PUA in Philadelphia

Winter Update

2012-01-30T14:42:00.000-08:00

I haven't been too active lately. It's fuckin' cold. I've gone out only a couple times for new leads and haven't followed up on any of them.

I've been seein this one girl for a while (met her July 2011) and the sex is great. She does pretty much whatever I want. She got drunk the other night and all but told me she loves me. Great, now I feel bad. See, I have feelings for her too, but I know it's just chemicals and that it fades pretty quickly. I've had feelings for many other women as well, but I don't make decisions based on them. That would be foolish. I've been seein her only a couple times a month. Never more than that. But of course she's been pining for me the whole time. She really talked my ear off when she was drunk and revealed everything. So now I can't see her anymore, which sucks, cuz like I said, the sex is great.

There was another girl I was seein for a while. Witch Costume from Halloween 2011. We hung out a buncha times and had Ok sex. She has a big dog which is a big turnoff. I haven't seen her in a couple weeks. Neither of us has contacted each other. I guess it's mutual.

Some Quick Text Game

2011-11-22T13:39:00.000-08:00

Most of my texting now is just logistics. This is some recent teasing, though. Some of this is compliance testing. If she accepts the frame then everything is a lot easier later. Some of this is also screening for her interest. It doesn't all go well.

TO RANDOM GIRLS
WORKOUT GIRL
BEE COSTUME
WITCH COSTUME
SMALL HAT GIRL

TO RANDOM GIRLS:

ME: Haha I just made you look at your phone

WORKOUT GIRL:
(met her on a friday and hung out at a party, then bar, then friends house, then drove her home and got her number)

HER: Drive safe

ME: I rear-ended a cop car while reading your text.

HER: Very funny.

(couple days later)
ME: What's your schedule this week? I want to see you again

HER: I have a lot going on, but what are you thinking?

ME: Sure you do but I already got tix to mexico for the weekend. You can ditch philly, right?

HER: If you got a ticket for me too, I'm in.

ME: Well, you called my bluff...

HER: Indeed ;)

(next day)

HER: Why are you interested in me? (shit test)

ME: I need a sugar momma (she's in law school)

HER: Sorry, I'm going into public interest

ME: You just need to make enough so I can be a house husband
ME: We also need a butler

HER: I was thinking Chef

ME: I like the way you think, but then who's gonna bring me my food?

HER: ...

(next day)
ME: Ok, I got the tix, plane leaves in 20, just meet me at the airport

HER: I showed up... Where were you?

ME: Traffic

(couple days later)
ME: How's your weekend going?

HER: Weekend went well. How was your weekend?

ME: My weekend was awesome, I'm in OH visiting friends, be here for the week.

HER: Cool. Have fun!

ME: Always do. You doing anything crazy this week?

HER: Finals are coming up, so I need to study. I have a race on friday. May go to NY this weekend. Roomie problems.

ME: I say blow off the studying and come party with me in Ohio. Hotel room has a kickass jacuzzi. Bonus: your roomate/stalker won't be here

HER: You wish... (I did NOT like this response, 'she's the prize' frame)

ME: Oh, I forgot to tell you, I have a strict 'no clothes' policy in the jacuzzi... and room... (reframe - I call the shots)

HER: Interesting policy...

ME: It's a king, but you'll have to sleep on the floor cuz I like to spread out

HER: You can sleep on the floor... I'll sleep on the bed like a star fish

ME: Lmao when I pictured that, ok stringbean, we'll armwrestle for it

HER: I'll win (did I mention she's in law school - alpha chicks can be hard nuts to crack)

ME: You wish... (ended the convo here, I'll restart later with stronger frame)

BEE COSTUME GIRL:
(met on holloween. she was really flirtatious and we made out, but she balked when I put her on my lap)

ME: Hey cutie, how's your week goin?

HER: Hey stranger, what's up

ME: You didn't answer the question, goof

HER: Work is good. What about you?

ME: I've been a busy bee. Workin by myself all week. You sell any insurance plans this week?

HER: Really... now you're the bee. Lmao. What do you do again??

ME: Did I tell you? I do xxxxx. What's your schedule this weekend? I want to see you.

HER: Awe. I'd luv to c u to (spelling kept to emphasize her laziness)

ME: Good, then tell me what nights you're available this weekend

HER: Fri

ME: Fri, 9:30, drinks at MxxxGxxx

HER: I'll let you know if that works. K

ME: You've got an hour

HER: For what

(more than an hour later)

HER: Me and my friends will be out fri. Text me. Maybe we can catch up (she thinks I'm a beta-boy and I'll be content with crumbs)

ME: Yeah, I don't want to do that

HER: Huh.
HER: Y not

ME: I don't like maybe's, have to get together some other time

HER: ????

(couple days later)
ME: Hows your week goin?

HER: It's ok

ME: Just ok?

HER: Ehh. Yea it was ok. What do you do again.. ???

ME: Underwater sneaker repair

HER: Lol!

(Never met up with her again. This chick was REALLY dumb. I had to explain to her what the word 'Jovial' meant. Which sucks because she was petite and blonde, just my style. Only thing is she reminded me of another girl I know who is a complete attention whore which means it was a bad lead anyway.)

WITCH COSTUME:
(also met on Holloween)

ME: How's your week going?

HER: Oh hey! Going well. Getting ready to go to work... Didn't think I was going to hear from you. How's your week?

ME: Not hear from me? That's crazy talk. My work's been busy, been by myself. What's your schedule like this weekend. I want to see you.

(logistics followed and we met up. I cut to the chase immediately after she said 'didn't think I was going to hear from you'. That meant she felt I had higher value and she would be amenable to hookup, which she was)

SMALL HAT GIRL:
(also met on Holloween at same bar)

HER: Hey! How's your weekend going?

ME: Yo weird, I was just thinking about you. My weekend has been really great. Met a lot of cool people and been hangin with my bro. How bout you? (always be exciting)

HER: I'm good. I just got to work. I hope you enjoy your night.

(later)

HER: What time do you usually get off work?

ME: Deepends on day, I have some long hours and it can take me a while to finish, but sometimes I go in late too. What do you have in mind? (obvious double entendres)

HER: I was thinking about asking you out for a drink.

My Current Workout Routine

2011-11-22T09:30:00.001-08:00

This is Part 2. See my previous post before you read this one.

Before you do any workout you need to assess your goals. Figure out what you want to achieve. The following workout has been chosen for MY needs: Overall Strength and Mass.

This workout is based on the Compound Workout found at the Muscle and Strength website.

I have changed the workout slightly to fit my needs. Your needs will vary. My specific changes occur when I experience shoulder pain or 'popping'. Some people's knees pop when they do squats or lunges. For me it's my shoulders. So I don't do Chin ups (but I do Pull Ups) and all barbell excercises are with a wide grip.

I added calf excercises (seated and standing). High weight/low rep for Standing, low weight/high rep for seated. I added a second Barbell Bench Press to help build my chest quicker. I use Olympic Rings for Dips and Inverted Rows. Sometimes I do pushups with them. Olympic Rings are an excellent compound workout tool.

I vary the reps and weight. Sometimes lower reps / higher weight just to mix it up. I do the excercises in a different order each time. The weight stays the same during all four sets to keep it simple. If I'm too burnt out to do a single rep, then I drop the weight a bit. I only increase the weight if I'm able to do more than 12 reps. I like to keep the reps below 12, closer to 8, for the first set.

This workout takes me about an hour. If you're new to it, I'd only do 2 sets to start, which will only take a 1/2 hour. You don't ever have to do 4 sets depending on your goals.

I don't do any real cardio. If I have time to workout then I'm going to spend it lifting heavy things. If I don't get DOMS then I'm not working out hard enough. I always warm up with jumping jacks w/ dumbells and sometimes a full set w/ light weight. Stretch only after warmed up.

Videos of all these excercises can be found HERE.

Monday: Chest and Triceps
Barbell Bench Press
Incline Bench Press
Smith Machine Bench
Flys
Dips w/ Olympic Rings - Max reps
French Press

Tuesday: Legs and Abs
Squats
Deadlift
Lunge
Standing Calf Raise
Seated Calf Raise
Leg Raise w/ Crunch w/ 25lbs plate

Wednesday: Rest day

Thursday: Back and Biceps
Wide Grip Pullups - Max reps
Bent Over Barbell Rows
Cable Row
Inverted Row w/ Olympic Rings
Preacher Curl
Barbell Bench Press - Max reps - same weight from Monday

Friday: Shoulders
Military Press
Alternate Arm Seated Dumbell Press
Shrugs
Upright Rows w/ Smith Machine
Leg Raise

Saturday & Sunday: Rest Day

Working Out, My Routine and Suggestions

2011-11-21T21:35:00.000-08:00

Ok, if you don't already know this then you're a fucking lazy moron: You need to work out if you're going to be competing with other men for the attention of women. This goes double if you're getting older.

Yes, it is possible to do well with the ladies and still be a tub of lard or a lanky twig, but why would you want to handicap yourself?

Women LOVE muscles and if they say they don't, that's usually their hampster talking or a vocal response to social conditioning. I have the benefit of being relatively fit (my attempt at being modest) and have seen first hand the way ladies treat a fit person. I also dress to accentuate my physique which is an art in itself. I have been called an 'Adonis'. Walking naked after sex, one girl said I looked like Christian Bale from American Psycho. In bars, women call attention to my muscles and will grope them.

One of my favorite examples is this tall blond chick recently who, while hugging me, said, "can you pick me up?" I hoisted her up Road House style without missing a beat. Startled, she said, "Ok, I guess you can."

Yeah, I know I'm bragging (it's my blog), but the point is that if you are fit, it already sets you above 90% of the shmucks out there and women will want to fuck you on looks alone. It makes 'the Game' easier.

Trust me. You want to be fit.

Ok, so now you've decided to get off your ass and start exercising. The problem arises when trying to sift through all the contradictory information out there, which is why I used to work out rather ignorantly. But after some research and certain articles, I've discovered pretty much the best method for myself.

I don't like to spend a lot of time on working out. So with the goal of minimal time / maximum benefit, my routine is now based on Compound Exercises and an article called Everything You Know About Fitness is a Lie.

Read that article and then come back here...

Ok, so now you know about the Russian Formula for Getting Fit. This is your workout bible. You also know about the importance of squats (which is even more important if you like to have sex while standing). You also now know about Supercompensation and the Plank. Here's a couple PUA inspired workout links:

Ten Fitness Tips That Will REALLY Change You - Tenmagnet

Excellent post by Bhodisatta, especially the first paragraph: 'Get in Shape'

Next Post: My Workout Routine

Gaming with AFC Wings is Counter-Productive

2011-09-12T21:35:00.000-07:00

My past few months have been busy.

My game has been taken to new levels and I no longer feel the need for blogging about it. I guess that's the normal progression. I do like having a sort of diary, but when it becomes second nature it is also difficult to analyze for some reason.

I've been getting a ton of leads every week that I want to pursue, but if I do, then I can't spend time with girls I'm already with that I like and that are sure things. I've been dropping girls quick if they don't put out. That's so fucking liberating. One girl I was really into. I was really kinda pissed at her for not putting out because I liked her so much. Ok, that's actually a cool story.

I was in WxxxCxxxxx with my friends. All of which were AFC's. While walking down the street a girl wearing a green dress, who my buddy knows, came up and talked to us. I was throwing a bunch of game shit at her and she was eating it up. She went on to Bxxxx and we went somewhere else for a while. I convinced the AFC's to go to Bxxxx too. (cuz I wanted to fuck that chick) We get there and meet up with 'Green Dress' and her friends. Her one friend was being a cunt and my buddies and 'Green Dress' dared me to game her. Of course I accepted.

I rolled up to her and spouted some more game shit and she was being really bitchy. I ignored all her shit and kept at her. I kept bringing up different sexual topics which she seemed to respond to. I was determined to stay until I got a 'No' or a 'Fuck off!' My rep was on the line. Other AFC douches kept interrupting and then 'Green Dress' came over and the game was up. (Later, 'Cunty' told 'Green Dress' that talking to me was the only fun she had that night.)

I stood up to walk back to my friends and notice this cute chick sitting 3 feet from me smiling at me. I walk up and say, "you can't smile at me like that and not say, Hi." She said something in a German accent. Kick ass. She's from outta town. We talk for about 5 minutes and my buddy comes up to us from the OTHER SIDE of her to talk to me. That's fucked up in itself, but then he makes it worse. He hears her German accent and proceeds to talk German to her. What a fuck head. But it gets worse. He's saying, in German, that he wants her to eat his hemorrhoids. He thinks it's fucking hilarious and that it would go over well because he's a fucking moron, but all it does is make the number I got a DEAD END. She was disgusted and now thinks I'm a fucking tool because I'm with him. Maybe I am.

Later, we were all standing and talking and I isolated 'Green Dress' within our group and was really eye fucking her. It was mutual. She asked me if I had my friends number. I said yeah, give me your number and I'll text it to you. That weird logic was not questioned at all.

Cunty was trying to get 'Green Dress' to take her home. SNL was out with 'Green Dress'. I texted her a month later, met up, and fucked her on her friends couch. She was going away that weekend for a year out of the country and mentioned that she hadn't hooked up with anyone all summer, so I knew she was really craving sex. It didn't take game, just logistics.

Back to WxxxCxxxxx. Same night after 'Cunty' and 'Green Dress' left. We left the bar too and hit a couple other places. They were all dead so we went back to Bxxxx. I rolled in with the only decent wing outta all my friends that night and he got blown out BAD. I ditched him. I rolled with another friend upstairs. He got nervous and left. I walked up to a tall cute girl and told her I wanted to meet her. She was happy to meet me. I danced with her and we talked for a good 10 minutes. Her friends left us alone. It was closing time, so we walked downstairs and made out on the sidewalk in front of my gawking friends before she gave me her number and left. And Yes, I did check logistics before just letting her go. They were bad.

The several meetups with that girl will have to be told later as well as the final time I hung out with her. She's the girl I dumped for not putting out.

OH MY GOD DON'T SEE 'HALL PASS'

2011-09-12T21:16:00.001-07:00

What a piece of shit BETA movie!!

At one point one guys tells the other to 'Put your wife on a pedestal, man!'

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HOLLYWOOD??!!

Plan Ahead

2011-07-01T18:34:00.001-07:00

I started this blog because I was so fucking excited about the success I was having after learning game. I used to be scared to talk to women. Now women are shocked at how direct and open I am. I can get bar makeouts with ease (which I don't do anymore on purpose) and getting a number is child's play. I often get a number only to maintain the skill with no intention to even call. My text game has gotten simpler, I don't over-think things anymore and I just roll with what my gut tells me. Getting to the bedroom is now just a matter of course.

My attitude shifted from scarcity to abundance. I can go out and meet a ton of girls. If I don't like certain girls I know I can ditch them and just meet some more.

I feel completely liberated and feel like I've figured out the dating game to a point where I'm happy. I don't know everything of course, I'm not stupid enough to think that, but I am competent enough to keep learning and trying new things while using my already growing skills.

Now I'm frustrated because certain things in my personal life keep me from having the real happiness that I want. I can't do more than same night lays or meet up with a girl once or twice a month. I need to figure this out because it's all I think about.

It's funny/ironic how miserable I was (and didn't know it) before I learned game. And now that I'm happy with my sex life, it's made me miserable in my personal life. The old adage is apropos: "If only I knew then what I know now."

I write this blog as a diary for myself, but really, I hope my musings/realizations benefit you. I know there's a lot of people out there like I used to be, and to them I say: Plan Ahead.

Short List of Recent Notable Moments

2011-05-30T21:18:00.001-07:00

Well a bunch of shit's been going on...

DAY 2 IN RITTENHOUSE:
I took a day off of work and hung out in Rittenhouse with the girl from Set B from last post. It was a really fun date. We hung out for about 4 hours and then I walked her back to her apartment. We hung out in her room for a couple minutes and then she got weird and I left. I don't think I'll be hearing from her again, which sucks because I liked her. She's permanently moving about 2000 miles away in a month anyway and she was a bad kisser, so what-ev.

I walked back to my car and chatted with a cute girl giving out flyers. I got her number, mainly for practice. I probably won't call her.

Then I stopped at a coffee shop for some water (it was 90 degrees out). On my way in I saw a cute redhead on the phone, but by herself, at one of the cafe tables on the sidewalk. Inside, while in line for my drink, there was a cute girl that was acting flustered by my presence and she was trying not to be obvious while checking me out. I don't know why I didn't talk to her. On the way out I noticed the redhead was off the phone so I walked up and said, 'Do you know where Starbuck's is?' As she was telling me, I said, 'Actually, I don't care, I just wanted to meet you.'

She was really flattered and told me that never happens to her and that I made her day. We had a great convo, but she's engaged to a cop. A girlfriend of hers walked up and the redhead acted like she got caught cheating. It was funny to see her stammering and coming up with excuses.

'FLOWER SHIRT':
Oh, I met up with 'Flower Shirt' (from Sunday Funday) again and went back to her place. She wanted me to sleep over, but I couldn't. She needed a lot more comfort before sex. I texted her a couple times after but it's done now. If I stayed that night things woulda been much different. If I remember right, the girl just turned 21. She felt it, too. She wasn't short, but her body was nice and tight with a small frame, and firm as hell from running 6 miles a day.

MET SOME NEW WINGS:
Out with 'Tall' again. I was smoking outside on the deck at the bar. I watched two guys open a 2set. They got blown out. Then the one guy walks over to another couple girls and opens. The body language was way off. I said to his friend, who I'll call 'Hugh', "I think your buddy needs help." The guy, 'Harry', comes walking back and I called him over and gave him props for opening the girls. I told him that no one does that shit enough and most guys just sit and talk to each other. Turns out he knows about game and the Philly Lair. I got their numbers and hung out with them again, but that story is a bit longer.

JUST ANOTHER SUNDAY:
I met up with the girl from Set A ('Shy Smile') just a couple nights ago. As I said before, I wasn't really attracted to her, but she's great company. She, her friend, and I got drinks early and then 'Harry' joined us. (completely different night from last paragraph) We chatted a bit and then went to our main Sunday bar. I ditched 'Shy Smile' and talked to a couple girls. Somehow I ended up talking to a guy that looked just like Sean William Scott. I met a couple more dudes and told one guy to follow me to talk to some girls, but the girls were wet blankets. I'm in set with the random dude and the dud girls and notice 'Harry' to my left talking to two cute girls. I didn't say 'bye' to the people I was talking to, I just left and walked up behind the girls 'Harry' was talking to and said, 'excuse me', in the way that it means 'you're in my way'. The girl 'Harry' was closest to moves next to her girlfriend and I said, 'No, wrong way' and physically moved her away from her friend so I could go between them and shake 'Harry's' hand and say Hi to him. It went pretty smooth at first. I did the best friends test, secret handshake, and then had a separate sidebar convo with the girl closest to me, while 'Harry' did the same with his girl. The girl 'Harry' was talking to suddenly said, 'This is my favorite song' and dragged her friend away.

I opened another girl who was with her coworkers and had a boyfriend. Then I opened another girl who was actually much older than I first thought, so I guess she would be considered a woman. This night I was told I looked 22, 28, 33, and 25. People are stupid. Only one of them was right and I made fun of her the most.

Back to 'Shy Smile'. She and her friend left and came back, but there was a line so they couldn't get in until last call. 'Shy Smile' found me and kept leaning in to kiss me. I was pushing her away. It wasn't game. I was seriously not wanting anyone to see me kissing her. Now, privately it's a different story.

I told her to bring me back to her friends place and she kept making excuses. I was ambivalent about it. I wanted to have sex, but I wasn't jumping up and down for this girl. She said her friend wouldn't want me to come over. I said, 'Ask her'. She kept going back and forth on it and we left it at, 'have a good night'. After the bar emptied into the street, 'Harry', 'Hugh' (who met us later), and I sat and talked a minute. Then 'Shy Smile' texts me, 'I really want u to come over'.

The text was out of character.
I sent back, 'where are you?'
I did not acknowledge her text. My suspicion was that it was her girlfriend texting me from 'Shy Smile's' phone and trying to set it up for her because she knew that 'Shy Smile' wouldn't do it herself. If I said anything too forward I felt it would scare her away.

She sent back, 'U should follow us to her place'.
I texted, 'ok, where are you?'
I got nothing back for 10 minutes and already resolved to go home alone, but 'Harry' and I were walking to our cars and we ran into the two girls. In person, 'Shy Smile' admitted that her girlfriend was the one texting and that she's not sure if she wants me to come over. I said, 'ok, have a good night' and walked the rest of the way to my car.

I got to my car and then she called me. She wanted me to come over. I met them at their car and followed to her girlfriends place. Inside, her girlfriend disappeared into the only bedroom and left us to ourselves. I put 'Under Siege' on and we made out. Every time I advanced she'd say, 'Not yet'. I'd wait a minute and then advance again. She was pretty good at sucking dick, but I wanted to bang her. That's when it got ridiculous. She had to psych herself up for penetration and then just as I was about to put it in her, she'd say, 'No, I can't'. Then a minute later she'd say, 'Ok, ok, let's have sex' then right before penetration, 'No, I can't'. Did I mention she's uber-catholic? This happened 5 times in a row until I threw in the towel and let her take it in the mouth. I stayed just long enough to see the knife fight with Steven Seagal and Tommy Lee Jones. Oh yeah, and she's a terrible kisser. The worst. The more girls I kiss, the more I realize that a really good kisser is a rare thing. For shame.

