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Smirnoff

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Or the "Hunt for Cunt", depending on how vulgar you are :-)

Giggle.

Anyhoo, onwards with the story. Just reserving my seat for 2010 and the debauchary that will commence on the fateful night that is new years eve.

Keep your eyes peeled for regular updates.

If you haven't read already, then check out my bootcamp story below.

And, if you have any tips for pulling a threesome, then do let me know. A fuck buddy of mine wants one and we are trying to get it sorted out.

Until then, happy new years and I'll write the first of many FRs in the first week of January!
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Righto on with the drama!

New Years Eve 2009

The dawning of a new decade.

I spent Xmas with the family outside of the city in my sleepy suburban town. Xmas for me was a quiet time of reflection and Xbox playing, so when it came to New Years I knew I had to do something.

Calling up a friend we hatched a plan to have a mental night back in London, kicking off the new year in style.

Just before leaving my fathers house I stood in my room and realised that on that same day, at the dawning of the decade just gone by I had stood in that same spot and reflected on what I would acheive in the next 10 years. I was 14.

Now at 24 approaching 25 I couldn't help but think that things had gone pretty swimmingly over the last 10 years. I had lost my virginity :-), skydived, travelled, graduated college and university, loved, lost and pursued my dreams. And now having just completed a bootcamp, I was set up for the next 10 years of my life. And things could only get better.

Into London town, glorious. Cold. But glorious.

A quick turnaround at home and onto meet my friend.

We arrived at the club at 8pm - a spot of blagging was in order. We hadn't got tickets and this was a rather classy establishment frequented by celebs and rich people alike. After 5 mins of chatting shit with the undeniably hot door we got our tickets - 50 quid each!

Ouch.

Onto the casino the cry went up. Glory or bust.

I'm on fire, £50 won back in the space of an hour. A couple of whiskys and cocktails and I've got a nice buzz going on.  Grab some pan-asian food before bouncing to the club....hmmm duck wraps.....yum.

Shit.

We forgot to pay. Clean walked out. Ah well. Giggle.

Huge line in front of the club. We stride to the front, nimbus aglow. "Queing is for loooooooosssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrssss". They let us straight in for our breaking rapport tonality....and our stamped hands.

Coat check. Get full bitched on by a table hostess, she doesn't like my snide remark on her coat queue jumping ability. I thought it hilarious.

The mayhem commences. First group - 3 girls and 1 guy, opens beautifully. I running my mouth, they love me of course. Until I have to leave them. Sad times. But I have to see my other friends, we've just found them.

They have other friends with them, including a sister of some PUA. Oh god.

I know that I'll fuck this girl tonight literally one second after we start speaking. I don't know how, I just do.

We chat for 30 seconds, then the champagne arrives. Toast to the night, then onto more cocktails.

We proceed to tear up the club. My midnight kiss arrives in the form of a Canadian girl, who I lose at approx. 1pm. By lose, I mean I physically lost her and never saw her again - I still don't know how that happened. Grr, she was on it. Fuck.

I'm painfully aware of my friend's game. It hits my immediately that he is the mirror of what I was before bootcamp. Overly dominant, physical and pushy - thinking its a sprint not a marathon. It gets him nowhere but a makeout or 2.

In contrast I'm chill. Fireworks look good but they don't blow shit up.

I'm just chatting up girls. Full self-trust.

Memory distortion hits in after 1pm Jaeger shots pulse through my veins. Next thing I know is I'm walking to the bus stop with "the sister" and the brother in tow.

"My brothers really angry, you shouldn't come home with me"
"Its not a good idea, I promised him I wouldn't"

Irrelevant. Responsibility is all mine. Just enjoy the ride girl.

Bus times of singsong. Oh the drunks of London do know how to have a party on a nightbus.

After many reditions of "Wonderwall" later we culminate our journey in the middle of bumfuck no-where South London.

Just be there at a place where you can fall asleep together.

I look at my phone. Its 5.20am in the morning and I'm sitting in a kitchen with sister and brother.

Dude, fucking go to bed - I silently implore the brother.

He makes more tea.

I go to the toilet.

Upon leaving the bathroom I see his shadowy form retreat into his bedroom. Thank fuck for that.

Girl, kiss. Into her room. Smoke. Clothes off. Done.

I fuck off home. A good night. Even better when I look in my wallet. I spent £14.

My champagne hangover lasts all weekend.
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hahaaha awesome man...... :D
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Fuck.

