Went out w/ Royalty. Daygame. Something was off, and my sets went HORRIBLY.
I finally recorded my sarges, and I noticed something: I roll in talking about 5 words per second. It is frightening how fast I speak, because I am clearly demonstrating how nervous I am.
At this point, I still talk to girls when I like them, but I'm often nervous about doing it. I'm like an AFC with balls. That's not good enough for me.
I was listening to Tony Robbins on the way in, and he was talking about OPA (outcome, purpose, action). The Purpose of PUA shit for me is partially so that I can mate with an attractive woman and not feel like I'm settling for someone less than fully desirable.
But another part of it is clearly so that I can get approval from women. When my state is fully on and I'm feeling good about myself, I am less concerned with their approval and more concerned with their poon, but it's usually about gaining acceptance as being a valid human being and a cool guy. That's called an inner game problem.
When I roll in PU, I feel like I'm using a borrowed ladder, like I'm stealing the externals of a cool guy to mask something horrible inside. Obviously, that's not the case. Deep down, I'm a nice guy and just want to be happy, but the falseness (the falseness being I don't feel I deserve the women that I talk to) that characterizes some of my interactions is really pretty fucked up.
When I have a problem like this that I am intently focusing on, it's easy to find other negative things in my life that compound that problem. I'm not going to get into specifics, because they're not really relevant to PU. But all this negativity and negative focus is just WRONG.
I don't feel that my life is so messed up that I should be focusing on all this negative stuff. I know that you could be a guy whose life is permanently in a state of transition (Entropy), yet could still love yourself, have great self-esteem, and really provide romance, adventure and emotions in women's lives. My guess is the problem isn't external at all.
I've always had the feeling that I'm a guy who mostly has his inner game down. But every once in a while, shit pops up that highlights some serious problems in my perspective. That point is usually where thre rubber meets the road, i.e. when I actually sarge.
It feels good to get this shit out. My problem isn't really insidious or even that big of a problem. I'm going to handle it, but it feels good to let loose and really talk about the feelings I get from time to time.
Tony R says that metaphorically and literally, when your car is in a spinout, you need to be focused on the direction you want to go to eventually right yourself. So that's going to be getting out more often, talking to MORE girls when I do, and eliminating sticking points (Bad BL, rushing, blanking out) more efficiently. PLUS a focus on inner game.
My current living situation makes me want to explode. Living with my dad makes me infuriated at times, and I feel like an invalid whenever I reflect on it. But I should focus on what I need to do/where I need to go. That means looking for money incomez and apartment locationz. This is a PU, life, and inner game issue that needs resolution IMMEDIATELY.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
DEVI rules.
Just got an old FB back into the rotation. The secret? Fuck her good. I threw in a bunch of DEVI shit, some great dirty talking, plenty of dominance and spooning.
She's not a high quality girl, but she's got D cups and gives a Beej like a professional.
Side note: I really like Durex Extra Sensitive. I should get them in bulk.
She's not a high quality girl, but she's got D cups and gives a Beej like a professional.
Side note: I really like Durex Extra Sensitive. I should get them in bulk.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
FR: Chillin
Went out with Mr. Awesome today. Just roled around Harvard, checking out clothes and females. I opened one chick for real all day, and it was fun. I can see where it went wrong, and I am going to fix it. I didn't interrupt her state enough, didn't dominate her hard enough and didn't show enough interest in getting to know her. Will fix that shit.
Mr. Awesome is a cool guy, and I can relate a lot more to him than I initially thought. Amazingly, the dude has AA on occasion during daygame, so I hopefully helped him in some way. Dunno. He got a number of a cute half-Spanish chick who was high in Newbury Comics. Lol still legit though.
I was pretty low-energy, still coming off the end of a lengthy chest cold, so I wasn't at 100%.
Let's just go over the set and stop rambling.
I run back to stop this HB 8 with headphones. I roll up behind her yelling "Hey. Hey flower girl (in reference to her bag)." I stop her, tell her I think she's cute and that I 'sprinted back just to talk to her'. I think it's a DHV, but maybe some feel otherwise. Whatever, it felt natural and cool. She's from Colombia, I brought up my fake Colombian ex again.
I mention that girl a lot, maybe I should flesh her out with some details. I just say she's from Bogota. Shit, she should be from Medellin, like Pablo Escobar. OK, she's now officially Karla from Medellin until I actually start dating a Colombian. Boosh.
Anyway, I ask her if she's a student. I accurately cold read that she's a Freshman, I joke that we can't talk, because she's too lame.
She has an accent, I ask where she's from. I justify the question by saying she's too nice to be in Boston. She talks about how people are unfriendly in NY, I agree and then bring up Tokyo. I joke that people play dead if you try to talk to them.
I mini-venue her to the inside of the sidewalk because of the pedestrian traffic. She asks for my name again, I legit forgot hers, so cool.
She says she's going to get food, I tell her about the place me and Mr. A just went, and I let her try my frappe. I joke that it's drugged. Weird brain fart moment for her when she tries to figure out why I was walking in a particular direction. I just joked and said "And you go to Harvard?"