TAKEAWAYS:
Talk to everyone. I met some pretty cool guys that I'm rolling with now, just because I talk to everyone.
and...
Day Game is where it's at if you want solid leads. It's much easier to come off as genuine and people don't have shields up. I wish I were able to do it more and not have to take a day off work.
and...
Check out the Simple Pickup videos on YouTube for a laugh and some schooling.

Don't Be Too Harsh Judging Looks

2011-05-16T21:37:00.000-07:00

When not in state it's easy to see a girl and make up a reason not to talk to her. One of the biggest reasons guys come up with is 'she's not cute enough'. I know, I've done it before, too.

Last Saturday Set A:
I was with 'Tall' in Old City and three girls (6's) go into Mxx Txxxx. We were outside on the sidewalk and 'Tall' says, "Here come some grenades". I told him to go in and open the set. Anything would work. Just say 'Hi'. He stalled and said they're not cute enough. I said, "Fuck you, you're talking to a dude right now. Go talk to some girls. 3... 2... 1... Go."

He complied, but did a mild 'walk of shame' like a child and scuffed his feet. I rolled in 30 seconds later and introduced myself. Yes, they were heavier than I prefer. Yes, I would have rather been talking to 8's. But guess fucking what? They were cool as shit and I was having a really good time.

They weren't ugly. That was just something that 'Tall' said to procrastinate. I know for a fact that he's banged 4's so for him to say something like that is a bit hypocritical anyway. Here's the best part... The girl that he was talking to, who was digging him, lives right around the corner from him and now he has plans to meet up with her for a date.

Of course I number closed the girl I was talking to. And thankfully she was the cutest. Although I'm not really attracted to her, I could really see myself hanging out with her again.

Last Saturday Set B:
We were in Lxxxxx. 'Tall' was saying he wanted to go to another bar 'cuz this one was beat. I said, "Fuck that. There's tons of girls here and most of the guys are douches and aren't talking to the girls. You need to open. Now."

While I was saying that I noticed two girls at the bar. One had just checked me out. I thought to myself, "She's not that cute. I don't feel like talking to her." Then I heard 60's voice in my head (figuratively, I don't know what he sounds like) and he was screaming, "Micro-avoidance!"

While 'Tall' was getting blown out by a moving target, I said, "fuck it" and walked over to the 2-set. I spun the short one around and said, "I wanted to meet you."

I was completely concentrated on her and gave her some intense eye contact and held her hand. She was sooo nervous. I ignored her friend who just stood there watching us while we talked.

* It's important to note that you don't have to address the entire group. It's not a rule. If you like a certain girl, then just talk to her, but make it private. Her friends will watch intensely for the slightest cue to save her, but that's fine. They should, they're her friends.

Another two of her friends show up and no one's interrupting. 'It's On' and they know it. The friends walked away and let us be. I used 60 method straight up and worked a charm. Logistics were botched, otherwise I would have taken her home, and this was the girl I didn't feel like talking to. See, here's the deal. From where I was standing with 'Tall' I had a fucked perspective. Once I was in her proximity, the same chemicals that made her attracted... made ME attracted. I got a close-up look at her and she was fucking cute. Really fucking cute. I totally dug her wavy hair, she smelled nice, and her smile was goddamn sexy. We made out within 3 minutes, I got her number, and we're meeting on sunday.

Digression:
A strange phenomenon I've noticed sometimes occurs in very packed houses. When that sexual tension is sparking people give you space. It happened again with Set B. It was shoulder to shoulder in the entire venue, but 6 inches all around us was a space that people were avoiding.

Point of the Story:
Talk to all girls. Don't discriminate unless they're repugnant. You may be cheating yourself out of a lot of fun.
AND...
Don't let noobs fuck up your state.

'Cutest' Girl I've Ever Met

2011-05-15T11:06:00.000-07:00

During the night of Sunday Funday with 'Tall' Wing, I ended up in a 2set with some 6's. One was a lesbian and she pointed out some really cute girls coming outside, specifically a 10* in a red dress. The lesbian stared at the cute girls kinda creepy and said, "Oooh, pretty girls."

* I don't use the term 10 often, so please understand that this chick in the red dress was hot. I don't even like to use the term hot. I prefer 'cute' or 'really cute'. To me, using the word 'hot' inflates her value and presupposes that I am not in her league. So I am not exaggerating when I say this was the 'cutest' girl I have ever talked to. Ever. Bangin' body and gorgeous face. The red dress accentuated all of that. Plus I got a serious weakness for blondes.

As soon as I saw 'Red Dress' everything else faded away and I felt an instantaneous urge to talk to her. The girls I was talking to became droll in comparison. As the cute girls went back inside I said to the lesbian, "It was good to meet you, I'm going to go talk to the girl in the red dress."

She said, "Have fun, let me know how it goes."

I walk inside, and see the cute girls standing around at the end of the bar. Funny how all the guys are staring at them and none have the balls to open. I walk right up to 'Red Dress' and say, "You look so interesting, I wanted to meet you." And I held out my hand.

Taken aback, she said, "Oh, Hi, my name is Lxxxx" She shook my hand and I didn't let go. She didn't let go either. It was really loud there, which gave me an excuse to get close to her and I had to speak into her ear for her to hear me. (rereading this, I realize I don't need an excuse, I should just do it) My right hand was now holding her left at our side, our torsos touching, and my left hand was on her waist.

She asked for my name. In her ear, I said, "My name is XXXX"

She then complimented me, "You are sooo confident."

I said, "Thanks."

She then said, "What do you do?"

Here's where I fucked up. Big time. I broke rapport. A big thing of 60's is that you DON'T break rapport. If you do it puts you on opposite teams. When going for fast escalation you must be on the same team. This is where everything I learned before is fucking me up and I have to unlearn the C&F. Don't get me wrong. I dig David DeAngelo's shit. And I will probably always use it in the right circumstances. But I'm playing a different game now and my instincts need to be re-calibrated.

I said, "You don't waste time, huh? Already want to know how much money I make."

She said, dissapointedly, "No, I was just making conversation."

I tried to salvage it, but the tension was lost. Her friends must have been watching and noticed her expression change because their timing was impeccable. Extremely adept at cock-blocking (as they have to be) two of her friends, one from each side, cut me off from her and asked me to take a picture of the lot of them.

This is a brilliant move. Since women loathe direct confrontation, it saves their friend while playing to the ego of the man. I knew what was going on and I had known that I was blown out by then, but at the same time, the ego stroke and attention, as well as the interruption, took me off guard. And this, coming from a guy that sees this shit all the time.

I took the picture, directing them to move for the best shot (everyone is always too far apart in pictures), and as I gave the camera back, 'Red Dress' retreated into the crowd.

If I were to do it again (and of course I will), I would be genuine.

I would say, "You want to know my day job or my passion?" And then follow up with, "What's your story?" And then have a real conversation while physically escalating to an 'It's on Moment'.

I saw her out front later and we talked for about 5 min, but there was no tension because I chickened out on physical escalation. I asked for a number, but got too much resistance. Then she and her friends walked home.

AFTER ACTION REVIEW:
Obviously I need a plan. I need to work it out in my head before I go in. I tend to try things before I fully form the ideas. That's good and bad. Some guys won't take action until they have every scrap of information and they never pull the trigger. I'm going out and opening, which is good, but I'm mostly winging it because I have no goals thought out. The takeaway from this story is that I opened, in a sexual, not social manner, the most beautiful girl I've ever talked to and I knew she'd like me immediately. I didn't procrastinate. I didn't chicken out. I made a B-line for her and opened smoothly. That is progress, motherfuckers.

Sure, it didn't go anywhere, but I'm steadily losing my fear of beautiful women. It's almost gone. Now when I see cute girls anywhere, all I think about is wanting to talk to them. Fuckin' weird. All through high school and college I couldn't talk to pretty girls and feel like I was on their level, but now... I'm the best, most interesting person they're likely to meet this year.

That may be delusion, but the more I think it, the more it becomes reality.

UPDATE:
I've used this approach a ton more times now and I think I got it locked down. I'll post details later.

Sunday Funday with 'Tall' Wing

2011-05-10T05:54:00.000-07:00

I wing with 'Tall' on Sundays now in a crappy college town. Most of the girls are overweight and if they're cute, they don't hold a candle to Philly. There's only one good bar on Sundays but it gets a size-able crowd. The downside to this place is that a lot of the people here know each other, as opposed to Philly, where most people are strangers.

Before we ended up at that bar we walked the short strip and opened a few sets. On the street I saw two cute girls at a table in the bar. I gave the door guy my ID and then walked straight up to them. "I wanted to meet you." We had a 5-10 minute conversation about a bunch of random crap. Mostly psychology because they were psychology students and I'm really into psychology. Their buying temp was really low and it was the first set of the night. I had no kino either, so I rolled off.

Walking a bit further down the street, I see 'Tall' sitting down at a sidewalk table with two younger girls. I strutted right up and introduced myself. The one said her name and I said, "Is that Cxxxx with a K?" She laughed and said you can't spell that with a 'K'. They were both dressed down. Sweatpants. Baggy sweatpants. Ugh. Clearly they weren't partying tonight. I sat down with the one girl, grabbed her hand, and didn't let go of her hand. She held on, too. I bummed a cigarette off her. She had no light but I had matches. She didn't know how to light matches so I sat next to her, and similar to how you would show a girl how to shoot pool, I showed her the coolest way to light matches. She dug it and we sat holding hands while I looked her up and down. She was nervous and excited. It was fun, but I didn't physically like her that much. I think it was the sweatpants. 'Tall' was ready to go 'cuz the other girl wasn't into him. He stood up and said, "So are you going to give him your number or what?"

"He didn't ask."

I said, "Give me your number."

I got her number and as we walked to the next bar, I texted her, "Good meeting you. Are you hanging out later? We might be going to *bar* - Pulsotic"

HER: Yeah you too :) Maybe hah Sxxx and I just chill at *restaurant* until it gets old.

We walked by later and found out they were 19 and 20, so bars were out of the question. I don't know if I'm going to bother with her again. We'll see.

We got to the main bar on the strip. It was 10:30 so there were a lot of people here. We went upstairs and 'Tall' found a tall girl he knew that was really into him and ended up making out with her. I hung out with her friend, 'Flower Shirt', who was cuter than her friend, but overall just a time waster. We had a shit ton of kino, but she seemed like a robot, so every chance I got I ditched her to talk to other girls.

I was talking to one set for a bit and found out the girl I was sharing a chair with was married. I stayed a little longer just shooting the shit, trying to gauge the other girls' interest. There was none, so I told them I had to go. The married girl says, "Awesome," with an attitude. I laughed and said, "Thanks, you just made my night."

I found 'Flower Shirt' again and, while talking, noticed some cute girls about 3 feet away. Bored of the current convo, I opened them right in front of 'Flower Shirt'. The blonde on the left was flattered, but too old and the black haired girl on the right was pouty. It wasn't personal. I noticed her bad mood earlier. I made them laugh for a few minutes and then rolled off.

I met up with 'Flower Shirt' again, got her number and gave her a hug goodbye. I wasn't really into her. She was trying to control everything. She even tried to dictate the terms of our friendship by saying that she didn't like texting and didn't want a 'Text Boyfriend'. Fuck that noise.

I went inside with 'Tall' again. He opened a short cute girl sitting at the downstairs bar. I was a little bored, saw no other opportunities down here, and it was late so I kinda just wanted to go home. Then I noticed a cute girl with a horseshoe tattoo paying her tab. I wanted to catch her before she left. I walked over and told her I wanted to meet her. She was very sweet and we had a great conversation. 'Tall' fucked it up for me, though. He had this great drunken idea that he was going to introduce the short girl and 'Horseshoe', the one I was talking to, and bring them both back to his place. What he ended up doing was interrupting our convo, blocking me, and ignoring his girl. I chatted with the short girl he ignored while he blew me out with 'Horseshoe'. The short girl was friendly and we had a light convo. Some dude that she knew and obviously didn't like came up on her other side and rambled on about someone they knew. I just chilled and waited, because she was about to blow him off and turn back to me. 'Tall' comes up to him and says, "Hey, Jason, you're Jason, right?" (attempting to AMOG him) The guy turned to him disgustedly and said, "No." Then 'Tall' rolled off. So fucking awkward. As I predicted the friendly short girl I was talking to blew him off and turned back to me. After another minute she finally said, "Well, your friend already got my number soo..." I just said, "Have a nice night."

'Tall' was drunk and really irritating me at that point, so I went home.

Open Mic Night Escalation Attempt

2011-04-27T05:38:00.000-07:00

A week after being introduced to 60 Years of Challenge I had Johnny 5'd all his books and was eager to take on the 18-30 year old attractive and thin female demographic. Everything he said resonated with me and made sense.

I accompanied my little brother to an open mic night he was doing with friends and I brought my guitar with plans to do a couple songs, too. It was a week night so it was pretty dead except for the musicians and my brother's friends. There were a couple girls with his group and only one was single or not spoken for and she had nice tits. I would have had fun just hanging with my brother and his guy friends playing music, but here was an opportunity.

I tell my brother a bit about game when I can. He's very interested, but I only tell him a little at a time. He knew I was going to be hitting on his friends that night, and with my new 'Risk it to get the Biscuit' game I was looking forward to pushing the creepy envelope to see what I could get away with. This was my second attempt at it after Andy's party, so I was also prepared to get blown out.

I met his friends and found my target. "So what's your story?" Love that line. Get's 'em flustered. (Shit. I just realized a moment I should have used it last night.) I moved closer, and went for the hands. She liked talking to me. Her guy friends are all chumps and she hadn't met anyone interesting in a long while. She was also nervous. Good. I went for her hands again. She pulled away. I pulled myself back a little. My brother and I went outside for a cigarette. I explained to him what I was doing so he would know what really went on if she later told him that I was creepy. He was cool with it and even enthusiastic because I was being so bold. (I realize now, however, that I only told him because I felt uncomfortable and needed to protect my ego by making sure my bro didn't think bad about me if I was rejected by the girl.)

Outside, a really cute girl that worked there was smoking near me and my brother so I walked up and said, "you got a light?" She said yeah, but kinda standoffish. So I said, "I actually have a light, but you seemed cool so I wanted to meet you." Boom! She opened up and we had a great conversation. Plus, I got another chance to show my brother how ~~cool I am~~ easy it is to talk to women. I didn't push for any kino. I probably should have, but she lived with her parents and this bar was about an hour from me,

We went back in and I pushed for an "it's on moment' with his friend. It never came. I held her hand and she looked up at her girlfriend with a 'deer in headlights' stare and said, "we have to go to the bathroom". It's funny how women are incapable of saying 'No". Like serously, dude. All she had to do was say, "I appreciate the flattery of you trying to force sexual tension with me, but I'm not really feeling it, so thanks anyway, but if you'd like me to waste your time some more I'd love to continue to chat about my goals and aspirations."

This was a blow out, but non-verbal so it's easy to brush it off. Even still, I think most guys would be devastated. I, on the other hand, had a ton of fun that night. I was challenging myself and learning some new fundamentals.

Epilogue:
Weeks later, my brother said the girl has still never mentioned anything about me being creepy. That could be either good or bad if I meet up with her again. Persistence is attractive. I'll be pushing again. She had nice tits.

Party in University City

2011-04-27T05:30:00.000-07:00

I'm gonna cut to the chase with this post. This is only from February and I already feel like it's really old. This is continued from Philly Lair - Feb '11 MG&S.

Chill and I roll up to the party. There's a couple cute girls here. Andy introduced me as his cousin and everyone bought it. I was talking to one girl who seemed really glad to talk to me. Then over her shoulder I see a really cute asian girl trying to get noticed. I told the first girl not to be rude and introduce me to her friend. I shook her hand, and using a tip that Garv taught me, I didn't let go of her hand. She didn't let go either. I was a little shocked at how quickly physical escalation was from here. We went to get drinks and then were dancing and making out.

Everything I'm doing now hinges on this. It's straight up 60yrs of Challenge game and I'm never going back. Quick physical escalation.

Ok, but it was the first time I used it and I fucked up. And hopefully someone can benefit from what I've learned.

She was DTF. Her buying temp was through the roof, we had an 'it's on' moment, sexual tension, whatever you want to call it. Sex was in the air. She wanted it and I wanted to give it to her. She lived down the street, so it would make sense to take her back to her place, right? NO. It was a party. Her friend said to 'Chill' later, "Why didn't Pulsotic take her upstairs and fuck her in the bathroom?" Yeah, her friend said that. So I missed out on banging this fucking cute ass chick because it didn't occur to me. Stupid. I know a lot of people would say 'Duh' right about now, but the escalation was so quick that I wasn't ready for it.

After further analysis, I've come to the conclusion that my subconcious sabotaged me as well. For a while I've carried this limiting belief that pick-up should be 'difficult'. It's not. I thought that it should be a challenge and that if it was too easy it wasn't worth it. Bullshit. That belief made me fuck up this seduction because I didn't think it should be that easy.

"Easy come, easy go", we're taught. "Difficult to come by; must be valuable." Not necessarily.

Here's the thing with our value systems. They're vulnerable to subjective bias. The girl was at least a 7 in my book and the sex would have been fun as hell. When she liked me immediately I pulled back a little and was looking for other girls. Maybe this points to personal self-esteem issues or inner game problems. I don't know, I'll delve into it later. Either way, my point is that value is not constant. It fluctuates. I think 60 Years touches on this, too (maybe that's how I noticed). It's important to be conscious of your fluctuating desire/motivation scale and be able to step back, give yourself perspective, and make more logical decisions.

At the end of the party, I'm making out with her outside and when I move to take her home Andy's girl cockblocks me and drags her back to her place. Fear of Loss / loss aversion kicks in and now her value to me inflates. I go for a number close and fail.

The takeaways from this are
1. The game is changing (It's all about 60 Years of Challenge).
2. Be mindful of limiting beliefs and fluctuating values.
3. You don't have to wait to the end of the night to fuck her.

Break Time is Over

2011-04-04T14:23:00.001-07:00

So it seems like I've been off the grid for a while. I have.
Fuckers turned off my internet at work. So what if I was abusing it.
Someone has to...

Anyway, a ton of shit's happened and I have to get my thoughts down a lot sooner 'cuz I've already forgotten a lot of stuff that I wanted to put up here. And these posts are going to take some time.

1.Psychological and physiological differences between betas and alphas.
2.Party at 'Andy's' place the same night as the February MG&S.
3.Review of 60 Years of Challenge materials. Spoiler alert: it's excellent.
4.Tried out 60 Years of Challenge style at an open mic with my brother.
5.Gaming with Raz and my brother using 60yrs style.
6.March MG&S and sidewalk pickup, then accidentally deleted her number.
7.Flo Rida show and 'Strawberry' night 3.
8.'Strawberry' night 4 (final meetup).
9.Gaming with 'Tall' wing and text game.
10.LONG Texts and Sexting with 'Strawberry'

'Strawberry' Second Lay Report

2011-03-25T07:21:00.001-07:00

I am exhausted. I need to work out. Seriously. Cardio and weights. I used to work out all the time but stopped for some reason. I blame XBOX.

An hour and a half of fucking last night and I feel like shit today. My quads and hip muscles are burnt. My triceps are burnt. My shoulders are burnt.

My head feels good though. Ain't that a thing. How can you simultaneously feel good and feel like shit at the same time?

(Raz just called me a pussy 'cuz he can fuck a chick for 4 hours.)

Lay Report:
I met 'Strawberry' at her house at 6pm last night. She opened the door wearing an outfit very similar to the picture I sent her. Where was her ASD from last time? Maybe it only happens at 'first-time-sex'. Who cares. I had a nympho that needed banging. But first I had to pee.

We started at the couch. A couple positions. I picked her up and stood with her stradling me. She liked that the best. No wonder my quads are burnt. Then we went to the bed. After a while I finally came. Then we went back to the couch for a cigarette. She put on my shirt and sprawled out on the couch with me sitting next to her. A few minutes break then we fucked again. Completely rearanged the furniture and carpets this time. Pretty much every position. It was better and longer the second time. Somehow we ended up on the bed again. After the second time I knew it would take me an hour to recoup so we lay together for a while and talked while I caressed her body. She felt good. I started rubbing her again and fingered her until she came.

There's nothing more sexy than a woman writhing in ecstasy.

She always had her eyes closed. I made fun of her for it. I mimicked her voice, closed my eyes, and said, "He's Bradley Cooper. He's Bradley Cooper." I guess her having her eyes closed could be a good thing. It means she's enjoying herself. It's a huge turn on for me to lock eyes when having sex, though. And I told her a couple times to look at me when she was really getting into it.

I know I said this before, but she sucked a mean dick. I fucking love it when a chick sucks my dick during sex and I go back and forth between her pussy and her mouth. There really isn't anything better in this world. I'm fucking telling you. Thank god for the orgasm, ending the sex act, otherwise I would die of starvation while this chick fucked and sucked me.

So anyway, there's nothing to be learned from this post. I'm just bragging.

'Strawberry' Text Game for Meetup Tonight

2011-03-23T09:55:00.000-07:00

Some of this is boring, but notice how much I text vs her.
Also my frame.

