The Battle Continues…
Saturday turned out to be a complete flip from Friday. We hit Plunge thinking that we would wind up bouncing but when we got there we were greeted like celebrities from the staff. The hot blond bartender looked at us and said
“Let me guess guys water?”
“Only your best my dear!” I smiled and joked back.
As we walked around we bumped into The Judge! He was with a cute German girl, it was so funny because at first they acted like they were on a date and then things started changing and The Judge was openly tounging her down in front of everyone. Fred and I were trying to have a conversation while this was going down but it was a sham. It went something like this…
Me: So…um…looks…uh…like…a good…nigh
Fred: Yeah….uh….thats..er…awsome
Me:…..right…
We then bumped into the RSD kids. Fred decided to sarge these Asian chicks who did not speak English he went in guns blazing and dominated that set. We were all cheering he owned that set, it was allot of fun to watch him. I felt like a mama bird who is seeing its chick fly.
At first I was finding it really hard to sarge. I kept having problems getting conversations going and getting in my head. I was getting ticked off at myself. I kept trying to use it. In sets I was not escalating, kinoing or doing role playing.
Then Plunge started to fill up with more and more people
I put down an empty glass on one of the sofas when this hot Asian cougar sits down right on it, she grabs me an begins asking me gibberish. I look at her and just kiss her. Shes cracking up and suddenly I am grabbed by another cougar this time a blond. ‘m thinking “oh boy I’m going to get hassled.” but shes also plastered and is talking nonsense so I kiss her and she is shocked because shes married and starts talking about her husband I ignore this and begin talking over her but I’m pulled away by the Asian.
The words coming out of this womans mouth were so stupid.
Me: what happened to your hand? (pointing toward a brace)
Her: Thats for you to know and for me to find out
Me: What?
Finally a third friend comes and pulls both of them away, Jason had been talking to blond and also kissed her just to freak her out. We were both cracking up. So yeah two kiss closes, back to back. Not bad but I realize now that after this happened I fell into a not pushing my comfort mentality. I pretty much thought to myself. Oh well I got two kisses I’m good, I don’t have to really push myself too hard, I can go home with wood and the good feeling. Which is complete bullshit. I began sarging like crazy, I remember one memorable set was a girl who I told this…
Me: You know what I’m making you my girlfriend for the night
Her: I have a boyfriend
Me: Thats cool, for our first date I think we should go to the balcony
~She laughs~
Me: I’m going to cherish you, ill write you poetry and hold you in the moonlight it will be awesome.
I didn’t push it further than the role playing but she kept telling me I was funny and giggling. I bailed early. I did a few more sets got a Brazilians number. Jason also did pretty well he sarged a girl who looks like the Kat Dennings.
I also ran into Achilles who was sarging two girls. I wound up sarging this on anorexic looking blond. I kept feeling up her ass. I also picked her up and swung her around. She was loving it but the friend pulled her away before I could get the kiss. Still got her number.
Toward the end of the night Fred and I just started getting silly we did our best imitation of annoying myspace girls you see in clubs
We called it a night after this, Fred and I hit a dinner in the elevator we started talking to two girls, we began to sell them on the dinner, we were doing really well. But we couldn’t quite get it. Still they looked disappointed that they had to see their roommate who worked in a bar. Still I got a hug out of it.
These are the kinds of night I love were we all have fun. We just goof off and sarge. The sets that work, really work and the ones that suck are horrible but funny as hell. Still I need to start really pushing myself harder. I need to go for make outs not being satisfied with just kisses.
Rough Nights and British Kisses
It was a rough weekend. This weekend was another testament of how persistent I am becoming. I have been talking on the boards about how bad you need to want it. How bad do you want that change in your life, its your drive, your fuel. Because believe me I have realized that you can progress allot but when you get to that cosmic barrier, where its the point of no return, the deep identity change thats when your brain starts to freak out on you.
You start to get complacent. You don’t push yourself. But on to my report.
Thursday was 9/11 I did not expect to get any action at all. In fact I sort of felt a sense of dark glee at the fact that we were out trying to get laid on the one day that is a mood killer. We hit quite a few venues and hung out with Mix who is a very cool fellow. We were trying to entertain ourselves, on the way out I spot these two older women, they look pretty…well just not pretty. You could tell these women were hard core coke whore party girls in their youth and still thought they were 10’s. But in reality they were now a 6.
I said Hi and immediately I knew they would give us shit. They tried to treat us like crap but every insult they threw at us was a joke.
Raven: Where you guys headed?
Skank: Not were your going
Me: Oh i know that place, it sucks.
We hit a few more venues that were dead when Mix recommended Hiro a club in the meat packing district, we headed over and were forced to pay a 10 buck cover which wasn’t so bad (normally its 15).
Hiro was pretty cool, it had an Asian style with barely any Asians in it. This place was full, the only other club I have ever been to in NYC was china club which my first encounter with racism and one of my best crash and burn in my chode days, the infamous adventure with Super Chode at APT and my early adventures in Webster Hall or Grope Hall as I like to call it.
Another fun fact about this place was that it had huge screen and it would show pictures of people on a moving platform doing crazy poses. Turns out if you went to the balcony of the club you could take a picture and have it play on the screen, in other words instant date.
I bumped into Kydd from the forums, awesome guy. The man was sarging a hottie, got to love Kydd he always has good taste and knows what he wants. His height also is very attractive to women, I see allot of girls just staring at him from afar.
