THE FORUMS
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Good night. Had three choices. Acro said, let's meet up at 10:30. Tommy said, let's come out. He's the one who's friends with the girls from wednesday. And then Emma said, come to Kelowna. I was inititually gonna go out with tom, but funtastic is always like 40$ to get into the fucking beer gardens, which is kind of a bitch. That being said, it's where I first got my ex's phone number. So. Mixed.
After texting Tom and not getting a response in time, I decided to rag out to Kelowna. I was greeted by a band playing. The girls whom emma was hanging out with were all friends of the band. Apparently, one likes Tanya, and other likes Jen. But Jen likes the one tanya likes or some shit. I don't get it. Jen's hot, tanya's in the middle...Emma....well, she's put on some weight since I've last seen her. Like 20 pounds. And so, my attention shifts to Jen. We joke back and forth, and I've got everyone eating out of my hand. I'm being dangerious, talking about orgies, being topless, while kicking around jen's shoes so it's hard for her to put them on. As the girls pay for their drinks, the band members come over.
I'm immeditaly ostrasized. Meh. I start off by asking if the two members are brothers, then try to get them to play justin bieber covers. Once their sufficiently choded out, I engage the girls again. Jen's having it, but I've lost track of emma. After talking for about ten minutes, I get the text that Emma was waiting outside. Fuck. Go outside. Emma is in Tanya's car, and jen's starting to get in. I'm talking back and forth, and Jen's pushing hard for me to come over. Don't have to ask me twice. She is ready, after I just turned the two dudes she (previously) liked, band members, into total chodes. Hahhaa.
I drive to the directions, the door is locked. Ok. Talking to Emma, trying to get her to unlock the door. She's passing out. The phone is dropping the call because she's on rogers. Ef. Waited outside for a few minutes. She's asking me to knock, but I'm not knocking on a door of a house I've never been in. She could have given me a wrong address.
Missing that amazing pair of tits and now angry because it is 1:15, I drive to flashbacks. Immeditaly talk to a hot girl, a french girl by the door. I don't know if it was because I was feeling tired, but I get taken in by very boisterous, very friendly french dudes. Fine. I chat outside, trying to move into the girl but it's too much. Everyone's following her, though. So I move her inside the club. The doorman stops me. "You got a stamp?" me: "no, i'll buy one." Doorman: Sorry man, we stopped selling them.
Fuck.
By this time, it's 1:45. I'm deflated, tired, I gotta work at 9am the next morning.
Things I did great:
There's no way any of the sets I ran could have gone better. A little bit more preparation (ie: getting jen's number) and I'd be getting my cock sucked right now
Went out, ran it to the nine's
When I approach a girl, the most important thing is to get my energy calibrated to their level. I've been doing that well, but I need to be sillier, more goofy.
I've decided that i'll take another bc with Nathan at the end of the year, but ONLY if I can show him that I"ve taken everything that I've learned from him to heart. I still have my notes, what he expects from me. Dress well, be dominant, act like a man, use gum, be dangerous, be escalating. Two more days in this weekend.
Good night. Had three choices. Acro said, let's meet up at 10:30. Tommy said, let's come out. He's the one who's friends with the girls from wednesday. And then Emma said, come to Kelowna. I was inititually gonna go out with tom, but funtastic is always like 40$ to get into the fucking beer gardens, which is kind of a bitch. That being said, it's where I first got my ex's phone number. So. Mixed.
After texting Tom and not getting a response in time, I decided to rag out to Kelowna. I was greeted by a band playing. The girls whom emma was hanging out with were all friends of the band. Apparently, one likes Tanya, and other likes Jen. But Jen likes the one tanya likes or some shit. I don't get it. Jen's hot, tanya's in the middle...Emma....well, she's put on some weight since I've last seen her. Like 20 pounds. And so, my attention shifts to Jen. We joke back and forth, and I've got everyone eating out of my hand. I'm being dangerious, talking about orgies, being topless, while kicking around jen's shoes so it's hard for her to put them on. As the girls pay for their drinks, the band members come over.
I'm immeditaly ostrasized. Meh. I start off by asking if the two members are brothers, then try to get them to play justin bieber covers. Once their sufficiently choded out, I engage the girls again. Jen's having it, but I've lost track of emma. After talking for about ten minutes, I get the text that Emma was waiting outside. Fuck. Go outside. Emma is in Tanya's car, and jen's starting to get in. I'm talking back and forth, and Jen's pushing hard for me to come over. Don't have to ask me twice. She is ready, after I just turned the two dudes she (previously) liked, band members, into total chodes. Hahhaa.
