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May 28th, 2017
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Silicone Pimp

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Manwhore wrote:
Was that that mexican girl I think she was wearing a red jacket? I wanted her so damn bad. Had her good inside then left to handle students n never got the vibe back with her after that. Sucked

Next time tell me you recognize me we can handle shit together instead of working separately
Yeah it was the Mexican four/five set. 

I never acknowledge other dudes when I am out, so it was too late by the time I realized who the hell you were. Hahaha. 
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Saturday Night Fuckathalon

I wake up at 7:00 AM in order to get to my geography field trip on time.  It was a three hour hike whilst I was hungover and slightly sick to my stomach.  Needless to say, I was tired as fuck for the rest of the day. 

I debate whether or not I should even go out.  Then an FB texts the following:

FB:  Come over... Not for sex... for cuddling. We can have sex first if you want... And I asked my mom so she wont throw you out

This is a rather funny text, and it makes no sense whatsoever.

I drive to her place barely awake enough to stay between the lines.  She answers the door with no pants on.  Go to her bed and fuck for like an hour.  I relax on her bed.  She asks me why I don't want a relationship.  I tell her that I am a douchebag scumfuck, and I couldn't be trusted to be in a relationship.  She wants to know about other girls I fuck.  I make fun of her.  She talks about other shit. We fuck again.  Afterwards, we just chill and have stimulating conversation.  I am beyond tired at this point.  Mentally and physically BUUUUUTTTT I HAVE TO GO OUT TONIGHT.  I leave. 

I drive to a 7/11 and get a rockstar to keep me awake.  I drive all the way down to the bar... barely awake.  I enter the bar and don't do shit.  I am actually disgusted with the high energy level in the place.  I observe the myriad of faggots that are overly animated and dancing with girls thinking they will get some.  I am Jack's raging bile duct.  I run into a couple friends and they are hitting up sets left and right.  Gangsta.  Me?  I'm a sour puss faggot tonight; I am a cranky little that cannot get hard if my life depended on it.

My dick has been fucked numb, and I don't care to approach.  I actually just want to go to sleep.  As I am leaving the bar,  my friend roomie jumps on me and wants to dance.  I tell her that I am bouncing.  She is sad, and she bites my ear so hard that I feel it as I write this post.  I go home and almost get hit by a drunk driver again. 

NOTES:
My attitude sucks.  What can I say?
Nights like this make me wonder how an instructor does this shit so often despite being tired and dealing with dumbass students.
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Silicone Pimp

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Tues night

Meet up with girl I knew from school, but I haven't seen her in a long while.  In all reality, I didn't really care to fuck her.  I guess dates are a form of social momentum.  I take her to a shitty bar, and I execute the program as usual.  I take her outside.  Get her in the backseat of the car.  Play with tits 'n' stuff.  Parking lot security interrupts TWICE.  Afterwards, I wasn't really feeling it.  I didn't want to bone her, so I put on some hardcore rap and just sorta dry humped and sang the lyrics.  She wants to go out again.... I don't.  Besides, I have too many other girls that I actually want to fuck.  It is very odd to me that I can execute the program while feeling nothing towards the girl... it's kinda weird/disturbing.  I asked myself, "What do I want?".  Then it hit me, I want a buffalo.

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Ok.  So I didn't meet the goal last week, and that is totally cool.  I met it for the first two weeks. To rehash, it was a minimum of a handie/blowie from a new chick per week obviously not counting fuck buddies.  I am ending this challenge as it puts uneeded outcome dependence on everything.  Durrrr.  I knew this would be the case.  So I am just going to chill out and continue working on the FUNDAMENTALS.  Especially Eye contact, eye contact, eye contact, eye contact, and eye contact.  Why the fuck have I neglected one of the most important parts of social interaction?  I dunno.
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UtopiaFive

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yeah setting outcome goals == outcome dependence (obviously).  kinda annoying how these things workkkk
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UtopiaFive wrote:
yeah setting outcome goals == outcome dependence (obviously).  kinda annoying how these things workkkk

Yes it is.
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PBR

I snap open a PBR 32 oz on the way to my friend's place. He left ID over at a club that he got kicked out of the previous night. I join him on his adventure to get the ID back. His roommate aka roomie comes with us.  We hoof it to the club and have to wait for the bouncer to track down his ID.  So I am just tarding (new word) around with a pair of red sunglasses on my face when a cute girl asks me about the clubs in the area.  She is from Canada, and she is staying for a few days.  She is thick with a really cute face.  The conversation is really chill.  My friend joins us and isn’t pleased with her friend who isn’t exactly cute.  They bounce to find a club they can actually get into.  We wait for another twenty minutes.  By the time they retrieve his ID, we have only an HOUR left before the bars close! 

We get into the bar, and I have to take a violent piss.  I come back and I hit up a blonde girl.  She is cute.  I pull down my retarded red sunglasses.  She tries to steal them from me.  Not aw, bitch!  I get them back before her friends drag her away. 

