fun meeting you the other night, I would like to find out if you're more than just a pretty face. If you promise to behave, you should come out with me some time.
(he's a challenge. she might not be good enough)

(couple days later)
HER: Hey, I know you messaged me a while a go... Hope your holiday was good. Are you doing anything tonight? That night was definitely a little blurry to me. LOL
(she waited on purpose. she's trying to game, but not very well. 'blurry' line is typical for anti-slut defence. ignore it.)

RAZ: Look at you messaging people all late and all. While I was sleeping no less. I knew you were trouble.
(not acting like he's happy to hear from her. teasing.)

HER: What do you mean trouble? It was a busy week and hey, I messaged you back at least. Does the time really matter?
(her frame is typical. "I'm a woman. You should be happy to get anything.")

RAZ: Oh, it matters. Guess you think eddict need not apply to you, princess.
(calling her out on her entitlement. push her buttons a bit. no one talks to her like this.)

HER: What do you mean? Ettiquette? (she spelled it wrong, too) I'm confused. I just was saying hi last night, seeing if you're going out. As for the princess part, well, I like to be treated like one! LOL
(She's on the defensive. The 'LOL' is just like a real laugh: to diffuse tension. She's intrigued now, because he didn't break frame. No response to this text or tension would be broken. Text back later with tension still in play.)

(couple days later)
RAZ: Hey, I got stuff goin' on on Fri and Sat, can you get out on Thursday?
(Always be busy twice as much as you're free. Suggest a day so she meets on your terms.)

HER: Can I ask you two questions? How old are you? What's your last name? I might have asked the night we met, but definitely forget. Thursday could possibly work.
(As a rule, do not answer direct questions on the first time. Or ever if you can get away with it. Sometimes they're persistent. If answered age question, could be a reason for her to reject. Don't give any reason for an objection. If answer the last name question, you will be looked up on facebook or googled. 'Possibly' line translation: "I'm looking for a reason to say, NO.")

RAZ: Uh oh, you sound like another stalker. Do you know where Txxxxx is? We should get together for a drink, usually a safe bet, at about 9:30. And if we get along, maybe a second drink. And if you turn out to be a scary stalker, I can say, "Oh, hey, um, I just remembered I have to floss my cat." And we can call it a night.
(Make fun of her for asking the questions to avoid answering and mitigating further questioning. Stalker line presupposes there have been others and preselection by implication. 'Safe Bet' line to diffuse a woman's natural fear of meeting strangers. 'Get along' line suggests he's the selector and won't take just anything, i.e. he's giving her a shot. 'Cat flossing' is for humor and to say it's no big deal, no expectations.)

HER: LMAO! Sounds good. So if I have to all of a sudden wash my hair or take my dog to the vet, we can end it early :) As long as we are on the same page LOL LOL. But no last name?
(Home run with last text. She's sold so far. Her 'wash hair' and 'vet' comments are to reestablish herself as selector. Ignore them.)

RAZ: Ok, cool. See you then.
(Ignore her LOLs. Ignore her jokes. 'Bring the movies' style.)

Credit David DeAngelo for most of my text game. Check out this site for a David D classic.
Credit Roissy for some of my text game.

RAZ seems to lack confidence with Day2's, so I gave him a quick primer on what to do. His strength is Cocky/Funny, almost a pro at it. Weak at DHV's, qualifying, and plowing. No speed seduction patterns. Basically, he doesn't read up on it as much as he should if he wants real success. He seems to be just winging it like MacGruber. I just have to give him basics and he'll be fine.

1. C&F until get 3 real IOI's.
2. Switch to Qualify and stop C&F.
3. When she says something he genuinely approves of, reciprocate IOI's.
4. Kino escalation throughout.
5. Bounce after an hour at the lounge bar.
6. Always arm in arm while walking.
7. Txxxxx is a lounge bar so he can sit at the bar with her and then take her hand and lead her to the couches and vice versa.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Gaming In line for a Concert.

Went to a concert with Raz. We met another two friends (a couple) who got us the tickets. It was an accident that we got tickets (long story), but I told Raz we should see what kind of 'talent' there could be.

Walking to the show, we're passing the front of the line. I see a 2set, two 8's, walking in front of us. I say to Raz, "You got your game on?"

We get in line right behind them. I immediately start talking to them. No fancy openers, situational opener does well here.
ME: "How long do you think we have to wait here?"
HER: blah blah

ME: "You look warm, I'm in three layers of thermals and I'm still freezing."
HER: "I always dress like this."
ME: "You look like a street person. Are we interrupting your nap?"

ME: "Your converse are cool, but ya can't wear them when it rains."
HER: blah blah

She threw out some unsophisticated shit tests and a little sarcasm. I told her that sarcasm is unattractive. A bit later she says, "I don't know why you're talking to me if you think me smoking is unattractive?"
ME: "No, it's the sarcasm that makes you unattractive."
I ask her friend how she rolls with her. (credit Mystery)
I mention that she's only 3 apples high. (smurf reference 'cuz she's shorter)

First IOI, from HB 3apples:
HER: "What do you do?"
ME: "Real job or fake job?"
HER: "Real job."
ME: "Bangladeshi Otter Trainer."
HER: gibberish, acting like she can't hear.
ME: "I said, Underwater Sneaker Repair."
HER: "Oh, that sounds interesting. Did you go to school for that?"
ME: "Online for three weekends and a 5 minute quiz."

ME: "What do you do?"
HER: blah blah
ME: "Oh, that's awesome." Give her back IOI's. (qualify)

I ask her friend, HB Naive, what she does and she tells me exactly what she does, which evidently is really boring. I just look at her for a second, then go, "Ok, anyway" and turn back to the interesting girl. Get laughs. Turn back to boring girl and said, "Next time say you're a Bible Hermeneuticist." They ask what that is. More banter.

-- Most of the convo was with HB 3apples because her friend was an introvert.
-- Very odd, because she was pretty. After hanging with her later, I find out
-- she's really immature and naive. And she also had no real sense of humor
-- that I could find. We were saying some funny ass shit and got little
-- response from her.

Right behind us in line was a 50year old couple that I KNOW were confused as fuck. I'm sure they were thinking, "Why are they being so mean to those girls, and why are the girls still talking to them? What's happening?"

The line starts moving and we go in. We ditch them without saying anything. Yes, on purpose. Push/Pull. Leave them wanting more.

We go upstairs to the bar area. There's a balcony with seating over the standing room only lower level. Raz and I are being loud, but not obnoxious. Sitting down are a lot of older people, so it's quiet. All eyes are on us, just the way I like it. Apparently even people on the lower level can hear us laughing and having fun, because I caught HB 3apples out of the corner of my eye. She was downstairs and when she heard us she turned to us and waved. I waved back.

Tons of MILFs and cougars here. It's so obvious who's available. Just make eye contact and the married women turn away fast. We met up with our friends who were hanging out all the way to the front and right of the balcony. To get there you have to make a bunch of people move out of the way. We're being loud again and I glance toward the seated crowd. Several women are checking us out. We have a lady next to us take our picture (all four of us) and a drink got spilled on the lady's boyfriend's ugly shoes. Raz negs him, "Watch it. Don't spill beer on my man's mockasins." Picture taking lady laughs at him.