For the entire night I was having a hard time getting out of my head. I felt very stifled when we hit Hiro we all realized that standard game we use at Plunge would not work. We had to get more aggressive. I wound up high fiving girls. This turned out to be a good screener. Women who high fived me back were fun and energetic those who didn’t were stuck up or just too serious.
But then the curse took hold. Kydd mentioned that since I was standing by the bathroom I would be confused with security. Next thing I know every girl is asking me questions like “how do i get a table?” “were are the bathrooms”.
Finally I got ticked and grabbed the first hottie I saw, the dominance I showed there was amazing. This girl was loving it but then I choded out. It fizzled and it was gone, although I got some kisses out of it. I walked out and went home considering work was only in 4 hours time.
Friday turned out to be the worst. Fred came into the city and we hit Plunge which was completely dead. We spoke to the bartenders and did a few sets which went no where. So we bounced to Park which turned out to be okay, on the way there we bumped into Shiz who was now dressed like a emo rocker. He even wore mascara, he was freaking out. I looked at him and just got pissed.
This dude was the man when we went out. Now he was acting like a chode which I knew he wasnt. So interrupted him while he was talking chodeness to me.
Me: (angry) What the fuck is this?
Shiz: huh?
Me: What is this chode shit?
Shiz: Whats a chode
Me: This pity party. Your not a fucking chode, stop acting like one. When we went out
you were the man, this right here is bullshit, its chode shit. Sarge mother fucker.
That helped him a bit. While we were at park, I shoved him into sets and tried to push Fred into sets too but he has having none of that. I started to realize I was pushing Fred too hard, once Fred decides not to do something he wont do it, end of story. Raven got a little annoyed with me for being so pushy with Shiz but Shiz wound up thanking me.
We then jumped to Washington Square park but as usual it was a waste of time. All through out this we were opening sets like crazy, most of them would fizzle out though. Finally we wound but back at Plunge and it was popping but all of us could not get into state. Fred wound up calling it quit early and Raven and I hit the balcony and began to crash, our energy was gone. Raven tried to open sets as they walked by but he was dead tired. Then a British cougar passed by I claw her (weakly i might add due to the lack of energy) but managed to get a kiss close. In hindsight I should have gone for the make out but seriously my mind was putty. Then she got dragged away.
After that I winged Jason on a Spaniard cougar set but they were not pretty, I felt no interest other than speaking to them in Spanish. Jason tried to go for the make out but was denied. And they soon took off.
The Douche Bouncer came up to us and we finally made friends with him, it only took us 2 months of trying but I think we got him close to our side. Well at least hes being nice to use.
Raven I then called it a night cause it was obvious that we couldn’t do anything which was a shame because it was that magical time of night when women are more open (i.e drunk) and sets open with ease. I soon passed out on the train ride home. I was proud of myself, I was not deterred from my mission of pushing it and realized that If i keep doing this, I will wind up breaking the cosmic wall.
Saturday Night Claw
It was Saturday morning….or rather afternoon. I look over at my clock, its flashing 2pm I groan and get up to turn off my air conditioner. And like the true internet junkie turn on my computer and let the screens load as I do my usual “morning” tasks. One of the websites I hit is facebook, I do Internet game when I get the chance, its like bonus rounds. Well turns out the girl from that Friday accepted my friendship which is pretty sweet and then I almost choke on my cereal.
Micheal Crithon’s daughter has accepted my facebook friendship. I quickly go through her pictures which are insanely sexy. Like this one…
Then I find the hot blond in her friends list and add her
20 minutes later she accepts. Man what an awesome way to start the day. I call Fred because hes feeling down and talk game. We talk about his progress which is allot and his sticking points. I wind up like usual going on a rambling rant about the game topic of the day which is value and how we tend to give ours away or think that some women have more value than us when the fact is everyone has the same value. Thats one thing Ozzie told us at the conference which had a big impact on me. He told us this story.
“On a boot camp we saw a fat man in a club and he had a champagne bottle and his arms around two turbo 9’s, now if you saw that would you say that man had allot of social value or little social value?”
Everyone answers allot.
“Well we sarged his girls and it turns out that those girls were walking down the street earlier that evening and that guy came up in a limo and invited them out. He bought them drinks and drove them around everywhere and payed for table service. He was just dropping money on them. But we wound up taking his girls away from him without spending a dime. So now the fat man is walking around the club with just a bottle of champagne by himself does he still have high value?”
“Fuck no” everyone says
“See everyone has the same value in the club, in the club allot of fake value is thrown around so don’t by into it. Go in knowing that everyone has the same value.”
This info was one of those bits that really made my head go click and my game improve.
Anyway back to my report, that night we met up Fred and hit Park. It was a little dead and like the Plunge junkies we were all itching to go back. So we bounced from Park and hit Plunge which sucked. Seriously it seemed pretty played out that night and the magic was gone. So we bounced back to Park.
On the way there Fred started singing Back Street Boys, so we began to sing the gayest songs possible. I went with ABBA a classic and Raven sang some InSync. We were entertaining ourself but I was insanely stifled. We hit Park and it was now a lively atmosphere full of allot of women. I approached but sets would fizzle pretty quickly, I felt down.
