The Adventures of Warlock!

I’m surprised I am still conscious from this past weekend. This weekend was a bit of adventure of self discovery. Thursday was a bit uneventful, I hung out a little with Martyr which I had not seen for a while. Opened a few sets and built attraction but went home with wood. I blamed it on Thursday and how I tend to be rusty on Thursday nights.

Friday turned out to be the mother of all days this weekend. Fred canceled which left me a little blue. We get to Plunge and soon discover that the genie is out of the bottle, the place is swarmed with PUA’s. Sure allot of our buddies like Distant Light, Summa, and Adonis are there but there are allot of aggressive chodes walking around and worst of all Ruskie Douche had hit Plunge. Ruskie Douche is a PUA I met a while back, Raven and I got stuck with him for an evening. At first he seemed cool but as the night wore on so did he on our nerves. He is very arrogant and annoying not to mention obnoxious. He has good attraction game but is needy as fuck and also outcome orientated.

Anyway Ruskie Douche is at plunge and I have always kept myself civil around him. I don’t like to be a dick if I don’t have to. I may not like Ruskie Douche but other than being an ass he never gave me reason to hate the guy. Well tonight he would.

Two women walked into plunge a blond and brunet. Both were very hot. Every chode froze to stare at them. Every woman studied them as a potential threat. The blond scanned the room with no expression, she was a shark. You could tell she knew what she was doing. She had her blackberry in her hands and a list of numbers that ended in the square root of pie. The brunet smiled. She knew she was hot, she knew the power she had but she got no satisfaction from it. She was made of social steel and would not fall apart at the sight of a neg. These were She-Wolves running in a pair, cutting through the club like a hot knife through butter (cliché i know), they owned this club.

Distant Light approached and engaged them for a while but ejected. Oh well, I walked around and did some quick sets while the She-Wolves were being flocked. Did a few sets, got blown out a bit, choded around the club then I saw the She-Wolves being talked to by two older business type chodes. The blond was bored. She walked around looking at the view. Without thinking I went over and said.

“Okay we need to fix this.”

“What?”

“Dude you look so fucking bored”

She chuckles and were off. I just basically interrogate the poor girl. Turns out shes from LA and is a student. I’m in rapport hell. I don’t know where this is going and I don’t see any reaction from this girl other than just talking. I want to jump off the balcony. Then suddenly…

“Ey! Iz diz Gurl from L.A?!” I hear from behind me in a Russian accent.

WTF? What the hell is wrong with Ruskie Douche! Why would anyone try to come into a single set? I turn and give me the Penance Stare “YEAH SHE IS!!” I shout at him annoyed and turn my back to him to continue my conversation with the blond who smirks.

I am then introduced to the other she wolf. Her name is Taylor and it turns out shes a sweet heart. I wind up blowing out the two older chodes. Taylor interrogates me, looking back she actually was subtly shit testing me. By asking me who i liked musically and then saying she hated that band to see if I would change my opinion. The blond on the other hand tries to get my attention and even asks me if I’m gay. I give a weird look like “uh no”. Oh I just thought so cause your so stylish she replies with her monotone voice. I fucked up I think. I talk to Taylor and find out her dad wrote the book Timeline that was made into a movie. I was pretty unimpressed since I hate Paul Walker (seriously what is up with this man and the word Bro, he uses it like every 20 seconds!).

Anyway I decide to eject when the blond grabs my arm and says “where are you going?”, I’m thrown by this I honestly was blind in this set. These girls are from L.A they are pro’s in the social world. I put way to much value in them, essentially I blinded myself. I tell her I’m going to find my friends and she pouts then she goes in for the kiss. Thinking shes going for the cheek, I give it to her. She was going for the fucking mouth.

NOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!!! I scream in my head.

I try to kiss her on the mouth. I get the cheek. Its just becomes a cluster fuck goodbye. I wind up getting her number though. As soon as I turn Ruskie Douche jumps in, he was being a vulture while I was in set. He goes straight for Taylor.

As I’m walking I bump into Distant Light. He tells me Ruskie Douche jumped into his set and tooled him. Thats it, I have had it I think to myself, this bastard is going down. As if like magic suddenly The Judge appears with Golden.

The Imperial March is playing as they walk. They are dressed in black. They are lords of the cock, I can feel their intensity of their dark and forbidden powers from 5 feet away. Lights seem to dim as they walk by. Golden immediately turns to me and his eyes are on fire with intent, I feel the chode inside me scream in fear. He tells me to go back in the she-wolf set, my ego screams in protest. But then I get a dark and devilish idea. I grab The Judge and introduce him to Taylor. I see Ruskie Douche give a face of terror. As I walk by, he grabs me and and whispers in my ear “I HATE You! Why did you bring him into my set?”.

I give him a confused look. At this point Golden swoops in and pulls us both away. Golden tells Ruskie to leave him alone that its his set. Ruskie Douche almost starts to cry. “Nooooooooooo Itz MY SET!!!”.

Golden laughs in his face and says “Not anymore dude!”