We ditch our friends to sarge. On the way up the stairs a group of ladies are eyeballin' us. We get some drinks at the cash bar, flirt with the cute bartender and roll to the other bar.

I saw an out of place guy wearing a NOFX t-shirt. One of my favorite bands. I talk to him about music and chat up his lady. She's into the convo, but I sense something. She goes to the bathroom and I ask the dude how they know each other.
"We're roommates..." (Good to go?) "and fiances." (Nope)
They're actually really cool, so we hang with them for a drink. Raz and I grab the dude and go outside for a cigarette.

Outside it's a small area to smoke, so it's easy to talk to the six people there. One is a cute HB7. Raz and I are loud and talking with everyone. I'm chatting with an older guy and his girl and inserting DHVs that the HB7 couldn't NOT hear. Raz chats with the group and I sidle up next to the HB7 and start a sidebar convo, pulling her away from the group. It works beautifully and she's giving me IOIs. Cigarette's are done and she lights another, obviously wanting to talk. The rest of the group leaves and Raz is talking with us. I thought for sure he was gonna roll so I could isolate, but he hangs a little too long and she went back in.

I told Raz what happened and he said I should have said something to him, but I feel like it shouldn't have to be said. Either way, we need to work on our code. I could have easily opened her again, but when we went back in, I decided to find HB 3apples, which ended up being a smart move.

I walk to the front of the standing room only area and spot HB Naive, but not HB 3apples. I turn around to walk away and see her sitting on a step smiling at me. I sit next to her and chat. Then I say, "come with me to smoke." We went outside. In the smoking area is a girl I talked to upstairs and I banter with her for a second, primarily to boost my social proof. I isolate HB 3apples further away and lock in against a wall, talking to her over my shoulder. We chat about art and writing. I didn't need my routines here, she was pretty much eating out of my hand. Very easy to tell at this point because I told her I'd love to see her art and her eyes lit up.

Her eyes are hanging on me a little longer at this point, kind of eager for a kiss. I denied her the kiss and said, "Let's go check out the band." We get inside and she's following me like a puppy. We get to the edge of the standing room only area and I turn back to her, grab her hand, and lead her through the crowd, closer to the stage. While I'm leading her, I loosen my grip, she tightens hers, and I know she's mine.

The band was chick music. Perfect for holding a woman, rocking (pseudo-dancing), and making out. Which we did. I pulled my phone out a couple times and texted Raz. He needed a wing upstairs. I seriously thought for a minute that I should leave this chick and go help him out, (I do love the chase) but of course that didn't happen. I felt later that it was a bit too easy, that I didn't get shit tested enough, and for that reason, the payoff wasn't as sweet.

This led me to another thought. Concerts are full of women that don't necessarily go to bars a lot. Since they don't get the flattery of Alpha male attention, they're much less sophisticated in their banter and shit tests. It's not just like a buffet, it's like picking your own lobster out of the tank. So if any Game practitioners are reading this, GO SEE CHICK MUSIC BANDS!

After the show Raz and I invite HB 3apples and HB Naive to get drinks. HB Naive is a huge downer and wants to go home to sleep. HB 3apples wants to party, but has to drive her friend home. It's midnight now. We part ways with the girls and go to Old City to Sarge more. Number close two more girls in Old City, then call it a night at 1:30 am. We were tired.

HB 3apples lives an hour away. That's a downside to concert game. People come from all over. What follows is my text game:

ME: It was really cool meeting you tonight. Get home safe. We'll hang out soon.
HER: Thanks, I feel the same. You have an awesome smile. I hope to see you soon. Have fun with your friend. Be safe.

HER: Did you have fun last night?

ME: Fun? Yeah. Met some friends. Woulda been better if you came out. Yxxxx is too far. You need to move south.
HER: OK. I'll get right on that. Were you partying last night too?
(I didn't respond for a day. Next text she seems disappointed.)
HER: It's cool if we don't hang out again. I know we live too far apart, but thanks You made that night great. You're a sweetheart.

ME: Is Philly too far for you? (short text on purpose. don't acknowledge her frame)
HER: I don't think so. Do you?

ME: I'm in Philly all the time.
HER: Then let me know when you're up so we can catch up.

ME: You got it. I don't know about 'catching up'. I'm probably just gonna make out with you the whole time. (sexual relationship frame)
HER: That's fine too.

5 days later:
ME: Have you ever met Sylvester Stalone?
HER: No. Why? Do you know him?

ME: No. I totally had a dream that you were makin out with Rocky. Weird. Maybe it was the UFC thing.
HER: That's a little weird. I thought you were going to tell me you work with him. Besides, he's not my type.
HER: So you're dreaming about me. That's a good sign. Did it turn you on to see me with Rocky?

Friday, November 26, 2010

Why I use Speed Seduction

It's not a silver bullet, but it is a powerful tool.

I went outside to get a smoke with Raz. Before I light it, I see an HB8 by herself sitting on the steps of one of my favorite bars. There's a guy a foot away from her and a step lower. I figure they're not together... I'm right.

Walk up.
Me: "You seem cool, are you friendly?"
Her: "No."
Me: "Geez, I just wanted a light. Are you like this with everyone?"
Her: "Haha, no, I'm sorry. Here." Hands me a light.
I sit down next to her and ask her if she's not having a good time, why'd she come out? She's 'babysitting' her friends.
I'm completely plowing now, from one thread to the next. While laughing, she says, "Do you ever stop talking?"
Me: "I'm just getting started. Anyway, that reminds me of when I was in Mexico and went snorkeling in the Cenotes."
Halfway through the routine, I see something click in her eyes, and she leans in and kisses me.

Would this have happened without the routine? Maybe. BIG maybe.
You MUST have the basics down first, and then sprinkle it in.

Raz said he was laughing his ass off because the guy that was sitting next to her was trying to game her. He was actually talking to her before I rolled up and was waiting for me to leave, but it didn't happen. I was so into her that I didn't see him stand up, look dejected and then walk back into the bar with his head low.

New Wing Broke Rules.

So we went out. Razael, me, and New Wing. New wing tells us 10minutes in that he invited a friend to come hang out with us. He said his friend would be a good guy to roll with because he's a 'natural'. Bull-Fucking-Shit. The guy blew. First off, when he rolled in he starts AMOGing New Wing in front of us. Totally negging him. He had horrible body language and came off as an asshole. I've hung out with him before, but never in this capacity. He had no idea what game was and his negative attitude was impenatrable.

Razael and I left New Wing and his friend and gamed a couple sets. Got opened and stayed in set a while. We met up with New Wing later and he was just miserable. Turns out that after he opened a set, his friend came in and negged him in front of the set. Blew him out. All four of us went outside, Raz and I got smokes, and we talked. New Wing opened on the way out and got a kiss close. His friend immediately starts talking shit on him to us.
Earlier, Razael told him, "We don't talk bad about our friends when we're out."
New Wing told him, "We don't talk bad about our friends around women."
New Wing's friend and I were talking and I told him, "We don't talk shit on our friends when we're out."

5 fucking minutes later... I see New Wing crossing the street by himself. I catch up to him and ask him what's going on. He says his friend blew him out by making fun of him in front of a set again.
He said, "I only brought him out because I thought he was my friend and he seemed to do really well with girls."
I told him that we have friends for different things. New Wing is my friend when we sarge. I wasn't even friends with him before that. On top of that, when you introduce the Game to anyone, it has to be in small increments. Give them just a little bit so they want to know more. If you tell anyone all about the Game and what we do, at best, they're not going to understand, and at worst, they'll mock you. He found out the hard way by breaking the rules.

