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January 24th, 2017
7-Day RSD Blitz, including Field Work
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Miracle

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Join Date: 11/05/2007 | Posts: 408

Seven day RSD Blitz starts tonight with going out.  Afterwards, start each day w/ a protein shake, workout, RSD programs in the afternoon, and clubs at night.  I have The Jeffy Show, Transformations, and The Blueprint (Flawless Natural will have to wait about another month while I get the duckets to buy it).  I hope to get them all watched by the end of the seven days.  Each night will be comprised of field work, including dance lessons on three of the nights prior to hitting more fertile sarging ground.  I like learning old-school dances like Hustle, Salsa, Swing (Lindy), and West Coast Swing- you learn to lead bitches with authority.

I thought I might allow changes to this schedule should I pull, but any pulls will have to be phantom or semi-phantom in nature- leave her bed or kick her out before falling asleep. 

Tonight starts with Hanu down in Huntington (my Long Island homies know where this is) with a wing- Dman.  D has some natural succeses through online game and 12-step meeting poaching, but he also needs to get this shit handled for reals.  Handled for reals means Jeffy style- any time, anywhere, all's fair.

Eye of the motherfucking tiger, bitches.

Oh yes...two things: 

1) The hand is banned.  Next nut is from a blowjob, handjob, or pussy.  NO EXCEPTIONS.
2) Been off alcohol since 1DEC08.  This continues.  All social fear will be faced and neutralised.

I am accomplishing this or dying trying.  Seriously.
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Miracle

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Many approaches tonight, no real blow-outs.  Fighting AA initially.  One girl in a group of three walking by had an ornamental metal snake wrapped around her upper right arm.  I told her friend to tell her she had a nice asp.  They laughed and hooked.  A little while longer I asked if I could see her asp again.   When she showed me her upper arm, I told her  "No, turn around so I can see your asp!", motioned her to show me her ass, and then told her "I have a lisp!"  Lots of fun.

Another group walked by, I tapped one unfortunate girl, and told her I was drunk on Cialis.  She didn't get it, and walked away with a quizical look on her face.

I need to learn to believe that my interactions can go further than just openings, to stop being mr. funny man so much, and to let them know I have a cock that I'd like to show them. 

THE FIELD IS KING.
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I have to mention something about my wing.  He stated a few times that he wished there were people there we knew.  He was missing the point..  We were not there to meet up with people we knew.  We were there to open up complete strangers, and have fun with them.  And I'm not looking for any shortcuts or cheap diversions to make the mission more easy.  The social illusions will be shattered, and facing my shortcomings in a club is the quickest way.  Training in a club when you don't know anyone there is like social full-frontal nudity- you can't hide where you're weak in this environment. 

I am seeing that my fear is a form of  protracted, arrested adolescence.  Stuff that could have been learned a long time ago, had I not succumbed to fear.  I masked my fear with alcohol, drugs, dangerous activities, and avoidance.  I'm done with all of that. 

I also gave myself what I hoped would be a treat at the end.  A la Jr Spesh and the Vegas Crew, we took it to the nudie bar afterwards for more work.   Went there with objectives- to not spend a dime on the girls, other than the $1 tips to the dancers on stage, and to have fun with whoever sashayed our way.  We also set a time constraint of one bottled water and then out.  Frankly, the environment was kind of bleak.  The club was dirty and smoky, and the girls were kind of depressing.  i also realised that for now, going to this kind of club was akin to masturbating- I highly doubt that I'm going to pull from a place like this, and I'm trying to get an unearned voyeurstic sexual thrill.  So I'm done with it for now.  I'll have to pull a hottie from a normal club and see her naked if I want this kind of pleasant sight.

The Field Is King.

One more point.  I like riding motocross.  I like the adrenaline, and I like vanquishing opponents.  I think I can get the same kind of rush from the club.  I just found it so challenging in a club to be social that I couldn't even take my bike, figuratively speaking, out of the van.  Well, the bikes out now, and I'm starting it up.
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I have no fear of not knowing what I'm doing.  I pick myself up after every failure, "failures" that inch me closer to my goals.  And I have no business ever, ever feeling sorry for myself.