I drive to the directions, the door is locked. Ok. Talking to Emma, trying to get her to unlock the door. She's passing out. The phone is dropping the call because she's on rogers. Ef. Waited outside for a few minutes. She's asking me to knock, but I'm not knocking on a door of a house I've never been in. She could have given me a wrong address.
Missing that amazing pair of tits and now angry because it is 1:15, I drive to flashbacks. Immeditaly talk to a hot girl, a french girl by the door. I don't know if it was because I was feeling tired, but I get taken in by very boisterous, very friendly french dudes. Fine. I chat outside, trying to move into the girl but it's too much. Everyone's following her, though. So I move her inside the club. The doorman stops me. "You got a stamp?" me: "no, i'll buy one." Doorman: Sorry man, we stopped selling them.
Fuck.
By this time, it's 1:45. I'm deflated, tired, I gotta work at 9am the next morning.
Things I did great:
There's no way any of the sets I ran could have gone better. A little bit more preparation (ie: getting jen's number) and I'd be getting my cock sucked right now
Went out, ran it to the nine's
When I approach a girl, the most important thing is to get my energy calibrated to their level. I've been doing that well, but I need to be sillier, more goofy.
I've decided that i'll take another bc with Nathan at the end of the year, but ONLY if I can show him that I"ve taken everything that I've learned from him to heart. I still have my notes, what he expects from me. Dress well, be dominant, act like a man, use gum, be dangerous, be escalating. Two more days in this weekend.
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Not a huge amount to report tonight.
Went on a date to the drive in theate. I really wish cars had benchlike front seats these days. I mean, that was brilliant. Snuggling while watching a movie.
Was dangerous as hell. She wasn' thaving it, but she knows what I'm all about. When the burr is in her saddle, I'll be first on her call list, that's for sure.
I'm thinking the optimism might be dangerous. It's keeping me from pushing myself as hard as I need to go. I gotta cut that shit out.
Went on a date to the drive in theate. I really wish cars had benchlike front seats these days. I mean, that was brilliant. Snuggling while watching a movie.
Was dangerous as hell. She wasn' thaving it, but she knows what I'm all about. When the burr is in her saddle, I'll be first on her call list, that's for sure.
I'm thinking the optimism might be dangerous. It's keeping me from pushing myself as hard as I need to go. I gotta cut that shit out.
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stop making excuses for choding out at the drive in theater!!! put her on the hood of the car and finger bang her like a man during the previews! ;))
So i've decided I'm posting one of these field reports no matter how shitty. If I went out, I fucking went out..
So, vernon is stifling me. I hate to blame it on my 55,000 population (voted number 7 to retire in by consumer reports, aug '09) but this is bullshit.
There were very few hot girls. I left the bar at 1am. There were five girls. I had talked to three.
Me: They almost kicked me out because of my mad griding moves
girl: hehehee
Me: *grinding up on her*
Girl: yeahhhhhhhh
*boyfriend comes up*
Girl: OHH I KNOW HIM FROM WORK
Me: gimme ur number
Boyfriend drags her off. Fuck him He's been working out at the gym 8 times a week, and I almost dragged off his girlfriend I was gonna pity fuck.
I'm looking at places in kelowna and calgary. Calgary has cheap living costs, good peeps, nice scene. Kelowna, slightly higher living cost, gorgeous city, not too big.
Three things I'm gratful for today:
Dudes are friendly. I met like three of them, just around the pool table
Girls always remember me. THe two girls I didn't open remembered me. And will probably invite me to their retirement parties. *sigh*
My buddy is always out in Kelowna. I have a place nearby that's bangin' with hot chicks.
In the future, going to kelowna for thursday nights. Tomorrow night is a birthday, and Acro's gonna be out, so we'll see where this leads me.
Best interaction was the hot girl with the white pants her BF dragged her away. White is a good color on girls, one that isn’t worn enough. I should open a club where girls can only wear white. A “Whites Only” policy, if you will. I think an interesting gimmick like that will make my club stand out in an overcrowded marketplace. Easy Street, here I come!