How often do I open?

I'll average 3 openers a night. This is from 9pm to 2am. I really don't understand how so many aspiring PUA's can go out and open 12 sets a night with only a few number closes. When I open, I'd say I hook 90% of the time. I really enjoy talking and interacting so I stay in set a while. Sometimes I'll hang with the same people all night.

"You seem cool, are you friendly?"
My default opener blows open sets so well now, that I don't really need others. I still use the others, but just as routines. I don't let the convo die, if I need to, I've got 10 threads in my pocket ready to go.

Maybe I'm a lot better than I give myself credit for, or maybe it's just that I've been in field so much, but I just don't see the point of opening constant sets if you're not gonna hook. Am I missing something? I don't care, I'm having fun.

*UPDATE* I just realized why I only open a couple sets a night. I've been screening them before I open. I don't open what I would consider a difficult or awkward set. It may be I'm just going for the easy ones... wounded gazelles. Maybe the other guys are just opening everything without screening.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Orlando Trip: Success

I was in Orlando for work last weekend.
Friday and Saturday night I went out with co-workers...
Friday it was me, Jxxx (a guy who ended up being a great wing) and Txxxx (a female, unskilled pivot, but great social proof).
Saturday it was Jxxx and I.

Friday we went to 'City Walk' at Universal Studios theme park. It was a bunch of bars all next to each other with a club atmosphere and a bunch of tourists mixed with locals. Jxxx knew what we were going there for, but he wasn't opening. He was trying to game Txxxx (our pivot). I had previously f-closed her a couple years ago and knew that her new relationship status inhibited further sex, so I focused on other women.

Quick Digression: A few weeks ago, on Halloween night, the cutest, most scantilly clad lady was dressed as Snow White. She was a point or two higher than any other girl there that night. A guy I knew, who wasn't great at game, came over and talked to us. After a half-minute he says, "Where'd snow white go? I want to get her number." Then POOF! he's gone. I spotted him later, locked in with Snow White leaning in to him. He got her number. I've been thinking about his state of mind and I knew that whatever it was, I was going to own that state of mind.

Fast forward to Orlando/Universal at Citywalk. I fluff talk with my co-workers for about 15 minutes until I'm antsy as fuck. I spotted a 2-set earlier that I wanted to open and got off my seat and went over and talked to them. The point is, I really wanted to talk to them, I knew from their body language that my target would be receptive and I did it. No hesitation. Just action. I opened 2 more sets that night the same way. I need to access this state every night I go out.

Set 1. Inside 'Red Coconut'
I spot them as soon as I walk in the bar. A 2set. HB Blonde and HB Brunette. HBBlonde is further away and not really having fun. HB Brunette is actively looking around and smiling. It's early and I'm hanging with my friends. I notice more dudes are coming in, so I know I gotta act. I roll up in between them sitting at the bar and say, "You guys seem cool, are you friendly?" Their reply, "Yes." I'm in. The set hooks immediately.

My friends are looking for me and spot me across the bar. Jxxxx and Txxxx come in and I immediately introduce everyone. Jxxxx and Txxxx play interference with the Blonde and let me do my thing with the Brunette. I then lock in against the bar on the other side of HB Brunette so she's facing away from her friend and I can see every angle. Constantly teasing her and building attraction. Clearly I was what she was looking around the room for. "So what do you do for fun." Then into my 'snorkeling in cenotes' routine.

Her friend goes outside for a smoke and leaves us there in isolation. As I'm typing this I realize I blew a shot at a kiss close or some heavy kino. We'd been talking a while and I could have taken her to the dance floor. Her friend came back and was trying to go but my target was putting up a fight. I had my friends take a picture of us with my phone and I said, "give me your number and I'll send it to you."
She said, "oh, is that your move?" with a mischievious smile.

We made plans to meetup the next day. She was supposed to pick me up at the hotel and we'd go downtown. I texted her the next day, "Hey, It was great meeting you last night. Hope you got home safe. Still up for downtown tonight?" No response.

Set 2.
Earlier in the night I opened a 2set, a 5 and a 6, for warmup. "You got a light?" Transitioned into something. Was in set for 5 minutes and left to meet my friends.
After leaving Red Coconut, I was walking by myself to the next bar and ran into the same girls again. Bummed a light and immediately in conversation. They ask where my friends are, I said they should be right behind me. This time, however, it was the 5, 6, and a warpig. My target was clearly the 6 and I transitioned into a light sexual thread, but the warpig blew me out. My friends were supposed to be right behind me and I was waiting for them to take care of the cockblocks, but they thought I was still in the bar and were waiting for me there. Had I known they weren't coming, I wouldn't have gone sexual at all. As soon as I did, (the 6 clearly dug it) the warpig says, "I don't think you have any friends, I think they're made up." And she drags her friends away.
It's interesting, because all I said was, "You women are all the same, you only think about sex." Which was teasing about something the 6 said.
Note to self: "Don't sexualize a conversation without a wing to jump on the grenade."

Set 3. Inside 'Groove'
Found my friends, walked down to the next bar, Groove. As soon as we go inside my friends are a few paces ahead of me. I glance around and open the first person near me. HB Tally (Tallahasee, FL). Chick is decked out for clubbing. I say, you guessed it, "You seem cool, are you friendly?"
She got so excited and said, "I've been waiting for someone to ask me if I'm friendly! My girlfriend just went to make out with some guy and left me all by myself." *** JACKPOT! ***

Next Post: End of Set 3 and Day 2 Lay.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

My Night Game

My default procedure for night game is:
Standard Mystery Method with David DeAngelo Cocky/Funny during Attraction.
Speed Seduction sprinkled throughout, but especially in Qualification and Comfort.
Vin Dicarlo kino escalation ladder from Opening to Closing.
Always using Alpha body language, but locking in to a lounge state (more comfortable than the target/s) ASAP.
Always louder, constantly interrupting, and controlling the frame.
I love watching women try to keep up.

Friday, October 15, 2010

My Default SS Patterns

These are some patterns I've been using lately. I'm adding more and more as I go.

What do you do?
I'm in sales. Communications equipment.
I'm not just in it for the money either, my job is very rewarding because I help people connect with each other. Even though I've been doing it for about five years, I still find this is fascinating and rewarding. Like I've been given a gift. I mean, when two people come together and really enjoy each other's presence, it's a great feeling, right? Like suppose you came to a point where every day, as you touch people, you feel great and even better.
It's a warm feeling right in your chest that tells you, you're right where you should be. And as you think about it, you come over and over again to the conclusion that, you love doing it. You just feel so comfortable. And every day, it's like, everything in front of you is great. And because of the people you work with, you're happy to be here. If you need them, you can feel good about this, because you trust them.