HER: So when do I get to see you again?

ME: Sunday

HER: If you grew your hair out and slicked it back you'd look more like Bradley Cooper.

ME: What if Hilary Duff and Bradley Cooper are secret lovers...
(she looks like Hilary Duff)

HER: Maybe they are. Sundays really aren't that good for me though. I cancelled babysitting this past Monday but I can't be doing that every Monday. Isn't there any other day?

ME: Any other day is tough. If we can control ourselves, just kick me out at a decent time and get some sleep.

HER: I can't do this Sunday anyway, sorry.
HER: Hmmm. I'm curious. And be honest with me. Are you just looking to hook up or what?

ME: Too soon to know

HER: Haha alright sketchball. Well like I said Sundays aren't the best so if we could maybe work in a Friday or Saturday here and there that'd be great. I have to go home this weekend. So no Sunday.

ME: Tomorrow night

HER: I'm going home tomorrow. And won't be back till Sunday night. It'll have to be next week. Next Thursday's good unless you wanna do earlier.

HER: I want you sooner though. I can definitely do the just sex thing. And I can do it well. I just wanted to know ;)

ME: Tonight

HER: Can't. I'm sorry. Gotta give me a little more notice than that. Ok maybe Sunday.

HER: I thought you said any other night was kinda tough you little liar. Tryna call all the shots?

(next day)
ME: Don't worry 'bout this Sunday. I got some late work days next week. What time is your first class on Tues?

--- already made plans to hang with Pool Girl on Sunday night.
--- See Pool Girl Fiasco

HER: 12:30 so Monday would work.

ME: And tuesday?

HER: Oh I thought you wanted to come Monday night. Tues I have class 12:30-5:30 and then babysit Wed morning. When would you come?

ME: Tuesday morning. Before your class. Do you have to babysit?

HER: No. What time?

ME: I can get there by 9:30

HER: Hm. I guess that works yeah.

ME: You go out for St. Pats?

HER: I couldn't. A friend from home passed away so 'Tan' and I drove home yesterday.
HER: What'd you do?

ME: I'm sorry for your loss. I hope you're doing ok. I'll call you later.
(This was genuine. I called later, no answer. Left message.)

HER: Thanks. Sorry I missed your call. Things were kind of crazy this weekend. I don't think I'm gonna be able to do Tuesday. Maybe Wed or Thurs night?

ME: If Tues morning doesn't work, have to wait 'til Sunday. Is Tues definitely out?

HER: Yeah I'm pretty sure. I'm leaving for spring break Friday so sunday's no good.

ME: I'll see what I can do for wed/thurs. I'll let you know tomorrow.

HER: K. Not a big deal if not.

(Yeah it is a big deal, cuz I don't want to wait two weeks to fuck her)

(At Pool Girl's house right after she said she was a 'virgin'.)
ME: I'm still at band practice. Can you hang tonight or should I go back up?

HER: I can't

ME: No big. Have a good night. Txt u tomorrow.

ME: Wed or thurs night?

HER: Yeah. Either one works.

HER: I'm taking a picture of your naked body when you come over. So I can look at it whenever I want. Just thought you should know.
HER: I'm also going to lick your body when you come over. Mmm.

ME: Wednesday. What's the earliest we can meet; when do you get home from class? ...and how sexy will you be dressed?

HER: I'm done with class at 5:30. Come at like 6:30. How do you want me dressed?

(have to admit, I wasn't expecting that. I consulted Raz and he said to send her a pic of what I want)

ME: Like this
(sent her the picture at the top of this post)

HER: Haha. Ohh now I see your type. I'll see what I can do. I happen to have a corset.

HER: So you're gonna have to go a little easier on me than you'd probably like today. I pulled a muscle in my neck and it kills. I'm not sure I should even be having sex haha.

(called her. left message. said if she's not feeling well can do thurs)

HER: I'm in class.

ME: Figured.
ME: If you're not feeling good, I can do tomorrow instead.

HER: You're sweet. I'll let you know a little later. I'm gonna try to get a chiropractor appt. I want you to come today though.

HER: I made an appt. For 4:30 so I'll text you a little later.

HER: Ugh this sucks. Maybe you should just come tomorrow so I'm all better for you ;)

ME: If you can talk now, call me

She called. We talked a bit and cancelled for that night. She said having sex wasn't a good idea because she's not feeling good. I said, "Who said I wanted to have sex. I was planning on cuddling with you all night." She didn't get the joke at first (she did later) and she said, "I didn't think that's what this was." I said, "I don't know what this is. I'm just winging it." She basically just wants sex. That's fine, but I have to admit that it is a blow to my ego. Being very sexual puts you in a different place in women's lives, I guess. I'm not part of her agenda, so she's not emotionally attached. I'll still plan on reaping the benefits, though.

(wednesday night)

HER: Yeah it's good you didn't come today. It feels worse now that it's been adjusted. I'm gonna cuddle the shit out of you tomorrow.

HER: Ok I'm not going this long without having sex with you again. I want you nooow.

HER: You're the worst texter. I can't even get a fun response out of you.

(thursday morning)
ME: Haha thanks. I wasn't even awake. I'm gonna spank you so hard for that.
(I'm not that good at sexual texting yet. Right now I don't know what I can get away with and what will blow me out. That's why I didn't respond to her. Best response when you're not sure is *no response*.)

HER: I apologize :) I was high.

(4pm thursday)
ME: Still good for 6?

HER: Yup

I'm meeting her in 1 hour.

Pool Girl Fiasco

2011-03-22T09:45:00.000-07:00

Second meetup with Pool Girl. Conclusion from Partying in DE 3

Text Game Lead Up:
ME: I had fun. Next time we should finish our drinks ;) I'll talk to you soon, cutie.

(4 days later)
HER: i had fun, when's next time

ME: Wow. You just got the record for delayed responding.

(1 minute later)
HER: you never told me your talent, remember that? lol

(4 hours later)
ME: That's better ;)

HER: Look who's tryna win the delayed response award now

ME: I am soooo gonna spank you for that when I see you.
(keep text convo sexual so she knows I don't just want to be friends)

HER: You're a mess lol

HER: Yes i'm tryna win at delayed responses

ME: Hey cutie, you have a good weekend?

HER: it was alright, you?

ME: Earth shattering weekend.

HER: Do you always text extra late? Like I know you're gettin old but geez, memory loss at an early age

(she called at 12am, left no message)

ME: Woke me up 'n no message? :(

HER: Aww I'm sorry! I'm too cool to leave messages.. y r u asleep

ME: Call me

HER: I'm at work, call ya tonight?

HER: I'm at work then meeting til late like 10:30 ish

ME: I'll be asleep.

(she called and left message right after my text. She was very nervous)
HER: I hate leaving messages btw...

ME: Your message was so cute ;)

HER: U shoulda came over 2niiiiite! I duno when my roomie comin back =/

ME: U shoulda inviiiiited me

HER: Lol touche. Are you at work?

ME: Sorta. Construction on my bros place on weekends.

HER: Ok what time-ish r u callin me tomorrow

(2 days later)
ME: Hey cutie, how's your sunday goin?

HER: Studyin, got a crazy 2 weeks ahead of me =/ is this your one day off lol

ME: Hey cutie, you gonnna be around on sunday? I owe you a spanking ;)

HER: always time =) what time tho, i got a dinner 2 go 2

ME: after 9

HER: Can't wait!

ME: You gonna have ice this time?

HER: Yes! Lol

ME: Is your roomate gonna get jealous if we're having too much fun? ;)

HER: Door locks, well jus keep it down haha

ME: Hey cutie, how sexy will you be dressed on Sunday?

HER: Itll all b a surprise =)

(I kept the sexual vibe going to let her know that I intended on having sex with her when I saw her. Her response was not so good because she didn't know how to respond.)

ME: Mmmmm

ME: 9:15 good?

HER: Yeah that's cool

Fiasco Report:
Met her at her dorm. She made margaritas again. Much better this time. We talk for a bit and then start making out. Her shirt and bra were off in record time. Everything is going smoothly. Then she gets up and gets chocolate syrup. WTF? We haven't even had normal sex and she's going for syrup. Call me a neat freak, but I wasn't too keen on getting that shit on my clothes. So she pours some on her tits and I licked it off while rubbing her through her pants.

Then she stops me and says, "I have a confession..." Oh. Fuck. Is it STD, is she a post-op? What could it be?

"I'm a virgin." Oh thank god. That just means sex is going to be difficult, not dangerous.

She told me she wanted me to know because some guys don't want to have sex with virgins. I said, "I only have a problem with it if you have a problem with it."

But after that it was done. I'm thinking that she probably wanted to talk it out a bit. I didn't want to. She said her stomach was bothering her and then she said it was her time of the month. Whatever. Now I'm thinking it was all lies. Who knows. Either way, this was her second and last chance.

After Action Review:
Did I make any mistakes? Not sure. If anyone sees any, please let me know. I'm thinking the 'Virgin' thing was a test I failed. Don't know. Maybe she really was a virgin and it was a hangup she couldn't get past. I'm not waiting for her.

I'm learning to laugh at a lot of the stuff women do. It doesn't make me mad or pissed or upset in any way. It is what it is, but it does annoy me sometimes.

What really annoyed me with Pool Girl is that we were making out for a while and she NEVER went for my dick. If she had given me a hand job or blow job, I might have seen her again. I might have even put up with her not having sex.

Let this be a lesson to any women reading this. If you want to keep a man, especially one who has options, touch his dick.

Short Text Game and FR and LR - 'Strawberry'

2011-03-15T10:09:00.000-07:00

From Partying in DE - Text game for HBStrawberry

Text Game Lead Up:

ME: I want to see you. Can you do your work early and come out with me at 9? I'm stuck until then.

HER: Yeah I can do that, I just have to work in the morning so it can't be super late

ME: No prob. I'll have you back by morning ;)

HER: Haha waay before then

HER: Hey, I'm sorry but I had to go home to jersey for a last minute family thing. We're gonna have to hang out another time. And don't think I'm cancelling because I don't want to see you. I do.

ME: Cool, then it's mutual ;) I'm available this sunday again. You?

HER: I believe so. After 9? I can let you know later in the week but I don't think it's a problem.

ME: Yeah, after 9 again.

HER: Hey are you in philly tonight?

ME: Yeah, meeting some friends in Old City. What are you up to?

HER: Great! I'm in Philly wanna meet up?

ME: I like that plan. Where are you gonna be?

HER: I don't know the city too well so idk what you mean by old city but I'm on the UPEN campus right now about to go to happy hour somewhere.

ME: You're in University City. 30 blocks away. What brings you up here? (want to know logistics for sex the same night)

HER: Oh :( can we still meet? My roomie and I just decided to come hang out here for the night. We're driving back later.

ME: Maybe. I gotta see what my friends are doing. I haven't seen them in a month. Think you could find market and 3rd?
(can't be too easy, I got other things in my life, and gauging her interest level by finding out if she'll drive to meet me)

HER: Boy I can find anything. I got an iphone lol. Yeah I'm near market and 34th now. Is that where you're gonna be?

HER: And what time are you going?

ME: Near there. About 10.

HER: Oh well we're not staying too late, we weren't planning on really going out tonight, just happy hour and hanging out for a bit. Would you be able to meet us up here before you go out?

ME: Maybe 9ish. What bar?

HER: Well right now we're at *bar* but might go somewhere else. I mean I know you have plans so I understand, I just thought it'd be fun if we could meet up.

(hour later)
HER: We're leaving soon. What do you want to do?

ME: Can't get there 'til 9. How's sunday look for you?
(Says I'm not worried about not seeing her that night.)

HER: Haha. You and 9, why are you always busy till 9? I think I can do Sunday. What do you want to do?

(called and made plans with her to meet up in University City)

HER: Dxxxx on xx and Chestnut. Getchyo ass there.

----
Drove and parked, walked in and got a drink.

Field Report:
I sat down with them, leaned back, and splayed out like it was a couch. Strawberry's friend is cute and tan with black hair. I already started thinking about how I'd like to bang her, too. 'Tan' immediately started grilling me. Asking what I do, who I am. This ain't my first rodeo. I passed her tests with flying colors and she ended up giving me crazy IOI's.

I forget what I said to the shit tests. It's getting so I don't think about any of this stuff anymore. I'm winging it now, but only because (I realize this only as I type this) I've internalized the frame. And frankly, I don't care. If they don't like me, then I'll find someone that does. And that, my friends, is the best attitude to pass any shit test. It's all about abundance. It's quite obvious in my texts, as well, that I'm not putting any extra importance on the interactions.

The shit tests weren't anything spectacular, actually. Just enough to screen for a douche. And guess what... I'm not.

It took barely a whisper of a suggestion to join me in Old City and they were following me like I was Justin Bieber's Twitter account. She was worried that the garage her car was in closed at Midnight. I told her that was stupid and not to worry about it.

We went to a drug store around the corner (I needed Red Bull and cigarettes). I don't care if I smoke and she doesn't. I will smoke around her anyway. Unapologetically.

With a frown she said, "Oh, you smoke."

I said, "Yeah" in a tone that said, "So what?" and "Of course" at the same time.

We took my car to Old City. 'Tan' assumed she could smoke in my car.
Fuck No. There's nothing worse than cigarette burns in leather seats.

I played Flo Rida. They insisted on playing 'Bottom's Up' and rapping to Nicki Minaj which I interpreted as them qualifying themselves to me. Additionally, they kept asking me what kind of music my band plays. Just for fun, I dodged the question over and over.

In Old City I got a sweet parking spot that cost $51 dollars, but at least I didn't have to walk far. We got to the P&S Bar and got a table upstairs. 'Chill' came in later and joined us. Tonight is the March Philly Lair Meet 'n Greet. There were 10 more guys from the group downstairs.

I was the only one who brought sand to the beach. And yet, 'Chill' and I were the only ones talking to girls, but it was still early and there weren't many girls there yet anyway.

I was acting chill and Strawberry was eating it up. I held her hand and did quick makeouts with her while 'Chill' was gaming 'Tan'. I told 'Tan' that she had a nice ass. The girls asked if I was a boob man or an ass man. I said, "Depends on what's in my face at the time." This is just more of the 'I don't care' attitude coming through. I just said whatever I wanted. I got a look from 'Chill' that I thought meant, "I can't believe you said that." I don't know his tells yet so it could have meant, "You have a bat in the cave."

'Chill' was using the 60yrs method with 'Tan'. I knew because of the way he was touching her hands. This method is not for the weak willed, folks. It's the gaming equivalent of 'Going Hard or Going Home'. It will either get you laid or get you labeled... 'creepy'. If not 'creepy' then the woman will make something else up. In this case before the girls left for the night, I found out that 'Tan' decided that 'Chill' was wasted. He wasn't. It was a rationalization.

'Chill' and I got smokes outside and I introduced Strawberry to a couple Group Guys. Most were cool, but one guy (there's always one) thought it would be a great idea to game her. He held her hand and kissed her cheek. I wasn't worried. His technique was off and he seemed embarrassed afterward as he ducked away.

After hanging for an hour, 'Tan' convinced 'Strawberry' to leave and the girls flagged a taxi. I kissed Strawberry goodbye and broke the kiss first. She said, "One more?" I said, "Just one." And I kissed her quick then smacked her ass as she got in the taxi. I hugged 'Tan' goodbye and they were off.

I hung out with the Philly Lair guys the rest of the night and met some cool people. I may post about it later.

After Action Review:
Logistics for an SNL were off. I wanted them to be. I met up with Strawberry and Tan to seed for a Sunday night meetup and I wanted to sarge with the Group Guys that night. I invited 'Chill' because I think he's a cool dude, I wanted to throw him a bone, and I wanted someone to take care of the obstacle ('Tan'). As I said, logistics were off, she lives an hour from 'Chill', and I just found out that 'Chill' doesn't have a car. So basically I wasted his time. Sorry, dude, but thank you for winging me.

Texting Epilogue for Friday and Lead up to Sunday LR:
(Same night, Friday - after we hung out)

HER: So.. What kind of music do you play?

ME: Haha. Sunday.

HER: Fine. But the garage did close at midnight!

(next morning - Saturday)

HER: How's *your project* in this beautiful weather going?

ME: Ok. Sorta. It's complicated.
(thank you, Roissy)

HER: Oh haha I'm sorry. I thought you liked it.

(Saturday Night)

HER: 12:24am - Hi I'm wasted. I want you.
HER: 1:30am - I'm really Fu cked. Up. I cAnt wait go hook up you.

(next day, Sunday)

HER: 1:09pm - Oh good. Glad I kept it classy and attractive last night. Sorry about those texts.

ME: Ur so cute ;)
(I ignored her sexual texts. They could have been tests or sent by her friends. I'm not looking for a sexting relationship. I want real sex. The 'cute' line is to say that her wanting me is not a big deal to me, implying that I'm used to it.)

HER: Haha I don't see how that's in any way cute but I'm glad you think so. Call me later about tonight.

(called and left message about hanging out)

ME: You around tonight?

HER: Yeah Sorry I missed your call, I just got out of the shower. What's up?

ME: I'll be done around 9 again. Meet you at your place?

HER: Yeah that works. Do you have a gps or do you want me to find directions?

ME: no gps
(I know this part is boring, the only reason I put it here is to show how little I text back)

HER: *gave directions*

HER: I don't have any liquor. Do you want me to run and get some real fast?

ME: Yeah, I'll be 10 min

HER: Ah. It'll take me longer than that. Do you want me to wait and we can go together?

ME: wait
(once again, less is more. the less you text, the better)

Lay Report:
Drove to her place, picked her up outside, and drove to the liquor store. Bottle of Mango Absolute and a pack of Marlboro Lights.

I hadn't touched her, not even a hug or hand holding. I wanted to wait until it was 'on' because I knew she'd be anticipating it more.

Back at her place we smoked a bowl. She didn't have mixers for the drinks and needed to borrow club soda from her neighbor. She told her neighbor that I look like Bradley Cooper and she wanted ~~to show off~~ her to meet me. She was cute. I was high.

We left with the club soda and crossed the very small hall to her apartment and she made us drinks. I took a sip and as she tried to walk by I grabbed her and pulled her toward me. My 'no touch' tactic worked. She was all over me. I was all over her. My hands found their way into her pants from behind and she stopped me, "Not so fast."

I brought her to the couch and we made out. She was wearing skin tight, spandex like, black pants (I don't know what the fuck they're called) and I could feel her getting wet through them.

I went for her panties again and she stopped me, "We're not going to have sex, you know."
I said, "Look, we're both adults, we'll do whatever we're comfortable with."
She squinted and smiled, a look that said, "Mmmmm, I like that response."

She kept up a pretense of ASD: "I can't believe you're taking advantage of me like this. I'm not a slut."

We hung out a bit more and I was persistent. A few minutes later we were both naked on her couch. I said, "Where's your bed?" and we went to her room. She got a text message while we were having sex. It was her neighbor, "I knew you would." Apparently the walls are thin.

Afterward we lay on the couch. I put my boxers and jeans on, she was naked but with a button-up shirt. I kept carressing her and she was writhing. I told her to touch herself. She said, "Oh, do you like that?" and she began moaning and rubbing herself. After a minute or two of watching her, I helped her out with the 'corkscrew'. She told me she came 4 times that night. I said, "Take my pants off." She did and gave me an amazing blowjob. I told her she's really good at it. "Yeah, I pride myself on them," she said.

We chilled out and I fell asleep. I woke up an hour later a bit more sober and I left her place at 1:20am

HER: (2:06am, Sunday, same night) Idk if I can wait another week for that.

(next day, Monday)

HER: Text me when you can so I know you're alive and made it back ok

ME: You look damn sexy in just a button up shirt.

HER: Stop it. I'm already horny just thinking about you.
HER: AND I'm in class.

After Action Review:
I have to say, this took a lot of gaming to come to fruition. The girl is 11 years younger than me. She's a bit heavier than my ideal, but god damn is she sexy. I had the feeling the entire time that I was one misstep away from leaving her place unsatisfied. Don't get me wrong. At no point did I feel like I would fuck up. It felt like I could see all the previous iterations of myself failing at different points and the new 'Me' was above it all, able to foresee all her games and countering them in ways that could only lead to her wanting me.

My game has been taken to a new level.

Philly Lair - Feb '11 MG&S

2011-03-08T09:27:00.001-08:00

My experience meeting the Philly Lair.

I rolled into DH Pub and looked around. It's busy here. Downstairs were a ton of people eating. I walked upstairs and saw more tables of diners. I wasn't sure if I was in the right place. I found a back bar upstairs and walked up to a couple guys. I said, "Is this..." They gave me a knowing look and said, "yeah."

I talked to them for a minute and looked around again. Everyone there 'looked' cool, but some of the guys were kinda 'off'. I asked who the main organizer was. They pointed him out and I went up and introduced myself. He was a really cool guy and I was a little shocked to see that he had his girlfriend there. He told me that she knows all about the group. I guess, since I'm so secretive about what I do, that I hadn't thought it could be any other way.

I shot the shit with him for a minute and then asked him who the best, most proficient guys were. He gave me a couple names and I went to talk to them.

One of the guys he pointed out was very friendly and had a cool style and vibe. Then I met a friend of his who was very excited and had the 'kid in a candy store' energy. Not so skilled, but he's got a lot of enthusiasm. It's either going to really help him or really hinder him.