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Failed big time.  Conked out at about 8pm, and woke up at 2am.  Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.  So now it's 4:12am and I'm wide awake.  I will study some more, but the game is played in the field.  That part is becoming so clear.

If I want to get good at motocross, I can read about technique, and that has it's place.  But the real learning is in the doing.  Got to get out to the track.
If I want to get good at pickup, I can read about technique,and that has it's place.  But the real learning is in the doing.  Got to get out to the field.

I am more of a k/j than anything else.

So today will be daygame timez due to last night's energy deficit.

I have no time to waste.
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Again, failure.  For whatever reason, I am conking out in the evenings.  Maybe it's the workouts that are sapping me.  Maybe it's the intense inner work- always thinking.

Maybe it's the ego working it's evil, draining my energy.  Preserving my "self" by not exposing it to the fire that is the field.  Well, I am looking forward to getting consumed by this fire, even if it might involve a little discomfort.

I am taking more pills than a cancer patient (credit: Jeffrey Allen).  Fish oil, flax seed oil, massive megavitamins, Animal Stacks, choline, saw palmetto, probiotics, etc.  Maybe they're the culprits.

Each failure gets me closer to my goals.

I don't have any time left to waste.
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I don't know if you really need to be taking all those pills. Diet wise...when I stick to fruitsm veggies, chicken, and drinking plenty of water...I feel happier and I have more energy. I eat sushi a lot too so if you like that then you should add that. I'm glaf to see long island represented on rsdn
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Thanks, Phred.  Pickup is alive and well on Long Island. 

I am still tweaking my diet and supplements.  I am sold on fish oil. 

Out last night at Madison's.  It was kind of a slow night, but I had modest success.  I have a golden touch with opening sets.  That's one advantage of my geriatric state:  Because I am a mature male, I initially convey authority and competence, and get compliance immediately.  So I get a small window of opportunity to hook sets.  It's the next step that is a challenge. 

I love being able to open up groups and start conversations.  Showing girlies the schmeckel will come in time as a result, but just being social and having laughs is its own reward, too.

I am practically starting from ground zero.   It's somewhat easier with a couple of drinks in me.  It's like a lot of the stifling social conditioning gets shut down from alcohol's magic, and the powerful, innate male instincts to fuck take over.  Yet in my case, I can't drink enough to completely overwhelm/negate the conditioned constraints, and then the constraints persevere.  Alcohol is thus a dead end in my learning process.  It doesn't work for me.  The only way through this learning process is to go through it sober.

And I reiterate:  THE FIELD IS KING.

Going out tonight to Salsa dancing, then Madison's, Hanu, and Chesterfields (busy night!).  The Salsa lesson is key- learning to learn in public without self-consciousness.  Not caring about anyone's opinion.  I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK OF A ROLLING DONUT ABOUT WHATEVER CHEMICALS ARE FLOATING THROUGH THE THREE POUNDS OF MEAT IN ANYONE'S HEAD!  That's all it is when someone thinks about you- chemicals flowing through their head.  No business of mine.  Chesterfields is the most fun because even if there are no suitable girls, I can still play music at the jam there.
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Went out last night.  Hit two venues, jam sessions in Patchogue and Huntington.  Patchogue was the only place that actually had a couple of sets, but I choded.  I was out, which I take as a positive.  I can no longer create an interior space (my own head) of negativity- if I don't make the progress I want or "fail" at a particular mission, I'm not going to create unpleasant feelings in my body.  I'm getting out of the self-flagelation business.

I made excuses at the Patchogue- they're too young, they're ______ (insert rationalisation here).  Yes indeed, I pussed out.  I was trying to avoid pain and ego deflation.  I must learn that the only pain in this game is the pain that I create, and that creating it is volitional.  Doesn't have to be.  Yet at least this after action report is allowing me to see where I was in my head and missing the mark.

I did get to play music at both venues.  I am generally rather self-conscious on stage.  I closely watched my friends on stage though, and learned from them about not giving a fuck about people watching you. 