Actor is the Best Job
Now, what I do is great and all, but I think the best job has to be an actor. My cousin's an actor. He's done all kinds of stuff, beer commercials, B movies, stage acting. I'll never forget, he told me about a movie he did, a B movie written by the guy that did gossip girl. He had a love scene in it with an actress that never did one before, so she was a little insecure and unsure of herself. My cousin told me the director pulled her aside before rehearsal and told her, "I know this is very new and exciting for you. And you're going to feel a lot of strong emotions. It's ok. It's completely normal, so just allow it to happen. Now, for the performance, what you have to do is imagine your ideal man, go inside and find the qualities of a perfect man, and project them onto this guy. Imagine this guy as having all the qualities of Mr. Right. Now... It's important to just go with it and give yourself permission to feel the attraction, because the performance depends on it." He said, "There is a lot at stake if you don't do this now."
So they take their places, the director calls, "action." They hold each other's hands, gaze into each other's eyes, and now I'll always remember this because it was kind of odd, he says, "Can you imagine what it's like to feel the warmth of true passion. Deep red passion, like an intense pressure building inside you, burning right here. Like a boiling overfilled water balloon pushing out on all sides, pushing and growing, pushing and growing, until it bursts and floods your body with sensation, a tingling warm wave, an electric energy oozing like lava out to the tips of your body and rythmically pulsing back in to the deepest spaces of your being. Can you feel that, would be an amazing feeling?"
You could tell she took what the director said to heart, because she shuddered lightly, her eyes started to well up and she leaned in and passionately kissed him. It wasn't even in the script!

I love skating. There's nothing else like it. Every time I stand on a board, it brings me back to the day I first got a skateboard. It brings back the feeling of utter fascination I had when I jumped on my G&S Neil Blender board and rolled down the street for the very first time. It's like, you can't help but feel like a kid again when you experience this. The world feels gigantic again, full of possibility. You feel full of wonder and fascination. It's like everything is falling into place and you're just along for the ride, like destiny is compelling you. Like a part of you, the childlike part of you comes forward and takes over, as you surrender to this. To me, it's like you don't ever want to go back to where you were. You don't want to grow up.

Music/Band on stage
I love playing music. Especially on stage. Like when you first walk up there, bright lights bearing down, the energy of the audience, it's so thick you can almost feel all the eyes on you, touching you. Then you feel a heat, a heat that builds up right inside you. It builds and builds to the point where you think you're going to burst. But as it spreads out, you realize it's the adrenaline pounding through your veins like sledge hammers through cinderblock wall. It makes you feel a certain power, or electricity. A fire deep within you. When you're right there and feeling so good. With me, it's like nothing else you've ever felt. Everything you do just feels right. The inner voice that you trust says, "This is right, this is where you should be." And you love doing it. With me, it's like fate has brought you to this place and given you this great experience. It just engulfs you and all you can think about is this moment. This time. As you surrender completely to the moment. The Now. And allow yourself to feel all the wonderful, amazing currents flowing through you. It's like what Richie Valens used to say, "The energy just penetrates your conciousness."

Snorkeling in Cenotes
What's the best vacation you've ever been on?
Really, that's cool. Me? Has to be when I went snorkeling in the Cenotes, the underground rivers in the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico. It was so amazing and serene, I have to tell you about it. It's a bumpy hot drive for about an hour through the jungle to get there. The whole time you're thinking, is this worth it? And then you have to hike a bit through rocky terrain with your shirt sticking to you. Then you see the open cave and a deceivingly small pool of water spread out in front of you. The jungle was so hot and sticky, when you plunge into the cool water it's such a relief. Like a weigh was lifted. Then when you're in the caves, floating in the comfort of the water, it feels so surreal that everything else is forgotten and this becomes everything to you. There is nothing else, only this experience. You can see the floor of the cave, 50 feet below, is lit up with flood lights and you feel like you're flying high over alien mountains. You can see more caves splintering off down into the dark abyss. There's room after room of these caves going on almost forever. Civilization is so far away, you can't help but feel one with nature. It's so peaceful. At first you can hear the jungle sounds coming in at the mouth of the cave, but then as you go deeper inside, it's silent, just the gurgle of water here and there and the echo of your breathing. Pure wonderful serenity, now, with me, it's like everything you see and hear just becomes more and more beautiful, because you're open to it, and this feeling of openness is like suddenly realizing there has been a cage around your heart, and this cage suddenly spreads wide open like the mouth of that cave, and you're now filled with this feeling of longing for what you know you are meant to have. And that's something you need to feel at least once in your life.
That was when I found what true peace and serenity is. I sometimes feel serenity is like this great internal stillness…I just stop talking, stop thinking…and then, you know, the things you’re now seeing…and hearing…just make you focus completely…and you find yourself growing completely comfortable with this…as if you’re meant to experience this…and you feel more and more connected, on deeper and deeper levels, to everything you’re now seeing and hearing…with’s like this…and you sense all this penetrating into your heart and soul…so it really comes inside you…all the way…and you know this is going to go deeper and deeper…you know, when you… feel this…now…with me…with this feeling, you just feel this even more powerfully…I had to travel thousands of miles and hike deep into the jungle to find it, but now that it's here, now. I'm better for it. And you know, this is what you are meant to feel and hold in your life, in your heart, in your mind, and in every nerve and muscle and fold of your body. Serenity is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?”

Writing Pattern
Writing can be a very powerful experience—you’re creating this world of absolute possibility, within which anything can happen, but you’ve gotta build it from scratch, out of matchsticks. Some people may not see how this can be the case, but with me, the more I think about it and experience it, the more I connect it to a sense of passion. It can be completely enthralling, like it’s pulling your attention irresistibly, a whirlpool sucking you in.
Imagine building a skyscraper out of matchsticks. Everything has gotta be perfectly balanced, perfectly set—and all you’ve got is your own determination, your focus, your ability—really, your ability to feel passion. The passion begins with a hard, solid sense in your gut— and as it grows stronger, this hard dark solid thing begins to feel like a drum, pounding and pounding, pounding and pounding, deep inside you. Everything else seems trivial, and your intensity, your passionate sense that this is hugely valuable and important, gets stronger and stronger—and paradoxically, the more focused you are on the experience you’re creating and you’re now inside, the more whole you feel. It’s as if in surrendering to the experiencing of giving yourself completely to this, feeling every part of yourself, every ounce of your ability to feel, totally devoted to this, the more you find yourself learning and growing.
Every little flickering character on the screen challenges you to find the one that should come next—or the one it really ought to be. You’re being challenged over and over again, and you sometimes want to pound your fist through the screen, and the screen seems to grow larger and clearer in your mind—everything seems to be growing larger and clearer all the time, as you become more and more consumed by this, in ways that feel more and more intense and rewarding, as you begin to feel that this aura of pure possibility begins to radiate out from deep inside you, and your thoughts become as penetrating and piercing and focused as a laser, able to make anything melt, through the heat of the desire inside you, and this laser begins to make you feel more and more in touch with what you truly want, as everything that it’s melting seems to combine all your doubts and inhibitions, carving away your fears, refining and strengthening your excitement and intensity, so as you realize those old things are now melting inside you, your passion and desire and intensity just get stronger and stronger, as the laser gets brighter and hotter …”

What do you do for fun?
Me? I'm an artist. I paint, sculpt, and draw. I wouldn't do anything else. People always tell me that it must take a lot of patience to do art, but patience has nothing to do with it. Patience means you're waiting for something, like you're suffering through one thing to get to another. But when you're creating art, a thing of beauty, there is nothing else in the world. It's like everything else fades away except what's right in front of you. And as you're looking at me thinking about what I'm saying, you can imagine that, right? Outside sounds get softer, the edges of your vision get blurry. The only thing you see is what's right in front of you. I mean, I remember in anatomy drawing, whether it's a clothed or naked body, when you focus intently on a feature on that one figure in front of you, you feel so calm and relaxed, it's like your mind opens up. And everything feels perfect, like it had to be this way. Like fate brought you to this moment of creation. When you enjoy something like this you don't want it to end. So you have to cherish every second of this, because at any moment it may be over and the feeling will be lost forever. So it's definitely not patience.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Long Text Game and LR

This is the text game and LR from The Funnest Girl So Far post.