After only a few minutes of assessing the social skills of the guys in the group, it became apparent to me that there was a large gap in experience and awareness. What I mean by this is that there are guys that are good and 'get it', and then there are guys that aren't good and don't even know they don't 'get it'. It's the concious/competence stages. I'm sure I'm somewhere in the middle, but everyone thinks they're better than they really are, including me.

I talked to another co-organizer who had a 'leader of men' aire about him. Just based on these short interactions, I can say with certainty that the organizers are of the few that 'get it'. As I was hanging with them, I saw a guy who 'owned the bar' with body language and was holding court with about 4 guys. The co-organizers said he was really good and they learned a lot from him. This was 'Garv'.

During one of the conversations in the Pub, I found myself talking fast and tripping on my words. I was nervous and kinda 'geeking out' a bit. I don't do that. It was a bit embarrassing because I'm usually much more composed, so I went out front for a smoke.

A few minutes later everyone (about 15 guys) came outside to go to the club. I went to Wawa for a Red Bull with a good-looking, well-dressed guy. He was a newb and asked me some questions that showed a serious lack of experience so I decided I wasn't going to wing with him. He was cool, and I have no problem winging with someone who needs some help, but that's not why I came out tonight.

I came out tonight to meet some pros. Or at least someone to show me the real potential of game. I've had a feeling for a while that there was something missing, some hidden ingredient that has eluded me. And dare I say it, I felt there was something wrong, or broken, with game as I understood it. I've been at the edge of an epiphany for a year now and I wanted... needed... a final push.

I walked with 'Well-Dressed' to the club, a half block behind the group, and found he was a really likeable person.

When we got there 'Well-Dressed' went in with everyone else. I'm not a herd animal. I'd rather walk in late and make a real entrance than be just another body. There was a guy from the group smoking on the sidewalk and I walked up and talked to him. He was a really chill guy. He just had a great laid-back vibe.

I introduced myself to 'Chill' and we talked about the group. Aside from his body language and demeanor, I knew he was good because he asked me, "What are your goals with all this?" He was feeling me out, wanted to know if I 'got it'. I was honest with him. I'm usually not. Maybe it was his vibe. Maybe I just needed a confidant.

Now, I thought 'Chill' was a chill guy, but then 'Garv' came out for a smoke and leaned against a railing next to us. He knew 'Chill' and was listening to our convo. I said to 'Garv'. "You've got the best body language of anyone I've ever seen. I noticed it at the Pub. No matter where you are you find something to lean against."

They laughed knowingly. Then 'Garv' schooled me on game. This guy is a pro. I'm not exaggerating. In 10 minutes of talking to him my mind was open to concepts that I hadn't even thought of. This is why I came out tonight. He critiqued my appearance and gave me some pointers. The few techniques he taught me I used the same night with phenomenal success (before I fucked up). Besides the tips, just being in his presence gave me a model to emulate. His 'cool' was deep to his core and really showed me how far I could take it. I don't mean to be praising anyone so much, but just trust me on this, he knew his shit and wasn't too cool to help someone.

We finished our cigarette's and headed inside. I wandered and introduced myself to a couple of the guys. Then I realized why I thought they were 'off'. They were scared. They gave me a look that said, "Why are you talking to me?" There were a couple small groups of guys huddled together for protection here and there. I kept going. Looking around I noticed it was a dick farm. A few girls here and there, but nothing I wanted to open. I checked out upstairs. Same thing. The 'kid in a candy store' guy was in set with three girls. He needed help, but I didn't know him or the dynamic, so I didn't go in. I should have. Turns out he needed the help and the girls were cute.

Overall I didn't see much that I wanted to open or could open. Back downstairs I ran into a guy from the group and mentioned that I wasn't really feeling the place because there weren't many sets. He said, with an attitude, "What are you talking about? There's a set there, one there, one there." I gave him a, "What the fuck are YOU on?" look and rolled off.

I ran into 'Chill' a couple feet away talking to three guys. They were looking at him like he had all the answers. I introduced myself to the group and got more of the same "why are you talking to me" looks. Then I asked 'Chill' if he wanted to go find some girls. He said, "Yeah" like I was offering him free weed. I guess the 'kids' were wearing him out. We went upstairs and scanned the area.

Not much. Then I saw a 2set and walked up. "You guys seem cool, are you friendly?"
The one said, "No." And with bad body language. I plowed anyway. It was the first set of the night so I wanted to milk it a bit. The other girl was shy but liked the attention. Her friend ruined it for her by being standoff-ish. I looked at 'Chill' and signaled him to come over. The mean girl kept giving shit, so we threw 'em back in the water.

We hung out a minute and I saw a group of really cute girls coming up the stairs. I moved toward them, but it became really crowded and so many people were moving in different directions that it wasn't conducive for starting conversations.

A little upset about the environment, I vented to 'Chill' and told him what the guy said earlier ("there's a set here, a set there"). I speculated that it was approach anxiety that was getting me down. 'Chill' verbalized what I was thinking earlier. There really weren't many viable sets. One of the sets the guy earlier pointed out was a family party of some sort. 'Chill' said it would have shown a great lack of social calibration to open them. He also said if they really were available sets, then why wasn't he opening them? Then he asked me if I thought any of the girl were good looking. I thought for a moment, and then said, "No." He said, "Then why open them?"

I think 'Chill' was hanging with me because I wasn't a knucklehead and showed some initiative/courage with opening. There were plenty of people he could have winged with but he stuck with me.

We went outside for a smoke. I saw a girl by herself at a table and opened by asking for a light. She said, "Sure." I lit my cigarette and her girl friend came over and started some drama. The girl I opened started crying and I walked away.

'Chill' and I sat and talked. I said, "You want to go to a party tonight?"

He said, "You don't have to ask me twice."

To be continued in "Party in University City"

After Action Review:
The Philly Lair was everything I thought it would be. It was a great experience meeting the organizers and members.

If you want to take your game to another level, overcome some obsacles, meet some new wings, and make new friends, definitely come to the meetups.

If you want some one on one time with a local pro, 'Garv' actually does workshops. I learned a ton after only 10 minutes and his workshops are hours, so I can only imagine how far it could take you. Several of the organizers took his workshop and recommend him. His price is extremely fair, so if you want to get on the fast track, give him a shout. I do not know him personally and do not benefit from endorsing him. It is only for your benefit that I mention him.

Good luck, and I'll see you at the next meetup... which is tonight.

Game and the Effects of Porn

2011-03-06T14:50:00.000-08:00

Porn is a ubiquitous and pervasive phenomenon. The internet's explosion of accessibility means that anyone can get new sex videos at any time of the day for free. Does that mean that it SHOULD be accessed?

Let's examine the effects of porn and you can decide for yourself.

Effect 1: Porn desensitizes you to real women.

Desire for real women is reduced. Even in the presence of a naked woman, you will be numbed to the degree that you wank it. It cannot NOT affect you. I read an article somewhere a while ago (sorry, no source) that cited a study that proved men perceived their wives as less beautiful after watching porn.

What this means for the guy who's getting a regular dosage of porn is that, not only is he not going to be as motivated to bang a real girl, his performance will be lacking as well.

Effect 2: Porn saps Motivation and Desire.

Desire and Motivation are similar.
Desire is a 'Want'.
Motivation is a 'reason for action'.
As I define it for this excercise, they are exclusive:
Desire is what you feel when you are IN THE PRESENCE OF BEAUTY.
Motivation is what makes you want to be IN THE PRESENCE OF BEAUTY.

Motivation is what gets you there.
Desire is what you feel when you are there.

So, in order to keep your desire and motivation for sex high, limit your porn intake. If you just rubbed one out, yet are somehow still Motivated to meet women, is your Desire going to be as palpable? Are you going to be able to show your desire? I think not. If you are consuming Porn on a daily basis, is your desire for 'women in your league' going to be appropriately high? I think not.

Effect 3: Porn causes erectile dysfunction.

When you are having sex with a 'woman in your league', will you satisfy her? Or will the fact that you jerk off regularly to 10's (who do some freaky shit) prevent you from being turned on enough to keep an erection when with a normal girl?

Erectile dysfuntion is on the rise in youth. I speculate that if we saw a graph of youth ED superimposed on a graph of porn proliferation, we'd all have an 'Aha!' moment.

ED causes performance anxiety. If you can't please a woman and it's just an awkward affair, it will create in you a pavlovian avoidance to sexual relations. Our limbic system and reward centers compel us toward pleasure and away from pain. When imbalance occurs, porn is a pleasure and sex is a pain.

The way our brain works with pornography is like pouring water into a bottomless bucket. Each click brings you to novel images or video that triggers the reward centers of our brains. Dopamine is released. At the same time, dopamine sensitivity is numbed so you need a stronger stimulus to cause the same pleasure response. This leads to needing more novel material. All of a sudden it takes more than just a cute girl pleasuring herself to get you off.

On a practical level, porn changes our needs and makes it take much more than what is available to us in our reality to arouse us adequately.

Simply put, the more you use porn, the less you will feel desire for 'normal'.

That in itself is not necessarily a bad thing if you know what's going on and have made an informed choice. What I think is bad is when this happens and we don't know it. If you know what you're sacrificing, would you still do it?

Effect 4: Porn diminishes your ability to satisfy a woman.

What do most men want out of a relationship?

A loving partner.
A caring partner.
A sexual partner.
An understanding partner.
Sex on demand.
Dinner / meals made for us.
To be treated like a king.

Well the only way you're going to get that is to fuck the shit out of your woman. If you're not fucking her good enough because you can't get a rock hard dick because her naked body isn't as hot as the one you just saw on your computer, then she's not going to see you as a man. She's going to see you as an inferior boy (you're not still wearing comic book T-shirts outside the house are you?). Good luck getting a woman that feels superior to you to treat you well.

Effect 5: Porn causes conflict in relationships.

It's amazing how doting a woman is after you just rocked her world. The corrollation is that if you're unable to give her an orgasm, or the sex is unsatisfactory, a contempt toward you will build in her and she will not respect you.

Effect 6: Porn contributes to White Knighting:

Some guys have this habit of pedestalizing women. If you know a guy like that, ask him how much he masturbates and if he's honest, he'll tell you somewhere about once a day, if not more. This is not an intrinsically bad thing. When it IS 'bad' is when a guy allows porn to infect his rational processes.

There are two things guys want from women: Sex and Affection.
These two things have to be in balance for psychological health and relationship health.

The guy who pedestalizes women is inflating the value of her affection and acts like he doesn't want sex from her. Maybe he doesn't. He gets all the sex (junk sex) he wants from a video screen. He'll scold you on respecting women and to not treat them like a sexual object (Madonna/Whore paradox). He may want sex on some level, but his fantasy is of the woman doing all the work. The woman taking the reins and leading him. He lacks the balls, motivation, and desire, to initiate himself.

If you know about common female fantasies, you'll know this isn't one of them.

Summary:
To the degree that you use porn, it will:

1. Desensitize you to 'normal' women.
2. Sap your Motivation and Desire.
3. Cause erectile dysfunction.
4. Diminish your ability to satisfy a woman.
5. Cause conflict in your relationships.
6. Imbalance your need for Affection and Sex from real women.

Conclusion:
Porn isn't just a viscious cycle of dopamine binging and crashing.
It is a psychological and physiological downward spiral.

Porn is NOT for anyone interested in practicing game.

If you want a happier/healthier sex life, then don't just stop watching porn. Stop masturbating altogether. This will create a drive in you to fuck real women. Make real sex your only sexual outlet.

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Sources:
Your Brain on Porn
Your Brain on Porn: Doing what you evolved to do
Your Brain on Porn: Food Addiction Research
http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/6594
http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/345
Was The Cowardly Lion Just Masturbating Too Much?
Unexpected Lessons from Porn Users
Sexual Superabundance
Seriously, does masturbation affect game?
Effects of Male Masturbation on Attracting Women
Porn + Masturbation = Bad Game

Me a Narcissist?! (a rationalization)

2011-03-03T11:53:00.000-08:00

I read a recent blog post at The Rawness, Double Meanings, and it struck a chord with me, inspiring me to investigate narcissism.

I found a narcissim quiz that Dr. Drew has online, promoting a book.

Out of 40 points I scored a 38.

Authority: High
Self-sufficiency: High
Superiority: High
Exhibitionism: High
Exploitativeness: High
Vanity: High
Entitlement: High

Right on the website it says,

There's no such thing as a good or bad result on this test. Scoring high on the narcissism inventory, or high on any of the component categories, doesn't mean you have a disorder, or that you're a good or bad person.

I then took another online narcissism quiz that had me at 36 out of 50.
"If your score is 35 or more you may be narcissistic."

So, I guess it's official. I'm a narcissist.

Is that a bad thing? Not neccessarily.
Somebody else said it for me (forget where I took this from):

A lot of people are 'relieved' if they scored low and worry they should call their therapist if they scored high. But when did being assertive, controlling, capable, unstoppable, successful, beloved, believable, enduring, popular, and aggressive become dirty or some sort of personality disorder?
Introverts don't become presidents, ceo's, captains, owners, or generals, unless they were born rich. We've become a nation of losers who are 'relieved' they didn't score too high.
You can always pay someone to write your biography to make you sound humble.

I find nothing wrong with expecting better things for myself. I find nothing wrong with being selfish. I do find it a bit regretful (no real regret, just a figure of speech) that some relationships (bros and hos) have been strained because they think I'm an asshole. And yet I've always been an optimist and have always been very happy. My self esteem is sound.

I see a lot of people promoting modesty as a virtue, but to me that reeks of weakness. I abhor weakness unless it is a calculated front.

"The meek shall inherit the Earth." Bullshit. That line was written by people in power to keep the sheeple in their pens. They don't want anyone rising up and challenging them.

Nobody's ever gotten laid being timid.

To be timid is to be dependent. To be meek is to be tamed. I cannot respect anyone that is not assertive and can't stand up for themselves. They may as well put on a collar and hand the leash to their women, bosses, bullys, 'friends'.

Women don't respect the weak. Self-deprecating humor is the worst thing that could ever be used socially, not to mention seductively. If you're going to err, err on the side of being COCKY. I'm not saying being cocky is the end all be all. But you need to be cocky to break out of timidness. After giong to the opposite extreme, and knowing what the limits are, you can then find a good median.

I think narcissism has a bad name because there are few people with balls to stand up for what they want. The people that don't have this self-assurance are envious of the people that do and try to 'take them down a peg'.

There are few people who have the guts to say to someone else, "Fuck you, I'm more important to me than you are." But that's the way it should be. You are more important to yourself than you are to anyone else. Be selfish. Think of yourself first next time. You will be surprised at how good it makes you feel. A little guilty, too? Pangs maybe. But your self-esteem will grow as you treat yourself with respect and choose your happiness over someone else's.

Choose yourself. Feel better. Get laid.

Partying in DE - Part 3

2011-02-28T10:20:00.000-08:00

Continued from: Partying in DE - Part 2 and Partying in DE

Text to HBStrawberry on sunday at 9am:
ME: My buddy said Hxxxxx is cool. Pick you up or meet me?

HER: I'm sorry, I just have too much work due tomorrow. I can't tonight.

ME: no response

--- at midnight on Sunday, the night we were supposed to hang out

HER: I just got done doing my work. I'm sorry I couldn't hang with you tonight.

ME: No big deal. I knew early enough. There'll be plenty of time for us to hang out, anyway. Just make sure you get good grades so you get a good job. I need a sugar momma ;)

HER: Oh finally, a reason for me to keep my grades up, so I can be your sugar momma! Haha :) when are you free again? Sundays work a little better if it's earlier. Otherwise I can do weekends but our weekday schedules seem to clash.

--- Logistics are going to be tough with her, but it will be worth it.
--- No big deal because I had a backup plan:

Pool Girl: You still coming by tonight?

ME: Depends... Am I the guest of honor?

Pool Girl: I mean we just gon chill in my room with margaritas, would you feel that honored?

ME: I'll be around after 9. Where should I meet you?

--- Ignored her text. Not sure if she understood that I was kidding.

Pool Girl: (texted address)

Met up with Pool Girl at her dorm room. It was just her and a friend, who I met at the party, from down the hall. Her roomate is out of town for the weekend. She made us bad margaritas without ice and talked for a bit. I had her put on music and then I sat on the couch (in the middle and spread out a bit). Her friend was sitting in a chair and Pool Girl came and sat right next to me. We chatted a bit and her friend got up and said she had to go. I think she was just hanging out until she felt I was safe. As soon as her friend left I knew it was on.

I took Pool Girl's hand and smelled her hair. Then I kissed her. She enthusiastically reciprocated. I picked her up like a doll, put her on my lap, and we made out for a bit.

She said, "You should see my bed. It's tiny."
Just fucking around, I said, "I can see it from here." (I shouldn't have joked at a time like that. I should have lead her. With hindsight I can see that I was slightly uncomfortable with escalating and I joked to relieve the tension.)
She said, "No, I mean I want to show it to you."

We got up, went to the bed, and made out again. This time I escalated toward sex and she said, "I can't do this."

I said, "You're right. We should stop." Then her shirt and bra were off.

I was rubbing her through her pants and she said, "That's not going to do it." I said, "Of course not, but I like to see you squirm."

My hand went down her pants and she said, "I can't do this."
I said, "You're right. We should stop." Then her pants were off.

I pulled out my dick and she grabbed it. She said, "I can't do this." I agreed. Then my clothes were off and we were both naked.

I persisted and ignored her half-protestations until it was apparent that she really couldn't 'do this'. It seemed like it was going too fast for her or something. Or, more likely, she was playing games.

Interestingly, she said, "I'm so glad you just took my clothes off and went for it. I'm so sick of guys asking if it's OK to kiss me or take my shirt off."

I lay naked with her for a while, half-asleep, half thinking about logistics for giving her another chance. Then I got up, put my clothes on, and left.

After Action Review:
The new name of the game is 'Escalation'. Straight escalation. Risk it to get the biscuit. After thinking about all my best and easiest hookups, I've found a common denominator: quick sexual escalation.

That's what I was doing with Pool Girl. It went from her friend leaving the room to Pool Girl and I on her bed in about 3 minutes. Basically, just 'Manning Up' and unappologetically initiating sexual contact sets me head and shoulders above my competition and women APPRECIATE it. Women hate doing the work and, as a male, it's my responsibility to push. Every time I've done this, it's been successful.

I'm not wasting time with 'comfort game' anymore. I'm going to be pushing the sexual tension toward either a blow out or a blow job.

I didn't f-close or get a blow job this time. She played with me a bit and that's it. I didn't push it far enough. I didn't persist. I never made it to a 'NO'. I've been winging it for quite a while. From now on I'm going to have goals. My new goal when in isolation is to push it to either BJ/F-close or a verbal 'NO'. 'I can't do this' is NOT a 'NO' and although I had fun, I failed in getting laid because I was winging it. Next time, I'll ignore fake protests, and in an authoritative tone, I'm going to say, "Suck my dick." It's called leading. And if she says, 'I can't do this.' I'll tell her, "Yes you can, keep going."

This adventure was a success because I now know what I did wrong and I am learning from it. Plus, I plan to meet up with her again. Oh, but not right away. I still have to see HBStrawberry :)

Partying in DE - Part 2

2011-02-26T22:43:00.000-08:00

Continued from PARTYING IN DE - FIELD REPORT - KISS CLOSE

Text Game for HBStrawberry:

ME: (on a monday) Hey cutie, bet my weekend could beat up your weekend.
HER: Haha, I don't know about that. Mine was pretty great. You go first.

ME: Lot of parties up here, met some crazy people, and even hung out in Nxxxx again. What did you do?

--- fuckin' LAME text. I don't know what I was thinking. It basically
--- sounds like bragging and is NOT interesting in any way.
--- as soon as I sent it I had an "oh shit" moment. I ran it through
--- my head a couple times and 10 minutes later I followed with:

ME: Oh, I forgot about the penguin.

--- I get a response IMMEDIATELY.

HER: Haha, what about the penguin? So you were in Nxxxx and didn't tell me? Ruude.

ME: Yeah, I'm despicable. Don't worry about the penguin... we're getting an annulment. How was your weekend of family?
HER: It was just Sunday dinner with the fam. I went to Hxxxx for a concert thursday to friday and then went out here saturday.

ME: Thursday doesn't count. I win. How's this weekend looking?
HER: Thursday counts for me, that's the start of my weekend! This coming weekend could work for me, are you gonna be around?

ME: I'll be around on sunday again. Free after 9.
HER: What do you do when you're here?

ME: Last week for work. The sunday thing is a different project.
HER: Ohh ok. You'll have to tell me what you do at some point. Maybe your last name.. Age.. You know, the usual things people talk about when they barely know each other. You're not free at all before sunday?

ME: No, not 'til Sunday.
HER: And what on earth would you propose we do in a town like Nxxxx at 9 on a sunday?

ME: I'll bring a movie.
HER: Haha, I don't even know you. I'll go out with you some time but don't think you can just come over.

--- Last text was on wednesday. I didn't respond. Coincidentally, a few minutes later I got a text from the girl I played pool with. I think I'm going to hang out with her instead. She's having her girlfriends over for margaritas and told me to stop by. (I'm assuming girlfriends. What guy drinks margaritas?)