Fred then pushed me to keep opening and I did. It was fizzle after fizzle until I saw a cute asian and I hear myself go “ Yes thats for me”. I dominated, I called her over and had her giggling and the attraction was there. I felt awesome and then I let her go. Fucking ego!
We hung out a bit more, I opened a few more sets that went no where. Hung out with Martyr and another Asian PUA. Then we bounced to Gaslight (we tried Cuban place but it was too early the place was still a restaurant) I figured we should push our comfort and destroy our egos. Well this is when things get funny, Fred opens these two 7’s and they immediately start tooling him. He ejects annoyed and I jump in.
Me: Hey, what do you guys do?
Girl: (sarcastically)I work in the circus
Me: Oh bearded lady huh?
She shrieks and slaps me IN THE FACE!!!
I just start laughing which causes them to laugh, massive attraction from the bearded lady but I follow it up with chode questions and I start to loose it and they start giving me more shit. So I’m like screw this, these girls are not hot enough to be pulling this crap.
We leave the bar of doom known as gaslight and head back to Plunge.
Its okay, we open a few sets they go okay but quickly fizzle out. Then I spot an insanely hot Asian girl this chick was a 8, she was very hot. I open her and she immediately starts talking to me but Fred is so overtaken by intent he takes over my set. I honestly didn’t give a shit, I was just happy he was starting to really show some balls. He had her and I was now with the cute friend but as always the lesser cute of the pair is always a bitch and man this girl was in my face.
She starts calling me a liar or questioning me. I realize I’m jumping through her hoops but by this point its too late, I am done for. Fred said I was in bad when i started talking to her since i opened her friend not her. That could be a factor.
Anyway the Asian girl is drunk and like every drunk girl she has ADD and she bails. For the first time since I have started hanging with Fred I saw a different side to him. I saw the furry, he was so pissed. I told him to go back in, he questioned it and I grabbed him and screamed “FURRY!!!”. He goes in and immediately starts clawing her but he decides to pull back and once again shes distracted and some guys comes in and swoops them both away.
I realized that drunk girls need to get escalated in turbo or else your done.
I started to crash at this point, I was getting more and more tired and so was Raven. We decided to call it a night. I see Asian hottie talking to two chodes. I walk over grab her and drag her away. Shes loving it I say my good byes and she is hugging me and kissing my cheeks. Also playing with my hat. I then grab Fred and drag him over.
I start to tell her that she needs to be nice to him and watch out for him. I don’t want ugly skanky girls to take advantage of him. She is flipping out, totally into this. I make them hug. Fred is freaking the fuck out, hes not used to such attention. But shes so into it, I know he could have made out with her. It was so there.
I leave hoping that hes going to push it forward but i look and shes once again alone. Fred said he was uncomfortable. I felt bad but I knew that I probably pushed him to hard. Sarging can be easy or it can be hard, if your a person who isn’t used to getting attention thrown on them, its pretty terrifying to now be the center of the room.
Still I’m really impressed by Fred, hes come such a long way. When I first met him he couldn’t open girls let alone touch them. Little by little hes getting used to the scene and man hes going to be a force to be reckoned with.
Raven and I bail, we hit a dinner and just relax and eat. We talk about our game and Raven says we need to upgrade to 4 day sarging. Hes right we need to step it up. I just hope my body can take it.
Weekend Adventures
I hate Mondays. Do you know why? Its because I come out of the weekend all recharged and happy. I’m loving life, I feel like the man. Then I go to work and I am systematically broken down until I am a shell of the man I was. I wind up in a corner of my apartment in the fetal position going “I’m so chode…I’m so chode…”
Thursday was a blur. I was in state bouncing around Plunge sarging girls like crazy. Thats the problem with writing these reports during the work week, Thursday and Friday seem to blur. I know Thursday I spent it sarging up a storm. My first interaction was the most memorable. I saw this Indian cutey by the bar with her friend, I suddenly felt the intent and hear Tim in my head go “Yes! That’s for you David!” I remember almost having this chode thought of “you know Dave your talking to your friends…maybe we shouldn’t” and quickly saying “Fuck that!” I bolt over and introduce myself. I have the intent, I have the furry and boom I immediately felt the click. I asked a few chode questions and kept kinoing but it wasn’t hard kino, I don’t know why maybe it was since it was my first set, but lately I am having trouble doing hard kino at the begging on the night and I don’t go too into role playing with my targets.
Anyway I wind up doing something I don’t normally do. I lead! I lead this chick to the balcony to show her the clubs. Turns out she’s new to NYC and is a lawyer. I was doing rapport allot, I need to start burning sets and pushing the limits of my reality. Anyway at one point I felt I could have gone for the kiss but I missed my window for not jumping. I got her e-mail (shes new in town) and had her begging me to e-mail her, then I got a peck on the mouth, I tried to go for the make out but she stopped me with “we just met!”. And poof she was gone. I e-mailed her on Sunday and she responded to today, she wants a day 2 so horrah!
Most of the rest of the interactions went well although they fizzled out a bit. I remember two hotties who were probably the hottest girls in the club. They were validation seekers and the lesser cutey of the two was throwing me shit tests galore (why is it always the lass attractive one thats the ass). Let me get all analytical here when I say that what killed me in that set was that I thought she was very valuable because she was hot. So I put her above me and I showed lower value which of course killed me in the end.