Her Text
My Text

Sorry I missed your call, I can't talk at work.

What, you can't make personal calls at Burger King? ;)
Haha. I've got other guy friends I'm hanging out with. And I don't have time.

Fact: I'm way more fun than anyone else you've met, so that should narrow it down for you. Plus I'd cut you off after 3 min anyway. A "playa" can't spend too much time on one woman. ;)('playa' is inside joke from first meet)
That sounds more like an opinion. And what's with the 3 min?

3 min = I'm a busy man. You're right, it wasn't a fact: I was reading your mind ;) Call me when you're off and we'll talk about Saturday.
I'm really busy this week.

Keep working; I need a sugar momma :P Just keep Sat night open.
Sorry I didn't hang out Saturday, I left my phone at work.

Ha. I figured you called your friend and she got you to ditch me to hang out with her... which is forgivable. But losing your phone?! I gotta hold that against you. ;)
Well my friend didn't come down this weekend.
I would have at least called if I made other plans. I'm nice like that...

Good thing that's a quality I admire... otherwise I'd have to break up with you. ;)
Ok heart breaker... so you like nice girls with money? fyi...
I don't have a lot of money. I like nice boys... that make me go wild.

Go wild? You women are all the same; you just want me for my body.
Aww... you want someone that's gonna see whats on the inside. ;)
Good for you.

--- a few weeks pass

On what??!

I was just thinking about you. Congratulations! ;)
Haha. I thought I won something. You still thinking about me.. :P

Who is this?
Is this 'Pulsotic's' phone?

Haha Just messin with you, goof. ;) So easy though. Did you know the word "gullible" isn't in the dictionary? True story. How's the workaholics anonymous going? :)
And you're funny too. I might like you ;) Well not a workaholic,
but busy. Goof... yes. very. gullible... a little :P
Anyway, what ya been up to?

Ha. You can't fool me. I already know you like me. Something about the way you were eying me like a piece of meat. Text is too slow. We'll have to talk again soon.
-- called and left message that said I'd be away for the weekend --
I'm at work... why I missed you're call. You're going away? :)
next week I'll be working earlier days so give me a call one night.
I might be available to talk for "3 min." ;)

-- She sent pic of Penis Pacifier, "For girls who can't sleep."
-- Probably a spam text. I know you're not supposed to answer these, but
-- it was an easy way to get the convo sexual

Awww, you shouldn't have. Wow, is sex all you ever think about?
Naughty girl. ;) Just once I'd like to meet a beautiful, exciting woman at an awful dive bar without being objectified. But, hey, if it helps with your insomnia then go for it. ;)

Good luck with that :) haha. is there more to you than just a sexual
object? J/k. actually I'm thinking about food... but wait... still
thinking about sex more ;P

-- She sent pic of Man sleeping on bed of boobs in pajamas.--
Is this better?

Wow, deja vu. That's just like this dream I had of you... only there were no pajamas. ;)
Haha. perv. ;) I'm not surprised you're dreaming of me... I have that effect.

---- A few weeks pass ----

I know you haven't been able to stop thinking about me, so I figured I'd say hi.
U r so considerate. But I almost forget what you look like.
Some nude pics would jog my memory ;p
N I kinda have a boy friend/toy now sorta.
Damn short attention span :)

Naughty girl... I'd send you pics, but then you'd have to buy a new phone after drooling all over it... and it's not your memory that would be jogged ;)
A boyfriend, huh? Does that mean we're not getting married now?
P.S. Do you like roasted marshmallows?

You're so right. cough "prude"
Yes, I love roasting marshmallows... why?

What are you doing up so late on a school night, weirdo? ;)
So we both like roasted marshmallows... I knew you had a sweet tooth. Things are lookin' up.
P.S. You like red or white wine?

Red.. I'm with my boy toy.. he is bein a baby.
I don't have to work tomorrow.. or much at all this week.
Why are you still up?

How are you going to support me if you don't work?
I was up all night working on a project and now I'm amped on Mayorga hazelnut coffee. Mmmmmm.
P.S. Horror movie or comedy?

Comedy... what's with the p.s.'s dork? :)
so you're gonna take me 2 a funny movie and then we'll eat marshmallows
and wine? this is my vaca. I'm tryin to enjoy it. I drank blueberry beer
all night.
What's the project?

Greedy girl... I might have, but you didn't say please... I hope you didn't stay in Nxxxxx for your vacation. I'm a fill in guitarist for a band. I have to learn all their songs for a short tour up north. What's the rest of your week look like? I'm away this weekend and next but I may have a few minutes after practice on thurs night(tomorrow)to get a drink with you.
P.S. It's so adorable when you call me 'dork'... I want to adopt you...weirdo ;)

I'm a slow texter. My hands are tired.
I remember you quit Mxxxx when you got your 1st guitar.
I'm impressed, you're a hard worker ;)
You didn't tell me about the band thing.
Now I really get a feel for what a 'player' you are.
I do have to work tonight till like 12am... or I would have had a drink
with my dork. :( I know you're sad.

I'm intrigued... What's an innocent girl like you doing with your hands that's making them so tired? Oh, the band thing... that's odd, I thought I told you everything about me, you mean there's something I missed?!
No drink? Your loss... but I've already met my weirdo charity quota this week, so it all works out :) What are your early days or days off?

You're so right... I am intriguing, and innocent and, well I could go
on and on ;p I know you're upset you didn't get to see me... don't be
a brat :) I do have to work, my schedule is ever changing... I usually
work late on thurs... and mostly off on the weekends. but most nights
I'm off by 8. So what is the band you play with? Where will you be
playing at? wow... I sound like a stalker groupy. Maybe I am. or not.
You pretty boys all think alike :)) my playa package..