I hit up this OMG SUPER HAWT BRUNETTE girl.  She has a tight body, and she is petite.  The kind of a girl you can just spin on your dick and throw around the room as you are fucking.  I like.  She likes too.  We have a mini bubble of love going on.  She is leaving soon to go back to Texas.  I am sad.  I bounce.  (I should have stayed)

I hit up this hot blonde.  She tells me, “Fuck off!”  I think it is funny, and I KNOW I am too cool for school.  I pursue her again and touch her hips.  She yells, “Don’t touch me!!!”  I laugh and get up in her grill.  She tells me about her boyfriend.  I think this chick is funny because she is frontin’ hardcore.  She tells me to fuck off with this sexy ass smirk.  I want to ram my dick down her throat to shut her the fuck up.  She runs away from me. 

I hit up this SUPER STONED girl.  Basically, I am just being a good wing by talking to her.  She see my red shades that have the word Google printed on the sides.  She says, “GOOGLE!?  You like Steve Jobs?!”  I am confused at her utter retardation.  At some point she freaks out about something.  I had no idea what happened.  I am glad because she wasn’t cute and was socially inept.  On to the next!

My friend hits up a three set and I work on the other two girls.  Unfortunately, they are not hot.  I am able to occupy them because they are all over me like I am a piece of meat.  I tell my friend, who is workin’ the cute girl, to promote the afterparty.  He does.  I tell the other two girls that there is an afterparty.  I pull down my shades and dance like a retard for a bit.  As we are pulling these girls to the door, Roomie is pointing and laughing at us because she is super jealous.  She grabs me and tells me something.  I free myself and continue leading the girls.  THE SHOW MUST GO ON!

Outside, it is becoming obvious that my two are more interested in the afterparty than the cute one.  Fuck.  I try to work it with my friend, but it isn’t going down unless he just manhandles her.  Some Mexican dude comes up to the two girls and tries to lay down some game.  I look at one of the girls and say, “Oh he is CUTE!”  They laugh their asses off and he disappears for some reason.  This set eventually rolls.  THANK GOD FOR MY SAKE!

I help prevent a cockblock, and it just so turns out it is the blonde, who has a South African accent (SOOO HAWT), that told me to fuck off earlier in the night.  Hahahaha.  I was happy to see her.  I prevent her cockblockery by physically putting myself in between her and the cute couple that is my friend and random girl.  I tell her that THEY ARE IN LOVE!  She looks at me incredulously.  She asks me if I am gay.  I tell her I am super gay.  She laughs.  I adjust the red shades on my head.  She looks into my eyes with a smirk and asks if I am really gay.  I tell her no, but my boyfriend has a cute ass.  Her brain is fried.  I tell her that I love fucking her brains.  I bear hug her and pick her up.  I put her down.  “I’m an actress you know,” was her qualifying line of the night.  She tells me about her boyfriend in South Africa and how they rarely see each other.  I want to fuck her so bad right now.  Some dude who looks like Mathew McConaughey in the movie Dazed and Confused rounds up all the girls and takes them away.  LOL  You can’t make this shit up. 

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Silicone Pimp

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Party

Went to a party with my friend M.  Upon arriving to the party, it was immediately apparent that we were the coolest motherfuckers there. I chat with one of the girls subtly hitting on her right in front of her boyfriend.  She feels the dong; however, her boyfriend has no idea what is happening right in front of him.  I lay off because the dude is kind of depressing.  He tells me about how he is saving for her engagement ring by selling candy at work.  His dream is to buy her a $3,000 engagement ring.  He tells me about how he spent three months constructing a bird cage for her.  I want to blow my brains out.  Meanwhile, M is now flirting with his girlfriend who wants good dick.  She asks me if I am in a relationship.  I tell her that I like it casual.  She gets the hint and says that she bets I like it very, very, very casual.  Is there really any other way? 

Later on, M and I played beer pong and one guy on the other team threw a total bitch fit... over a fun game.  Now this guy's girflriend was suprisingly hot.  She was so hot I had trouble comprehending the fact that she was with this crybaby.  My mind was blown.  M flirts with her and tells this crybaby dude that his girlfriend is hot.... now get this... they fight for the remainder of the night in the bathroom.  I assumed they were fucking, but I guess there was lots of crying going on.  What the fuck.  This blows my mind.  Next day she sends my friend M FB friend invite.  I guess they are broken up.  I told my good friend M that he should lay down the pipe even though he is in a relationship.  His girlfriend is cool, but he seriously needs to broaden his horizons.  So I played devil's advocate and planted the seed in his mind to fuck this extremley hot blonde.  I like playing the demon on the shoulder opposite of the angel.  I shall see if my influence paid off for him.
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Push/Pull

Hot damn!  Push/Pull is too powerful to ignore.  I have been sprinkling it into my texts and daily interactions.  Push/pull is like ramming a 14 inch black dildo into a chick's brains; it fucks with their head.  I love it, and so do they.  This is something that I don't do nearly enough.  It clearly communicates abundance to the girl.  It's like a strong cologne that lingers in the air; it just CANNOT be ignored.  Who the hell is going to PUSH a chick when she is the only one they talk to?  So the question should be: Why the fuck AREN'T you PUSHING the chick if you are on here posting detailed FRs and LRs about the many girls you meet?  That's just some food for thought. 