We were saying something about Colombia, and she says she's from Cali, which I now know is the third largest powerful city in Colombia. I miscalibratedly joke/cold read "Oh, you got some of that Cali attitude, huh?" with a smile. She gets weirded out and says "No, actually I don't." Then she says she really needs to get going, maybe she'll see me around. Fin.
Mr. Awesome is a cool guy, and I can relate a lot more to him than I initially thought. Amazingly, the dude has AA on occasion during daygame, so I hopefully helped him in some way. Dunno. He got a number of a cute half-Spanish chick who was high in Newbury Comics. Lol still legit though.
I was pretty low-energy, still coming off the end of a lengthy chest cold, so I wasn't at 100%.
Let's just go over the set and stop rambling.
I run back to stop this HB 8 with headphones. I roll up behind her yelling "Hey. Hey flower girl (in reference to her bag)." I stop her, tell her I think she's cute and that I 'sprinted back just to talk to her'. I think it's a DHV, but maybe some feel otherwise. Whatever, it felt natural and cool. She's from Colombia, I brought up my fake Colombian ex again.
I mention that girl a lot, maybe I should flesh her out with some details. I just say she's from Bogota. Shit, she should be from Medellin, like Pablo Escobar. OK, she's now officially Karla from Medellin until I actually start dating a Colombian. Boosh.
Anyway, I ask her if she's a student. I accurately cold read that she's a Freshman, I joke that we can't talk, because she's too lame.
She has an accent, I ask where she's from. I justify the question by saying she's too nice to be in Boston. She talks about how people are unfriendly in NY, I agree and then bring up Tokyo. I joke that people play dead if you try to talk to them.
I mini-venue her to the inside of the sidewalk because of the pedestrian traffic. She asks for my name again, I legit forgot hers, so cool.
She says she's going to get food, I tell her about the place me and Mr. A just went, and I let her try my frappe. I joke that it's drugged. Weird brain fart moment for her when she tries to figure out why I was walking in a particular direction. I just joked and said "And you go to Harvard?"
We were saying something about Colombia, and she says she's from Cali, which I now know is the third largest powerful city in Colombia. I miscalibratedly joke/cold read "Oh, you got some of that Cali attitude, huh?" with a smile. She gets weirded out and says "No, actually I don't." Then she says she really needs to get going, maybe she'll see me around. Fin.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Get back in the field!!!
Shit. I haven't been out in the field for either 1 or 2 weeks. I've completely lost track of time because of a messed up sickness and being out of it for a while. My calibration's off, I've not talked to a stranger in days, it's time to JACK this bitch UP.
I'm going out this week, everybody come roll with me. I got my boy Royalty dialed in for some time this week, more ppl to follow. I will own it.
I decided a few days ago, I'm going to own a Ferrari. It's an inevitable certainty, not something I want. It's for me, not for chicks. Hopefully, I'll snag it before I turn 30.
I'm going out this week, everybody come roll with me. I got my boy Royalty dialed in for some time this week, more ppl to follow. I will own it.
I decided a few days ago, I'm going to own a Ferrari. It's an inevitable certainty, not something I want. It's for me, not for chicks. Hopefully, I'll snag it before I turn 30.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Hilarious
I think i got this from Jeffy, on his DVD or something.
He was talking about a miscalibrated dude trying situational openers, and instead of saying, "Having fun?" like normal people, he said "HAVING FUN?!?!!?!" Like super sinister and weird. I have to field test this shit. I guarantee it will be fun. He specifically says not to do it, but it made me laugh harder than pretty much every opener I've ever heard. So, hey, self-amuse, then break the tension with normalcy.
He was talking about a miscalibrated dude trying situational openers, and instead of saying, "Having fun?" like normal people, he said "HAVING FUN?!?!!?!" Like super sinister and weird. I have to field test this shit. I guarantee it will be fun. He specifically says not to do it, but it made me laugh harder than pretty much every opener I've ever heard. So, hey, self-amuse, then break the tension with normalcy.
Friday, February 15, 2008
FR: GRIND
I don't have bad nights. Bad nights are if I don't talk to any girl and actually become depressed. That doesn't happen. But this definitely wasn't a great night.
POINT 1: Calibration. I don't have it. I don't calibrate in-set. I guess I've always been a weirdo and don't understand how to do it. I'm going to do a big F-ing search on calibration, becuase I'm tired of getting "this guy is entertaining me" as my best reactions. I wanna be getting "this is a cool guy talking and we're in a conversation", if not "this is a sex-worthy guy and i'm gonna give it up".
POINT 2: Momentum. Get it from the second you enter a venue. Sitting around chatting PU isn't going to do it. I unusually had no momentum tonight, partly because of the intimidation factor of the hot girls, but partly because I constantly rolled back to my boys and chatted or whatever.
POINT 3: In-set, I don't pay attention to shit. I don't adjust body language, I don't really think about technical things. In fact, it's incredibly hard for me to think about anything at all when I talk to girls, perhaps beyond vibe and conversational content. Gotta fix it. But how?
Don't wanna talk about specific sets tonight, because nothing was substantial enough to be considered an actual set. Nothing hooked, most of the time, I barely got my opener off. Really ugly.
Gypsy always gets me. The girls are always banging, full of indian chicks that are intimidating, and my mind is always going blank.
I still haven't looked up attraction and hook material. I will do that hopefully before I roll out with Persian Prince tomorrow.