I can recall specifically when it happened. I had done a stupid guessing game. I let her win which was chode. Then she asked what she won and I went full chode and said a hug. It was the equivalent in game of putting a gun to my temple and pulling the trigger. Done I was done for.
Raven almost kissed his girl, she gave him the window and he didn’t go for it. I also remember pushing my comfort zone and dancing with a hot older Asian cougar. I had no idea what I was doing, my ego was screaming to eject but I made myself stay and work it. Then it got creepy and she left, dragging away her friends who were in sets with the RSD kids.
I had a blast Thursday, I pushed my comfort and had a ball doing it.
Friday turned out to be insane. It was the newbie sarge and all the PUA’s were there. The place was packed since they closed half the club for a private party. It actually worked to our advantage since the turbos had no place to go. I sarged this French girl who looked like Gwen Stacey and number closed her, we actually had a decent conversation about comics and European comic artists. That’s a first, I really should call her again this week (tried on the weekend got voice mail, oh well). I tried to kino her but she resisted and she found the role playing weird. Maybe I wasn’t doing it right, like waiting for a reaction.
I then spot this hottie walk past me.
I immediately claw her in and ask her who she is. She introduces herself and I tell her she cant leave me or I will be sad. She grips my hand hard. This is a good sign I think to myself. Shes a with a fatty who smiles and I make a joke that’s makes the fatty laugh.
They walk away I don’t think anything of it and I game some Canadian sisters. One is digging me the other is a complete loon. Every question we ask her she acts like is the weirdest question in the world. I almost ask her what she’s on. (next time I should, like Tim says no filter) but don’t and go chode trying for rapport with druggie sis.
I eject prematurely which is lame because the sister makes a comment about us ditching them. To be honest I should have said, well you got your sis to blame there sweetie. Seriously I would not put Raven or any of the RSD kids or any PUA with that druggie sis of doom.
Suddenly I see the turbo, she comes up to me, I say hi, chat a little when she grabs my face and plant a kiss on my mouth. I tell her is that all to which she replies she cant give me everything now. This is when I slowly start to go chode and loose my state. My brain is going nuts over how this chick is feeling me up and pecking me but she wont make out which has thrown my noggin for a spin because we cant forward so it starts to go back and suddenly I’m Space Ace, I’m back to being Dexter and I’m asking chode questions.
The fatty then grabs me and starts talking to me. I make a stupid comment about how she should kiss me too when boom she plans one on me. Now I have the fatty all over me. I see Love Pirate and remember hes always wanted to be with a black girl and a fatty so I give him his perfect combo. But horn ball fatty is not satisfied she keeps clawing at me, trying to kiss me so I excuse myself and leave the room. At this point I had lost turbo, she wont kino me anymore and shes kissing other PUA’s like Hiro and Loren.
The Judge then arrives but he’s out of state, he hates plunge and it shows. I decide to help him and give him the Nimbus Juice also known as 6 Hour Power drink, this shit mixed with Red bull is what I drink and lets me stay up all night awake and in the zone. I call it my nimbus juice.
The Judge drinks it and 15 minutes later he is sweating like crazy and I see the glitter of state in his eye. “Holy crap this is the shit!” he tells me.
Suddenly I feel the desire to leave, I want to protect my ego. I don’t want to fail with the turbo so I decide that if I leave the venue I can keep my precious ego by going on a high note so I wouldn’t have considered it a fizzle. So fucking lame.
So the Judge, Raven and Steve head to the bar of doom Gaslight. At this point I figure its good to push my comfort, well Gaslight was everything its always been doom. Blow out after blow out and the place was chalk full of cock. Bars like this are usually frequented by 7’s who seek validation so they will usually try to tool you from the word go.
We leave the Judge and Steve as they sarge a two set. And suddenly as we walk out, it starts to rain. As we both run to the Cuban club Son de Cubano we see that they are making people wait out in the rain!
Fuck that we huddle in the shade with the other clubbers and try to sarge two Irish girls that fizzles quicker than pop rocks.
We run to beat the rain and find shelter under a part of Gaslight. Theres this club girl and she is asking me directions, I’m giving it to her and and I start speaking slow and seductively, her voice lowers and matches mine. I start to feel like its on and I tell her I think shes adorable, she kind of snaps out of it and says that shes talking to her boyfriend on the phone and I suddenly turn chode and go “awesome dude!” and high five her. Fucking Space Ace Game….
Anyway we get caught in the rain cause the guys at Gaslight wont let us back in and kick us out of the corners. Complete tools.
We run back to Plunge and head up. Only to see the turbo now all over Loren and the Fatty clawing at me. I kept hearing Ozzie’s speech about how you have to watch out for the fatty. For an instant I thought about pulling the fatty but I told myself no. I did not get in this game to bang Fatties. I did that for years and hated it.
By the way may I take a moment here to say this about fatties, when I use the term fatty to describe a girl it doesn’t have to do with just her weight. It also has to do with the fact that I feel no attraction toward her due to her personality. I have sarged girls who have a few extra pounds, physical is about 60% of attraction to me the other 40% is personality. There have been girls who from looks alone are a 9 but suddenly they open their mouth and boom there now a 7. If a girls a bitch or boring I’m not putting up with it.
Anyway back to Friday. So I watch as Love Pirate and Loren walk out the door with both girls. My ego is rather bruised. Love Pirate was raving about Lorens game and I’ll be honest was jealous. The turbo had told him she wanted to suck his dick. He was the man of the hour and had the turbo all over him to prove it.