It's funny how when I was a newbie I read the 25 points article by Tyler, and it literally fucked with my head because I tried following them all at once while in set.  I looked like mentally challenged monkey fucking a football.  Imagine that mind fuck.  It's like juggling with no experience, so you are likely to drop the ball.  After a while, it becomes second nature and easy breezy, BUT it is easy to forget the little things.  The important things.  Like I recently slacked on eye contact.  Something that is so fucking basic.  I sometimes like to kid myself that I am above the process, and that is a fucking lie.  I have so much more to learn, and I will always be learning shit in this game 'till the day I die.  I will always consider myself a n00b. 

Also wanted to add an epiphany that came a little late regarding my online shennanigans.  My online game has improved because I don't go for the number immediately anymore.  I chat and make shit more solid so when I transition to text, I have a more solid base to work from.  I know this differs from other methods, but I still work volume when it comes to this shit as anyone with half a brain should.  In other words, I fluff or vibe a lot more.  Just vibing could be a whole separate conversation in and of itself.  I noticed also that the more I vibe, the more a girl is likely to chase.  Basically, I am doing online and text vibing if that makes any sense as opposed to setting up the dates too soon...which works sometimes.  Finesse plays a large role in what we call game.  

Finesse: [fi-ness], noun, verb, -nessed, -ness·ing.
1) extreme delicacy or subtlety in action, performance, skill, discrimination, taste, etc.
2) skill in handling a difficult or highly sensitive situation; adroit and artful management: exceptional diplomatic finesse.


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Big Titties

convince a pof chick to drive 45 minutes to my house, so we can play beer pong.  She arrives early.  I lost my beer pong balls in the shrubs outside, and I have yet to find them.  I improvise with a couple of plastic acorns.  Beer is spilled everywhere as these acorns are rather heavy and knock over the cups with ease.  I win of course.  She has some drinkin' to do. 

We  chill on the couch as she is finishing her beers.  She tells me about her job and how working with bratty shithead kids can really suck.  I show her my dog, and she wakes him up on accident.  Fuck.  We go back to the couch.  I go for makeout, and I am denied.  We chat some more, and I go for it again.  We makeout for a while.  She suggests we watch a movie.  I turn off the lights and lead her to my room.  I put on the show breaking bad.  I proceed to play with her tits outside of her shirt.  She puts up a good resistance.  Eventually, I pull her boobs out and suck on her nipples.  She is moaning as I do this; then we dryhump for an eternity as I constantly attempt to remove her pants.  She doesn't allow it.  I lost track of how many times I attempted the pants removal operation to no avail.  I decide I will remove my boxers (forgot to mention I stripped down).  She plays with my dick, but she sucks at jacking me off.  I suck on her nipples as she jacks me off, but her pants will not come off.  She bites the fuck out of my shoulder, tongue, and neck.  She is so horny, but she keeps the pants on.  She has to get up early in the morning, so I let her go. 

As she is leaving, I receive a text from another pof girl.  She sees the text and asks if that is my booty call for tonight.  Yes.  She laughs we kick it for a minute, and she leaves.  I call the girl that texted.  We chat and she has to go smoke a bowl, so I let her go.  She texts back saying that she loves my sexy voice.  I tell her that I am kind of horny right now.  She calls me back after this text.  She tells me she is horny as fuck, but she is high and living with her mom and sister.  I tell her to come over.  She can't drive.  I tell her to text me the address, so I can fuck her good.  She doesn't want to wake her mom/sister.  Whatever.  She then starts talking dirty, and next thing I know, she is telling me how she wants my cock in her pussy.  We are having full blown phone sex.  She is pounding her with a dildo as I tell her how I am going to fuck her and then cum on her face.  She asks me if I would put it in her ass.  I tell her I want to cum in her ass.  She moans and pounds away (this is the highly abbreviated version lol).

So uhm... after an hour of THAT I again attempt to get her dumb ass over or send me the address but no.   I let her go, and then she texts me about how she is so sad and she just broke up with her boyfriend.  I ignore this shit, and I take a shower.  I come back, and she sent like 4 texts about why I don't want to talk.  Then she sends a text saying she is naked and horny again.  I pass the fuck out.
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Skeet skeet skeet
Naw thats tha other mayne
'cause my skeet never leak
out this rubber mayne
T&A ain't worth a nigga DNA
                                                          -Ice Cube

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