So, vernon is stifling me. I hate to blame it on my 55,000 population (voted number 7 to retire in by consumer reports, aug '09) but this is bullshit.
There were very few hot girls. I left the bar at 1am. There were five girls. I had talked to three.
Me: They almost kicked me out because of my mad griding moves
girl: hehehee
Me: *grinding up on her*
Girl: yeahhhhhhhh
*boyfriend comes up*
Girl: OHH I KNOW HIM FROM WORK
Me: gimme ur number
Boyfriend drags her off. Fuck him He's been working out at the gym 8 times a week, and I almost dragged off his girlfriend I was gonna pity fuck.
I'm looking at places in kelowna and calgary. Calgary has cheap living costs, good peeps, nice scene. Kelowna, slightly higher living cost, gorgeous city, not too big.
Three things I'm gratful for today:
Dudes are friendly. I met like three of them, just around the pool table
Girls always remember me. THe two girls I didn't open remembered me. And will probably invite me to their retirement parties. *sigh*
My buddy is always out in Kelowna. I have a place nearby that's bangin' with hot chicks.
In the future, going to kelowna for thursday nights. Tomorrow night is a birthday, and Acro's gonna be out, so we'll see where this leads me.
Best interaction was the hot girl with the white pants her BF dragged her away. White is a good color on girls, one that isn’t worn enough. I should open a club where girls can only wear white. A “Whites Only” policy, if you will. I think an interesting gimmick like that will make my club stand out in an overcrowded marketplace. Easy Street, here I come!
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Small cities like Vernon are a little tougher in terms of approachable sets, I've only driven through it but 55,000 is not a lot. Calgary is definitely a good spot. I enjoy it more and more each weekend.
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Tonight was.....interesting
So I did something that i was afraid of. The bar, where the bouncer threw me out and was about to hit me, still freaked the shit out of me. But I went in, (after having a drawn out conversation with the two girls at the entrance and the loud guy trying to shit up my fuck) and strolled past the bouncer. I didnt' even show my ID. Fuck yeah. Ran into a girl from last week, she was on her way in. Half hug. Still strolling in with my new mostly female group. "My boyfriend is the bouncer!" The shorter one piped excitedly.
I find sarah from last week, and introduce them all. Sarah's like "Where are you sitting?" and I motion somewhere against the wall. I'm feeling so jiddery at this point. She took it as weakness. Fuck. Chilled out there for a value. Very dissapointing
Went to the next venue. Two girls on the dance floor. Fuck that.
Went to 2929. Run into some friends outside and chat them up. Go inside. Have a short conversation with a girl who says "i don't know you"' then runs off. cool. Find the group of people. Meed said group of people. It seems like a nice group of people. Chat up said group of people. Look over sarah and holochode are dancing together sexy. Meh. Talk to new girls. They're both chubby. Not fat, mind you, but the chub was rearing its angry dragon face at those thighs. "I want you to eat more.", the dragon seemed to be saying.
I came in and outside, and chilled with a lot of people that night. Went in and out, was just basically social. And it felt good. Really good. Masturbatingly good. My friends aren't that bad. But the trouble is, walking into that strip bar I realized I'm a complete pussy. That's my real problem. I talk to myself, psyching myself up all week to make an approach, go out rather faithfully three times a week, and I can't approach any hot girls. That does, in fact, make me a pussy. It must because I'm fucking myself, so that makes me both a dick and a pussy. I'd like to call that diPussy, but that makes you assume there's two, like bilateral, or bisexual, or bi me, ot there's two. Puuck is what I am. If I wasn't I wouldnt' be.
Also I'm high. I took said group back to my house and we all blazed. So this is why I'm here, in the middle of the night (3:30am) writing a field report. Because I shook hands with peter pan tonight is why. And not the good one. The michael jackson one. That dudes high, and so am I.
Anyoo, what's my plan for stop being so a soft ass narrow pussy? Expose myself to as much pain as possible. Then I won't be shy to it. And get a tattoo. That's loads of pain. And just do it. And that's what I'm gonna call this. Fr. Just. Do. It.
So I did something that i was afraid of. The bar, where the bouncer threw me out and was about to hit me, still freaked the shit out of me. But I went in, (after having a drawn out conversation with the two girls at the entrance and the loud guy trying to shit up my fuck) and strolled past the bouncer. I didnt' even show my ID. Fuck yeah. Ran into a girl from last week, she was on her way in. Half hug. Still strolling in with my new mostly female group. "My boyfriend is the bouncer!" The shorter one piped excitedly.