I knew it was gonna happen.

That snapback into chodem.

Cunt.

Now what follows isn't a chode night in the eyes of my friends. But to me...oh man.

Its now 4.22am. I'm alone and horny. And I had sex twice on Friday.

Well, I arrive in Clapham Junction at 10pm. I hit up a cocktail bar on Lavender Hill where I believe my friends are. They aren't.

I get a shot of jaeger and a beer. Begin chatting up some south african bird, quiet and attentive. God. Its so easy. I'm a hot guy.

A text from my mate. Apparently hes in another bar. Shit. Number close and neck suck the south african. Could have made out but thats simply masturbation. Honestly, the amount of bar make outs I have done. Why bother getting another? Unless I'm gonna fuck, why bother?

I get to the bar. Hes not there. Another 10 mins he says. Cunt!

Start talking to some guy, an aussie. Starts introducing me to his friends. Chat a while until my mates arrive. We drink and then move to the club.

I get stuck on the dance floor with my mates. This is a uni thing. We would dance on the dancefloor hoping to pull. Fuck. I got caught in an old pattern.

I open a few times. But cos I'm so stuck in my head I get a few bad blowouts. Like full chode backturns. Oh my god.

My state drops. I wanna go home. I stick with it.

The main two sets that I could have fucked I bail on.

First one, I'm debating it and she says that she needs to get back to her friends, but I should come along with her. The extra effort involved puts me off. I mug her off.

The second set is two girls. One hot, one not. Aftter spending an hour with them, I realise that in all likelihood the ugly has claimed me from her friend when I went to the toilet. The hottie has become cold and the ugly more friendly in sexual way. Fuck.

Looking back I should have stuck with the second set and tried to fuck the hottie anyway - I would have ended back at their place in the end.

The main thing was getting stuck in an old habit in the club of barely approaching and sticking with my pals. Fucking university friends!

And they were so excited that they made out with girls. That was a successful night for them! Am I just a for thinking that is full chode. Honestly I believe anything other than full sex is chode.

Makeouts. Chode

Fingering. Chode

Blowjob. Chode

Fuck. Arrrggggh.

I was told this would happen by Alex, but it doesn't help. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Spankwire. Sigh.
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Christopher~ wrote:

And they were so excited that they made out with girls. That was a successful night for them! Am I just a for thinking that is full chode. Honestly I believe anything other than full sex is chode.

Makeouts. Chode

Fingering. Chode

Blowjob. Chode

Fuck. Arrrggggh.

I was told this would happen by Alex, but it doesn't help. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Spankwire. Sigh.
1st thing
Let me ask you a question did you find bootcamp fun?
If yes, remember that you had success on bootcamp while you were enjoying yourself.

2nd thing
You should committ to going out 3 nights a week (or more if you want/ can) and that you should be your criteriea for success (obviously along side applying what you learned on bootcamp)
Rather than setting your standard as getting laid every time you step out of the building...and if you apply what you learned fully everynight you go out, logistics will be the only thing stopping you.

You might get laid every night you go out, you might not...both are perfectly fine. I mean even Brad doesn't get laid every night he goes out..............i think
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Momooj - cheers for the thoughts mate. Now I'm less "emotional" about last nite, I can see the good points of last night. I was just frusrated by my lack of action for the most part, cos the night started off well. To be fair it was stil pretty good. My interactions are getting longer and longer - I'm really starting to internalize my bootcamp feedback of chilling out and letting things play out.

Definately need to go out more. Oftentimes its only once a week properly. The rest of my week is fuck buddies or friends times.
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LOL I'm still in my dressing gown. Its 5pm. Glorious day of watching DVDs and tidying the "crib". Ghetto times.

So, I called the South African from last night. We chat for a bit, tell her I'll call her next week to go from some drinkies. She sounds keen. So last night wasn't too much of a disaster :-)

Anyway, for future reference here are my personal feedback notes from bootcamp. This is what I focus on daily:

1) Make things more light-hearted and positive. I have traces of negativity and pessimism that communicates scarcity. Be more "zen"
2) Meditate on "I don't give a fuck" versus unapolegetic. One is confrontational and negative, the other is more chill and positive
3) Trust that as long as I keep referring to the notes and keep going out I can't avoid getting good - just like going to the gym. I know how to lift the weights properly now. I just need to keep on doing it and growing strong is inevitable
4) Dress express, not to impress. Enjoy dressing to express yourself - have fine with it
5) Its a marathon, not a sprint. Play things out - I need to internalise the frame that "If I try to force anything in life, it won't come to me"

Thats my roadmap. I'm also starting to read "I hope they serve beer in hell" as recommended by Alex.