My wardrobe is coming along, and I was dressed well.  I think that peacocking is a device that's not absolutely necessary, but it' training wheels that serve until no longer needed.

I had the thought about what makes something fun for me.  Generally, it's fun if I have the perception that it will earn me status or get me girls.  IE playing music in front of an audience is a blast BECAUSE it serves to get me female attention.  Riding mx, the same.  Even the hundreds of actions that go into making these activities happen- the fixing flats, tweaking the engine, washing the bike, changing strings, polishing the ax, etc. are enjoyable BECAUSE they serve the cause of getting girls.  I am becoming much more direct, though.  Don't really need devices (dangerous sports, playing music)  to get girls.  I already am what they're looking for, in my authentic state.

I think I've seen Jeffy change from a highly-peacocked modality (The pink suit wins!  The almost-mullet of glory!) to a more stripped-down, effective machine.  When I saw him at the Ganz last summer, he was wearing a non-descript shirt, nothing special jeans, and had a pencil(!) tucked behind an ear.  He also had a fresh-out-of-San-Quentin 'do that was not particularly flattering.  Didn't matter; his game comes from the center of his being.  I saw him keep a girl IN THRALL., mostly from his body language, afaict.

So whatevs.  Tonight is Hanu, SOLO.  I will have a plan and do it.   I will feel the feelings, and learn.  Maybe I'll get lucky and pull!  I am soooooo overdue to get laid.  You have no idea.  In fact, I was tempted to rub one out, but will not, in the interest of serving tonight's mission.  If I'm going to pull, I want my sexual strength to be at its peak.

THE FIELD IS KING.  THE FIELD IS KING.   THE FIELD IS KING.  THE FIELD IS KING.

DID I MENTION THE FIELD IS KING?  WELL, IT IS.
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 It's Friday night, 2335 according to the clock on top of the tv.  I just got back from the gym, and I had my recovery drink and a couple of protein bars.  I am getting clothes together, showering, and hitting the club.  My only mission is to open with laser intent.  I don't care what anyone thinks.  I don't give a fuck about the fucking oversized gorillas that Hanu has as doormen.  

I care only about my mission.  I might even be able to write an honest-to-God LR (cuz I'm sure He wants the details!), if I get lucky.  There is no luck sitting here in my house typing on this laptop.

Peace out for now,
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Friday night was pretty much a bust.  All I can say is that I get credit for getting out of the house solo.  Hit Huntington first, Hanu and then Chesterfield's.  Just chit-chatted a little with the barmaids at both venues- I got out kind of as things were winding down, about 1:30.   Chesterfield's has a truly beautiful woman tending bar- it was good to feel my desire for her, a result of seeing a woman I genuinely felt wood for, rather than just another not really appealing practice target.  Within a couple of minutes of interacting, she mentioned her husband.  I am getting good at not experiencing anything in the face of learning a woman's married.  Many of them will still fuck around.  Not, however, this one.

I finally wound up at the Carousel, a local nudie bar.  Whatevs.  While there, got invited to a party the next night by a dancer I know there.  

Headed out Saturday night to the party, held at The Artful Dodger in Huntington.  It was fun to party with the strippers- they're a lively bunch.  My major mistake was to just rely on social circle game with them.  I broke down and had a couple glasses of champagne, which I regret.  I regret because I used it to loosen me up, instead of focussing on and vanquishing that which constrains me in my sober state. You could also say that there were a couple of bumps in the road, if you catch my drift- strippers roll with a fast crowd.  My resolve is now strengthened.

The girl who invited me was into me, but I wasn't into her- this is not ego self-protection talk, but accurate.  Just not into her enough to deploy outer game.  I also came to see these girls as just girls- they might have a job that's generally a reflection of unfinished inner work, but they're just girls.  I am also getting kind of immune to hot female flesh nicely displayed.  Yeah, the shit's sexy, but is that all you got? 

Going out tonight, possibly going to hit NYC after the game.  The field is king, as stated.  Things become obvious in the field that could not otherwise possibly become so.  You have to go out, and you have to mix it up. No shit, I know, but I need to remind myself of this.
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