I find sarah from last week, and introduce them all. Sarah's like "Where are you sitting?" and I motion somewhere against the wall. I'm feeling so jiddery at this point. She took it as weakness. Fuck. Chilled out there for a value. Very dissapointing
Went to the next venue. Two girls on the dance floor. Fuck that.
Went to 2929. Run into some friends outside and chat them up. Go inside. Have a short conversation with a girl who says "i don't know you"' then runs off. cool. Find the group of people. Meed said group of people. It seems like a nice group of people. Chat up said group of people. Look over sarah and holochode are dancing together sexy. Meh. Talk to new girls. They're both chubby. Not fat, mind you, but the chub was rearing its angry dragon face at those thighs. "I want you to eat more.", the dragon seemed to be saying.
I came in and outside, and chilled with a lot of people that night. Went in and out, was just basically social. And it felt good. Really good. Masturbatingly good. My friends aren't that bad. But the trouble is, walking into that strip bar I realized I'm a complete pussy. That's my real problem. I talk to myself, psyching myself up all week to make an approach, go out rather faithfully three times a week, and I can't approach any hot girls. That does, in fact, make me a pussy. It must because I'm fucking myself, so that makes me both a dick and a pussy. I'd like to call that diPussy, but that makes you assume there's two, like bilateral, or bisexual, or bi me, ot there's two. Puuck is what I am. If I wasn't I wouldnt' be.
Also I'm high. I took said group back to my house and we all blazed. So this is why I'm here, in the middle of the night (3:30am) writing a field report. Because I shook hands with peter pan tonight is why. And not the good one. The michael jackson one. That dudes high, and so am I.
Anyoo, what's my plan for stop being so a soft ass narrow pussy? Expose myself to as much pain as possible. Then I won't be shy to it. And get a tattoo. That's loads of pain. And just do it. And that's what I'm gonna call this. Fr. Just. Do. It.
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House party night
Went to a house party at my friend fish and chips. Lots of hugs and stuff. Starting getting really into a girl outside, british, like all fish and chips's friends. My friend HBmom gets into it and she's like, "I thought you two were dating." I'm like haha. She's like Tycho is my best friend. Good. Not even three minutes later she's like, "Want you to me my hustband, so and so." I'm like fck.
Went to the next house party. Lots of ridiculous hot girls there. I start getting out there meeting them. Clicky I think. Whatever. I have my group of friends I know. I see myself being desperate. Checking out boobs ass ect. Start chatting up a black chick about norway. Her attraction dies down once I start telling her about the high weed prices there. Girl shit, I suppose.
Finish it at the bar. Points for going out. Meet the girl next to me. Later on dancing, I spin her. She leaves.
Take away - I realize girls want to leave after talking to me for five minutes because they can sense the desparation. Just be cool with that. It's something riding on my back , and I have no idea how to leave it, so fuck it. It's what I've got to work with, so I'll work with it. You don't see the men in the -2000's getting mad because they just had to pound shit using rocks. No. They did what they could, even with all that shit holding them back.
I took the nathan bootcamp because I wanted to find out what was fucking up every interaction with women. Now I know what it is, but it's not easy to get rid of. So fuck it. I'll apporach until I do, let every woman in the world turn me down because of my needyness. I really don't care. We do what we have to. I really don't have any other option at this point.
Went to a house party at my friend fish and chips. Lots of hugs and stuff. Starting getting really into a girl outside, british, like all fish and chips's friends. My friend HBmom gets into it and she's like, "I thought you two were dating." I'm like haha. She's like Tycho is my best friend. Good. Not even three minutes later she's like, "Want you to me my hustband, so and so." I'm like fck.
Went to the next house party. Lots of ridiculous hot girls there. I start getting out there meeting them. Clicky I think. Whatever. I have my group of friends I know. I see myself being desperate. Checking out boobs ass ect. Start chatting up a black chick about norway. Her attraction dies down once I start telling her about the high weed prices there. Girl shit, I suppose.
Finish it at the bar. Points for going out. Meet the girl next to me. Later on dancing, I spin her. She leaves.