Gonna get this shit dialled! :-)
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Tuesday 12 January 2010

Well, mixed bag today. I text the south african bird from saturday about going for a drink tonight and no reply :-( Oh well. Its funny how I still got quite reactive to it throughout the day, checking my phone etc. Funny though, cos its indicative of a scarcity mindset - yet I'm not exactly living in total scarcity as I'm seeing a couple of girls regularly. I guess its just frustrating when you think something has gone well and then it turns out like that. I logically know that there could be plently of other reasons why she didn't reply, but emotionally I still feel the feelings of doubting myself and frustration. I guess I could pretend on here that "I don't give a fuck", but thats not the point of all this. Honesty. To myself and to others, is the only way to improve.

Anyway, on the plus side it gave me a chance to go to the gym tonight - something I hadn't done since before xmas. Felt good.

I was going to go to Oxford Street and hit up the bookstore for daygamez, but I was fucking hungry and needed to eat my stirfry waiting for me back at home. However, on the way back I warmed myself up quickly by asking an old lady for directions to the tube - in preparation for the tube station itself.

I've always been too pussy to approach on the tube platform near my work - in case colleagues saw me.

However, tonight something was different.

Saw some girl wearing a thick coat - stroll over, big smile and "Excuse me, I'm jealous of your coat, it looks soo warm!". She looks at me wierdly and says "what?" in a foreign accent. I repeat, slowly and with a big smile. I'm relaxed.

"What do you want?" she says. She looks really freaked out. Foreign girls. Christ.

At this point I feel uncomfortable, so I just bail.

So, I didn't follow the template of "ask a question, then go illogical" as I was taught on bootcamp, but I've opened with shit like that before and its always gone very well - with English girls and foreigners.

In my head I reframe it as she was intimidated by some attractive guy approaching her, I've had girls tell me that "my confidence is intimidating". I guess its my fault for not sticking in there and allowing my chill state to affect her. Instead I get uncomfortable and bail.

Anyway, after my tube ride, I 'm waiting at the bus stop and some brunette girl stands next to me with her shopping. Big smile, "So, what did you get?"

Thick foreign accent "what?"

Oh, my, god.

Here, I get tense, expecting another awkard moment. I speak too fast and pretty much blow myself out by thinking its gone tits up and not moving to the next stage of introduction and handshake.

She says "Have a good night" as she gets on the bus that comes (not mine). For some reason I ignore her.

Get home, eat me stirfry. Yum!

Positives are that I took action today. I need to do this everyday. I'm inspired by some thread I just read on a 30 day Daygame challenge - 5 approaches a day. I'm thinking of doing something similar, but not just for 30 days.

Lessons learnt:

1) The first minute or so of an interaction is always a bit awkward. I know this. Girls get intimidated, especially if they are foreign and there is a bit of a language barrier. I need to focus back on relaxing, taking a deep breath and slowing down. Don't be afraid of the awkardness, lead the girl through it.
2) Going to the gym feels good.
3) Eating stirfry feels even better :-)
 
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 Dudeeee......sarging on the tube - there are going to be some pretty fucking big shields on there.

props for doing it. balls of steel.
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 whats places you hitting around Clapham?
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Wednesday 13 January 2010

Haha, god. South African girl texts me at 8.30am. She was working late and missed my text, apologies and to hit her up again when I'm free. We'll see if we actually do meet, but its just interesting how reactive I get when a girl ignores me.

Anyways, no approaches today. I went for a drink after work with a workmate. Conversation turned to promotions etc. I'm being set up for managerial stuff, and hopefully a move to New York in a year or so.  We had a talk about peoples first impressions of me. He said, and I quote:

"Dude, when people first meet you they think your a cunt. But when they get to know you they see your a cool guy and like you. Without exception"

Funny, backs up (again) everything said on bootcamp. It just drives me to chill more and be a "nicer guy". Stop trying to force things. I've been taking deep breaths throughout the day to chill myself out and become more "zen".

Anyways, tomorrow is night out times. Soho glory and from there probably a RSD favourite club :-)

@HanSoloUK - I've pm'd you about clubs mate. Dont want everyone knowing :-)

And that South African has just text me asking if I'm free :-)
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