TOTAL GRIND, but guess what: I fucking pushed myself to do it, anyway. I love this game.
I had a very pleasant moment after I was frantically retrospecting on my way back to my man-van. "It's just a matter of time". As long as I continue going out at this rate, and continue to CALIBRATE in my interactions, in a year, I'll be getting hot girls as a matter of fact, not a bizarre outlier. I love myself, and I love everybody out there who's rooting for me to succeed.
POINT 1: Calibration. I don't have it. I don't calibrate in-set. I guess I've always been a weirdo and don't understand how to do it. I'm going to do a big F-ing search on calibration, becuase I'm tired of getting "this guy is entertaining me" as my best reactions. I wanna be getting "this is a cool guy talking and we're in a conversation", if not "this is a sex-worthy guy and i'm gonna give it up".
POINT 2: Momentum. Get it from the second you enter a venue. Sitting around chatting PU isn't going to do it. I unusually had no momentum tonight, partly because of the intimidation factor of the hot girls, but partly because I constantly rolled back to my boys and chatted or whatever.
POINT 3: In-set, I don't pay attention to shit. I don't adjust body language, I don't really think about technical things. In fact, it's incredibly hard for me to think about anything at all when I talk to girls, perhaps beyond vibe and conversational content. Gotta fix it. But how?
Don't wanna talk about specific sets tonight, because nothing was substantial enough to be considered an actual set. Nothing hooked, most of the time, I barely got my opener off. Really ugly.
Gypsy always gets me. The girls are always banging, full of indian chicks that are intimidating, and my mind is always going blank.
I still haven't looked up attraction and hook material. I will do that hopefully before I roll out with Persian Prince tomorrow.
TOTAL GRIND, but guess what: I fucking pushed myself to do it, anyway. I love this game.
I had a very pleasant moment after I was frantically retrospecting on my way back to my man-van. "It's just a matter of time". As long as I continue going out at this rate, and continue to CALIBRATE in my interactions, in a year, I'll be getting hot girls as a matter of fact, not a bizarre outlier. I love myself, and I love everybody out there who's rooting for me to succeed.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Some negativity, what's up.
Went out with Royalty.
Gave my number to this Taiwanese chick who plays the piano. I didn't do a lot of comfort building, so I really doubt she will call my number. Whatever. I was in a rush to get out of there, she was giving me a lot of IOIs and I wasn't expecting it.
I've been feeling like a value-taker a lot lately when I talk to girls. Like, they're hot, and because I'm not the attractive man that I COULD be, I'm taking away from their value. Hard to explain, but it's essentially feelings of undeservingness, of being a nuisance to people in general, etc. That doesn't really come through in my sarges (or does it?), but it gets me down, like it did today.
I'm having difficulty tying my value to things. Like, DEVI method basically says that a man's value comes down to his ability to make women feel emotions and fuck them well. Most of my sexual relationships are brief, with little sexual intercourse. I don't have sexual mastery down at all, so that's not really a stable base that I can plant my value upon.
Tyler says that being authentic, and coming from a place of realness is where your value should come from. Well, I don't feel 100% authentic when I talk to girls, especially during night game, where I feel less like the social guy, and more like the crazed sarging maniac GOTTA CATCH EM ALL!!
Lots of people say that value comes from your identity. You have a role in society, and your knowledge of yourself and your identity is what creates this value. Guess what?! No identity here. I'm the guy who likes music and talks to girls. I'm not The Musician. I'm not The Pickup Artist. I can't even explain who I am as a person, because it's not a coherent person. It would help if I got a job, but that's a post for a different blog...
So basically, I don't feel I have a valid reason to feel high-value. Thus, being around "high-value" women and talking to them as an alpha male is something of an inauthentic communication.
I guess the final reason I could feel high-value is simply because of a delusional self-confidence, but I don't really have that, despite Tim's commanding "My game is a ten."
Too tired to go out tonight, so I'm just throwing this up. Sucks, becuase I'm sure if I were feeling better mentally and physically, it'd be a marathon night. Hitting up Gypsy or whatever would be crazy.
Don't wanna bring anybody down, but these are the thoughts I'm trying to reframe lately.
Gave my number to this Taiwanese chick who plays the piano. I didn't do a lot of comfort building, so I really doubt she will call my number. Whatever. I was in a rush to get out of there, she was giving me a lot of IOIs and I wasn't expecting it.
I've been feeling like a value-taker a lot lately when I talk to girls. Like, they're hot, and because I'm not the attractive man that I COULD be, I'm taking away from their value. Hard to explain, but it's essentially feelings of undeservingness, of being a nuisance to people in general, etc. That doesn't really come through in my sarges (or does it?), but it gets me down, like it did today.
I'm having difficulty tying my value to things. Like, DEVI method basically says that a man's value comes down to his ability to make women feel emotions and fuck them well. Most of my sexual relationships are brief, with little sexual intercourse. I don't have sexual mastery down at all, so that's not really a stable base that I can plant my value upon.
Tyler says that being authentic, and coming from a place of realness is where your value should come from. Well, I don't feel 100% authentic when I talk to girls, especially during night game, where I feel less like the social guy, and more like the crazed sarging maniac GOTTA CATCH EM ALL!!