Pool Girl: Hey what's up?
ME: Hey goof, how've you been?

HER: Busy wit school, lookin for fun on weekends.. you?
ME: Ok, party girl ;) I always run into fun. I think it's stalking me.

HER: Lets be party buddies! have fun, drink and kick ass in pool.. if you can handle it

--- haha, she's trying to game me. i love it.

ME: I like the way you think. I may be in Nxxxx this sunday. Not much of a party night, but anything going on?

HER: Me and my friends are just having margarita sunday in the room. Lol. Stop by and we can chill tho
ME: Sounds like it could be fun. I'll text you when I'm in town.

HER: Name something ridiculous you did this year
ME: America's Got Talent tryouts

HER: Shut up.. what was talent haha
ME: Long story. I'll tell you when I see you.

--- I don't need a text buddy.

HER: Will I enjoy this talent ;) ?

--- Haven't responded yet.

HBStrawberry was NOT a sure thing. Even though she said she wanted me to come over for sex, it did not mean she would a week later. I've read, and learned from experience, that after a heavy makeout, a woman will likely have buyer's remorse and need to be gamed all over again.

My plan for tomorrow night is to hang out with HBStrawberry and escalate as quickly as possible and take her back to her place. It's only two weeks later, so she won't be able to use the period excuse again. If she stops the escalation I'll meet up with Pool Girl.

Text to HBStrawberry:
ME: My buddy said Hxxxxx is cool. Pick you up or meet me?

Partying in DE + Field Report + Kiss Close

2011-02-14T10:38:00.001-08:00

So I contact a guy from the Philly Lair, who we'll call the D-man.
He invites me to a college party in DE.

I met D-man and Nxxx and we drove to the party. Both these guys are cool as shit but Nxxx has a girlfriend and knows nothing of game. D-man is a very social person and seemed to know everyone. To him every stranger is just a friend he hasn't met yet.

We rolled up to the party. Outside we ran into a couple people, including a rather 'odd' individual. I was talking to 'Odd' for a minute. He seemed cool, but I had to ditch him later because he was rather artless in the pursuit of women.

Inside the party I was very pleased to see a ton of cute girls. After mixing a bit I went downstairs where the DJ and a pool table were. Lot more people down here. Hanging out with Nxxx and 'Odd', we played pool with a cute girl. I was eyeing up a girl at a table with 3 guys. I made eye contact, said a cool 'Hey' (with an up-nod), and held the eye contact until she looked away. She got the messsage. So did I (she held one of the guys hands). She was 'with' one of them. Moving on...

There was one girl downstairs I thought was the cutest. While playing pool she siddled up to me and said, "don't miss". I missed. While she was with her friends, I walked up and told her she made me mess up and one of her 'friends' cock blocks me and says, "Why are you talking to her? She has a boyfriend." I said, "She started it." I could have tried to salvage it, but there's plenty of women tonight. Blown out of the whole set, I move on...

I number closed the cute girl we were playing pool with, and although there was kino, I got no sexual vibe so I probably won't call her. Moving on...

Upstairs I run into a pair of blondes that are clearly the hottest things at the party. I didn't even open. I'm not going to try to make an excuse, either. Sure, if Raziel were there I'd be 'In Like Flynn', but I can't always use his exhuberance as a crutch for social anxiety. In other words, I spoke too soon. My state was not pumped enough for the challenge. Moving on...

Went outside for a cigarette with 'Odd'. Three betaboys were out on the deck talking about how wonderful 'love' is. *Blurgh* 'Odd' quotes scripture and a betaboy quotes it back to him. I get the fuck out of there.

Inside, D-man was talking to several girls who were sitting in the living room. I roll up and he says, did you meet my friend? Good introduction. A lot of guys WON'T introduce you because they want to keep all the female attention to themselves. Then he introduces them in their 'ghetto' names or something similar. This took the attention immediately back to him and the girls. I was left standing there as an outsider after all. No fault of his and I'm not upset in the least. He brought me out to the party. I only point it out because he may not have experience with the BEST way to introduce a friend, especially if you're gaming:

"Oh hey, this is my buddy ______. This guy is awesome.
He's done _____ and _____ and even _____."

This is called a DHV Introduction or Accomplishment Introduction. It is not bragging if someone else says it. It does several things.
1. Your wing is brought into the group.
2. Your friends are cool which means you are cool.
3. The women become interested.
4. It gives you more conversational threads.
Here's a great example. I also give him a pass because he doesn't know me well enough to DHV me. If he did, it would be something like, "Hey, this is my buddy P. He's a rockstar (exaggeration but great for DHV). This guy's toured with Nxxxx and Gxxxx. He just played the Exxxx Fxxxx."

How I DHV intro Raz: "Hey this is my buddy Raz. You don't want to talk to him though, he's the most dangerous mother fucker here. He's been xxxxxx and xxxxxx."
You can literally see the 'gina tingles when I call him 'dangerous'. I don't usually like to use the F-Bomb but it works great here for effect.
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I stood next to D-man for half a minute and then moved on...

I opened a very cute redhead by the stairs. Her ugly friend comes over and talks to me and I have no wing. Two guys start talking to the cute girl. Moving on...

At this point, I've exhausted most of the opportunities I was interested in. There were a few more, but I didn't want to wait for the Magic Time. I convinced D-man and Nxxx to go to the next party and we moved on...

We roll into the next party and I immediately feel like a different person. I was engaging everyone and being really social. I felt a little vulnerable at the first party for some reason. I think it was just because I didn't know anyone. At this party, only an hour later, I felt like I knew the people I was rolling with better and was much more comfortable. Not only that, but now Nxxx and D-man seemed more comfortable with me. This I just now realized was a Mystery Bounce in action, but working on wings instead. Something to keep in mind next time I'm rolling with people I just met.

In the party I mingled and chatted. I ran into Nxxx in the basement who was flirting with 3 girls. I joined him at first but then I saw a really cute latin girl talking to a couple guys and D-man. I rolled up and teased her about her ballet dancing. She liked it. She's from Pxxxxx. I told her my country could beat up her country. She got fake mad and walked over to her friends. D-man laughed. She turned back and half smiled/half pouted. She's used to guys chasing her. I'm not chasing her. She just blew herself out.

Then I spotted a 2set in the basement - HBBrunette and HBStrawberry. I said to D-man, "Let's go see if they're having fun." We roll up and engage them immediately. He talks to HBStrawberry and I talk to HBBrunette. The conversation flows easily and I get IOI's right away. She's nervous. Good.

Nxxx is talking to HBStrawberry. Where the fuck did D-man go?

Somehow our two convo's get mixed and HBStrawberry called me the 'Cute Pxxxx'. *Huge IOI* She thought I was someone else with a similar name. I took her hand and walked toward her, pulling her away from Nxxx and HBBrunette. Standing close, still holding her hand, I said (as if telling a secret), "I have to tell you something. My name is not 'Pxxxx', but I appreciate you calling me 'cute'."

She said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry I thought you were Kxxxx's friend."

Still standing close and still holding her hand.
"I'm from Philly. I only know D-man and Nxxx."

I let go, backed up and looked at Nxxx and HBBrunette. They were smiling and flirting and I wondered if I made the right choice.

HBStrawberry closed the distance and said, "Where'd you get that necklace?" And then I knew I had her.

"I got it from a street vendor in *European country*." My hands found her hips and back.

"What's it mean?"

"Hope and Life" I pulled her closer, our belts touching. I touched her necklace. "This is nice."

"It's from Gxxxxx, it's meaning is a mystery."

I looked in her eyes and held it a heartbeat longer, relishing the adrenaline pumping through my chest. And then I kissed her.

She got into it. Way into it. I stopped her twice and she wanted more. I stopped her a third time, looked around, took her hand and lead her to a large, plush, sofa. She climbed on top of me and we made out more. I had my hand in her panties and she stopped me, "I want to. I really do, but I'm on my period." Fuck. I made the best of it. We had the area mostly to ourselves so I sucked on her tits and let her hands wander down my pants. Her tongue found every inch of my face and neck, but my neck started hurting so I made her stop. I calmed her down and we composed ourselves. I told her I had to leave to be at work at 5am. She MADE me take her number and insisted that I come back to see her to have sex. She walked me out and I kissed her goodbye.

I had a smoke with Nxxx outside as we waited for D-man. Remember Nxxx knows nothing of game and has a girlfriend. He just met these people tonight as well. I told him that girl was fun and he said, "Yeah, but she was making out with everyone." He seemed so cool earlier and until this point I didn't realize that Nxxx was a bitter beta. His statement was very enlightening because we both saw her earlier and she was hanging out with girlfriends, which tells me he was jealous. And even if she was making out with a dude or two before we got there and someone told him, that just increases my likelihood of getting laid. Yay me.

I did pull her away from him earlier, but I left him another girl. He has a girlfriend he's very content with and he wasn't going to do anything anyway, so there's no foul. Plus he was wasted.

Before I left I talked to D-man. He gave me a great compliment. He said he saw a Pro PUA talk in Philly recently and it wasn't anything special. He said it was great seeing it done in person and called me the real deal. I thanked him for bringing me out and told him I'd be inviting him to Philly.

Epilogue:
Oh. My neck. I got a hickey. I can NOT have a hickey. When I got home I took a broken piece of wood and gouged my neck in a long, bloody line. No more hickey and easier to explain with the slippery conditions of this winter.

I texted HBStrawberry on the way home (not while driving):
ME: Hey cutie, it was fun meeting you. Have a safe night. See you soon. - P.

I texted her a day later:
ME: I'll be in your area this week. You should join me for some coffee and stimulating conversation. What's your afternoon schedule like?

She texted back her schedule and we are in the process of setting logistics for a day2.

Show Your Desire

2011-02-13T14:02:00.000-08:00

I was at a blog (dissention dot wordpress dot com), written by an omega, which I check out sometimes to give me things to think about. It also gives me something to measure myself against.

There was a post on porn vs. real women that referenced this article which had this comment at the bottom (note the sentence I put in bold):

By JJFrank on 01/31/2011 at 12:06pm
Contrary to this article's headline, the male libido is obviously not disappearing, it is just focusing in a different direction than live women. I would speculate that the reason is that online women seem to want to have sex and seems to always enjoy it. That is what turns men on. It is not due to the shape of the body or the equipment.
It is the porn stars obvious and expressive desire, appreciation and satisfaction.

First of all he's wrong. Not only are shape and equipment hella important, but the reasons for the proliferation of pornography are much simpler (supply and demand) and much more complex (natural addiction). That said, his hypothesis about expressing desire is insightful. Obviously, men and women want to have sex with people who are sexually attractive to them. Once that requirement is met, we prefer to have sex with people that are expressive with their own sexual desire.

To illustrate the point:

Would you fuck an ugly girl who's shy and doesn't put much effort into it?
--Probably Not.

Would you fuck a cute girl who's shy and doesn't put much effort into it?
--Yeah.

Would you fuck an ugly girl who screams and rams her crotch into your dick?
--Probably not.

Would you fuck a cute girl who screams and rams her crotch into your dick?
--Hell. Yes.

So a girl who REALLY wants to fuck AND really gets off on it is VERY attractive, provided she's not repulsive and her desire is not a caricature of porn and so over the top that you think she's exaggerating (which, of course, is a turn off because then it seems fake and causes you to question whether she is enjoying it at all, which takes you out of the moment).

What he's pointing at goes both ways. When in the bedroom, women get off on men who show they're enjoying themselves as well, which was eloquently said in this craigslist post.

Show your desire:
Our society already curtails our sexual expression. It is frowned upon for a man to be overtly sexual. The last thing you want to do is self-castrate. Men want to bang. Women like to be desired.

Am I saying stare at your coworkers' tits? No. But I'm also not saying don't do it unless you're like Fred Armison in a Sexual Harrassment video. As men we need to shun this PC idea of hiding our urges. Tom Brady's character in that SNL skit is absurd, but if you are Alpha, groomed, and dress well, you can pull off a sexual vibe at work without flak from HR.

Now translate that to gaming in field:
If you go out trying to meet women and you keep it PC (sterile), you're going to be LJBF'd or they're going to think you're a 'nice' guy. Apply sexual tension/energy. Make her feel like you want to bang her. Take up space. Take up HER space (both meanings). Make her feel your presence with body language and no matter what the subject matter, the underlying message is clear: she is a sexual object, you want to fuck her, and it is a completely normal and acceptable thing.

Of course it can go too far as Bhodisatta found with Over-Intent.
As he says, keep the vibe playful.

By showing your desire (using sexual tension) she will know that you want to bang, which will do one of two things:
1. Blow you out.
2. Get you laid.

A blow out is good. You aren't wasting time hoping it goes somewhere and you can move on to the next girl.

Remember: You've got to risk it to get the biscuit.

Raz' Newest Text Game (with analysis)

2011-02-10T09:47:00.000-08:00

So Razael used to work with this cute girl and saw her out a week ago. This is his TEXT game (with a little help from ME).

RAZ: I just saw someone who looked exactly like you. i almost said hi (ME)
--- Great opening volley.

HER: That would've been funny
RAZ: Funny? That is a moment of sheer terror for most people
--- Great teasing.

HER: lol it wouldn't have been that bad. just a hello...
RAZ: Not that bad! I would have said hi then baam! now she's in love with me.
--- Great cocky/funny.

HER: lmao. damn is that how it happens?
RAZ: Hi.. :) What's your schedule like next week? (ME)
--- Great. To the point logistics.

HER: Hello! Mon-fri X:XX - X:xx. it's the same every week.
RAZ: Come out with me next Saturday night. (ME)
--- Great. To the point logistics, inviting her into his world.
--- Usually for a Day2 Saturdays are a bad idea. They're a big night
--- and a girl usually doesn't want to commit a Saturday night to
--- a guy she isn't sure about. If she does, flaking is likely.
--- Better to do a weeknight for a Day2. In this case her schedule
--- is crap and it's the only night available.

HER: Where to?
RAZ: A little restaurant called Txxxxx.
--- BAD. By saying 'restaurant' is frames it as a DATE-date
--- which implies that he's like all the other guys.
--- Remember that you don't have to answer a direct question.
--- Her:'Where to?' Raz:'I'll surprise you.' or 'It's a secret'
--- or even 'Not telling'
--- A reframe is NECESSARY.

HER: Oh where is that at? Big party?
RAZ: Party girl? I thought you were different. (ME)
--- Excellent reframe. Put her on the defensive, exactly as was intended.

HER: Not much of a party girl. Like to have a good time. Just was wondering what was going on there that u were inviting me out
RAZ: Pshhh Do you really need any other reason than getting to go out with me..
HER: Maybe
--- Good cocky/funny, but not sure if it was needed here.
--- 'Maybe' means she needs more gaming.

--- Waited Until Monday at Noon to send next text --
RAZ: Saturday: You. Me. Drinks. (ME)
HER: Yes sounds good
HER: Hey so... what time r we going out on Saturday? Bunch of people? Just us?
--- Great. To the point. Yes or No. Cut and dry.
--- Raz' text here was pretty fucking clear, but this is a woman
--- so it's not enough...she's still pushing for something...
--- What could it be?

RAZ: Just us, Party girl. I'll pick you up at 8. What's your address? (ME)
HER: Nah... no party girl. Just wondering if this was a date :)
--- Use of the nickname 'party girl' is to tease. She seems not to like it.
--- Discontinue this nickname in texts, maybe reuse in person sparingly.
--- Another CLEAR text, but she needs more.
--- What was she pushing for? Oh... she wants Raz to jump through a
--- hoop and into her frame by calling it a 'date'.
--- Use of the emoticon is to relieve tension. She doesn't want it to
--- seem like she wants it to be a 'date', but she really does.

RAZ: Date? Just drinks, and if we get along you can call it a date. :) (ME)
--- Excellent parry. This says so much in a single text.
--- 1 - He's not playing by her rules.
--- 2 - He's not assuming he's going to like her.
--- 3 - He has higher status than she.
--- BTW, the emoticon was reciprocating her exact emoticon, otherwise
--- it's best to avoid them.

HER: Lol. Y wouldn't we get along? I'll just call it drinks, don't want to make it something it's not lol
--- Her response is perfect.
--- 1 - She did not back out. (yet)
--- 2 - She confirmed the 'date' by calling it 'drinks'.
--- 3 - She laughed. (laugh is to relieve tension, she's not used to this)
--- 4 - She accepted his frame.

RAZ: Address? (ME)
HER: 222 Smang It Lane.
--- To the point. No cocky/funny during logistics.

We'll see what happens. Never underestimate a woman's propensity for flaking.

Winter Posts

2011-02-08T14:14:00.000-08:00

One of the downsides to having 2% body fat is that cold weather is intolerable. I HATE the cold to such an extent that I don't go out much in the winter. (Maybe I need to move to Florida or Southern California. Hotter chicks there anyway.) For this reason, the posts I'm working on right now are more idea oriented instead of field oriented.

Upcoming Post 1: Desire/Motivation and the effects of Porn.
Upcoming Post 2: Me a Narcisist?

Green Eyes Text Game and AAR

2011-01-24T18:44:00.000-08:00

This is some of my early text game. You'll see a few fuck ups, but overall I think it went well. Logistics never panned out with her (she was away all summer), otherwise I think a Day2 would have followed.
Couple notes:

Too many emoticons. Do NOT use emoticons. It is approval seeking. I do NOT use emoticons anymore.
I was experimenting with several techniques here like asking a seemingly innocuous question at the end of a response text to keep the vibe going.
The staples: Sugarmomma, limited availability, DHV's, nicknames, and C&F

----- Met her at a dive bar and we played pool (billiards).
----- Sent her the first text on the way home. I always do this now.
----- You should, too.

Hey Green Eyes, Had fun tonight. Hope to see you again.
Sweet dreams, Pulsotic
Thanks, but I thought it was 'Pulsotic" with a 'Z'?
(inside joke at number close, I said to her, "that's 'Pulsotic' with a 'Z'" as she was entering the number)

----- A few weeks pass.
----- Sometimes I like to let them stew.
----- I'm in no hurry to text them and the whole time, they're
----- likely thinking about me BECAUSE I haven't texted again.

Hey Green Eyes, I'm in town tonight. Let's meet up for a drink or pool. I'm a "pro", ya know. ('pro' is an inside joke)

Hey! I can't tonight.. I'm going home for my birthday dinner in Wxxx Cxxxxx

45? ;) J/K Happy Birthday. If you're around on Wednesday you should come to Kxx Fxx... My band is playing... We go on first, about 9 I think, which sucks, but I don't know when I'll be back in town.

Yeah! Sorry it took me so long to respond... My phone died. But I'm always in the city and I love Kxxx Fxx so I'll probably show up... What do you play?

I play the Bikelophone. It's wicked easy. I've only been playing it for a week and I think I've mastered it! ;) Guitar, actually. I think this is my last show with them, but we'll see... I've not been to Kxxx Fxx yet, what should I expect? (I gave up the joke too easily)

It's fun... there's a room with the bar area and whatnot and then a big back room for dancing and the stage... a bit hipster but I like it

P.S. what the hell is a bikelaphone? haha

Kxxx Fxx sounds cool. I'll probably dig it. BTW, I thought you WERE a hipster... I'm soooo disappointed ;) A Bikelophone is... hard to explain :) (you do not have to answer a direct question, better if you don't. I should NOT have acknowledged her P.S. 'bikelaphone' question.)

haha I'm maybe a bit of one... I don't usually admit it though.

Drummer didn't show but I'm still hangin' out here w/ bands. You coming out?

Hey I'm not sure... I have exams this week so if I get done studying by like 10:30 I might... do I have to pay to get in?

It's like 50 bucks to get in. You can just pay me 30 and I'll let you in the back ;p you just missed the best onemanband ever!! I'll put you on the list. Nobigdeal. Make sure you studyhard and get a good job... I need a sugar momma ;) see you soon.

Haha we'll see..I'm trying to get everything done now..I'll keep you updated

----- A day later -----

Hey hipster, exams go well?

yeah, but I still have some next week too... how was Kxxx Fxx? sorry I couldn't make it.

It was fun. Woulda been better if our drummer showed. Wcyd? The bands were great. Last one was from Australia. Female guitarist and a male drummer, like white stripes, but backward... And more rockin'. You were right, the place was pretty cool. We met up with some friends and I think I stayed out a bit too late for a work night, but it was worth it. What exams you have left? (Woah, way too much for this text. Should have been: 'You missed a CRAZY party. What exams you have left?' - This would have induced 'fear of loss', set me up as someone who has a lot of fun, and stoked her curiosity, provided I was coy. Contrast that to a lame, "Sucks that you couldn't come out." Which would make me look like I missed HER. But I'd never do that.)

Marketing, human resource management and accounting... should be awful!

I love marketing! Lot of psychology in that. I can totally see you as a book worm, though. I'm a closet nerd myself. Are those required classes or are you majoring in 'awful'? ('I love marketing!' and 'closet nerd' were both VERY bad. I like the rest, though.)

majoring in awful. but taking creative writing and poetry courses for writing intensives so it's not TOO bad. When are you heading to Philly again?

I'll be there this Sat. I might go to the phillies game before that or get some lunch. That's good you have creative courses, too. I went to xxxx college. Aside from painting, my favorite classes were writing. Have you written poetry?

