1 year, 2 months. Holy shit. I've been going out 424 days straight. My rules were simple; Take the "30 days of going out" challenge from Tyler, and just keep going. My rule is, I have to spend at least 2 hours at a bar, club, party, or on a Day2 every night for as long as I can. If Tyler can do it for 3 years straight, so can I.
I only missed 2 nights out at a club/bar/party/day2 in the last 424 because I went camping, and guess what?there were 3 girls in that campsite, and I ran game on all of them.
I got into the community wanting to be an instructor before I met the RSD guys. At the seminar they make you sign this thing that says you can't teach in any major city for 4 years after attending because of Industry secrets. I asked the guy who handed me the pen... "WTF is this? I wanna teach someday!?!?!?!?" The guy (who I later learned was Papa) said "That's fine, just teach with us." That day, I made the decision that has turned my whole life inside out. Become an RSD coach. At that time, I just knew I was going to make it, and fast.
When Tyler said it would take about 2 years to get to a decent level of proficiency at this stuff, I said "Bullshit." I'm a go-getter. I medaled in nationals, my career is amazing, I live on the bleeding edge of progress, and I'm a fucking prodigy. "Give me 8 months, and I'll be an instructor. I understand all this shit. 2 years, psh. I'll put it to the test, and I'll show them."
Well, they showed me. Statistically speaking, I'm not that bad. In 424 days I've gone from total chode, to getting laid a bunch by 5 different girls. There aren't many guys I've met that have done that, but now I'm only beginning to set myself apart from the chode pack.
I figured out how awesome I am, then I killed my ego, then it came back, then I was try hard for quite a few months, then I played in the bitter and venomous end of the pool, got competitive, amogged a bunch, got depressed, killed the ego, it came back. Fell in "love" 4 times, back to being try-hard. I felt like fell below the chode line into like... worse than chode, then I came back up. Killed the ego, then it came back. The cycle continues.
I've done so much shit, just to learn the lessons. I shaved one of those harry potter mowhawks of glory into my head for 2 weeks. I kept a non-lightning bolt mohawk for months. I grew a beard. I learned to dance. I spent three months singing every week at karaoke, never singing the same song
. For 30 days I went the the club in nothing but suits. I've worn outrageous tshirts with slogans like "I eat girls like you for breakfast".
I stop drinking, 40 days on, 40 days off (good practice, btw). I stopped carrying a lighter so I'd have to open girls to get a light. I opened with "I like salad" for 2 weeks straight. I started at one end of the club and didn't stop until I opened the whole place. I've walked laps around the club singing "I-I-I-I can make your bed rooooooooockkkkkkk" at the top of my lungs. I made 7 hours of stories that came from my own life. I've played numerous rounds of dickhold chicken, and made assloads of animal noises to get into state. I've used the "Weeping Air Supply Callback Technique". I shaved a hello kitty and a bunch of little hearts into the side of my head.
At this point, you better believe I've met every doorman, bouncer, dj, dancer, shot girl, and server chick in the area. People joke that I should get my mail rerouted to the club by my house. The owner introduced me to a group of girls as a stockholder. I've got male groupies and I don't even have a philosophy. I'm on the lists, I throw events like "douchebag appreciation night".
I can't go anywhere in public in a 15 mile radius without running into somebody who knows me. People tell me that I need to be a promoter. I hit up a makeup artist friend to make me black and went to Halloween as Biggie Smalls. I won the costume contest against a ripped guy in fireman's suspenders based on on popularity alone.
But, if you held a gun to my head
and said; "If you don't get laid by 3am, I'm going to splatter your brains all over the nearby wall"
, I would fear for my life.
1 year, 2 months, and I haven't consistently pulled.
1 month into this process, reading something like that, I would have said to myself; "Bullshit, that'll never happen to me, I'm smarter, faster, stronger than that." But no, here I am, and this is where I'm at. Not even unhappy about where I'm at, just invested in the day-to-day discipline of "Taking right action"
I watched the Blueprint a year ago. I thought I knew what "Deep Identity Level Change" meant. I have a totally different concept of it now. In a year from now, I'm pretty sure I'll have a completely different concept of it then. Just like they said I would.
It's a process
. I can approach, I can open. I'm comfortable being direct. I'm great with comfort and rapport. I kino the fuck out of girls, but nobody takes me seriously. In the last year, I've successfully moved from average chode to Mr. Entertainer.
These girls just laugh and tell me I'm awesome. Then they don't come home with me.
Here I am, in the middle of it, maybe halfway through being at any level of proficiency at this stuff. Oh yeah, and I'm back to blogging. My paper journal has seen most of the last 8 months. Have I got some stories to tell you, but I'm falling asleep. Tomorrow, I'll tell you about how karma keeps trying to get me to fall in love.
It's good to be back.
-= Duke =-