Lots of people say that value comes from your identity. You have a role in society, and your knowledge of yourself and your identity is what creates this value. Guess what?! No identity here. I'm the guy who likes music and talks to girls. I'm not The Musician. I'm not The Pickup Artist. I can't even explain who I am as a person, because it's not a coherent person. It would help if I got a job, but that's a post for a different blog...
So basically, I don't feel I have a valid reason to feel high-value. Thus, being around "high-value" women and talking to them as an alpha male is something of an inauthentic communication.
I guess the final reason I could feel high-value is simply because of a delusional self-confidence, but I don't really have that, despite Tim's commanding "My game is a ten."
Too tired to go out tonight, so I'm just throwing this up. Sucks, becuase I'm sure if I were feeling better mentally and physically, it'd be a marathon night. Hitting up Gypsy or whatever would be crazy.
Don't wanna bring anybody down, but these are the thoughts I'm trying to reframe lately.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
FR: Wednesday Night
I hit up the Foundation. I met up with Amory eventually. Saff, Entropy, and Smallville were all out and about hitting it up, which was cool. It would have been even more boring for me had they not been there. Another too high energy night.
Technically speaking, I was all over the place. Not like owning the place, but my BL, my voice, everything. I really have to focus more on the fundamentals. I'm going to grab TD's 25 points, and really hammer that shit down.
One 2 set I held for a while, the friend eventually split off. I wasn't really feeling the friend but made conversation. She was fucking weird, but hey, so am I. She was 6' tall. And in heels. I got some reactions, but I was clearly LOOKING for them again. We chatted for a while. I dunno, I wasn't really doing things correctly. A little bit of qualifying, a little bit of attract. I think her 'attraction' to me was part interest, part curiosity as to who I am and why I act so strange. I think she eventually lost interest, but I have to admit, I never really had much interest in her in the first place. She resisted kino like a mother.
Another set, I winged somebody in a seated 2 set. Chatted with an obstacle that had a bf (not present). We had a decent conversation. Nothing special.
A few passing jokes on passing girls, but nothing hook-worthy.
In general, I roll in, fairly comfortable, usually with a situational or whatever opener (ass bump, high energy nonsense, ironically no valentine's day shit tonight), and can't hook that well. Or maybe they hook, but there's no attraction stuff that really grabs their shit. I'm not naturally coming up with it in my "comfortable" state, so perhaps I need to borrow some attraction routines to get the party started.
I will grab a few attraction gambits and start working them in regularly. This is totally temporary. I don't enjoy running someone else's routines. That much.
Chill it out.
Attraction material.
Go out more often, hit more sets, hit harder sets. DAYGAME 2-SETS. 3-SETS. MIXED SETS. (I'm going to steer clear of hired guns in the meantime. I'm not there yet.)
Practice thread-connecting conversation, to make better convo.
BUT HEY!~~~~
NO APPROACH ANXIETY WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo
That shit is done. Well, as done as I really need to get it for practical use. Maybe someday I'll revisit it and blast all social pressure weakness sky-high. But it's not really necessary right now.
Technically speaking, I was all over the place. Not like owning the place, but my BL, my voice, everything. I really have to focus more on the fundamentals. I'm going to grab TD's 25 points, and really hammer that shit down.
One 2 set I held for a while, the friend eventually split off. I wasn't really feeling the friend but made conversation. She was fucking weird, but hey, so am I. She was 6' tall. And in heels. I got some reactions, but I was clearly LOOKING for them again. We chatted for a while. I dunno, I wasn't really doing things correctly. A little bit of qualifying, a little bit of attract. I think her 'attraction' to me was part interest, part curiosity as to who I am and why I act so strange. I think she eventually lost interest, but I have to admit, I never really had much interest in her in the first place. She resisted kino like a mother.
Another set, I winged somebody in a seated 2 set. Chatted with an obstacle that had a bf (not present). We had a decent conversation. Nothing special.
A few passing jokes on passing girls, but nothing hook-worthy.
In general, I roll in, fairly comfortable, usually with a situational or whatever opener (ass bump, high energy nonsense, ironically no valentine's day shit tonight), and can't hook that well. Or maybe they hook, but there's no attraction stuff that really grabs their shit. I'm not naturally coming up with it in my "comfortable" state, so perhaps I need to borrow some attraction routines to get the party started.
I will grab a few attraction gambits and start working them in regularly. This is totally temporary. I don't enjoy running someone else's routines. That much.
Chill it out.
Attraction material.
Go out more often, hit more sets, hit harder sets. DAYGAME 2-SETS. 3-SETS. MIXED SETS. (I'm going to steer clear of hired guns in the meantime. I'm not there yet.)
Practice thread-connecting conversation, to make better convo.
BUT HEY!~~~~
NO APPROACH ANXIETY WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo
That shit is done. Well, as done as I really need to get it for practical use. Maybe someday I'll revisit it and blast all social pressure weakness sky-high. But it's not really necessary right now.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Could you be loved and be loved?
I was flipping through channels, and watched First Knight last night super briefly, and Sean Connery had this AWESOME line:
"I take the good with the bad, together. I can't love someone in slices."
Awesome Non-judgemental shitz.
