Hit up the bars way late and I am super buzzed. Wearing boots so my feet don't get wet.... only it isn't raining tonight. It was an off night but my golden rule applies: I am awesome even when I suck.
I see Asian girl. She is cute and she is wearing pure sexiness. I introduce myself and she tells me her name... it is a very unique name. She is Laotian and she tells me about her relatives. I ask if she can cook and she can, yay. She starts bragging about how she can make a mean ass noodle soup. Wing comes in and deals with the other girl.
I run into some dude I used to go to high school with; we chat for a bit and I am off to find another girl. I hit up some chick at the bar and she is not very responsive. I plow but I don't like wasting my time. I run into Asian girl again. I tell her she needs to cook me a noodle soup sometime next week. I was drunk so I don't remember what day we agreed but whatever.
I tell her to give me the number. She says, "I have a boyfriend." I look at her funny and say, "I don't give a fuck" she smiles and throws that number in there and tells me she will def cook for me. She then asks if I can get rid of a creepy dude. I look over at her friend who is trolling for cock and decide the guy is cool.
My wing hits up a 4 set of womenz. One of the cute girls opens me as I stand by looking really sad. I think she is a Russian spy sent from the future. She extracts all sorts of info from me and finds out I used to live in Alaska. She did too. Conversation continues as such...I have/did/been (fill in the blank)... and so has/does she... wow rapport +10. Lulz. As I am pulling my phone out so she can throw those 7 little bastards in there her friends begin to leave. She stays and my wing comes out of nowhere and tells her to go with her friends like now... she listens to him and disappears.
I was a little pissed. Apparently my wing thought he was using reverse psychology on her and thought she would stay. I explain how stupid that is but whatevz. I drop my anger like a hot rock and decide to work on chilling out and having fun. My wing says I am like a salty old vet who is grumpy as fuck. So I thought about it and there is some truth to that statement. So as a result I decided to make a conscious effort to be more positive.
I get hungry and hit up some pizza shop. Some dude in line claims to be a super badass bass guitarist. He tells me he is in town for the Oscars and he might be playing or some shit. I wasn’t paying attention to the details until he bought me a shit ton of pizza which was super cool. I kick it with this random cat for the remainder of the night since everything is closed and it is colder than a witch’s clit outside. Teh end.
Early Bird Gets the Sperm I went on a d2 like 2 hours ago. It's the girl that fell in love with my witty supply and demand text. I tell her to meet me at a bar. I arrive late because I have to take a monster shit. My shit was green like neon green. Not like the normal green shit... this shit was super radioactive turd nuggets and it hurt a bit. You who are reading this is probably like, "This faggot thinks his shit was neon green; he is full of shit." I swear itz the truth.
I see her at the bar alone looking for my text to say why I am late. I need to pee so I duck around her and head to the pisser. I fart when I pee. Walk out and say whats up. She is drinking wine and arrived like 15 mins early. What a dork. I order a beer and scoop her away from the bar to the pool tables. She gives me a dollar and we play pool. I pwn her at pool. I talk some shit. She throws another dollar in. She looses again. I am a terrible pool player but I won twice so I am awesome.
I sit down next to her and we makeout. She likes my stubble and rubs it with her face as I talk about being mistaken for a drug dealer on a constant basis. She makesout some more with my face but it gets to be a little bit much so I pull away and tell her to sorta chill the fuck out. I work the logistics. She has to be up super early, she has roomates, she is sleeping on the couch, and more shit that makes my cock cry.
I tell her we should come to my area but it is a bit far. She isn't really down and makes up some bullshit about not knowing me well enough. HAHA! So I am like ok whatevz. I am holding her and I start to rub her vag outside her jeans in front of like 4 bar staff and 3 peeps playing/watchin pool. Its kinda odd but she is cool with it. I rub away until she decides we should go somewhere private. I couldn't agree more.
Walk to my car which is in the worst spot ever to fuck. I tell her to get in the back and we attack each other. I suck on her tits and fingerblast her (she is super tight) for a while... then some dude walks by watching us as he passes. Then another dude walks by... then another homeless dude stares as he walks by. For all I know the same dude is walking by back and forth enjoying the show. She gets wierded out with a fucking quickness. I decide this is annoying and I dont care if some faggot looks at my small dick. I have her suck my dick.
I drive her home and she tells me, "I want you to come over tomorrow so I can ride your cock." I nod my head in agreement. Apparently her roomies are leaving tomorrow and she wants to set up a serious beer pong game. I'm down.
ALSO totally unrelated but if you havent seen this shit... you are missing out:
if i am busy as fuck, already meeting up with a girl, or tired i will be hit up by girls hinting at a meetup. However, if am horny and want to bone ahora then i KNOW the meetup isnt going to happen. If i give two shits about a meetup it wont occur. If i feel lazy and want to sit in myy underwear playing video games i KNOW evil women will be hittin me up just to distract me from my awesomeness. WINNER!
Ok so i went out with an old non community friend, Mr Smooth, and some other peeps. My friend is nervous and has what i would call a loser mentality. Anywho i decided tonight i will dedicate to spending time with said friend and get drunk. Get inside and my autopilot response is to hit up the first girl i see. I go for makeout after i speak 2 sentences. No go but i think i licked her face. Remember i am pretty trashed. The rest of the night consisted of piggybacks, losing my jacket, eating a chicks food, then force vomiting food due to corrosive acid aka super hawt sauce. This isnt really an attempt to improve myself it was more or less just a drinking night. As i write this i realize what a waste of time it is to go to the bars just to be drunk in public and not work on pulling. Teh end.
In other news i am now 25 years old. Also despite my join date; i have only been doing this for a little over a year.
I have things to iron out as far as my overall game is concerned and i have no doubt i will utterly and any and all issues/sticking points. Period. The end.
So last night was the first Saturday I didn't go out in as long as I can remember. I feel so RESTED and holy shit I feel good!!! I got some sleep usually right now I feel tired and worn out. I have some real assfucker tests coming up and I need to study and get my shit together for next weeks shit schedule.
As far as my workouts go I feel like I have been overtraining myself (been working through an injury, which is fucking stupid). I think I just need a week off from the workouts, but I doubt I can stay out of the gym for that long. Someone asked me why I go to they gym, and I kinda just stared off into space trying to figure out just why I continue to go.... I no longer work at a job that requires me to be physically fit, I don't really care about how I look, nor do I ever plan on being an awesome muscle stud on some gay ass muscle magazine. My answer was I'll stop working out (for 3 weeks) when I can bench press 315 lbs for reps. The reason why I do it is because I get into this meditative state when I workout. NOBODY EXISTS when I work out except for ME and my SEXY MUSCLES much like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It's like a drug and I feel far removed from all reality in the gym. I don't hardly talk to anyone and I have this feeling of pure bliss. I am adicted to this state; therefore, I have no desire to stop. I guess I can relate this to pickup on several levels. It helps to know why you are doing the things you are doing even if the reason why is kind of off the wall/wierd.