You evaded the question about your hands... now I have to use my imagination ;) Btw, you do sound like a stalker groupie... I'll let it slide this time, though, cuz I got a thing for Jersey girls. I'm in a couple bands now. The band I'm fillin' in for is from Philly. They play all over the place. I'd actually stay in the band, but I don't like touring... something about being in an enclosed space with a bunch of sweaty guys... but you'd probably LOVE it ;)
P.S. I'll be near Nxxxxx next week. You want to get a drink on tues or thurs night

So you're fantasizing about me again :) that's right, jersey girls are the
best! more people should think like you. so hows you're fill in tour with
sweaty boys going? and how many other stalkers do you have? I'm a curious
girl... enough so that I'll meet up with you next week. You have to behave
though ;P well I'm tired. time to put on my sexy pj's (sweats) and crawl
in bed... -big hug :)

I like being the only one who thinks like me - I'm in a league of my own. It's been an adventure lately... Almost died several times. Behave? Don't worry, my intentions are completely dishonorable. So tuesday night... I'll talk to you before then.
P.S. You wear clothes to bed? Weird. ;)

I'm happy to hear you are still alive. Would really like to hear about
your multiple brushes with death. Oh and you better behave... you know
I'm a taken woman ;) haha. So I need to save Tuesday night for you...
Ok Just for you.. only cause you're a cute dork..
You're gonna need to wear some bad glasses, and break out in some acne..
Ya know, tone it down a little bit so I can control myself :)
And yes I wear lots of clothes to bed. I like to be cozy. I might even
cuddle with a stuffed tiger ;p. But that's a secret. @

---- met for day 2, had awesome time, talked for several hours at a bar ----
---- made out in her car, no full close ----

Ha... last night I was feeling a little off. I know you're thinking I must
have been nervous ;) but anyway I woke up through the night full blown sick
as a dog... uhh. So I hope I didn't get you sick... but it gave me an excuse
to text you ;P

I could tell you were off... I'm feeling fine, though. I have a robust immune system. Ever since that Navy Doctor experimented on me... bullets don't hurt me either which has been pretty handy...
haha, funny guy. I'm really sick... I'm laying in bed bored and miserable.
So I was talkin to my girlfriend today and I may need your services :)
Not what you're thinking... sorry. But I do have a hot friend that could
use a charming, hot, no strings attached guy.. kinda like you :) know any?

Oh, I get it. Orgies are fun. Long as you're cool with sharing me. I'll bring my alter ego... I don't know if you could handle him, but he is entertaining.
I just thought you had a good understanding of men and women. So I assumed
you may know some men like yourself. In my delirium maybe I wasn't making
sense.. not talking orgies. Though I do love my girl and would share you :)
You'd just have to tell me all the dirty details ;p. Oh and being that we're
in love now, you should get me some damn soup... had to get some other dork
to get it for me. @

You're so right... I should have a radio talk show :) I could help thousands of you weirdos all at the same time ;p BTW, Just because I'm a know-it-all doesn't mean I know everything, but I do feel your pain... there are few quality guys out there. Though I know ONE that I would consider like me, the three of us should be enough.
P.S. Soup is what errand boys are made for.

OK... don't really know what you were talking about in the last text...
I thought you were my errand boy ;) No, but I was seriously looking for a guy
like you for my friend. I have enough boys on my hands :) She hasn't gotten
any for 2 years, 'cause she doesn't want to put in any time. Then we could
all go on a double date.. ya!... how cute would that be ;O I know you love
that kinda stuff. Dorks always do :)

2 years? Hot? Something doesn't add up. You may be succumbing to rescuer syndrome... I think your judgment may be compromised ;) Anyway, I don't believe in blind dates... they're for the desperate. Send me the sexiest pic you have and I'll let you know.
P.S. Send one of you too ;)

Only you would make this complicated :) ... I'm not trying to pawn you
off... you are a part of my collection. I'm not done with you yet ;p Merely
trying to set up a friend. So what have you been doing with yourself?

Oh.. and blind dates are not for the desperate.. and so what if I'm a rescuer
... I care.. I have a great big heart.. aww ;)

Oh, so...... she's ugly? Complicated is more fun... and you know it ;) All kidding aside, that's like asking to borrow my Lamborghini to lend to a friend I've never met and who doesn't know how to drive. Plus, if she's not willing to put in the work, that tells me she doesn't feel she deserves it... Which begs the question: "Does she have low self esteem?" Which then leads me to further assumptions about how she takes care of herself. Sometimes I'm wrong. Either way, he's my friend and I have no desire to waste his time.
P.S. I was just picturing you naked and it was HOT ;)

Sometimes you're such a cocky little brat... that needs to be spanked ;) Oh
and my friend, well your amateur analysis was way off... 'it's complicated'
;p And put in the time... meaning she's busy and doesn't have time for a lot
of dating and needy men.. but forget it now. Oh I think I lost the pic I took
of you :( You are right about one thing.. I'm very Hot naked!.. I know you
think of it often... do you think you have a shot? :)

A shot? I'll need the bottle :)
You really are a brat ;)) you're lucky I'm playful

---- a week passes ----

If I ask you a question can you give a real honest answer?
Is that supposed to make me crazy with curiosity? And what do you think I'm
gonna say... 'no, I'm a liar' ;) You're funny :)

Haha... who's the Brat now? When you're done spanking me I'll have to return the favor ;) Interestingly, you didn't answer me. Don't know how I put up with you. If I wasn't already in love with your sexy ass... ;) xoxo(love thing is an inside joke from day 2)

I accidentally erased the last part of your txt... said something about how
sexy I was and love. Yeah, I get that a lot ;) your question was for real
then? Ok.. yes I can. And I already knew I was a brat. I love that were
brats :) miss you ;p

Figures... stalkers always miss me. Ya can't get enough of the Lxxxxx Lxxxxx, can ya :) Well you know me and pseudo-psych tests... and I love the way you answer them ;) Now this is very important, my sexy girl...
If my balls were itching after you had tied my hands behind my back, would you scratch them or make me suffer?

I'll get back to your last txt later. I have a question... have you ever had
Ambien sex?

Honestly..your question.. it doesn't matter ;) that is something only the
men I allow to be tied up by me can know. So what I would do is a mystery ;p
What's the fun in telling you :)

Ambien sex? No. The point of which is to reduce inhibition, which I remove with my clothes anyway. Ambien causes amnesia, too. When you're making breakfast I want to remember how you looked during the peak of passion. I don't see you having a problem with inhibition, though. I think you'd be crazy fun in bed... and loud ;)
BTW, What's the fun in NOT telling me? I never said I'd let you tie me up. I'm disappointed, girl. I was gonna let you take a 'Lamborghini' for a spin on tues, but now I have to reconsider...

I am a free spirit, love to try new things (even if it isn't good for me)
I always learn the hard way. Sometimes you get all dorky and hyped up...
It's cute, sweety, but relax :):) Also, everyone has inhibitions.. they are
what keep us from grabbing a stranger's breasts, etc. BTW, Ambien sex was
pretty good.. and I remember it all, I texted you right afterward ;)

Free spirit? Yeah, you do seem hippyish :) You're such a freak, I mean how often do you get the urge to grab other's breasts? I shoulda known... my nipples still ache. Oh, I get it... the Ambien was to forget who you were with and when it didn't work, you texted who you WISHED it was ;)
BTW, Nothin' wrong with the hard way, that's how I roll :)
P.S. You have early days this week or next?

---- sent pic of woman's vagina with piercings, "she could have just said
---- not tonight"

Yeah, I'm a freak alright ;) Cute theory on the Ambien. Except I didn't
forget anything, so... Don't know why you were on my mind after though..
Hmmm ;) Alright, what's up with this "Lxxxxx Lxxxxx".. is that how
you refer to yourself when hitting on girls? Too funny ;p. Well I work no
later than 8 most days this week and next.. aww, you miss me... that's
adorable.. -big kiss-

"Lxxxxx Lxxxxx" is my secret agent codename... we're recruiting, ya know... right now we've got an opening for a freaky, sexy female agent... think you got what it takes? ;) How do you look in stilletos and a ball gown?
Sometimes you ask stupid questions ;p And yeah I can handle being a secret
agent... haha... when do I start?