Reading the DEVI method, I'm learning the importance of being real and non-judgemental. Time to get rid of any lingering AFC agenda shit like making people love me and giving nothing back. Being a healthy person is way more fulfilling than getting the sick and perverse pleasure of soaking up all value to feel better about yourself.
I have to admit, I have a few sexual hangups. They are all being put in sharp relief as I read this e-book. What an awesome experience, to see all of the problems in my behavior clearly demonstrated. The secret is easy: be more loving and ALWAYS assume that the love will ALWAYS come back to you 2x, eventually.
How can a loving person ever be "rejected"? Lovingness is the context when you're dealing with shit tests, bad behavior, good behavior, whatever. It's not a fight against the nonsense, it's not tolerance of their nonsense, it's a lovingness of the 'nonsense' as a part of who they are. Accept it.
Does this make sense to anyone else?
"I take the good with the bad, together. I can't love someone in slices."
Awesome Non-judgemental shitz.
Reading the DEVI method, I'm learning the importance of being real and non-judgemental. Time to get rid of any lingering AFC agenda shit like making people love me and giving nothing back. Being a healthy person is way more fulfilling than getting the sick and perverse pleasure of soaking up all value to feel better about yourself.
I have to admit, I have a few sexual hangups. They are all being put in sharp relief as I read this e-book. What an awesome experience, to see all of the problems in my behavior clearly demonstrated. The secret is easy: be more loving and ALWAYS assume that the love will ALWAYS come back to you 2x, eventually.
How can a loving person ever be "rejected"? Lovingness is the context when you're dealing with shit tests, bad behavior, good behavior, whatever. It's not a fight against the nonsense, it's not tolerance of their nonsense, it's a lovingness of the 'nonsense' as a part of who they are. Accept it.
Does this make sense to anyone else?
Weird
No specifics, but another pooah brother recently f-closed a chick that I #-closed. In another life, I would be upset by this, having my dreams and hopes dashed and losing my one shot at love. But guess what? I honestly don't care. Like, we talked about it and we cleared it up, but I'm fine, even beyond that. No emotional residue, no regrets, a clean break. Just a funny anecdote, really.
One less phone number. One less than a potential billion phone numbers, who cares?
I'm starting to get better at this. I can see the progress. I walk like a champ, I talk like I'm in charge, because I AM in charge. I'm still a little weird and high-energy, but I think that's partially my crutch for the anxiety I feel sometimes chatting up girls. Part of it is just who I am, though. I love getting crazy and being weird and fun. More progress reports on the way.
One less phone number. One less than a potential billion phone numbers, who cares?
I'm starting to get better at this. I can see the progress. I walk like a champ, I talk like I'm in charge, because I AM in charge. I'm still a little weird and high-energy, but I think that's partially my crutch for the anxiety I feel sometimes chatting up girls. Part of it is just who I am, though. I love getting crazy and being weird and fun. More progress reports on the way.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
FR: 24 Hours Sarging
I roll into Pru at 2:00 for the GSF. I get paired up with Jad and this guy Al, who's into NLP and stuff. Al and I are like diametrically opposed in game-running, but I still learned a lot from him, which is really great. He's a pretty funny guy. In another life, I would have blown him off because of his different beliefs. jad was struggling a bit, but was still making things happen.
I approach a girl from behind who has a cool dress/sash/hair thing combo. Direct about her style. I tell her she has the same name as my aunt, I ask if she also smokes, yea she does. This is a turnoff but I decide to plow. I do a spin move, because I enjoy it. I do that, and we're talking for a minute or so, and then her friends roll up. 2 guys and 2 fems. They're ultimate hover chode friends, and I could probably isolate just by demanding privacy, but I decide to talk to them. Boring. Plus she's in high school. Eject.
I approach this latin chick from behind. I tell her she's cute, wanna meet her. She smiles, but says "No... English". BULLSHIT. I plow. The piqueno of spanish I know to kind of hook her in, then I start talking to her slowly about her style, Colombia, my "Colombian ex" (not real), and some other stuff. Lots of me kinoing and pushing her around, she loves it. I try to stop crossing my arms, but it's only half successful. Anyway, we joke a little bit, then I #close. I sent her a text an hour afterwards, she sends me a return text at 1:44 AM. Weird.
We're pushing Jad to do sets in Saks, and I'm sitting there chatting it up w/ Al. There's 2 girls behind us trying on stupid hats. One of them is white and black-spotted. Al says something to them, and then I say, "Yo, were you just wearing a hat made out of Dalmations?" Cruella DeVille jokes ensue. Just a funny moment.I am rolling w/ Patch and Stallion and Screenwriter.
There's a 2set of these matching Ugg Asians. I am kind of behind them, and I go "Yo, you guys..." They pretend to ignore. So I get louder. "Yo, hey. Yo. Yo. Yo. Yo. Yo. Hey. Hey, I'm talking. Hey. Hey." After following them for like 10 seconds, and they're still not acknowledging, I give up. They fucked up. Don't they know I slay the pussy on the regular?
