Haha, the beast isn't afraid to come out with liquid courage.
I'm still laughing at the "it's all in the eyes" comment made by me in h.wood and you chime in... We're all predators here, the good kind, don't let that societal bullshit tell you otherwise.
Wear a condom don't worry about shit like std's! If you think about ridiculous stuff like that you'll only give yourself more stumbling blocks. Sure it's good to present a vibe of you screening, not to the point you give up a hottie tho.
I like how you smacked her ass and felt up her tits. You were channeling the inner beast there bro
2/26/2010 running on 2 hours of sleep. i will make this as concise as i possibly can in this state.
The music starts blaring, they start playing electro... Not my type of music, but I'll dance. I get more alcohol as bottle service it's free for XXXX's birthday and we have a table. We move to the table and I start drinking like a fool without a cause. One of the girls at our table, she'll be known as HB Tubetop, she was pretty but she looked run down from the party scene and appeared older, as I found later in the night, she is the same age me. It's very sobering seeing this pretty girl herself with all drugs and alcohol
All this drinking makes me want to pee. I make my way to the restroom and on the way back, I see this girl at the bar, I smile and she smiles back, I finger gesture her to come hither. No dice, I make my way back to the table to drink some more with the little sister. HB Tubetop is talking to my uncle and keeps looking at me. I don't really pay her any attention. I start to dance and get a little loose as I was stiff and stifled. Need to pee again, FUCK. Make my way to the restroom, this time on the way there, I stop by the bar and I approach the girl I mentioned earlier. I tell her "you're fucking gorgeous and I had to come talk to you", she gives me a huge smile and I say let's dance, she says no it's okay. I take her hand and twirl her and she keeps repeating no, it's okay. I needa pee and the inner chode speaks, I get into her ear and say have a good and smile as I leave. Fuck. =/
Walk around and dance towards the table. Eventually making my way back and I make another mixed drink. I sit and chill, HB Tubetop comes from no where as my uncle is pushing her on me. She's spilling her drink all over me and I move her off as I'm carrying my little sister's shit. I pull my uncle in as I get up so he can distract her so I can dance the night away. I don't get his logic of him pushing her on me then saying that she's a skank and to not do it. I simply nod and go dance with the fam bam.
I have a good time and work a little sweat, it's getting hot. Time to drink! No alcohol this time, just cranberry with a splash of orange juice. I'm starting to feel really buzzed so I go back down to sit. HB Tubetop comes and plops down right next to me. We start talking and she is drunk. The only thing I remember talking about was this orbiter that watched over her like a lost kid without his mommy. I ask if that's her boy toy, she states that is not her boyfriend but some guy that buys her everything, including her implants. I put my hand down her tubetop and feel her up. First time I've felt fake titties and I will admit, they are nice. She smiles at me and can't believe I did that. I pull my hand out and she starts telling me how I'm good looking.
My sister interrupts, she's drunk as shit and I take care of her. HB Tubetop volunteers to take her to the restroom to yak. Sweet, I don't have to hold her hair. HAHA.
I decide to back to the open area and dance as I need to work off the buzz. After awhil I make my way back to the table and I see HB Tubetop leaning forward on the table and her ass is hanging out. I just saw ass and I smacked it, I didn't really care for the reaction. I sat down and made sure the sis was alright. HB Tubetop's orbiter came to me, IHis accent was really thick and I couldn't make out what he way saying. I kept saying what? HUH? I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU. He gave me the middle finger and walked off. I laughed it off and he was wearing the typical clubbing attire, button up shirt with as much rhinestones as possible, expensive jeans and dress shoes with a fat ass watch. What made me really laugh was his blue tooth ear piece and talking in the middle of a loud ass club. REALLY? Who the fuck goes to the club with an ear piece? Trying to look like MR. IMPORTANT here.