I just recently got really into it, it's so therapeutic! And I was at the Phillies game last night!

Therapeutic? That's a good description. I completely lose track of time when writing... Like everything around you melts away... and the only thing in the universe is what's right in front of you...
(lame, lame, lame attempt at suggestion, but it did help lead me to my 'writing pattern'. I do not do this anymore. Tried a couple times but it always fails in this medium UNLESS it is sexual.)

----- A week later -----

Hey Green Eyes, You won't believe what happened to me over the last 24 hours (let's just say it involved off-duty cops, 2 strippers, and a penguin) Anyhow I'm going out a couple of times to celebrate this week, but might get a few hours spare at some point, how’s your week looking?

haha a penguin? I won't ask. What are you celebrating? And what're you doing monday night? My friend's having a bday celebration at the Bxxxx in fishtown

(I CHOSE not to go to her party because I didn't have a wing that night, and as a rule, I don't meet women on their terms.)

Hey Hipster, how was the party? Sorry I couldn't make it, I had to help my aunt move. I'll be around on Saturday night, though. We may go to Rittenhouse or Old City.. be cool to meet up. I'll leave the penguin home ;)

haha. hi... the party was awesome... mostly a 'girls night' anyway. I'm not gonna be here sat, I have to work all night at the beach.. our schedules never agree!

Eeeew, girls night? I dodged a bullet, 'cuz girls are gross! :P You're right, it's become too difficult... we should just break up... I want my CD's back. Well, have fun working. Which beach are you going to?

hahaha I'm going to Cape May but I'll be back and forth from there to Philly often this summer. I'll let you know when I'm around.

----- A week later -----

You in philly tonight?

----- No response -----

AFTER ACTION REVIEW:

Should I have gone to her friend's birthday party?
Well, I didn't and we never met up again.
So the three second rule has a correlation with Day 2's.

If you don't ACT when the opportunity presents itself,
you may never get the chance to again.

My decision to decline her invitation was amateurishly calculated. I did not feel confident enough to go there by myself, where I knew only her, and where she knew everyone. Sure it would have been easier if I had a wing (I would have had someone else to talk to while she bounced from me to her friends), but now, much later, I feel like I could go by myself, talk to anyone, and be just fine.

Betas Don't Listen

2011-01-18T08:40:00.000-08:00

Old axiom: "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink."

My Beta friends ask me for advice. I give it to them (ONLY when they ask). And they still keep doing the stupid shit they do.

*** So, why do they bother asking?! I actually know the psychology behind it.
*** This post is just me venting.

Case in point:
I was at a party with some friends and the drummer for my band tells me he went out a week ago and, following my example (thank the gods), he did the opposite of what he normally does. He was aloof and arrogant and got a girls number for the first time in years! (not an exaggeration)

He says he got the number over A WEEK AGO and asks me if he should call her. I said, "No... Text." I even gave him the line to text, "It was great meeting you the other night, I'd like to find out if you're more than just a pretty face. What's your schedule like this week?"

He says, "Yeah, Ok."
I said, "I'm fucking serious. Do it NOW."
"I will."

His whole demeanor is that of defeat and he hasn't even been rejected yet. I'm so dissappointed. If he was willing to try until he failed he may have had a lot of fun with this girl. Instead, he's accepted failure before he's even tried. His ego is so fragile now, after years of abuse, that he cannot take another hit. So he shuts down.

I'm very happy to hear that he tried when he went out and I hope that it means he's turning a new leaf. It would just go so much smoother for him if he'd listen.

Off Night, but Fun. Andy and HB 3apples Conclusion. Field Report.

2011-01-17T09:10:00.000-08:00

Met up with Andy (not his real name) through the Philly Lair. My usual wing, Raz, couldn't make it tonight, so it was just me and Andy.

We hung out at Nxxx Mxxx bar and talked about game for a while. I missed the MG&S the night before so he told me what went down. At his request I looked at his text game and gave him some pointers. While we were talking I opened a 5 as she was trying to get a beer next to me. It didn't go well, but her friend was all smiles. Andy reflected on the propensity for ugly girls to shit test. I agreed. More work than it's worth, but I think this one was my fault. I don't think I projected the right vibe. On top of that, I failed a shit test. She said leather is too cold for the winter and people only wear leather to look cool. I forget what I said, but it wasn't good. I wasn't in state and forgot the basics like: 'agree and amplify', e.g. "Oh, so you think I look cool? Thanks, but this compliment thing won't get you anywhere. I need to be wined and dined."

Andy and I stayed there and talked a bit too long and I was completely out of state. I tried to open another set outside which flopped. To a 2set who were smoking cigarettes outside, "I know you get this from a lot of guys, but I have to ask you a question......... do you have a light?" The shorter girl laughed, but the taller girl was giving a ton of shit. Turns out she was 'committed' to some guy. Everything I was saying should have been funny, but my delivery was off. After the set was blown, Andy asked them what they look for when they go out at night. I would not have done that.

We walked on to Pxxx and Sxxx, passing a couple guys fighting on the sidewalk on the way. We got a beer and didn't open anyone. This time of night, 11pm, it's ALWAYS a dick farm. Andy went to talk to a friend and I went outside for a cigarette and to check out the talent. I spotted a girl (a cute brunette) by herself at a table. "Care if I sit with you? They said I have to be sitting if I'm drinking a beer ('they' didn't and I don't know if that's true)". Vibe went really well. I was riffing with her for a solid 3 minutes and we were both laughing. I was 'in'. Some dudes tried to cock block while I was talking to her. The transparent idiots asked her for a light (she wasn't smoking and I was). She said, "No." But they were lingering, so I said, "I got one." Lit the guy's smoke and said, "Take it easy, guys." (translation: "fuck off") Half a minute later Andy came out and we had to meet HB 3apples and her friends at another bar. I went for a number close with the brunette and got rejected. She's a 'lesbian'. I said, "Wow, that's the first time I've been rejected by a lesbian." She acted hurt, and said, "I'm not rejecting you. I really AM a lesbian. I told you my Girlfriend is inside."
I actually believe her.

(HB 3apples is from Gaming in Line at a Concert Post)

We walk across the street to Axxxx bar. Met up with HB 3apples and the rest of the bridal shower party (her brother is getting married, party was for her sister in law). She was like 3 1/2 apples with her heels. The 8 girls at this party were ok. There were three that I thought were very good looking. Two blondes and a black haired girl with a lazy eye (her only flaw - I was actually imagining role play with her as a pirate). Regardless, I couldn't game any of them because I was 'with' HB 3apples. I was glad Andy was here because I had another dude to talk to. Soon as we got there we all went out to Lxxxxx near Rittenhouse.

Waited in line. Told some jokes... A guy is at a bar drinking shot after shot. Bartender says, "Hey, you celebrating something?" Guy says, "Yeah, my first blowjob ever!" Bartender says, "In that case, this one's on me." Guy says, "I appreciate the offer, but if six shots don't get the taste outta my mouth, nothing will."

Got to the door guy and I paid for myself. Caught some girls eye and she smiled at me. She walks away and turns back and looks at me again and smiles. Then HB 3apples hits me and says, "You didn't pay for me?!" Ugh. Drama? Really? She was trying to give me shit but I said, "I didn't realize this was a 'date'." And, "I can't believe you're going to ruin our friendship over this."

She came back with, "What, you don't think I can pick up any guy in this bar?" Holy shit, this girl just dropped like 4 fuckin' points. First of all, I wasn't really into her, but I did really want to bang her. How could she think that I would put up with that kind of behavior?

So I ditched her for a bit and hung out with Andy. I came back later and she was much more sane.

One of the more attractive girls there was surrounded by guys and Andy rolls up to her and says, "You're not as hot as you think you are." and walks away. He comes over to me while I'm with 3apples and tells me what he did. As he's telling me this, over his shoulder I see the chick storming over to us yelling something. My drama-sense was tingling so I ditched the whole situation. Yeah, I admit it, I ran. But who needs that shit. 3apples was giving HB Nothot the validation she needed and completely blew out Andy. Could I have saved that one? No. Do I feel bad that I left Andy in the claws of the harpies? No. He was shooting out of his league right now (9/10 guys would consider her a high 9) and... you reap what you sow.

I think he did some things very right, however. First of all, he's willing to move out of his comfort zone and try new stuff. That's the only way to learn. He tried a gambit that was too far above his ability, but that's normal in the beginning. And from what he said, he's very new to cold approaching so of course he's going to be pushing the limits.

After this I opened a 4set to kinda show Andy the ropes. It hooked easily and we were in for a good 5-10 minutes. Andy was talking to a black haired girl and I was chatting up the other 3. I asked Andy, "If you wanted to get one of their numbers, who would it be?" He said 'the blonde'. So I said, "Go talk to her". He made a B-line for the other side of the set while I played interference with the black haired chick that was hanging on him. It went well and he got the number.

AMOG outside.
At 2am we left and got a smoke outside the bar. Lotta people around. While 3apples and I smoked and talked to Andy, two guys rolled up (gray overcoat and khaki overcoat) and started talking to 3apples, never acknowledging Andy or me. I waited a bit, giving them time to correct their faux pas. They still ignored us. The khaki overcoat bums a smoke from 3apples and doesn't have a light. I said, "I got it", and stood in front of him, invading his space and blocking him from 3apples. I light his cigarette with a match. He says thanks and introduces himself by shaking hands. I shake his hand firmly but don't let go. He doesn't let go. It was a standoff. He says, "That's a nice coat." I said, in an aristocratic tone, "Best half a grand you can spend is on leather." A second later he let go first. Then I backed out of his space, chatted a minute (he asked for my business card) and then met up with 3apples, who previously rolled off.

It's after 2 now. The bridal party still wants to party so they go to the after hours club next door. I hang outside with 3apples and Andy for about 20 minutes. Some drunken Sean Penn lookalike tried to get into the club by showing his credit card, then stumbled into the street. Andy makes a joke about giving me and 3apples some space so we can bang on the sidewalk and 3apples said to me, "I'm not that kinda girl. You have to take me to a nice restaurant and buy me stuff before I do that... or maybe not."

Andy heads home and I make out with 3apples for a bit. She said, "I was so mad at you earlier, but I don't know why I'm not now." Then we went into the club. The club, or should I say 'Chode Hut', was ridiculous. The dancefloor was small with the bridal party in the middle and guys against the wall. Every once in a while the guys would move in on the girls and try 'bump and grind' game. Pitiful. The girls blew them all off and we rolled after a minute.

Conclusion:
HB 3apples has logistics issues that I don't feel like overcoming and her entitlement complex is really annoying. We had nowhere to go to be alone, so she went home with her cousins and I went home alone. Sunday she texted twice and called four times. I deleted her number.

Picture/Number Close

2011-01-13T10:05:00.000-08:00

Gambits are modified as we use them.

One of my favorite gambits is taking a picture of me and a girl with my phone and then sending it to her phone via text msg as a way to get her number. I like this for two reasons. One, I get her number. Two, I remember what she looks like. Now, it's a little transparent, and I've been called out on it, but I'm not sure if that's entirely a bad thing. My intentions are pretty obvious anyway and I've ALWAYS gotten the number. If I've spent enough time chatting with a girl that she feels comfortable with me taking a picture of her, then it's usually a good bet that a number close will be in the cards. And getting called out on it is a shit test, that if passed, will give you more value.

HER: You only did that to get my number.
ME: Hang around, I'll show you some more moves.

That works well, but I think it may be better to lead the girl to think that the picture text is her idea. So next time after I take the picture I'll say, "Too bad it's not a polaroid or I could give you a copy." Which should prompt her to say, "Well you could text it to me."

I think it'll work better because it'll bypass her critical mind. Since it was her idea, as she thinks about it later, she'll rationalize to herself that she gave her number to me because she liked me, whereas in the previous method, she would come away from the interaction rightfully thinking I tricked her.

I'll see how this works in field. I may have to try a couple different ways.

New Years Resolutions

2011-01-10T13:50:00.000-08:00

I was at a friend's for New Years and my current girl was nagging me about making a New Year's resolution. I told her, "OK, I resolve to fuck you more." She smiled devilishly.

So far I'm doing pretty good on my resolution. I haven't had much of a problem with motivation.

Pretty in Pink: Duckie Revisited

2011-01-07T16:45:00.000-08:00

Betas. Alphas.
The whole dichotomy can be summed up with one movie:
Pretty in Pink.

Where in this movie, the loser Beta, Duckie, is a lesser character juxtaposed with the Alpha (Blane) to emphasize the Alpha's qualities, newer movies (anything with Michael Cera or Jonah Hill for example) are featuring the Betas in lead roles and glamorizing limerance and one-itis. This turn of events is disgusting.

What they are doing is telling impressionable young males that it is not only acceptable to behave like twerps, but that it is what they are supposed to do. Fuck that.

To illustrate how wrong it is to idolize weakness, I present new evidence:

An esteemed publication, Entertainment Weekly, printed a 20th anniversary DOUBLE ISSUE, #1125/1126 - Oct. 22/29, 2010, featuring "Classic Casts Reunited!" Featured were 'Back to the Future' stars, 'Married... with Children', and 'Pretty in Pink'.

On page 57, the 'Pretty in Pink' actors, Jon Cryer (Duckie), Molly Ringwald, and Annie Potts, were interviewed and asked this question:

"Where do you think your characters ended up?"

Molly Ringwald: "I'm sure that Duckie came out by now."
John Cryer: "Yes. He's in Gay Pride. He's the guy with no shirt and the suspenders. That's him. I never quite saw him that way, but perhaps that's because I'm married now."

It's not just fiction anymore. Molly Ringwald saw the dweeb who was IN LOVE with her character as GAY. So let me extrapolate from here. Women are going to see males like Duckie, ie, the lovable loser, as soooo feminine that they are not even considered as candidates for entry to vag-land. They take themselves off the market by being too sensitive and too vulnerable. Those are feminine qualities. Ever see a guy and immediately think he's gay, but then find out he's got a crush (one-itis) on a girl? What they're doing is projecting female body language and mannerisms. Of course they're not gay (probably) and Duckie isn't gay. But my point is that if you are acting like a twerp, a woman will not be enamored by it and magically choose to swoon.

She will reminisce 25 fucking years later on LJBF-ing you and justify it to themselves because you were 'gay'.

Yet another example of a female's intrinsic ability to backwards rationalize her behavior. Even when it's FICTION. Does Molly really think Duckie was gay? The guy was PINING for her and she knew it, but her identity is that of a 'nice' person, and mixing fantasy with reality, as is all too common with actors, the rules of cognitive dissonance dictate that she cannot hold conflicting ideas simultaneously. The idea of herself being 'nice' and the idea of her character selfishly stringing along Duckie are like oil and water. Something's gotta give. Using confirmation bias, she abandons past facts to form a memory of Duckie that would retain her self-identity, instead of separating Movie Molly from Real Molly. If Duckie is gay, then she did nothing wrong and everything is neat and tidy in her head.

Now let's psychoanalyze John Cryer. Still a douche and STILL playing the part of Beta to the Alpha (Charlie Sheen in 'Two and a Half Men', or 'One Man, a Douche, and a Minor'). He's agreeing with Molly Ringwald (just like a suck up, 'maybe she'll like me if we have the same opinion') even though he's basically making fun of himself.

Hollywood casts actors for roles they would naturally fit. That means he's really just playing HIMSELF in 'Pretty in Pink' as well as 'Two and a Half Men'. As an example, and only using males for this, watch a late night talk show where they interview an actor. They act exactly as you would expect them to (Adam Sandler, Daniel Craig, Zach Braff, Matthew McConaughey, Russell Brand, Nick Nolte, Gilbert Gottfried).

The fact that he's Negging himself puts him in the realm of self-deprecation to try to manipulate a woman into liking him. First of all, an Alpha would NOT care what she thought because she's old and ugly, and second, an Alpha would not say anything bad about himself because he would have self-respect and, if anything, he'd be COCKY.

Does John Cryer think there's anything wrong with the way Duckie behaves? I don't think so. After he agrees that he's gay, he backpedals with, 'I never quite saw him that way', and then he mentions his marriage in a national publication so everyone knows he's straight. The sentence doesn't even make sense. This tells me that he had an agenda to mention his marriage in the interview. It was on his mind the whole time and he vomitted it out as a non sequitur at the first chance he got.

I just really don't like this guy. If I had the choice of meeting either John Cryer or getting punched in the face by Charlie Sheen. I'd choose the Sheen punch.

Summary:
Beta-izing yourself creates obstacles to getting laid.
Ducky was beta and did not get the girl.
The EW article features REAL people's opinions and said opinions paint the 'lovable loser' character as sexually unattractive to females.
Movies where the 'lovable loser' gets the girl are 100% BULLSHIT.
I'm going to go watch Bond.

Disney's Beauty And The Beast - An Interpretation

2010-12-29T07:03:00.000-08:00

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.

Summary:
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

BEAST FTW!

Orlando Lay Report Conclusion

2010-12-26T13:36:00.000-08:00

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.

Text Game for Orlando: HBTally

2010-12-23T12:21:00.000-08:00

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.
K

We're here.
At back bar.

(continues into previous post at Blue Martini)

Not important. Seriously. Don't read this.

2010-12-22T14:42:00.000-08:00

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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Orlando Day 2 F-close Lay Report LR

2010-12-20T08:00:00.000-08:00

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.

TO BE CONTINUED...
Next Post: Hotel, Airport, and Text Game.

'Wisdom' of Orianthi

2010-12-09T13:57:00.000-08:00

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.)

Interpretation:
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.

Epilogue:
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

2010-12-09T11:40:00.000-08:00

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.

AFTER ACTION REVIEW:
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.

Raz' Parking Lot Game + Texts

2010-12-01T10:56:00.000-08:00

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.

TEXT GAME:
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. http://www.venusianarts.com/forum/showthread.php?t=10
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.

Gaming In line for a Concert.

2010-11-28T23:26:00.000-08:00

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?

Why I use Speed Seduction

2010-11-26T13:45:00.001-08:00

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.

2010-11-26T13:27:00.000-08:00

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?

2010-11-26T11:00:00.000-08:00

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.

Orlando Trip: Success

2010-11-24T14:56:00.000-08:00

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.

My Night Game

2010-10-24T19:53:00.000-07:00

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.

My Default SS Patterns

2010-10-15T10:06:00.001-07:00

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!

Skateboarding
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 me...it’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 …”

Art
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.

Long Text Game and LR

2010-10-14T08:06:00.000-07:00

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

Congratulations!
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.
xoxo
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...
xoxo
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.
xoxo
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 :)..il try also..
i jst don't usually get it..i usually jst smoke wit sumone

:p......what do you want from me......lol
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 late..im 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
sweety..xoxox..

What time u b back?
dont no...im at a friend of a friends.. so im just here until she is ready 2
leave..were at a cookout. so it may be late..like 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 :)

---- last text ----

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

Sidewalk Pickup at Night

2010-10-13T15:11:00.000-07:00

Razael, Me and 'New Wing' are hangin' outside a bar downtown with a woman friend and her just friend. We're talking to everyone and meeting all kinds of new people. We're taking up the entire area and this three set try to get by and bump into Raz.

Raz: "5 bucks, ladies."
(Yeah I know we use this routine a lot. We'll stop when it stops working.)

Taken aback, the Alpha HB8 stops and talks to Raz. The other two girls are a 5 and a 6 and beta. Raz pulls the Alpha away and goes into the disney princess routine. Qualification in 30 seconds. Playing the good wing, I swoop in and game the closest one - the 5 and 'New Wing' walks around and games the 6. It was so perfect it must have looked choreographed. I imagined it looking like a US Football strategy with circles and arrows on a whiteboard (I'm not into sports so give a guy a break on the analogy.) They never knew what hit them. Few more seconds I'm assessing the interactions with each of us and Alpha HB8 has just jumped onto Raz and wrapped her legs around him.

***This is a testament to Game. These girls were on their way across the street to go dancing and were walking fast because they were cold. As a group we stopped them and chatted them up for an easy 10 minutes before we split ways. (we met up with them later)

I immediately locked in with the 5 and have qualified with her. She's definitely a tough nut and I didn't realize until later why... she kept asking me if I was drinking and was hesitant to give me her number... why?

I had to go back to a Cajun video (or rather his explanation of it) from Keys to the VIP when he had too much value and she wasn't convinced that he could really like her. That was it. She thought I was out of her league. It sounds like I'm tooting my own horn, but the reality is that my game is for hotter chicks and she was low... a 5. I don't know how to pull 5's. It took me a half hour to realize what was going on, but now it explains some other interactions. All I had to do was occupy her for Raz to game the Alpha, and that I did accomplish. Later that night I got a text from her asking Me and 'New Wing' to meet her and the 6 at her place.

Raz got a number from the Alpha. He decided to not pursue an SNL and he'd contact her for a day 2. I told him to go for it, because she was the kind of girl to get tons of numbers and his call will mean jack shit. He didn't listen. As the three set were getting a cab, I saw Alpha HB8 checking out Raz. She hasn't returned his texts yet.

Overdue

2010-10-13T12:04:00.000-07:00

Holy shit, I haven't posted anything in a while. I gotta update this here with my activities. Lotta new stuff. Incorporating SS with my MM. New wings and new girls. New venues and new adventures.

Called out.

2010-09-08T08:21:00.000-07:00

"You read the book."