Take away - I realize girls want to leave after talking to me for five minutes because they can sense the desparation. Just be cool with that. It's something riding on my back , and I have no idea how to leave it, so fuck it. It's what I've got to work with, so I'll work with it. You don't see the men in the -2000's getting mad because they just had to pound shit using rocks. No. They did what they could, even with all that shit holding them back.
I took the nathan bootcamp because I wanted to find out what was fucking up every interaction with women. Now I know what it is, but it's not easy to get rid of. So fuck it. I'll apporach until I do, let every woman in the world turn me down because of my needyness. I really don't care. We do what we have to. I really don't have any other option at this point.
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What happened to you man?
I know that breakup really shook you, but shit man, i never saw you as needy before that. I remember you in field being like "omg, these fucking girls...*RETARD WAVE TO WHOLE BAR*...So this kitten, this unicorn and a bear walk into a slipper" and me being like "*facepalm* i'm not with him*" because i cared, you didn't. You had that indifference. Now what? You date a cute girl for while, it gets fucked up, she peaces, and now all that work you put in over the couples years prior to that just vanishes?
You say after talking to girls for 5 minutes they want to leave because it seems your desperate. You have no idea what they're thinking. Man they could be leaving because you're frying their brains and they can't connect with it, or because you seem so cool they think you're fucking with them and not into them. You're throwing out what you fear to be true, and decided it's true. Minderading and shit.
Obvs, i haven't gone out with you in like 2 years at this point, and maybe you're rocking it and it just sounds bad in the Frs, i dunno. But what happened to the abundance mentality, the massive approach machine, and the big 'im soo cool' ego? Hell the fucking self esteem.
This shit doesn't sound like what i'm was used to hearing from you in person. You say you can't approach hot girls and that makes you a pussy, and ya approaching the hot girls has been your longest standing stickingpoint, waves of low-entitlement. But why call yourself a pussy and get all guilty about it? You just build it up in your head.
"oh hot girl! intimidated! i;'m a pussy!"
instead of "oh hot girl! itimidated! oh well, i'm intimidated, but that's fine, i'm still cool, who i am is fine'. The whole 'that which you resists persists", you build it up all week as this big deal when it's not at all.
If your criteria for success is "does the girl like me" then the window for what is success is pretty damn small; you're setting yourself up to fail. What ever happened to "did i do something outside my comfort zone? did i step to a girl i was intimidated by? Did i put my personality on the line rather than use buying temp pumping reaction seeking cutsie shit? Did i communicated man to woman? Did i fuck with my beliefs, getting rid of some limiting bullshit about how i'm an uncool pussy?". Criteria for success are supposed to be empowering, shit that will move you forward, rather than disempowering and relying on the opinions of others, things out of your control, and often you can't know. You can't read minds bromeo. Let go of that outcome dependence of "did the girl like me".
Or maybe you just came up with a bunch of bullshit self-pitying sentimental nonsense when you were high, left it up for the lolz, and i'm completely off base. Maybe you read this and are like 'haaaa, this guy, always taking the shit i say seriously.". Fuck if i know, i'm on the opposite side of the world.
I do hope this actually helps tho, you've still
got sentimental value for me, first wing and what not. Glorious
memories of us standing in a bar, doing 1 or 2 approaches (if i wasn't being like 'but tycho, girls are too scary to talk to, i must DHV, let's go all tactical over the shoulder then i'll talk about that girl stalking me for the 700th time') and being like "WE ARE GOLDEN GODS!! YAY! Let's leave now. VICTORRRRY".
How things have changed....
But if it doesn't apply, oh well, much love from England. Here's a picture of a scone:
I know that breakup really shook you, but shit man, i never saw you as needy before that. I remember you in field being like "omg, these fucking girls...*RETARD WAVE TO WHOLE BAR*...So this kitten, this unicorn and a bear walk into a slipper" and me being like "*facepalm* i'm not with him*" because i cared, you didn't. You had that indifference. Now what? You date a cute girl for while, it gets fucked up, she peaces, and now all that work you put in over the couples years prior to that just vanishes?
You say after talking to girls for 5 minutes they want to leave because it seems your desperate. You have no idea what they're thinking. Man they could be leaving because you're frying their brains and they can't connect with it, or because you seem so cool they think you're fucking with them and not into them. You're throwing out what you fear to be true, and decided it's true. Minderading and shit.