I am chatting with the boys post-GSF and this Viet chick rolls past looking superfly in nice jeans and one of those yellow amorphous tops. Roll up being direct. She has CRAZY BL going away from me, but I plow. What's her name, and then pretend I can't hear because she's so far away. I move in closer, and try to ask her what she is. She eventually understands and tells me that it's Vietnamese. I do a fairly unfortunate false DQ, like "Vietnamese chicks are crazy!". This doesn't get the reaction I want, but I SHOULDNT HAVE LOOKED FOR A REACTION. Anyway, I say, "Well, are you friendly?" And she says yea, but then starts saying she has to go. I don't plow.
Later, I hit up a harvard party with Saffron and Doc. I'm still surprised everytime I see this lifestyle that Saffron has set up at Harvard. He's always rolling with hot Asian chicks. Crazy. Anyway, we bounce to this party/dance party/dance. I'm not a student, but it does not matter. Everyone loves me, I'm the party-within-a-party. Doc and I just dance around, being retards. I ass bump like every girl in my proximity, give out high fives, nonsense. Some girls roll up, give the high five-transition-into hand grab, which turns into hand holding. It's kind of on. IMPORTANT NOTE: she is white. I don't like white chicks that much.I run a bunch of hilarious stuff, some of which is dance game stuff. I tell her I'm a crack dealer and a pimp. I lead the interaction hardcore. Pick her up and push her against the wall. Lead her everywhere. Put her hands places. The usual. It was kind of on at first, but then I blew that shit up.I throw out lots of sexual innuendo, talking about how my pianist fingers will rock her world. She seems intrigued. She is grinding really hard on me. Lots of fatalities and lower back pains (see saff's spiderman dance video for reference). I eventually am reaching the point where it's time to bone her or move on. She verbalizes that she wants it. I'm not down for this chick. I tell Doc, and he jokingly suggests a pig roast. Because this is novel to me, I agree. Doc games her for a bit (not sure what he was saying to her) as I roam the dancefloor, grabbing butts and being cool. I come back, and say that we're going to her room. I say I feel unsafe around her, and need Doc for my backup. She's sober, understands what's going on, and she does not bite. I briefly say that I'm leaving, and she gives me the usual "I would have rocked your world. I can't believe you wanted to bring a friend." I agree, whatever, peace. A legendary LR+ spoiled.
Sleep at Doc's place. We wake up in time to go to BattleOfWit's presentation, only to get lost in Revere. We go back to the Pru. I am a mess, my hair is fucked up, I'm LOW ENERGY for the first time in months. I don't talk to any girls, I'm actually charged with pushing Weez and ?Scratch? into sets. Which is fine. It's crazy to have a responsibility like that. I really thought about how I usually come out to work on myself, but it's cool to try and give value back to other guys like I was doing. Anyway, I come back home, and labor through typing up this FR. I hope it was enjoyable.
I approach a girl from behind who has a cool dress/sash/hair thing combo. Direct about her style. I tell her she has the same name as my aunt, I ask if she also smokes, yea she does. This is a turnoff but I decide to plow. I do a spin move, because I enjoy it. I do that, and we're talking for a minute or so, and then her friends roll up. 2 guys and 2 fems. They're ultimate hover chode friends, and I could probably isolate just by demanding privacy, but I decide to talk to them. Boring. Plus she's in high school. Eject.
I approach this latin chick from behind. I tell her she's cute, wanna meet her. She smiles, but says "No... English". BULLSHIT. I plow. The piqueno of spanish I know to kind of hook her in, then I start talking to her slowly about her style, Colombia, my "Colombian ex" (not real), and some other stuff. Lots of me kinoing and pushing her around, she loves it. I try to stop crossing my arms, but it's only half successful. Anyway, we joke a little bit, then I #close. I sent her a text an hour afterwards, she sends me a return text at 1:44 AM. Weird.
We're pushing Jad to do sets in Saks, and I'm sitting there chatting it up w/ Al. There's 2 girls behind us trying on stupid hats. One of them is white and black-spotted. Al says something to them, and then I say, "Yo, were you just wearing a hat made out of Dalmations?" Cruella DeVille jokes ensue. Just a funny moment.I am rolling w/ Patch and Stallion and Screenwriter.
There's a 2set of these matching Ugg Asians. I am kind of behind them, and I go "Yo, you guys..." They pretend to ignore. So I get louder. "Yo, hey. Yo. Yo. Yo. Yo. Yo. Hey. Hey, I'm talking. Hey. Hey." After following them for like 10 seconds, and they're still not acknowledging, I give up. They fucked up. Don't they know I slay the pussy on the regular?
I am chatting with the boys post-GSF and this Viet chick rolls past looking superfly in nice jeans and one of those yellow amorphous tops. Roll up being direct. She has CRAZY BL going away from me, but I plow. What's her name, and then pretend I can't hear because she's so far away. I move in closer, and try to ask her what she is. She eventually understands and tells me that it's Vietnamese. I do a fairly unfortunate false DQ, like "Vietnamese chicks are crazy!". This doesn't get the reaction I want, but I SHOULDNT HAVE LOOKED FOR A REACTION. Anyway, I say, "Well, are you friendly?" And she says yea, but then starts saying she has to go. I don't plow.