Ruskie is pissed and jumps back into the set. Taylor gives me a look saying “Oh no not this guy again” and begin to man handle The Judge. The Judge is doing pretty well against this guy but hes like kamikaze hes wrecking the set and himself. Taylor gives me this look of “What the fuck is going on?” and “Man this is lame”. Then Ruskie Douche does a move I have never seen anyone do, he grabs The Judges dick! The Judge pushes back Ruskie Douche and tells him politely not to touch him. A few minutes later The Judge ejects because Ruskie Douche whispers in his ear to please leave “his” set. The Judge felt pity for him and left.

Ruskie didn’t learn his lesson because he later wrecked both Golden’s set and Steve’s set, he spent the rest of the night stalking Taylor and trying to AMOG guys.

The Judge tried to make me AMOG him by telling me to pull Taylor away but I didn’t have the conviction when I tried so I was denied and wound up looking pretty chode. Some other guys then swooped in and were all over Taylor and the blond (one guy even got on the floor to talk to the blond since she was crouched over on her phone…Jesus that was pretty needy).

I then lost a make out with a girl because she was drunk and I went chode. This chick is all over me hugging me, kissing my cheek, dancing for me and I let her go because he friend was sober and I didn’t want to seem like a creep. Fucking moron.

That night the Judge gave me a talk about how you need to be polarizing in sets. How you need to truly not give a shit and just be intense. Her later disappeared like Obi-One after he said this. I suddenly felt a wind of inspiration and just began to approach like crazy, and really direct. One girl was this hottie Asian who I went from telling her she was adorable to just being flat out sexy. I could tell that at points she was uncomfortable with my frankness but I just didn’t care and wound up flipping it and getting her number. I then got a kiss from a hottie who was being dragged around by her friend.

By the end Raven and I walked home, I remember Raven telling me that is was a bad night because once again he was going home with wood. I told him that he was crazy because he made out with a girl that night. I have now come to see allot of Ravens points.

The next day I am online just farting around thinking about the night before when I decide to look up Taylors dad who wrote the book Timeline, I type it in and this is the name that pops up.

Michael Crichton

Wait, Taylors dad is Michael Crichton? The Michael Crichton? They guy who wrote Jurassic Park?!I do a Google image search and find the following pictures of Taylor

(by the way she looks even better now…she got some work done plus she died her hair)

Holy mother of god!

Saturday I wound up hanging out with Fred and Caramel. I was happy that they got along and we wound up sarging in Plunge for a bit. I wound up being bought a drink by a girl and kissed. The chick was a little weird though, she would go from aggressive to passive on a drop of a dime. I wound up number closing her but I don’t know if I will call her. Anyway I decide to by her a drink since she got me one. While I’m at the bar, Ruskie Douche walks in and sees me. He sarcastically bows and says “Why hello Warlock! Next time you pull shit with me, you say it to my face!” and starts to walk off. I tell him “Whatever dude” and “Theres no need to be an asshole” He hesitates and I think he debated on whether to pursue the situation or not, he chose the latter.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, we hung out with Saad and Achilles at Sutton Place were the womens bitch shields were sky high. The sarging at Sutton and the surrounding bars made me realize how in my comfort zone I am. I’m so used to being in Plunge where the women are blatantly there to be gamed that if you put me in a bar that is loud, crowded and full of chodes I will stall out. Thats complete bullshit on my part. I need to be able to sarge anywhere. I cant be intimidated anymore. I need to get used to any environment.

Sunday turned into a complete disaster. Caramel was more whinny than usual. I have decided to ban her from sarging for a while due to her behavior. Raven wound up bailing early in the night to meet up with a Brazilian girl (cant blame the guy, hes really getting his shit together) and Martyr who met up with us, decided to invite The Undertaker out even though he knows that neither Caramel or I like spending any time with him.

I was so in my head that I was not approaching. I did one set and it went really well. But turns out the girl was with her boyfriend. When Martyr said he was inviting The Undertaker I bailed on them. Only to realize that I was now alone and unable to approach. Why is that? Why do I need the baby blanket of a wing even if I approach alone. I tried calling everyone I knew but no one would come out. I wandered the streets of meatpacking, thinking about my game. I actually met up with Caramel and we hit a dinner. Then called it a night (funny turned out that Mystery and Lovedrop eventually went to Plunge later that night)

I realized that I have been choding out in my game. I have not been going for the close. I have hit a success barrier. My mind is freaking out because it does not like change and I am changing my life. I realize this because I am not really going for the close. I am going to the same place over and over. I still care about what other people think of me.

This is unacceptable.

This all came to a head on Monday while I read The Judges 30 day challenge thread. I felt the power and nimbus oozing off this page. I felt the furry or Berserker Rage. I was furious at myself for being a chode, for allowing my inner chode to still live. I must destroy it. I need to push sets to the limit. I need to get up in girls grill. I need to say insane stuff that will either shock or amaze. I called Golden and like a madman recounted my revelation my new mission of getting drinks thrown at me and punches to my face. I was a crazed madman drunk with furry.

Golden told me that I need to step up, everything else is in place. I just need to step up and take what I want.

I spoke to Raven and we have decided to upgrade to 4 nights a week. Jesus, God help NYC….