I’m glad this happened. It made me realize how my ego is still ragging. I mean I didn’t get in this to get prestige, I did it to get laid by quality women. I must kill the ego.
5 minutes later they both come back.
Love Pirate said they lived in Long Island so they bailed.
What…the…fuck?
Regardless, we sarge some more. I wind up getting another number from a girl out of San Fran. I dug this girl even if she had a vice grip. Seriously this girl clamp down hard when she shook your hand. I think she dug me or I could be confusing being smashed as the doggy dinner bowl look.
Anyway Achilles arrived and as always we had silly fun. I really enjoy Achilles company, he just brings silly fun to the sarge, I always get in a good mood when hes around. Love Pirate is on the prowl now as its very late in the night. Hes going after his pray like a shark. Hes doing pretty good but I’ve seen him better, L.P I think has intense game when hes not focusing on the set rather than when hes just enjoying the night.
Well its late and Achilles and I leave with a fellow Flawless Natural alumni who’s name escapes me at this point. Anyway this dude is very cool, we talk about his boot camp and our mutual friend Rudey. Achilles sarges these two cuteys as they walk to their car, we wins them over but it doesn’t go anywhere.
Achilles and I walk to Pen Station, its a long walk and my leg is aching but It was nice to relax and talk about game and life in general. Achilles is truly a cool human being. He knows whats important and its not girls, girls are like donuts of the plate called life, their fun to eat but their not the main course.
He jumps on his train to Long Island and I wait for my train for the Bronx. I see this Spanish girl sitting down and she looks at me and smiles. It’s on. I’m falling a sleep as shes talking to me and I don’t care. I get her number and give her mine.
I smile as I crawl into a taxi to take me on the last leg of the way home. What an adventure and the weekend isn’t even over…
What My Game Looks Like…
This is how my game looks like now
And this is how I want my game to look like
Questions?
AMOG Battles, Ruskie Douche & Success Barriers AKA Kill Your Inner Chode
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….
My Feelings Toward Joe D Today
So I decided to post my current feelings on the bootcamp I took with Joe Doyle back in late June. This is what I posted:
“Yeah Joes a cool guy and all but a few things
1) Once Joe got my money it was almost impossible to set a date for the bootcamp, He didnt respond to e-mails or phone calls, Had to have Blitz intervine twice for him to call me back.
2) I felt Joe was unprepared to deal with my issues as a student. At one point he even asked me what he should do to help me. When your instructor asks you that you know your in trouble.
3) Joe tended to make things worse for me at times. Like telling me things while I was sarging like “You need to start buying bigger clothes” or “I’ve done everything I can to get your energy up and every other student I’ve done that with has worked your the only one that it hasn’t worked on, I’m at a loss” While I appreciate candor, things like this should be said AFTER your sarge night not during because it made me freak out and get in my head.
4) Joe refused to do Day Game, he just repeated what was on the show because he said he hated day game and felt that it was incongruent with me, I got the impression that he was worried that If I did day game I would get blown out, ruin the high I had and I would be unsatisfied.
5) At the end of the first night I felt Joe gave up on me, he told me about the venusian arts return policy and emphasized that I would not get a refund if I did not follow their system. At the time I felt like he was covering his bases and he was giving up on me as a student.
6) Joe did two demos, one was approaching two girls at a bar with one of his pivots. He made them laugh then ejected, the other was a stripper, he did close but he went for the e-mail instead of a number. I found both the demos kind of disappointing considering I have seen other PUA’s who are non instructors due more impressive sarges.
7) Sometimes I wondered about Joes advice, for example when he told me I needed to be high energy in set, I asked him how to do that and he told just to do it. When i pressed him because I found his answer stupid, he started doing the shrink thing (which i hate by the way) which is answering a question with a question “well what do you think?”. He told me to “have fun” and to “just be high energy” I remember thinking that if I could just flip a switch in my head to make me high energy and have fun I would not be taking the bootcamp. Besides how can I have fun when…
A) I am self concious due to Joe’s clothes comment
B) I am freaking out because while were at bootcamp or saying things like “out of all my students, your not getting it”
I had to pick all the venues we were going to as well as back up venues, for example on Friday we started at Plunge but due to the rain Joes pivots wanted to leave so we left Plunge and I had to come up with alternative venues (which were voided when his pivots bailed on us). Joe was also specific in his venues needs which kind of left me at a loss he wanted to go to more of a club enviorment when I most of the places I know about are loungues. At one point we almost went to Webster Hall (I was at a loss for clubs) and at the last minute Joe told me we would not go there because his friends who would be going out with us told him Webster Hall was lame. We wound up at park which luckly everyone enjoyed and there was actually a decent night.
9) Joe said he would teach me Dance Floor game but I didnt learn anything. He didnt teach anything and seemed to make excuses. He made statements like “yeah dance flloor game is hard and not fit for you”.
To sum up, while I did enjoy my time with Joe, I feel that my 2 grand could have been better spent. I have had success after the bootcamp but its been by doing direct game and non routine systems which is what I was doing before. I would have asked for my money back but I felt that I wouldnt have gotten it back because it could have come down to just Venusian arts saying “I didnt try hard enough”. Its a expensive lesson learned.”