I was gaming this chick outside a bar and this guy next to me starts saying, "You read the book! You read the book!" He said that he knew what I was doing and could see it immediately. We were talking 'code' in front of the girl and she had no idea what we were talking about.

She legitimately had a boyfriend (a 'nice guy'). I told her she needs an Asshole BF but she said she only dates 'nice guys'. I said that's why she goes through so many. She loved that line. It felt like she would've been a lot of work so I let her go.

The guy was actually cool and we ended up talking about PUA for a little while. I ditched him in favor of gaming some girls I knew inside another bar. On the way out, I ran into him chatting up this tall blonde. The blonde was with a really cute brunette who was texting someone. I rolled up and said, "Hey man. How ya doin'? Are you going to introduce me to your friends?" I fluff talked a bit with the group and then isolated the brunette. He later told me he appreciated the winging. I did too, cuz the brunette was cuter than the blonde.

Bring the movies.

2010-08-05T14:33:00.000-07:00

I just read Roissy's blog about the 'Alpha' that 2 women fought over. One of the women texted 'Alpha' a long text. 'Alpha' ignored what she said and texted 'Bring the movies'.

I've got a ton of numbers in my phone that I let dry up for whatever reason. I am now sending texts to all of them saying 'Bring the movies'... just to see what happens :)

** Update **

Got a couple hits but nothing stuck.
The original scenario was a verbose female wanting Alpha love and the Alpha withholding love. My scenario was out of context and kinda like 'WTF'? So no surprises.

Phantom Call Gambit

2010-07-20T10:33:00.000-07:00

A girl I had in my phone called me on accident the other day.
I sent her a text that said, "I missed your call, what's up?"
HER: "Sorry, my phone phantom calls people sometimes."
ME: "You don't have to make up excuses to talk to me. I may have ridiculously high standards, but I'm still approachable."

A bit more banter, and met up at a bar. Introduced her and her friends to my wing, but we ended up opening a hotter set and kinda ignored the first one.

So what I've taken from this is:
1. She may have legitimately "phantom" called me. or...
2. It was a form of game.
3. I tested it (as game) on another target... and it works.

Was at a loud club, at 1am I called Txxx and just let it ring without saying anything. The call connected right away, so I know she answered. It stayed connected for about 9 seconds and then she hung up. TWO minutes later I got a text that said, "Where are you?"

So as not to seem eager, a couple days later I replied, "Was out. Sorry, my phone phantom dials sometimes." (If I gave her anymore info I think it would have seemed tryhard.)

I saw her out the next day and she immediately started asking me where I was. I'm going to be using this one again.

New Kino Gambit

2010-07-19T15:09:00.001-07:00

My Wing opened a set and I joined up. He pretty much handed me off to the hottest of the two, who immediately says she's a model.

ME: "What like a hand model?" (yes, straight mystery method. No need to reinvent)
HER: (shocked look) "Is that because I talk with my hands?"

(I came up with this on the fly, because it's actually true)

ME: "Exactly. My grandmother talks with her hands so much, she says that if someone held her hands, she wouldn't be able to talk. Here, lets try it."
(I grab her hands a la Mystery's 'compliance test')
ME: "Ok, now tell me about England (where she's from)"
HER: "Ummm... It's nice there... Ummm... The weather.."
ME: "See, that's what I thought."

I know this didn't accomplish the same thing as the 'compliance test', but it was a great way to incorporate more kino. From there, I escorted her around the club arm in arm...

DHV'ing my Brother to his Date.

2010-07-16T14:50:00.000-07:00

I was out with my younger brother the other night.
On his own, he chats up HB-Librarian (a friend of a friend) and they're hitting it off. She's giving a lot of IOI's.

I talk to our mutual friend about HB-Lib and find out:
1. She's really into classical music.
2. She writes poetry.
3. She's actually a really nice girl. Perfect for my naieve brother.

Later on I roll up to them. When I got there I immediatly started talking to my bro's new friend. The girl I'm with (HB X) follows shortly after and talks to my bro. So, we basically interrupt their convo and separate the two and have separate convos right next to each other.

ME: "So you're a librarian?"
HER: "Yeah, it's exciting."
ME: "Do you have a degree in librarianism?"
HER: "No, it's BLAH BLAH"
ME: (I cut her off) "That's cool. I never finished for my degree, but my brother has a degree in Music theory. He writes Symphonies."
HER: "No WAY! (Addressing my brother) You never told me that!"
My brother has a confused look, so I wink at him.
ME: "Yeah, he's really creative. He even does some writing. Hey bro, what's that stuff you're working on right now. Is it short stories or POETRY?"

So her jaw is to the floor and if he had any game at all he woulda been laid that night, but at least he number closed and the girl wants to drive an hour to hang out with him. They hung out the rest of the night and hugged goodbye.

Wing's Manager Game

2010-07-16T12:04:00.000-07:00

Just introduced Razael to "Manager Game"
He took to it very quickly and now is his default opener.

"Are you guys having fun tonight?"

He opens very easily with this even if he's out by himself. I will be trying to ease him into some bolder openers, but this is excellent for getting him some social experience.

Hardcore Shit Test - FAIL

2010-07-16T11:10:00.001-07:00

Out last night to see a friend's band play. Hanging out with two buddies, a beta and a lesser beta.

I've used my David DeAngelo approved Cocky/Funny, "5 bucks, this ain't free", when girls bump into me so many times that I've lost count. ALWAYS goes well, except for last night.

Last night I used it on an HB6. Clearly joking and smiling. It went ok at first, but I'm not sure if the rest was my fault or hers.

She was kidding in the begining. Slightly confused, as if she didn't understand the context of what I was saying. So I added the usual, "this is for display purposes only". She taps me several times in a row, in what I thought was playful. And I say, "just give me your card and we'll run a tab"

She: "What's your name?"
ME: (Gave my real name)
She: "is that your real name or your fake name?"
ME: Real

I hold out my hand as if to shake hers. She looks at it and keeps talking and doesn't shake my hand. So I left my hand out in front of her, just hanging in the air. Eventually she got uncomfortable and shook my hand. (I read about people that won't shake your hand and what to do. I've been wanting to try that out. It worked.)

Then she says, "you are so cocky", while smiling and looking me up and down (sizing me up). Then she SNAPS and says, with an attitude, "What makes you think you're so special. Why do you think you can be so cocky. You're not that good looking. I bet you don't even make that much money."

ME: "Wow, right into the money thing. (to my beta buddies) See, I told you. Some chicks only want to know how much money you make.

SHE: (more bitch banter)
ME: (to my beta buddies) Are you taking notes?

SHE: So why are you cocky? What makes you think YOU can be cocky?

On and on. Her mouth doesn't stop running.
At this point my mind was stalling because of the complete 180 degree shift in her personality. I was stunned and half speechless because she became so antogonistic so quickly. And she wouldn't let up. I was so taken aback by her attack. I kept trying to blow off her question and finally said something like, "I'm allowed to be cocky." I know, weak.

I accept that this one won't be turned around and I'm done with her attitude, so I said, "It was nice to meet you. Have a good night." I put my hand out. She shook it right away and sauntered off. So I was able to salvage a modicum of value by ending the set first. Also, because I was relaxed, leaning on the bar the whole time (yes, my Cajun impression) it looked like she was gaming me. She was actually leaning in and pecking to talk to me.

Now the whole time, my beta buddies were right next to me, doing all their creepy beta stuff, like staring at us and not talking to each other. Lesser beta had a creepy grin/smirk the whole time. So this was probably a contributing factor. When she was sizing me up, was she weighing them against me?

So I've run this scenario through my head several times and slept on it. I've figured out a few things I could have done better.
1. Roll with cooler guys, or alone.
2. Don't take shit.
SHE: "you're not even that attractive"
ME: "strike one - I thought you had a sense of humor... strike two - you insulted me... It was good meeting you. Have a good night."
SHE: "what about strike three"
ME: "If I give you another chance, will you behave?"
3. My goal is to have fun. So if someone is trying to ruin my night. NEXT! Which is what I did. (It didn't ruin my night. On the contrary, I had an AMAZING night. Will post later.)
4. I'm sure I'll run into this in the future and I need to have responses. ONE DEFAULT THING TO DO IN ANY SITUATION.
5. I need more time in the field.

Things I think I did right.
1. Opened without anxiety.
2. Decent banter.
3. Won the handshake standoff.
4. Excellent body language.
5. Ended bad interaction positively and first.
6. Didn't take it personally and learned from it.

Funnest girl so far.

2010-07-14T20:25:00.000-07:00

I was at a dive bar a while back seeing a band I know. My little bro went with me. He knows I'm into game and of anyone he needs it, so I thought I'd show him what it can do. We're sitting against the bar talking and I see this girl who looks out of place. It's a punk/rocker bar (everyone's wearing black) and she's wearing bright red. I knew right away she was mine. The girl was insecure and out of her element so I knew if I talked to her she'd be receptive.

She's just standing by herself, looked like she was waiting for someone.
Using Cajun body language, leaning against the bar, I look at her, catch her eye and say, "What, are you lost?"
She says something.
I say, "I can't hear you. Come over here."
She walks over and we talk for a while, totally hit it off. Find out she's here on a date and the guy brought her to show off to his friends. (A week later I find out that every time he sees her, he mentions me. Ha!) That backfired on him because she spent the next hour chatting me up and his friends thought he was a tool. (I've dubbed this 'Chump Game'... Anytime I swoop a girl from a beta.)
At this point my brother is just baffled at what I'm doing.
She asks for my number and I say, "Just give me yours."
I had to take my bro home, so I bounced.

This number turned into some of my best texting ever (which I'll post), which turned into a full close and a regular sunday thing.

Amen to game.

Next!

2010-07-14T20:24:00.000-07:00

I done w/ PHLFAN... she's so effin' weird.
Can't, possibly DON'T, want to describe it.

Wing and I use same lines at same time!

2010-06-22T11:16:00.001-07:00

Razael and I were talking while walking down a street in Philly and I saw a 2set smoking outside a bar. As soon as I saw them (the blonde caught my eye) I stopped him and we were talking right in front of them.

I turn around as if just noticing them and use my standard opener on the cute blonde, "You guys seem cool, are you friendly?"
(love this line)

Other girl immediately says, "we're awesome. are you?" .. "of course"
[boom! in set]

If anyone saw us they would have thought we were pros. Razael moves to the far left and chats with the brunette and I move to the far right to chat up the blonde. Divide and conquer. In the middle of my convo w/ blonde I hear Razael using the same lines/routines. Trying to think fast, before the girls could put it together, I said, "Are you talking about the Otter trainers we met? I was telling blonde here about them. Weren't they cool?"

CYA - Cover your ass.

Next time we're gonna have to talk about who says what in set. Had a good time, number closed. They invited us to hang out with them longer, but I said no because it was after last call and I thought it may have been awkward. Thinking back, maybe we should have because the numbers were duds. More rapport would have helped.

Update PHLFAN HB8 WTF?

2010-06-22T10:57:00.000-07:00

I thought I was done with her, but PHLFAN is back. As I said, I think she's crazy.

<<< Text Game lead up >>>
Hey cutie, I'm really busy this week, but I'll be in the city friday night. You gonna be around?
... Possibly. Might have to work

<<<< few days later >>>>
Tonight... Working or playing?
... no plans

I'm going to MCxxx w/ my buddy Razael. He knows someone there, so no cover/free drinks/big fun. You wanna tag along?
... Which MCxxx 3rd?

Think so

You fall asleep?
... Nah, were coming, what time?

Bout 40 min
... What name for no cover?

<<<< she called. we were running late. gave her name so they could get in
<<<< show up, PHLFAN and her girlfriend are being boring.
<<<< Razael and i left her there w/ her gf

Didn't go to old ciey, met frienss in rirtenhous... Ur frend ditch yu?
<<< misspellings were on purpose to act like I wasn't worried about what she
<<< thought, but now I think it may have been interpreted like I was drunk.

Sorta. Im at Pxxxx w/ different GF

U want to meet up latr?
... Nah, not like that

Ha. K, have a good night... C u some other time.

<<< next day >>>

... Hey, wanna go to the phils game today?

I would but im in nyc right now

Game wasnt on tv up here. Howd it go?
... Extra innings. Real exciting, but ended with a loss

Approach Anxiety is gone!

2010-06-21T13:43:00.000-07:00

I read a great bit about approach anxiety. Thanks to Bhodisatta who posted a link to the article on Love Systems site. Here is the LINK.

Fri night Razael and I went to sarge a new place.
We get there and aren't talking to anyone... I just read the article and reminded him that the longer we are only talking to ourselves the harder it will be to open and be in set. So we committed to open the first set we saw.

We go inside. I go to the bathroom and Razael goes to buy a beer. When I come back to the bar, he's still waiting for his drink and not talking to anyone. There's a 2set right next to him! I roll up right next to him and the 2set and open them with, "You guys seem cool. Are you friendly?" (This is my default opener now.)

BOOM! We're in. First thing they say is they're paying their tab to leave. 2 hours later they're still there and talking to us. While we're chatting them up, Razael goes to get a beer and subsequently opens another set. I had opened another set behind me while in set with the first ones.

The social proof from the first set carried cumulatively to the next, and our state improved as well.

We became the guys in the bar that everyone wanted to talk to. I caught women checking us out from across the bar. We were friendly with everyone and mingling. It's like the first set was the first few drops of a thunderstorm.

We left the bar and I opened another set on the street and they invited us to join them inside another bar.

This has been a huge revelation and a turning point in my game.
It's something that seems self-explanatory and pretty obvious, especially to someone who's been doing this awhile, but now that I saw it first hand in the field, it puts a new perspective on it.

How do you kill approach anxiety? OPEN!

PHLFAN Day 2 notes

2010-06-21T13:31:00.000-07:00

What did I learn?
1. I didn't get laid, but I didn't have to. As far as I've come I have no regrets about what didn't happen because I know it can only get better. I was able to have this great adventure and it's all due to the last couple years of learning game.
2. PHLFAN may actually be crazy. I know all women are irrational and therefore crazy, but she could be legitimately wacko.
3. I don't think I'll ever pay to get into an after hours club. It was open for 2hours tops and would've cost $20 cover. Drinks were $10. Plus, if I haven't at least #closed a couple sets by 2am... then I need to give up.
4. Beautiful women are common. Just because she's beautiful doesn't mean she's quality. PHLFAN was a BAD kisser and actually said some racist shit. I think I'm done with her.
5. She's probably done with me anyway. The VinDicarlo escalation ladder specifically states that if you start the escalation ramp to sex and don't finish it, she will probably flake and not want to talk to you again. That's exactly what I did.
6. I need to learn more about the Phillies. A LOT of people in Philly are into them and it makes for easy fluff talk. Also, if I don't know anything about the home team, I look like an idiot.

Update to Phlfan HB8

2010-06-16T14:51:00.000-07:00

UPDATE to PHLFAN HB8... DAY 2.

<<< Text Game lead up: >>>
ME:
Out tonight? <<< this is exactly how she texted me before >>>
HB8-PHLFAN:
Shot girl at Pxxxx
Look for the girl who looks like a whore
ME:
Any cover?
HB8-PHLFAN:
It's hip hop and r&b
Yeah thurs are big for us, I can let you in tho
ME:
Would I be "out of place"?
HB8-PHLFAN:
Depends how comfy you are with yourself
I love the music on thurs
If ur in the area stop in, but u might not make it your destination
Plus side, I look like a whore
ME:
Are you wearing your 'tip top'?
HB8-PHLFAN:
And leather boots mini skirt
ME:
I'm on my way to hang out w/ my bro. Swingin by Pxxxx on the way... C u in a bit
HB8-PHLFAN:
It's slow
Might let me leave

<<< Meet up >>>
Rolled into Pxxxx. They carded me and wanted a cover. I said, "I'm here to see PHLFAN."
They let me right in. Walk upstairs, she sees me and has a BIG smile. It really is slow tonight, like 5 people. There was a final basketball game and apparently the crowd that would have been there that night is also into basketball. She's been there 4 hours as a shotgirl and has made 4 dollars.
I say, "let's get outta here"
She says she has to stay for a little while. So I get a couple free beers, chill, talk to the bartender. He says, "you look just like that guy from the Hangover!"
PHLFAN and I go to the back room and are talking/flirting a bit, she's kinoing me. Really making a bunch of obvious incidental kino (vin dicarlo ladder), so I ramp it up a little. I was taking it a lot slower than normal. Not sure why... just got that vibe. Ended up paying off later. Most guys would've had their hands all over her, but I just played it cool, did my Cajun impersonation, and did incidental kino.
She gathered her things, protested that she wasn't dressed appropriately to go anywhere. I told her, "yeah, you better cover up. No one wants to see that."
So we go outside, and the owner of Pxxxx is there with his girlfriend, who is PHLFAN's best friend and roommate. We hang for a few minutes and I said let's roll.
I took her to a bar around the corner, NxMx. A place I frequent with my wing.
I brought her there specifically to DHV to her and simultaneously DHV to the bartender at NxMx. Worked brilliantly. Soon as NxMx Bartender saw me with PHLFAN I could see the look in her eyes. I chat NxMx Bartender up in front of PHLFAN and we leave after a single beer. It's almost 2am now and PHLFAN wants to go to an after hours club.
We walk back to Pxxxx and meet up with the owner and his girl. A short walk to their car and we drive to Zxxxx After Hours Club.
Soon as we roll up I hear, "It's the guys from Pxxxx. Let them in." That felt great.

I remember somewhere reading that women want a man to be like a rock. Where they can go do their thing and come back to him. There were other implications to this, probably the fact that the guy isn't needy and hanging all over them. They want a guy that isn't always in their business and will give them a longer leash. I saw it in action first hand that night.
I didn't know anyone there except PHLFAN. Sure I rolled with the other club owner and made small talk with him and his girl, but I was pretty much by myself. Most guys I think would have been hanging onto the girl as if she were the rock. I let her do her own thing. She didn't have to worry about what I was doing. I did swoop in a couple times to save her from the wolves, but only after her body language said she was annoyed. I wasn't worried because I knew she was coming back to me. Let her have her ego boost.

This one AFC Millionaire was pecking and pulling on her sayin' crap like, "hey baby". She blows him off and walks to me and makes a show of kinoing me in front of him. I put my arm around her and we turn our backs on him. If only that was the end of it.

Later on I'm leaning on the bar with PHLFAN snuggled up to me and here comes AFC Millionaire again, pecking and pulling on her. She tries to blow him off again. After he doesn't get her message I catch his eye and shake me head. I didn't say a word, just used my body language to tell him to shove off. He actually pouts! and says, "Yeah well I don't need to be hanging all over a girl like that 'cuz I'm a millionaire." as he points to me like I'm the chump. Ha. I said, "You're a millionaire? Congratulations!" And I shook his hand condescendingly and said, "See ya later." His expression was classic defeat.

Throughout the night PHLFAN and her girlfriend were going to the bathroom every ten minutes. I didn't see any evidence of it, but I think they were doing coke or something.
I chatted up a few random people so I wasn't bored, plus it made me look more friendly. I had already framed myself as a person that talks to everyone, so I felt some pressure to be that guy.
The owner of Pxxxx was apparently an AFC who didn't know what to do with his status as 'club owner'. He was dressed very smartly in a suit and expensive shoes. He tells me I need to buy PHLFAN flowers because women love that stuff. HA!

Right after he said that a girl bumps into me and I'm off...
"Five bucks, lady! This ain't free."
She stuttered something about being her being cheap and it came out wrong. Made fun of her for it. In 20 seconds I was in with her and her girlfriend while their two guys look on with their mouths open. I was trying to make a point to the smartly dressed guy I came with, but I think it was in vain. I was also setting up a jealousy plot line so that when PHLFAN came back from the bathroom she'd see me talking to the girls.

After PHLFAN came back I was leaning on the bar and she came up to me and kissed me.
Uggh! She was the WORST kisser. She rammed her huge tongue in my mouth like she was feeding me a steak whole. I know.. it wasn't so bad I wouldn't keep kissing her, but it was definitely cringe worthy. I got through it by imagining how that tongue would feel on my dick.

End of the night, they're kicking people out. Pxxxx owner and his girl are arguing and PHLFAN and I wait for them outside. Everyone's wasted but me. Yes, the aspiring PUA does in fact know that he needs his wits about him and specifically prevents himself from being tipsy. I will usually only have a single drink per hour.
Because of this, I'm the one who drives their car back to Pxxxx.

We get back and they want to drink more... it's 4:30 am! I'm done. I want to go to bed. PHLFAN and I leave the drunk couple at Pxxxx and I walk her back to her car.
We make out a bit in the street and then when we get to her car she leans on it and pulls me closer. I'm grinding her and kissing her and she's acting like she wants to fuck right there on her car in the middle of the street.
I'm thinking, "I don't want to fuck her in the open. That's a little weird for me."
So I want to get her in the car to continue.
I said... "can you give me a ride to my car?"
We get in and she's lost the vibe... fuck.
In retrospect, maybe I should've just fucked her in the street. Woulda been a better story.
The night ends with her driving me back to my car. We kiss goodbye.
I get out and go home.

Wing kinda upset me...