Later, I hit up a harvard party with Saffron and Doc. I'm still surprised everytime I see this lifestyle that Saffron has set up at Harvard. He's always rolling with hot Asian chicks. Crazy. Anyway, we bounce to this party/dance party/dance. I'm not a student, but it does not matter. Everyone loves me, I'm the party-within-a-party. Doc and I just dance around, being retards. I ass bump like every girl in my proximity, give out high fives, nonsense. Some girls roll up, give the high five-transition-into hand grab, which turns into hand holding. It's kind of on. IMPORTANT NOTE: she is white. I don't like white chicks that much.I run a bunch of hilarious stuff, some of which is dance game stuff. I tell her I'm a crack dealer and a pimp. I lead the interaction hardcore. Pick her up and push her against the wall. Lead her everywhere. Put her hands places. The usual. It was kind of on at first, but then I blew that shit up.I throw out lots of sexual innuendo, talking about how my pianist fingers will rock her world. She seems intrigued. She is grinding really hard on me. Lots of fatalities and lower back pains (see saff's spiderman dance video for reference). I eventually am reaching the point where it's time to bone her or move on. She verbalizes that she wants it. I'm not down for this chick. I tell Doc, and he jokingly suggests a pig roast. Because this is novel to me, I agree. Doc games her for a bit (not sure what he was saying to her) as I roam the dancefloor, grabbing butts and being cool. I come back, and say that we're going to her room. I say I feel unsafe around her, and need Doc for my backup. She's sober, understands what's going on, and she does not bite. I briefly say that I'm leaving, and she gives me the usual "I would have rocked your world. I can't believe you wanted to bring a friend." I agree, whatever, peace. A legendary LR+ spoiled.
Sleep at Doc's place. We wake up in time to go to BattleOfWit's presentation, only to get lost in Revere. We go back to the Pru. I am a mess, my hair is fucked up, I'm LOW ENERGY for the first time in months. I don't talk to any girls, I'm actually charged with pushing Weez and ?Scratch? into sets. Which is fine. It's crazy to have a responsibility like that. I really thought about how I usually come out to work on myself, but it's cool to try and give value back to other guys like I was doing. Anyway, I come back home, and labor through typing up this FR. I hope it was enjoyable.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
FR: Drinking game
Hit up a bar in Harvard, I can't remember it. I'm with Tmoney, Jad, and JRock. We talk to mostly each other, a few beers (one for me, one is enough) and get our states pumped a little. Jrock didn't seem to get as pumped as I did. No one did, actually. No one in Boston. LORDING
We hit up Red Line and I go nuts. NUTS. High fives, even a few high five takeaways on the hot blondes that legit don't interest me. Two indian chicks, they're both surrounded by dudes. They're really practically the only targets in the whole area that TRULY speak to me. Some asians, and yeah, I chatted them up. But....
My nimbus is retarded by the time I hit the dancefloor. Girls everywhere are giving the eye. I claw every girl HARD. Some females, they're lovin' it, complying with the tests, seeking rapport. I perhaps hit the claw too hard and came off too high energy. Who cares. Talk a bunch more, lots more ass bumps.
I chat up a 30 year old 6th grade teacher. Why not?
It's pretty hazy, mostly a bunch of attraction material and fucking around, very little "genuine connection".
BORING.
Gotta move past the party guy state. I can lord up a venue just being crazy high energy guy and owning everything, but I'm no good at chilling out and getting to know chicks. It's just so addictive to get great reactions and be the center of attention.
Lesson learned... or is it?
From now on, I gotta tell a story about myself in every set. I don't have many stories that really speak to who I am, so that's a corollary.
Yeah, I'm still buzzed. But I gotta get the information DOWN.
I really need to focus more on MEETING PEOPLE and creating a CONNECTION from beyond time.
We hit up Red Line and I go nuts. NUTS. High fives, even a few high five takeaways on the hot blondes that legit don't interest me. Two indian chicks, they're both surrounded by dudes. They're really practically the only targets in the whole area that TRULY speak to me. Some asians, and yeah, I chatted them up. But....
My nimbus is retarded by the time I hit the dancefloor. Girls everywhere are giving the eye. I claw every girl HARD. Some females, they're lovin' it, complying with the tests, seeking rapport. I perhaps hit the claw too hard and came off too high energy. Who cares. Talk a bunch more, lots more ass bumps.
I chat up a 30 year old 6th grade teacher. Why not?
It's pretty hazy, mostly a bunch of attraction material and fucking around, very little "genuine connection".
BORING.
Gotta move past the party guy state. I can lord up a venue just being crazy high energy guy and owning everything, but I'm no good at chilling out and getting to know chicks. It's just so addictive to get great reactions and be the center of attention.
Lesson learned... or is it?
From now on, I gotta tell a story about myself in every set. I don't have many stories that really speak to who I am, so that's a corollary.
Yeah, I'm still buzzed. But I gotta get the information DOWN.
I really need to focus more on MEETING PEOPLE and creating a CONNECTION from beyond time.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
FR: True Day Game
All right I just went to the library to drop off a book. It's a pretty ghetto city I live in, small and full of white trash. BUT
Hit the library w/ like 8 book stack in hands. I'm going up the stairs and I see Indian HB 8 sitting there. FUCK?!?! how? I don't ask questions, I just decide I'm going to talk to her when I get back down. I return my books, and get kind of scared, because I'm worried. It looks like she's waiting for somebody, logstics worries, etc. I don't care. I go down the stairs, get freaked, go back and use the bathroom. Go back down, and approach.