Not. So. Fast. There is a rigorous interview process and an intense field test where I will personally drill you, pushing you to your physical limits. We'll find out if you can really handle it... IF you are accepted you will receive your codename and mission briefing.
sounds like a good time :) Oh yeah, and you are such a dork ;)

It's weird how infatuated you are with dorks ;) I don't know who your boyfriend is but he isn't spanking you enough.
Why don't you think he is spanking me enough? I'll have to let him know.
Actually, I'm infatuated with you ;p You being a dork... then yes I am.

---- She sent txt of "Clap song" ----

Why? Because naughty girls need to be spanked. Hard. No worries, I'll take care of it next time I see you. And if you behave I might even bite your neck a little ;)
I was going to say that I'm a good girl... out of instinct. But I'm not...
Haha. And if I let u spank me n bite my neck. Damn you're cocky :) Somehow I
have 2 boyfriends now.. uhh. It's so hard to be me ;) Why can't I find guys
that just want to have fun and not get serious. I'm not good at all this
sneaking around. So, no I'm not feeling like a good girl. Somebody needs to
spank me ;p

If I weren't an hour and a half away I'd come help you out with that right now... you sexy woman ;)

---- Sent 5 part text to her ----
I got a txt from you just now in 5 parts.. I only got 1 out of 5.. and it
just said "dule like" and the other pages were blank... so resend the text
thanks love :)

It was actually supposed to be 105 parts... I was hoping you'd proofread the first chapter of my romance novel... You're cool with graphic descriptions of incorrigible lasciviousness, right?

-resent text-
Haha... 2 guys, that must be tough (extreme sarcasm)... Including your txt bf that's three, right? You're such a deviant :) Sounds like a tuesday for most women I know. The sneaking around is what makes it so much damn fun. And there's nothin wrong with a little fun, especially since you work so much. You need a release, you gotta open yourself up to having fun or you'll explode with me it's so important to have an outlet... thing is you women always say that and then you fall in love with me, but I am quite adventurous, and prone to taking risks, so I'm willing to give it a shot ;) I may be in your area sunday, what's your schedule like?
It is hard ;) My 1st bf wants to be with me all the time. And is the jealous
type.. kinda takes the fun out of sneaking around.. cause I do like him.
Although I do know how fun that can be. But as appealing as you are.. I'm not
going to fall for you.. sorry, I know you were hoping I'd fall in love with
you :) I can count on one hand, that's missing fingers, the guys I've fallen
for. You have a wall up, and I respect walls, I don't try and break them down
It's too much work. And Sunday I'm supposed to see bf 2... hmmm.. what to
do ;p And don't worry about me... I have lots of fun. So when else is my
'hot package' going to be in my area? xoxo
... or who knows, maybe I will fall for you and stalk you for the remainder
of your life ;)

You are so weird ;) and missing fingers? What are you a Bond villian? If you weren't so sexy... Btw, that's why they're called 'plans' and not 'definites'... cancel your plans with bf2 and get me while the gettin's good... I'll be there about 9pm.

haha.. do you really think I'm like all the other girls? "Sure I'll
cancel all my plans at the chance to spend an hour with you" How about you
cancel band practice on monday (or any night you have plans) and hang out
with me while you've got the chance. :) So tell me something... Why do you
think I should ditch my plans with a guy that wants to take me out and spoil
me all day? Plus I already ditched him this coming Saturday. And yeah I know
I'm weird.. Isn't it cute :)

I feel super bad for bf2 because you bailed on him once... and because he has to pay for your affections. I'm actually really busy this week... I've got a bday party on monday I can't miss cuz my friend's a dancer in the circus and she isn't in town long, I'll be in Tampa from tuesday to friday for a photoshoot, and Saturday I'm going to a broadway show with an old friend. I have band practice on Sundays now and was planning on ditching out tomorrow, but maybe I should be more committed.
I'm sorry if it seems like I've forgotten about you ;p. so I'm assuming you
didn't have a circus party or photo shoot in florida.. so how was the
Colbert Report? :) oh and being spoiled has little to nothing to do with
money.. but being that I'm not that interested in bf2.. I only date him
because he spoils me.. I'm sure you've done the same. And I fought with bf1
all weekend.. why do I always fall for jerks because the sex is good? Anyway
wanted to let you know I missed you ;)

What is it about these stewardesses that makes me so rock hard? Now my pants don't fit. It's pushing so tight against my zipper. I just keep picturing her climbing onto my lap and riding me in my seat, sliding up and down as I'm biting her neck. I can feel the warm, moist air of her breath on my ear and her soft moans send a tingling up my spine like electricity, slowly burning, it's energy building... building... to the point where it can't be contained any longer and it flows uninhibited, like a river of warm taffy, sinking into the deepest, innermost, hidden places...

I didn't know you read romance novels... that's cute. Or did you write that
yourself.. just for me?.. cuter! :)

Cute? Yeah, we're a pair, you 'n me ;) We should just go to vegas and get married. What's your weekend look like?
So you're proposing now ;)... yeah we're a pair of something.. liars,
manipulators, users maybe? ;p .. haha. well I think I have plans this
weekend.. I usually do.
I may be free on sunday.. not sure. I'm a busy girl, so what's your weekend
looking like?

That's what I like most about you... your inner libertine. It's what makes you so sexy ;) I've got committments on Saturday and Monday, Looks like Sunday is our night. What are you going to wear?
would nothing work? ;)... it doesn't matter what I wear, I can work anything.
I met a girl this weekend from your home country. she was crazy. I liked her.

Nothing? That's a look you could pull off... Of course you know I like the idea of you and I naked... but let's not rush things, I'm not a piece of meat... we'll start slow, ease into it... How smokin' hot would you be with a skirt and heels... and nothing underneath?
Crazy fun Lxxxxxxxx? What's this world coming to? How'd you meet her?

haha.. maybe you are a piece of meat ;).. no, don't worry we will take it
real slow. Oh, but could you do me a favor and bring some nipple clamps?
thanks. So I'd obviously look good in skirt n heels.. but I'm sure you want
to see if I do it because you said you wanted me to... I'm not good at
following directions :) Sorry. I met this girl at a party over the weekend,
she has only lived in this country for 5 yrs... she was hot n crazy.
hmmm, kinda like you.

Hey cutie, wear what you want... Your gorgeous body will rock whatever little fabric you wrap it in.
Ya know, Lxxxxxxx women can be a bit abrasive, but they're usually sexually unabashed and insatiably lecherous. By your description she sounds like a kindred spirit... someone I should meet ;) Did you get her number?

I didn't get her number, but I'm sure I'll see her again. Haha.. she was
angry that Americans didn't know more about her country.. 'cause someone
asked if she was from russia. Yea, I was thinkin about wearing skirt n heels
with nothing underneath ;) maybe. That or the sexy sweats I wear to bed.
What are you going to wear? You're my text bf3.. you have to look hot for me
;P shouldn't be a problem for you. Oh and where are you taking me?