2010-06-11T10:27:00.000-07:00

I #closed a bartender when she wasn't working a few weeks ago. Really nice outgoing person. We texted back and forth and she told me to come to her bar for free drinks. Razael and I went to the bar and were hanging out, talking to her. I was doing my best Cajun impression while he was doing his thing. Unfortunately his thing involved negging me twice in front of her and #closing her in front of me. WTF?

Razael's state was boisterous, loud, and kinda obnoxious. Cajun, who I was trying to channel is laid back and just 'cool'. I felt like my wing was AMOGing me. But I didn't react, I just stayed cool. I felt like if I reacted in any way it would lower my status.

We rolled off and went to another bar. On the way I told him I was a bit upset and he got really defensive. REALLY defensive. I changed the subject and let it go. Later we were opened by a cute Asian girl who wanted a cigarette.
"Can I bum a smoke?"
"No, but we can trade. A cigarette... for stimulating conversation."

Banter banter, yada yada, #close.
Whole time I'm lookin at Razael and he's not looking good. He was wasted. He was fully taking advantage of the free drinks at the bar earlier and must have put down 3 for my every 1.
We roll off and get pizza by the slice down the street.

He's an intelligent guy and after thinking about it for a while he realized why I was upset earlier. So... being drunk is a shitty excuse, but it probably won't happen again.

Off night, but learned a lot.

2010-06-11T09:37:00.000-07:00

Yeah, it was an off night. I was out of state, not feelin' good.
Was with my buddy/wing, Razael.

We were opened several times but got blown out for various reasons.
I opened a two set outside a bar. They were sitting smoking in the only chairs there. A stack of chairs was right behind them.
I said something about sitting down and they said, "grab a chair, but the door guy said to put it back when you're done."
So I said, jokingly, "You're not gonna put it back for us?"
I was even smiling.
She blew up and said, "What are we, your servants?"
"Just for tonight. I don't know you well enough for you to be full time."
Blah blah, banter banter. The one girl is smiling, obviously getting that it's a joke, and even having fun, but the Bitch Shield on the other is ridiculous.
My frame at this point is that I'm sitting here smoking and enjoying the company of my buddy and that I'm cooler than her, which I was. As they get up and leave the BitchShield snydly says, "You're smart."
"Thank you." I interpret everything positively.
"I didn't mean it like that." Gone.

I could probably have done some things better, like had a better opener. But maybe she was in a bad mood from some other drama and didn't want to be bothered. Whatever it was, it jarred my frame a bit for the night.

Inside the bar, Razael and I were walking around. We need a better strategy, because he was following me and hovering at the next set. The room was kinda sparse. Was supposed to be a hoppin night because the DJ's from Germany. A lot of guys standing with other guys. A few HB8 sets here and there. There was a 3set of HB8-Short, HB8-Blonde, and HB7 standing at the bar acting bored. I opened the 3set with, "Are you guys having fun tonight?"

Instant smiles. They were waiting for someone to talk to them. HB8-Short had her arms crossed and pouting. I imitated her exaggeratingly and she smiled, then I ignored her. Went on talking to the other two. The HB7 was into me, but I wanted the HB8-Blonde. (I love blondes. I know, how cliche ;)

Razael was having a hard time talking to the HB8-Short so he wasn't talking. While I was rambling on, something weird happened......

Razael mimed, "Did you see that?" at exactly the same time as a couple people walked by me and brushed up and bumped into me. SENSORY OVERLOAD. This was classic misdirection/distraction that I've seen in NLP. I thought he was talking about the people walking and I looked away a second. Apparently, the HB8-Blonde stood away from the bar and invited me to take her place next to the HB7. She was telling me to Lock-In! I missed it COMPLETELY due to the 'interrupt'. Right after that the set dried up and I was blown out. But I couldn't figure out why until ten minutes later when my wing told me what happened. It's a bizarre feeling when something that obvious doesn't even register on your sensory radar as even a tiny blip. It's like it didn't exist.

The event was interpretted by the 3set as low social intuition and they felt like their status was waning by talking to us. I felt the vibe disintegrate and was confused. So I said, "Nice meeting you guys." and rolled off. In my head, "WTF?"

That's why it's great to have a second pair of eyes there. I keep forgetting to lock-in. I asked my wing if he sees me not doing something, to just say it to me.
He could have even said, "Lock-In" out loud and it probably would have been fine because it wouldn't have made sense to the girls. But he thinks I know what I'm doing all the time, which I don't. I wing-it a lot. Probably not good - I need some standard routines.

I Hate AFC's! 2

2010-05-20T13:54:00.000-07:00

After the blow out and the girls got in a cab, we walk down the street and into another bar. Weird... it was packed earlier and now it's almost empty. There's an area over to the left that' got about 10 people hanging out, a few scattered at the outskirts and an HB9 2set in the very center of the bar. Both were about 21/22 and beautiful!

As soon as I saw them I knew what the plan was, but I had to get the AFC onboard. We walk past them to the bar and order drinks. I give him a brief primer on wing game. Went something like this:

"I'm going to walk over and talk to those girls. I need you to walk over in exactly one minute."

That's all I said. I didn't want him to be confused or try to improvise. So I went over to the two girls and opened the blond. The brunette is texting and ignoring her friend... which means when my AFC wing comes over he doesn't have anyone to talk to.
"You seem cool. Are you friendly?"

"I don't know."

"Well I think you are so I'm going to keep talking to you."

"What, are you psychic?"

"Of course. More importantly, do you think I should dye my hair blonde?"

I turn around and lock in by leaning on the bar. Exactly one minute in, AFC rolls
up and before he can open his dumb face, I say, "I don't know where Sue is, I
think you should look for her in the back."
Holy crap he got it! He rolls off. But the fucker comes right back and now he's
hovering right behind me. I feel my status draining and I say, "It's good
talking to you, I'm gonna get back to my buddy." We both walk away and I explain what just happened to him. He's genuinely clueless. I even spoke slowly :(
He fucked up my game by hovering and I was distracted. I never got her number and she was WAY into me.
I should have said, "Good meeting you." Turned to walk away, and then turn back and got her number in one of many ways:

1. "do you have email?"
2. "can I see your phone?" get phone, put in own number and call self "I'll call you"
3. "if only there was some way we could get ahold of each other to continue this conversation" ... she says, "I could give you my phone number!"

Talking to AFC I didn't notice them leave. Crap. No more girls in the bar, we roll on down the street.

Stripper Texts

2010-05-20T13:20:00.000-07:00

I met a stripper at a bachelor party. All body language game and paying for the bachelor and never myself. She says, "Don't YOU want a private dance?"
I say, "I can get laid anytime I want, I'm not gonna pay for it... which sucks for you 'cuz I'm the only one here with money."

She's way into me (I know. They're paid to act like that.) Way into me AFTER they have counted their money for the night. I'm smoking pot with them. And NO, I didn't just hand over the weed for their company... I said, "Twenty dollars." The other stripper she's with gives me some cash and says to her friend, "give him some money"
I love the irony in the fact that they were giving me my own money back :)

More strong body language, pulled her close and said, "Do you want to see me again?"
She says, "definitely" and grabs her phone and calls my number when I gave it to her.
I bit her neck, she giggled and we said our goodbyes.
I sent her a text an hour later:

Enjoyed meeting you tonight, looking forward to getting to know you... and biting your neck again ;) ... Sweet dreams.
-Pulsotic

<< I think I fucked up on this text! Was OK EXCEPT the biting neck thing.
<< With strippers it's important to convey that the sex is not important to you.
<< In my opinion it conveyed low status. I waited a couple days and then tried to
<< do damage control and sent a much higher status text:

I'm going to the city on Saturday to see what's 'new' at the vintage stores. You should tag along and we can get some tea. I'd like to find out if you're more than just a pretty face.
-Pulsotic

<< Credit David DeAngelo. This one has DHV's and is a challenge. Pure GOLD.
<< Guess what? She responded... two separate texts.

Stripper:
...Oh that's really cool. Yeah that would be fun. I work Saturday night but
...during the day I'm free so yeah hopefully we could hang out

...I've only been to one vintage shop before but that was in Paris, so what kind
...of stuff do they have in the ones around here?

Me:
Nothing like the Paris flea markets... 70's, 60's clothes, mod blazers, western shirts, antiques... I'm looking for clothes/jewelry... something eccentric/rock 'n roll I can use on stage... I usually know it when I see it. I'm jealous... I've always wanted to go to Paris... even learned some French... When'd you go there?

<< I fucked up again! There is so much WRONG with this text that NO amount of
<< damage control will cure. I took her DHV bait of Paris. It's as if her
<< second text was really a TEST. And I failed it.
<< I put in a DHV, but overall this text is AFC because I should NOT have answered
<< her question. I should have been coy and said:
<< "That would ruin the surprise... all the fun is in the treasure hunt ;) "
<< So of course she didn't answer and I could count on her flaking so I sent her:

Hey Tara, I got roped into helping a friend with her photoshoot tomorrow... I'll be in the city but I won't be available. Sorry... maybe next weekend
xoxo

<< Added the DHV of 'photoshoot' and hopefully my flaking wasn't transparent.
<< After the weekend I cast out a line:

Hey cutie, I'll be in the city this weekend. What's your schedule?

<< No bite... this one's blown out, but I know some things I did wrong
<< and will learn from it. And hey, this is my first real stripper game.

How I got into PUA

2010-05-20T13:01:00.000-07:00

Derren Brown.

The man, myth, and legend. I saw his SciFi channel tv show called Mind Control. Watched every episode. He is so fascinating.. I looked up everything he did, saw every show he ever made... read all his books... this lead to NLP.

I read everything by Bandler and Erikson, which lead to Ross Jeffries and his Speed Seduction... I read a review somewhere that said, "Speed Seduction is where NLP hits the ground running."

From there I found the Mystery Method and David DeAngelo. I read every newsletter, I read all the theory. I watched every seminar I could get. I've got both seasons of The Pick-Up Artist.

My thirst for knowledge has been insatiable since finding out about this "underground" community. Did I become a keyboard jockey? No... I'm out every weekend. But I did use my computer to find every scrap of information, whether it was DVD, MP3, eBook... whatever. I read, saw, listened to it all. And I can tell you... there is no end to the intricacies of social interaction. I will NEVER learn it all, but that won't stop me from trying.

The biggest thing I learned was that it was there in the first place. I was in the dark, a total AFC. The wool was lifted. It's been a few years since the Derren Brown show was on and I've changed immensely.

Using stripper game as an example:
I was a blubbering, drooling douche at a strip bar in '05.
In '07 I was cooler, but still ogling.
In '08 I was actively trying to game a stripper in NYC with patterns.
And in '10 I was at a bachelor party and number closed the 'entertainment'.
I fucked up the text game (I'll post that here soon)... but the fact that she was responding I consider a huge improvement.

If I ever criticize myself for an error in field, all I have to do is look at how far I've come. I'm almost to the top of the mountain.

Thank you, Derren Brown. If I was gay I would totally do you. Ya know what, I would anyway ;)

First night with wing. While ago.

2010-05-18T14:38:00.000-07:00

The first night out with my new wing. This was months ago, but I like the story.
We went to a popular bar in Philly. Beautiful bartenders, very friendly.
Layout of the place is open, but relatively packed. There are two sets all over the place and nobody is really moving around. There's an AFC by himself at the bar eating something. I catch a HB8 checking me out... (it's my walk that does it tonight).

Now, I'm a proponent of flash game. My interpretation is basically, be alpha, be loud, be fun, be in a great conversation with your wing. Be the center of attention. We're teasing the bartender being overall fun, and she's teasing back. All eyes in the bar are on us. It's pretty obvious who the cool kids are. At one point, I tease the bartender again and she throws a stack of napkins in the air. Nothing says social proof more than the bartender digging you. My wing and I go outside for a cigarette and talk about stuff. When we come back HB8 is sitting in my barstool talking to AFC.

HELLoooo proximity IOI!

I tease her and say that she owes me five bucks for the seat. More teasing, I Disney Princess Gambit her, she says Jasmine... Well that's her new name for the night. :)
Another thing I did.. read somewhere online about a guy who uses a couple regular keys as a pendant around his neck and gets opened with it. I like to use it as a litmus test for the game. If she says something, anything about it.. she digs me. If a guys says anything about it... he's threatened and I know where I stand in the moment.
She says, "What's the key for?"
I say, "It's the key to your heart and if you don't behave I'm gonna give it to that guy (AFC)."
She busts up laughing. What's even funnier is he heard the whole thing and she was basically laughing in his face. He thought he was the man when the HB8 was talking to him and at that point I think he realized he was used by her to get closer to me.
Poor guy :(

She says she has to go to meet some friends that are coming. I don't really care.. .the night is young. The friends roll in. Two very well dressed guys with ZERO game. They had money and not much else.
I decide they're no competition and while the HB8 is in the bathroom, I introduce myself and game them. "How do you know HB8?"
I'm in with them, back in with HB8, she decides she wants to hang out with my Wing and I and insists we go with them. She's VERY insistent. I'm skeptical, trying to remember my theory... and after a bit of deliberation... we leave with them.

That was a mistake.

It immediately set US up as the tag alongs... we should have got numbers and rolled, but feeling cocky, against my better judgement, I DLV'd. Wing and I have since learned. It won't happen again.

We did have fun that night, but it ended in a #close that flaked.
So for next time, remember folks...
Who's the prize? That's right... ME.

First immediate Kiss Close

2010-05-17T23:14:00.000-07:00

At the club with my wing and an AFC.
The AFC is being a tool, so I'm looking for my wing who is supposed to be opening a set by the bar. I walk over to him, and the wing is buying a drink for himself and his target. (Yea, I've told him not to buy drinks, but he's learning) The AFC is following me... It's crowded, shoulder to shoulder and this HB7 walks in front of me. I start giving her shit and escalate as fast as I can, just to see what I can get away with. Literally 2 minutes later I'm making out with her at the bar in front of everyone. I have to say... it's an awesome feeling. The AFC is just dumbfounded and walks away. My wing missed the whole thing so I was disappointed. I ask the HB7 if she smokes, "no" she says. I say, "well I do, so you should join me." HB7 turns into an AFC and follows me outside.
** Lately I've been isolating outside, but I may have to find darker corners in the club because...
We were at a table sharing a smoke (yeah she doesn't smoke?), and her friends roll up, looking at us as we're making out and kinoing each other. Turns out one is her ex and he decides to shit test me... I pass all his shit tests and AMOG him, he says, "I love this guy" and then won't leave me alone... Looks like I've got a cockblocking pet. :(
I get bored with this HB7 because it was too easy and merge with my wing's set... he's my protege and I heard him stumbling a bit...
I bring my HB7 into this 4 set that my wing is gaming... He's getting shit tested hard by an Alpha UG5 while his target is WAY into him.
** I figured out the reason for the shit testing later...
My wing opens this 5 set of sorority sisters and one immediately turns AFC for him. The Alpha UG5 was pissed because it wasn't her. So she grabs some guy AFC so she wasn't the only one alone. Anyway, because she's so jealous, she's giving him a rash of shit. I overheard this and joined the group...
So I jump in and throw some negs and diffuse the obstacle. One that really seemed to work was actually calling her out on being the "Alpha". I may have heard that one somewhere before, but I don't know where. Regardless... it was GOLD.
Another thing I said was, "You're like the Samantha of the group" (from sex in the city)... HOLY CRAP they took the bait and I betaized her even more.
More verbal sparring, more gaming, I called the Alpha UG5 "samantha" the rest of the night... my HB7 lip locks me and jumps in a cab. I never got her number, but I didn't really want it.
I think I read somewhere that once the sexual tension is gone, the woman will have buyers remorse... I decided it wasn't worth the effort.

So after taking care of my wing's obstacle, I start gaming her friend... she saw me kiss the HB7 and says, "was that your girlfriend?" I said no I just met her a little while ago. That goes nowhere, but was actually very fun... I decided at that point that I was gonna get the Alpha's number just because I could. I guess that's AFC of me to have to prove something, but she was giving my wing SO much crap, I felt like I won if I got her number.

So I say, "Samantha, I have something to ask you... and I'm sure you get asked this by a ton of guys, but... Can I bum a cigarette?"
I LOVE THIS LINE! It builds tension, they brace themselves, and then, WHAM, you pull the rug out from under them!
She laughs, gives me a cigarette and I hand her my phone and say, "Oh yeah, and put your number in her so I can call you."

Done deal.

The night ends with me driving my wing and his target to her place so they can bang like they've never bung before. I take AFC back to his car and on the way he says, "So what exactly happened back there?" Jackass.

I hate AFC's!

2010-05-17T14:45:00.000-07:00

Ok, everyone... If you are an AFC, stay the fuck away from me.
AFC = Obstacle
They're supposed to be your friends, but if they see you talking to a woman... they stab you in the face. They make fun of you right to the woman. It's fucked up. I can't roll with my 'friends' anymore. They don't understand the game so they'd like to fuck it up for everyone else.

Wing rules don't apply to them. You back up your friend because they're your FRIEND!
Ok, why am I so pissed?
I ask my buddy, "Are you going to be cool tonight?"
"Yeah."
Well apparently that means blowing me out first chance he gets.
He and I roll into a Philly bar. Now part of my game is smoking.. I like to smoke and It's usually quiet outside for easy conversation without shouting.. I open a three set, HB8 HB7 UG5. Obviously my target is the HB8, I'm running game on all of them, everyone is laughing and my AFC interprets me making fun of them as me being mean and then starts making fun of me... I tried to recover, but they got in a cab and left.
I told the AFC that if he pulls that shit again I'm leaving him there. I said, "WATCH their body language!" I had to explain to him that it doesn't matter what they say. They were legitimately having fun and he fucking ruined it.

There was more to the night, I'll post more later...

Credit is due

2010-05-14T10:43:00.000-07:00

Everything you read here has been learned from the community. I can't give specific props for specific things because it's all been learned from many sources over the course of 2 years. They say if you copy from only one source it's plagiarism, but if you copy from many sources it's RESEARCH!
I haven't been in the field enough to write my own stuff, especially when there's so much that is tried and true...

Only an AFC would stop doing what's working.

So the following are the main PUA's that I have learned from:
Mystery (of course... he's the man)
Cajun (body language, people)
David DeAngelo (cocky & funny, yes, I said it)

I have never met them, but I thank them wholeheartedly...

My experience...

2010-05-14T10:22:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I've hit the books for the last two years, worked on body language, facial expressions, inner game, tonality... everything. Now I've got a great wing who I'm training. I actually forget that I know so much until he asks me something. The other night we were out and I explained the basics again... He's awesome. Everything I say to do, HE DOES! No approach anxiety at all... well a little. But I light a fire and he GOES! So the other night: We're hanging in a trendy bar about 9pm before it gets crazy and I say, "Go talk to those girls". I gave him a simple opinion opener and the "open seat gambit". He opens by leaning in and saying "is this seat taken?". They say "yes our friend will be right back". He gets stymied and bails. I didn't give him enough to go on... so that was my fault. But he did well later on. I told him what went wrong with that interaction...

*** The "open seat gambit" is field tested and PUA approved.
Basically, over the shoulder body language, "Is this seat taken?" (implying that you want to take the seat) It doesn't matter if they say YES or NO. You say, "Great, I'll only be a minute, I have to get back to my friends" with a smile and sit down at the table. Then immediately use an opener.

Next time my protege needs to do:
over the shoulder body language.
take everything as positive (example: "Oh, it's taken? I'll just be a minute.")
false time constraint.
NO LEANING IN!!

Phlfan HB8

2010-05-14T10:01:00.001-07:00

Over the last weekend I went to a bachelor party... saw a baseball game during the day. Ten of us guys (all of which were AFC's) were at a bar beforehand getting drinks. This HB8 was by herself and giving me IOI's, I was genuinely aloof due to trying to find my buddies, and smiled at her.
She went to the other side of the bar, a very open area and sat in the middle. My buddies, the AFC's that they are did not pick up on her IOI's. They went to the bar and she immediately lit up. Sometimes I can't believe how oblivious people can be.
She moves over and says do you need more room? (as if she didn't plan it the whole time) So I said to myself, "Self, what the hell..." I sat next to her, talked a while, she was alone because she just sold her season tickets for that days game because she had to work.
So anyway, long story short, I got her number, turns out she's now a PHD, graduating saturday... has a degree from Widener Law School and is a bartender... used to be a house dancer at a club in Philly. So right now I'm feeling pretty good about myself... also... I need a sugar momma :)

Here's my text game:

I enjoyed meeting you. It's very cold and windy here. You definitely weren't dressed for it :) Don't work too hard tonight. Talk to you soon.
PHLFAN: Work hard play hard! Might go see friends at 3rd and Market

Sounds cool, what time?
PHLFAN: When I get done, prob 11:30

That's too bad... You're gonna miss the "entertainment" ;) I'll txt you later when we figure out where we'll be.

We're leaving now... Where do you want to meet?
PHLFAN: Had to go home I'm sorry.

Too bad you didn't come out... It was like a Hunter S Thompson read ;) What sort of trouble did you end up causing? ...or were you a homebody? :)
PHLFAN: Went home and packed for my 6am flight. Sorry I missed out

That's actually not a bad reason... I was expecting something like, "I had to return some video tapes." ;) I totally understand... flying hungover is not pretty, and my number one rule of air travel is: Always look good ;) Where'd you go, Greece?
PHLFAN: Was in Tampa. Just got back