Joe’s probably gonna be pissed or he will just blow me off as a guy who wanted a magic pill. I’m honestly hopping he doesn’t respond because its really just my honest opinions of his teaching style. I hope he doesn’t take it as a slam but actually maybe thinks if I might have a some points.
I don’t blame Joe completely on the failure of my bootcamp I know my AA had a hand in the outcome of the weekend. But I keep thinking that at times Joe’s actions made it worse and he just had no clue with dealing with it. I felt like he wrote me off, after the first night.
Yes the second night was better but did I get to that next level in my game? The answer is sadly no. Yes Joe is an awesome cat, I have no ill will against him but he should not be running bootcamps, hes not prepared for it. I couldn’t let me original report sit on the net possibly getting newbies to pay 2 grand for a waste of time.
Every single ounce of success in this blog since that bootcamp has been done using RSD material that Joe dismissed as showing too much interest and would never work. I got more out of the 800 dollars I spent in the Flawless Natural Seminar than I did in the 2 grand I wasted on Joe Doyle. I only wished I would have not buckled to the pressure tactics that I experienced when I tried to cancel my boot camp after being ignored by Joe.
Always trust your gut. Its a hard lesson learned and expensive too.
For the record I have no ill feelings toward Joe. I think he is a very nice guy and I enjoyed his company as a person. I only have issues with him as a teacher…
Oh Ye Old Chode Days….
So in Fred’s blog, he spoke about his x-girlfriend. This got me thinking on my past relationships and how they have affected me in other words how they have shaped my chodeness. So lets begin:
I’m not going into my childhood or my teen years after i lost my virginity (which is a post in itself). So our story takes place when way back when I was 18.
Michelle AKA Psycho Bitch From Hell
Before I met Michelle I actually had some decent game. I was bedding girls off the net, mostly chubby girls because I had some huge self esteem issues and didn’t believe that a skinny hot girl would like me. I remember one girl I pulled of the net, and wound up banging her back in my room later that day.
I met Michelle because my buddy Paul from high school was friends with her in his college, in hisgh school & college we would play RPG’s of all types, Marvel Super Heroes, D&D, AD&D, Shadow Run, Heroes, Star Wars… you get the idea. Anyway at the time Fox had aired and canceled a show that was HUGE in Puerto Rico, it was called Kindred: The Embraced, which turned out was based on a RPG game called Vampire The Masquerade. Anyway I soon began to run Vampire Masquerade get together at my folks place. Michelle came over to play….did I mention that we dressed up like our characters? Yes I was THAT GUY.
So chode….will it ever wash away.
Anyway I wound up ignoring Michelle which turned her on and boom next thing I know were making out in her car in front of my house. Yes it was an epic romance, I was now with a woman who I found exotic and cool. She was goth and a rocker. She liked comics and knew allot of things about the states. I thought she was the coolest, how lucky a chode like myself was with a amazing woman such as her. I was cherishing in the night. Our romance lasted 2 weeks then I went on a 3 week vacation with my folks, all I wanted to do during the vacation was get back home to her. When I got back, her reaction was “Oh…you’re back….huh…thats…cool”
Yeah she dumped my ass. I remember having the stupidest conversation with her. I was crying in my car as I told her that she was like a cat and no one cold hold her, she walked to her own path. So lame…so very lame. Anyway the “relationship” soon deteriorated to lackey or orbiter. I would hang out with her, hoping to make out with her, when she got the whim to do so.
Allot of my insecurities and chodeness comes from Michelle. She was verbally and mentally abusive toward me. She would call me stupid, fat, ugly. I remember she would make me listen to a song and then would quiz me on what it meant. If I didn’t get it right she would berate me. She also would hit on other guys in front of me. I didn’t even get sex from this woman! The most I did was go down on her and get a hand job. Still got to admit Michelle was a master of sexuality, she knew how to be very seductive, now i could probably see through it but for a horny 18 year old she had me wrapped around her little finger.
Anyway the relationship ended when I went to San Francisco on vacation with them and told her to go fuck herself in front of her parents. 3 days of her attitude caused me to snap.
For 3 years i would get anxiety attacks if I bumped into her in a mall or something. One of the best days of my life was the day that I saw her and thought to myself “what the fuck did I ever see in this woman?”
Next up we got Jaimie.
I met Jaimie through hotmail personals. We soon met and were making out in 20 minutes. We were together for about 3 months. I took her virginity and we fucked like bunnies. But I was very chode and the relationship began to deteriorate. Michelle’s scars were still fresh and I was insecure and needy. She claimed to be Bi-Sexual even though she never had a lesbian experience. She had two friends one was a girl who came out and was a full lesbian and the other a guy who would turn gay to straight every week you spoke to them. They would rent the same movies every week and watch them religiously “Priscilla Queen of the Desert” & “The Amazing Adventures Two Girls In Love”. I always had an issue with this, I felt that being gay to them was more about a “tittle” than to actually BE gay. But whatever.
Anyway her friends hated me which didn’t help. My friends were chodes and she got along with them okay but we would do the usual shit. Go hang at the mall, watch movies, yada yada.
She started going to a shrink for depression. During one session she told her doctor that she felt she needed to be a certain way with me than she was with her friends. To which she told Jaimie that she should be herself and should be around people who shes herself with. So she dumped my ass. And by AIM too! One of more pathetic ways I’ve been dumped.