Ah, the obligatory drunken faux pas. Of course she was mad... The fool! He fell victim to one of the classic blunders - The most famous of which is: "Never get involved in a land war in Asia" - but only slightly less well-known is this:
"Never ask a Lxxxxxxx if they're Russian."
Oh, you want me to take you somewhere, Princess? I was looking forward to getting drunk with you and makin' out at a random dive bar. Either that or we could take a long hard trip to Amora Academy ;)

Should I know where that is? :) .. well you could always take me to a dive
bar. Thanks for recognizing my inner princess. You could always take me to
Mxxxxx again.. is that dive enough for you? So you're not russian then...
good to know.. ;)

Ok, Mxxxxx it is. I'll be there bout 9. Lookin forward to seeing ya, cutie.
yeah..sounds good. can't wait ;) ..I'm in dire need of a change in scenery.
and I don't mean Mxxxxx :p

---- Hung out at Mxxxxx. I said, "Let's get outta here."
---- She said, "OK" Went to her place and had sex by the pool ;)

Hey Beautiful, I had fun hanging out with you last night. Look forward to seeing you again.
Yeah, I had a good time too :)

--- Sent FWD:"Dear Vagina.... I, the penis"

I'm at a crap bar in phl called Kxxxxxx. Was just thinking bout you... picturing you naked again. I was right, ya know (I usually am)... you ARE hot naked ;) Don't dream about me too much, sexy girl.

Crap bars make you think about me.. that's so romantic. I guess I should be
thinking about you, since I'm sitting by the pool :p ... I only dream about
us getting married... that's not weird is it?.. can't help it you're such a
cute dork :)@

What's your schedule sunday?
---- Sent pic of her cousin ----
My cousin in the pic wants to meet you... or if you have any hot friends...
she wants them too... oh tomorrow night I have plans, sweetheart, sorry

I'm sooo fucked up.. I'm in the bathroom. But yeah I got plans for sunday.
What you doin on monday?? I'm ill at the moment.. And everyone wants to be so
serious.. And I just wanna throw up... lol :)

Contrast is king. I like the juxtapositioning of the classy necklace with the tattoo. She's probably an interesting person. Why does she want to meet me? Sounds like you had an off night. Hope things turn around for you. Monday is bad for me. Maybe friday, definitely sunday.
Shut up.. an off night?.. I was having a good time.. well up until I got
locked in the trunk of a car :) oh my cousin is married and not happily and
is looking for a side piece. You happened to pop in my head.. I like to
share ;p but for the most part, I just drunk texted you. And I don't know if
she is that interesting... She used to be wild when she was younger.. now
she's not. I try to bring out her wild side, but as always, like sat night
she got tired and left the bar early.. and I stayed. Hmmm.. maybe you would
hit it off.. you always want to leave early too...nerd :)

Hey weirdo, I can't do Friday now, got plans up in philly. How's this sunday look for you? xoxo
perfect.. I can't do friday either. Sunday works.. where you taking me??

haha.. suppose could do something different this time... did you want to invite your cousin?
not really.. she is kinda too high maintenance for me. She would need
someone's undivided attention. So if you or someone you know wants to do that
I can see if she's available. @

Nothin wrong with high maint, but I don't give my undivided atten to anyone. It's just me sunday. Call her up. If it's nice maybe we could actually go swimming. I'll pick up some drinks.

I'm gonna have to renege on the drinks. I forgot you owe me. Yuengling or a nice red wine would be great ;)
I'll get you some pabst maybe:) swimming over here isn't a good idea
anyway.. unless it's 1am. You should take me to your place ;) we could cuddle
and watch movies.. haha

Your car work yet?
it works enough..not well. I need a new car.

Good. I need a ride. Think it'll make it to AC?
oh you need a ride. Well I need a back rub. Do you give good massages?

---- sent "exercise ball spam text" ----

I guess looks will only take me so far, huh ;) I can give toe-curling massages, but only if I'm getting one at the same time. You have a girlfriend that could help us out on sunday?
Now you are the weird one.. what do you need help with on sunday?.. ya..bonus
points for you since you give such great massages ;)

You read my last text too fast - Ur gf to give me a massage while I give you one - what else could I have meant :p
no ive been in outerspace lately ;)... too much stress. i will try and pay
more attention to your future texts :p..

I'd expect nothing less.. don't worry.. you can expect a stimulating yet relaxing sunday night.. and let your tension surrender to the slippery silkiness.. of calm.. soothing.. release..
you should try and get sum weed if ya wana relax like that :) try also..
i jst don't usually get it..i usually jst smoke wit sumone

:p......what do you want from
Ha, adam lambrt fan? .. Hows 9 tonight?

Ur txt bout weed... I might be able to get some tonight, but only if bass player has enough.

Quit playin hard to txt :p Are you still hangin out tonight or should I make other plans?
i running in bucks county right row, at a friends.. i thought id be
leaving earlier. im not sure what time il be back.. sorry. i have a lot of
free time this week though if you want 2 make it for another night.. sorry

What time u b back?
dont at a friend of a friends.. so im just here until she is ready 2
leave..were at a cookout. so it may be maybe close to 11 or 12..??

Don't worry bout it, cutie.. I'm just glad ur ok.. thought something bad happened again.. Onway to philly now. Have fun at the cookout n I'll catch you next time. Week days rough for me. I'm always here on sundays anyway, though. Hows nxt sun look for u?
wht ya doin..i will be home in 20 min..did u make other plans

Yeah, I'm in philly. U get my last txt?
jst got it...u suck...:)

--- one week later ---

Hey stoner, are you gonna be around sunday night? im gettin some weed and i need someone cool to smoke with.
haha..yeah i will be around sunday night. where the hell do you go during
the week?? ;p..

You realize, of course, that I expect you to provide the drinks, right?
you are such a cheap ass ;) maybe il buy you a drink...and maybe some chicken
strips if your a good boy...

Listening to Coldplay... It's so inspirational :D(inside joke)

Hey brat, I hope you're working hard today, cuz I'm thinkin I'll be in the mood for chicken strips and Dom Perignon on sunday :)

Hangin out tonight?
yeah..i didn't forget you ;)

9, Mxxxxxx?
yea..pick me up :)

Ur so high maintenance ;)
i know :)

--- Lay Report ---
--- picked her up at 9:20, drove to mcglynns. smoked pot in car. hung out at mcglynns. she bought the drinks and chicken strips for me. drove back to her place. smoked pot in the car again. hung out by pool. both got naked and swam. she was playing sexual teasing games. i just leaned back against the edge of the pool and acted unaffected. when i felt it was time, i advanced and she wrapped her legs around me in the water and, while standing, i held her up and we grinded for a while. she's getting hotter and hotter and she finally says, "you wanna get out of the pool?" we get out and put a lounge chair down flat. she lays down and we have sex for a ridiculously long time. something about her or the situation, maybe because i was high, but i was hard longer than i'd ever been before and i took full advantage of it. when she was done she says, "you want me to suck your cock?" - "yeah". she goes down and puts all her energy into one of the best blow jobs i've ever had. yeah, that good. we lay for a while, in the quiet. then she gets up and we both get in the water again for a few minutes. we get out, dry off, have a cigarette, and sit in patio chairs. I fell asleep for about 10 minutes. we chat and then i tell her to walk me to my car. kiss goodbye. the drive home was horrible. A 25 minute drive while stoned out of my mind, but so worth it.

--- goal of next text: This was meant to be reassuring and make her feel good about what we did all night, and to make her smile

Hey beautiful, i was just thinking about your kisses. hope your day is going well, xoxo
hi hotty ;) i can't sleep and i'm bored..i seriously need constant
entertainment. oh, and you forgot to give me my massage sunday...
you were so funny :)

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--- We met many more times and one in particular I'll have to post