Anywho, HB Tubetop comes to me and says that her orbiter is really mad that I smacked her ass. I say I don't care. She then goes on to explain that he's creepy and he won't leave her alone. The lights turn on, time to go home. Everybody is scrambling and I head to vallet with and proceed to get HB Tubetop's number with the intention of getting a blowjob or titty fuck, in my mind, I can't catch an std from either one of those right? Needa google that later. Orbiter gets really mad and I just sit there and carry on.
Get in my car and take my sis to her hotel. Text HB Tubetop to see if she lost her chaperone, no response. Drive my ass home and get 2 hours of sleep and go to work. Get a text from her today and try to keep things sexual, she's not responding. Miscalibrating on my part, not sure how to fix it. Common occurence, get number, girl loses interest after banter, sexual texts or plain friendly. I've tried many things and I'm at the point to say fuck texting, but the path of mastery is not an easy one. I'll keep at it.
I'm horny as fuck since I gave up my friend with benefits so I can motivate myself to approach more.
-stick in set; persistence is key
-build social momentum
Basically Owen wants to instill principles in us that can be applicable anywhere in life, no matter what skill level and state of mind. The principles are simplistic yet complicating at the same time, you'll know what I mean if you've taken a bootcamp or have very fickle states.
I've got blown out plenty of times but as I have had time to digest the information and experiences, each night progressively got better.
I'm only posting the positive and what I've learned, I won't throw in any blow out sets unless I thought they were funny.
@ the edison: tinkerbell, she's this cute girl dressed up as a fairy selling absinthe in a bottle. I introduce myself and role play with her throughout the night.
chicagoians: danced and danced some more, i believe julian was winging me here and there with the cousin. wasn't really into this set but owen kept zipping by and told me to start escalating. i did and she got really uncomfortable and had even mentioned it. owen kept pushing me and let me know, although she was saying those things, she was attracted. eventually i just kept doing it and doing it without a care, i blew myself out that set by over and repeditive escalation.
texas girl visiting her disabled friend(she walked around with a walker) in LA: the funniest set to me all night. saw a 2 set of girls in the corner and owen tells me to open them, i'm very reluctant as one of them is handicapped and with half the words already coming out of my mouth "but she's handi..." owen interjects "WHAT BECAUSE SHE'S HANDICAPPED!?, GO!", i'm like fuck... i get over there and open. their faces light up and i get in there and do my thing, in the midst of all of this the disabled girl leaves. i get into the bubble of love with the texas girl and find out some very quirky things about her. she's a germaphobe and will not kiss me...(I FIND THIS BEHAVIOR ODD) i keep going at it back and forth, it gets to the point where i verbally ask how do you show you like somebody if you can't even kiss them? she gives me the french side to side kiss and we give each other pecks.
i start to see her eyes wander and i say let's go look for your friend.(lead) we get up and find the friend near the dance floor and she looks PISSED. anywho they both venture off the restrooms and while they're away, i'm told to go into sets.(builds/maintains momentum) owen catches a glimpse of the disabled girl making her way through and tells me, stick with her, the friend will eventually make her way back to you.
i stop the disabled girl in her tracks, literally grabbing her walker and asking if she's okay (her friend mentioned she was drunk?). she says shes fine and bolts off. owen comes up to me and tells me to stick with her, i'm like son of a... anywho i'm in pursuit, stop by the bar ask for water and find the disabled girl in a nook and cranny. she's on the phone talking and i eventually leave to find the instructors... i see the texas girl a little bit further from where they are and she's getting picked up by some other bootcamp student, not from RSD but some other camp. i stroll up and take her real quick and lead her back to the friend who is now sobbing on the phone. from there, it's pretty much a full blown argument. they're going at it and the texas girl is tearing a new asshole on the disabled girl and i think that's really fucked up. i stay in set even though it's uncomfortable, i'm telling her to calm down, picking her up and moving her around. nothing... i leave set and find owen, i briefly explain what's going on and he says learning to tame girls is like learning how to tame tigers.