Last I heard shes a full lesbian now. She has an Internet relationship with another lesbian who shes never met. I said hi to her once and was told to fuck off (I guess she doesnt want a reminder that she actually enjoyed penis in her life). Whatever Ill still be the first dick that was in her pussy first nyah nyah!
After Jaimie I was single for a few years, fucking fatties here or there. When I met…
Mariel
I met Mariel on ICQ (old computer geeks may be going daaaaaaaaaaaamn right about now) we soon hit it off and had an insane connection. She had a boyfriend at the time and I became an orbiter. Then I wound up being the rebound guy when her boyfriend dumped her. Its funny because our “relationship” wound up being intense, we would have huge fights, yet be all over each other. You can ad her to yet another woman who i consider an important milestone in my life. You see all Mariel wanted was an alpha guy who new how to play the game. She wanted a guy who knew how to handle her, how to handle her moods, how to make her feel dominated. She loved me but I wasn’t that guy. I was Ubber Chode.
I still talk to Mariel, she really started me on this path to discovering myself and what social dynamics are all about. I will always have a special place in my heart for Mariel but it would never work out between us. Funny thing is now Mariel is in my position, shes some guys orbiter. Karma is a bitch hehehehe!
Finally we come to Franca.
This was my last chode girlfriend. I met Franca on E-Harmony once I moved to New York. Believe it or not I had allot of luck on e-harmony and Franca was a great choice, she was a an actress and we would attack each other in bed. I had thought that all my chodiness would leave when I moved to NYC I blamed all my bad habits and miserable dating life to living in Puerto Rico where I just didn’t fit in. But after 3 months things starting going south. I was very needy and wanting to spend time with her 3 days a week. I was always whinnying about my problems. I told her insane things like I loved her after 3 weeks of dating. Yeah I was psycho chode.
So one day she met me after work and told me we should go to the park. I was all happy and peppy because I was with my girl. She kissed me and held my hand as we walked into the park. We sat down and she held my hand. Then she looked me in the eye and told me that it was over and we should see other people.
The bitch dumped me mafia style. It was a professional hit. When I think about it, I picture myself with Bambi eyes not seeing her sharpening her knife for the slaughter. Like a Nazi soldier telling a POW
“Hey let me show you something behind the shed” then hearing a gun shot in the distance.
Whats a real kick in my ass about this last relationship was that had I just been honest with her and not tried to play the role of boyfriend I would probably still be with Franca. I also wanted to see other people, I remember in school I kept meeting women and lusting after them. I would beat myself up about it for being a bad boyfriend. Had I just chilled out and just enjoyed dating Franca and OTHER WOMEN, I probably would have gotten some real game in me. But what ifs dont make the world turn.
I was devastated and the months following that brutal break up, were pathetic. My e-harmony matches soon dried up and the fatties stopped calling. In November I called my buddy Juan in PR and asked him how i could turn around this horrible love life. He started talking to me about a show on VH1 and the rest is well history…
Come On Ride The Progress Train!
I am seeing some nice progress in my game and the game of my wings. Friday was insane at plunge, I wound up kissing two girls, Fred was an approach machine and at one point had a girl following him around and Jason disappeared with a cougar in the middle of the night (turns out he bounced her and made out with her over and almost closed).
I’m very proud of Fred, every week he just seems to auto correct himself. This week he was walking across rooms to open girls. I’m pretty sure Fred’s going to be a force to reckon with. Right now hes at that stage where hes scared to kino which is something everyones faced. I sometimes worry that I may push him too hard, although hes cool about me being so pushy. I suppose like with all my friends I just want them to succeed. Plus I can seriously see Fred pulling, allot of girls give him doggy dinner bowl eyes, especially when he physically escalates. On Saturday he had a bit of AA but opened a bit (even approaching 9’s and 10’s!)
Raven almost had a full close, he had a cougar all over him. I’m seriously thinking of getting him a t-shirt that says cougar hunter. Hes on the verge of having his first pull I can see it. Hes reaching maximum velocity and will soon break through the cosmic wall and reach the source. Sorry comic book geek, what can you do.
As for me, I found myself kiss closing girls. I was pulling girls away from guys so smoothly I felt the guys give me the “How the fuck did that chubby guy play me?!”. I was called sexy by a girl, I was fun and in the moment. I was skating around the nimbus storm (more on this later). It was a blast.
Oh by the way one of the girls I kissed had a boyfriend (why do i keep getting these?).
I find myself not having the anxiety in sets I used to, once I am in, I can stay till the end. I’m not premature ejecting. I remember on Saturday night Fred and I were in a pretty rough Italian set. The set started out okay but then started to die, the girls actually were slowly moving away from us as they got less and less interest. Fred looked at me with a face of panic (which I myself have had many times) and told me we should leave. I looked at him and told him:
“No dude where staying here till its over”
And we did and the world didn’t end. Sometimes while I’m in a set ill even get quite and ride out the silence. Ill ask stupid chode questions like “Are you guys having fun?” “What are you celebrating?” “Where are you from?” “What do you do?”. Hell I even open sets with compliments. It doesn’t matter as long as I am being honest in my curiosity and sincerity. Once again I don’t feel that routines convey sincerity.