My approach was FUCKED. I go down the stairs, "notice" her and do exaggerated EC/BL shit when I do. She immediately is kind of weirded out. As I walk up, she more and more averts her EC. I know it's blown, but want to plow.
"Hey I know it's kind of random, but I think you're gorgeous and want to meet you."
She says "Uhhhhhh" in a really "I'm weirded out way" as I sit down across from her table. (DO NOT LOCK IN WITHOUT THE FTC FUUCCKCCK) She says that she's having an interview, so I guess she was waiting for an interviewer.
I say "Right, that sounds like something really important, and I wouldn't want to mess that up." I eject then, even though I should have plowed.
The reason I post this up is twofold:
-Solo day time sarge, plus it was LEGIT day game. I was on my way to do something, it wasn't me going to the mall and sarging.
-Broke up my Oblivion haze.
Lessons learned:
-Be more subtle about approaching.
-Plow from a place of confidence (i.e. waiting for her to realize that she's fucking up by not accepting the advances of a cool guy)
-I CAN DO DAY GAME SOLO
Hit the library w/ like 8 book stack in hands. I'm going up the stairs and I see Indian HB 8 sitting there. FUCK?!?! how? I don't ask questions, I just decide I'm going to talk to her when I get back down. I return my books, and get kind of scared, because I'm worried. It looks like she's waiting for somebody, logstics worries, etc. I don't care. I go down the stairs, get freaked, go back and use the bathroom. Go back down, and approach.
My approach was FUCKED. I go down the stairs, "notice" her and do exaggerated EC/BL shit when I do. She immediately is kind of weirded out. As I walk up, she more and more averts her EC. I know it's blown, but want to plow.
"Hey I know it's kind of random, but I think you're gorgeous and want to meet you."
She says "Uhhhhhh" in a really "I'm weirded out way" as I sit down across from her table. (DO NOT LOCK IN WITHOUT THE FTC FUUCCKCCK) She says that she's having an interview, so I guess she was waiting for an interviewer.
I say "Right, that sounds like something really important, and I wouldn't want to mess that up." I eject then, even though I should have plowed.
The reason I post this up is twofold:
-Solo day time sarge, plus it was LEGIT day game. I was on my way to do something, it wasn't me going to the mall and sarging.
-Broke up my Oblivion haze.
Lessons learned:
-Be more subtle about approaching.
-Plow from a place of confidence (i.e. waiting for her to realize that she's fucking up by not accepting the advances of a cool guy)
-I CAN DO DAY GAME SOLO
Non-Glory Times
A lot of guys ask me "Hey, p1an0, as a beginner to the game, what's the fastest way to kill off my game and really lose a handle on my love life once and for all?"
The answer is simple: Play Oblivion: The Elder Scrolls IV.
This game has it all: hours of minimally rewarding grinding, an immersive reality to replace the boring and depressing reality of real life, cool spells, and lots of dark areas so you need to close all the windows and shut out natural light to avoid glare.
I'd say that a regimen of Oblivion could get rid of an Approach Non-Anxiety SP in about a week. You will be afraid to talk to girls (and all non-Orcs) in ANY situation, so you can finally feel like you don't have an option in your love life.
Some really cool PU techniques in here, like:
-trying to cast charm spells on chicks when you chat em after an Oblivion sesh
-achieving a truly granite marble skin tone
-impressing chicks with my Intelligence and Endurance stats. I'm a machine, baby. My character will rock your world!
-"I'm a Sex Daedra Overlord, and I'll send your pussy straight to an Oblivion gate!"
-isolation and depression
LULZ
I didn't go to a BAB thing @ Felt last night because I was too busy levelling up my mage character. Every time I type something about the game itself, I feel lamer and dorkier, so I'll keep on doing that to get myself out of this obnoxious headspace. I was up until 5:30 am playing that shit this morning.
I am addicted.
First thing I'm going to do is get this handled.
No posts have been made in the last few days because nothing has happened. I post only as much as I do and learn.
The answer is simple: Play Oblivion: The Elder Scrolls IV.
This game has it all: hours of minimally rewarding grinding, an immersive reality to replace the boring and depressing reality of real life, cool spells, and lots of dark areas so you need to close all the windows and shut out natural light to avoid glare.
I'd say that a regimen of Oblivion could get rid of an Approach Non-Anxiety SP in about a week. You will be afraid to talk to girls (and all non-Orcs) in ANY situation, so you can finally feel like you don't have an option in your love life.
Some really cool PU techniques in here, like:
-trying to cast charm spells on chicks when you chat em after an Oblivion sesh
-achieving a truly granite marble skin tone
-impressing chicks with my Intelligence and Endurance stats. I'm a machine, baby. My character will rock your world!
-"I'm a Sex Daedra Overlord, and I'll send your pussy straight to an Oblivion gate!"
-isolation and depression
LULZ
I didn't go to a BAB thing @ Felt last night because I was too busy levelling up my mage character. Every time I type something about the game itself, I feel lamer and dorkier, so I'll keep on doing that to get myself out of this obnoxious headspace. I was up until 5:30 am playing that shit this morning.
I am addicted.
First thing I'm going to do is get this handled.
No posts have been made in the last few days because nothing has happened. I post only as much as I do and learn.
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