he rolls in set and goes "HEY HEY HEY, AREN'T YOU TWO BEST FRIENDS? YOU GUYS LOVE EACH OTHER!" while watching owen and moving the texas girl around, owen talks to the other girl and i hear some hilarious things coming from his mouth. "there's a war going on right now! between the palestians and the israelis", "if we as americans can't drop this petty argument, how do you expect them to stop fighting?" i was laughing at the utter nonsense.
as time went on, the argument got bigger and bigger. to the point where the texas girl got the keys to her friend's place and stormed off never to be seen again.
we went to a bar, i don't remember the name of it but pretty much lots of blow outs for me.
had a pretty good interaction with a few sets.
talked to a girl of a 4 set, 2 guys and 2 girls... all of the guys were on shrooms, that's interesting...
talked to some artsy fartsy girls and just shot the shit.
ended up dancing with a mexican cutie but her brother in law was there, she's married at a young age... (while looking around the artsy fartsy girls looked like they wanted to dance, should have approached but they were a bit weirded out that i was friends with the other bootcamp student.)
# closed some photographer who makes me feel like i'm a piece of shit and will not talk, will not do anything, very dry and boring and expressionless.
last set of the night was us at a taco joint and me physically escalating some indian chick and cornering her... i wasn't into it but for the sake of experience, i did it and apparently did something wrong when i didn't escalate any further according to manwhore.
it was pretty funny when owen opened a pin up model and got shot down and a few mins later opened a beer maid who was just getting off her shift. she looked like she was into owen and told us of her other job involving kicking guys in the balls for money. shortly after, owen comes into wing a set i'm in (indian girl) and gets another threat to his testicles
all in all a pretty good night, i'm learning that i'm not pushing or leading hard enough.
ahhhh, it's been awhile friends and aspiring ladies' men.
changes have been made, on a deep and superficial level since my bootcamp and my reports.
i'm a bit more laxxed and understanding/aware of my surroundings. i'm not good at what i do but i'm now enjoying the process of this whole "pickup" thing. i took a break because i was going through the mental frustration and angst of taking this all too damn seriously. i took a week off completely and even got off the forums, hell i almost forgot my username and password. but good news, i come back a better man and with some better lays under my belt.
2 different lays in 1 day
plenty of makeouts
a few new numbers
and more quality girls in my life
i can't completely credit RSD for the journey but i can give them credit for helping me along the way.
i'm at a plateau and i'm really not sure how to push through this one. it's kind of a identity crisis where i see a hot girl and there is this raging fire in me that wants to pick her up and fuck the shit out of her and there is the other side of me that is afraid of action and how everybody views him. it's creating this anxiety and funk that i'm not digging. i'm working through it and it's tough, i got my work cut out for me but the journey is the most important part.
seriously though, i got a few numbers of these temps that i work with and they are fucking smokin. it feels like i already got rejected by them and i'm the only one that feeling that intense sexual tension, i'm fucking burning with desire and it's driving me NUTS.
went to our sunday spot, free improv comedy and standing in line, shooting the shit with friends. total cutie comes up to us and asks us what time we got here to get this good of a position in line, we say 530. i introduce myself the only way i know how, being loud and hand spin twirl. we get her in line and she brings her friend visiting from out of state.
we talk and i got her to buy us beer, oh yeah! we vibe and get into our bubble of love. we enter the comedy show and the lights dim, i wasn't congruent and she didn't hold my hand when i went for hers. i started to chode out and just enjoyed the rest of the show.
damn... lately it's been getting better, meaning my nights out are consistently better but today, i feel like i lost out on something good because i didn't go hard, i didn't go full force. i choded and it sucked because she was digging me but i reacted to my situtation.
reminds me of why i got into this pickup thing, freedom of outcome and abundance.
had i been myself and expressed myself from the core, i wouldn't feel be in this chodey place.
a girl that i've been FWB for awhile ended up getting with another guy.
haven't been on myspace in over a year, visited old friends profile and checked what they're up to. saw an old picture of me and the ex, haven't ever seen these pics. struck some sadness into my heart.