On Saturday I was speaking to a gorgeous blond. Turns out shes on TV for fox news (hey I guess they all cant be devils). Were talking and just having a awesome conversation, her friends were pretty much ignoring me because I wasn’t a muscle head who bought them drinks. Anyway as were talking this guy tries to AMOG me. He comes up to her and grabs her hand, then says “Anytime anywhere baby.” Shes like “yeah im married, but my friends are single” and he replies “your friends are ugly”
Man this guy is genius (and i say that every ounce of sarcasm in my body) then he looks at her wedding ring and goes “thats all?”. I then respond with “Yeah dude thats a little rude, does that actually work for you?”. He ignored me (typical Amog tactic). To which she tells him that I’m right and he is rude.
So what did he get? The reputation of an asshole and I got a hug and a possible pivot in the club. Not to mention the “social proof” I got from having her kino me in public while we talked. She was a sweet heart and is definitely my prototype of a woman I would love to have as a wife some day (lucky bastard) . I wasn’t going to escalate or game her, I respected her as a person and I don’t consciously game married women.
I supposed he figured that because she was a 9 (and she was guys) he had to shoot negs at her like a machine gun. When I was just myself and had a real conversation with her and got more than he ever would out of her.
What a retard.
I love going out with the guys, I learn so much and have allot of fun even if we go to the same place. Best part is, we may go to the same place but the girls are never the same. And thats whats really important.
Level Up!
So lets talk about my night out on Saturday. I’ve been meaning to write about it because it was a very important night to me and my game. I’m going to try to avoid getting too analytical because in telling this story to my friends I have found that I have the bad habit of getting caught up in the semantics of it. So I will try to be bear bones about it but not being to robotical about it. Wish me luck…
I arrived at plunge with Raven and Caramel with the intention of trying to be myself in set. No more games or personas. I was not going to be Mr. Sex Guy or Goof ball High Energy Warlock, I would just be plain old David. But I soon realized this would be harder than I thought most sets I did I found myself falling back into the Warlock identity or being to invested in what they thought I was soon blown out. One memorable blow out was when I asked a chubby girl what she did and she said she was a model to which I sarcastically replied yeah right. Turns out she was a plus sized model. Ouch.
I was in my head and soon stopped approaching, I told a new PUA I met called Adonis about my dilemma. I’m pretty positive Adonis will soon be pulling ass like crazy, he just needs to practice a bit to get himself calibrated. Sometimes he comes off as obnoxious to people or so I’ve been told. Anyway Adonis soon told me to open anything and pointed to a girl walking in my direction.
So I reached over and tapped this girl on the shoulder.
“Hey who are you?” I stated. She smiled and told me her name to which i responded that I thought she was adorable and loved her dimples (I touched her cheeks at this point). She responded at how she had noticed me since I walked in because she loved my fedora. We talked a bit and she told me she had to get back to her brother since she was celebrating his birthday turns out she was in from Canada. I thought to myself at this point “oh well this set wont go anywhere” I ejected. As I did she told me she would shake my hand but she was holding two drinks, so i said i would kiss her on cheek which i did one and then the other. Then I went for an Eskimo and smack she had kissed me on the lips! She smiled and said that’s the best she could offer and walked away leaving me shocked!
So much for bare details huh guys? Anyway I wanted to run over and make out with her there but i didn’t want to come off needy or horny. So as I was walking around I spotted her alone and sarged her up. I kinoed her and she responded with equal kino, then her brother came and I befriended him but I could not figure out how to get the brother out of the equation. Enter Caramel who distracted the brother! So as they talked, I talked to my girl and tried to kiss her. To which she told me she had a boyfriend with a sly smile and denied my kisses. I kept trying and trying but then I stopped myself, I felt that was being to needy. Hmm she needs isolation I thought. I saw her drink was empty, and proceeded to act as waiter (screw it if I had to buy drinks I did not care). I lead her to the bar holding her hand (ha first lead). Isolated her and boom I was soon making out with her.
Then she stopped me.
“Oh god, your so amazing, and I like this so much but I have a boyfriend and I have to respect that” she said as she was rubbing my chest. This floored me. This chick was really into me. And she was into me for me! This girl used to be a manager, she managed Avril Lavine and other hot bands. She was hot, she made more money in a month than I made in a year, she traveled and hung out with celebrities and she though I was the most amazing man in that club! And I didn’t get this from her by playing games or pushing buttons, I got it for putting myself out there.
We stopped making out. I will be honest I started to get a little chode. I got hooked on the state all this had given my ego. I just started enjoying her company. She went to the bathroom leaving us hanging out with her brother, 20 minutes later she came back but the bubble had long broken. I think in those 20 minutes it sunk in that she had just cheated on her boyfriend. I soon ejected and Caramel and I called it a night.
Funny thing while I was waiting for her I had a few girls come up to open me. One was a insanely hot blond I mean this chick could have been a freaking model and I blew her out because I didn’t want the Canadians brother seeing me talk to another girl and tell his sister she had just been used by a player.
I cared about her feelings and I cared about her. I was cherishing in the night. I would never see this girl again and I would cherish her in the night always.
As I walked back to my train I wondered If I was made for this. Would every girl I made out with have this effect on me. Would I be heart broken once they were gone? Would I have days where I missed them? Would I sit in my bed at night wondering if they thought of me?
I didn’t want to go through that every time i went out! I didn’t want to get my state and my good feelings from a girl that should come from me. I have reached a new level and found deeper things about myself both good and bad. Man what an amazing night…