Obvs, i haven't gone out with you in like 2 years at this point, and maybe you're rocking it and it just sounds bad in the Frs, i dunno. But what happened to the abundance mentality, the massive approach machine, and the big 'im soo cool' ego? Hell the fucking self esteem.
This shit doesn't sound like what i'm was used to hearing from you in person. You say you can't approach hot girls and that makes you a pussy, and ya approaching the hot girls has been your longest standing stickingpoint, waves of low-entitlement. But why call yourself a pussy and get all guilty about it? You just build it up in your head.
"oh hot girl! intimidated! i;'m a pussy!"
instead of "oh hot girl! itimidated! oh well, i'm intimidated, but that's fine, i'm still cool, who i am is fine'. The whole 'that which you resists persists", you build it up all week as this big deal when it's not at all.
If your criteria for success is "does the girl like me" then the window for what is success is pretty damn small; you're setting yourself up to fail. What ever happened to "did i do something outside my comfort zone? did i step to a girl i was intimidated by? Did i put my personality on the line rather than use buying temp pumping reaction seeking cutsie shit? Did i communicated man to woman? Did i fuck with my beliefs, getting rid of some limiting bullshit about how i'm an uncool pussy?". Criteria for success are supposed to be empowering, shit that will move you forward, rather than disempowering and relying on the opinions of others, things out of your control, and often you can't know. You can't read minds bromeo. Let go of that outcome dependence of "did the girl like me".
Or maybe you just came up with a bunch of bullshit self-pitying sentimental nonsense when you were high, left it up for the lolz, and i'm completely off base. Maybe you read this and are like 'haaaa, this guy, always taking the shit i say seriously.". Fuck if i know, i'm on the opposite side of the world.
I do hope this actually helps tho, you've still
got sentimental value for me, first wing and what not. Glorious
memories of us standing in a bar, doing 1 or 2 approaches (if i wasn't being like 'but tycho, girls are too scary to talk to, i must DHV, let's go all tactical over the shoulder then i'll talk about that girl stalking me for the 700th time') and being like "WE ARE GOLDEN GODS!! YAY! Let's leave now. VICTORRRRY".
How things have changed....
But if it doesn't apply, oh well, much love from England. Here's a picture of a scone:
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Thanks for the pep talk man.
Yeah, she did take a piece of me. Not to say I don't hook up anymore, get numbers, ect. But they don't mean shit to me. It's the weirdest thing. The rest of my life is perfect, but that part is fucked up.
All I can really do is keep going out. It'll resolve itself. Sometimes when you're really in love in, and when she's going out with another dude, it fucks you up. It's like a workout where you were so hard your muscles hurt for a week. It's becase their dying and getting rebuilt, I guess. Not so say the pain is okay, it's just me trying to understand it and make it into something more positive.
Good advice with the "did i step out of my comfort zone." Basics are king
Yeah, she did take a piece of me. Not to say I don't hook up anymore, get numbers, ect. But they don't mean shit to me. It's the weirdest thing. The rest of my life is perfect, but that part is fucked up.
All I can really do is keep going out. It'll resolve itself. Sometimes when you're really in love in, and when she's going out with another dude, it fucks you up. It's like a workout where you were so hard your muscles hurt for a week. It's becase their dying and getting rebuilt, I guess. Not so say the pain is okay, it's just me trying to understand it and make it into something more positive.
Good advice with the "did i step out of my comfort zone." Basics are king
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It put the passion right back into the game. There's me, in my head, with all the shit happening, but then there's the real joy of hanging out with a girl. It's hard not to notice it. She brought her friend, and it was fine. I enjoyed both their company. It just sort of reminded me how far into my head I am.
Girls aren't this scaryass thing. Girls are just girls, funny and silly. We went on a phototrip, and to be honest it's been so long I spent like two days before worrying about it. How it'll be. What I"ll say when I get there. Will she be attracted. If I was simply going out on the weekends, every weekend, I probably wouldn't have to worry so much. Well, no one has to worry.
I'm putting down blueprint too. I'm gonna listen to mastermind because it's bad not to get any pickup in my curriculum, I lose focus, but blueprint.....it just puts me too into my head. That's the focus. That's not where we want to be. I'm in this because it's fun. It's wonderful to talk to beaitufiul girls. Even if they don't end up being attracted. It's the joy of the moment that counts.