THE FORUMS

Last night was already epic.  

I land at SFO after a trip visiting family in backwoods Louisiana (note: *all* of Louisiana is backwoods Louisiana).  Somehow I'd magically received a text from Luke 2 hrs into my flight...  Something about beasting or another.  Works out the "start it right now" movement is strong within me, and I want to start now.  Planning to hit up this shit for all of an hour or so, I make the necessary preparations and deal with shit as it comes.  Cabbie whose credit card machine supposedly won't work...my lack of interest in seeing if he and his mysterious friend up front had change for a $100.  (I mean seriously, I'm an A-rab and all, but why do I get 2 A-rabs for the price of 1?  I don't want to tell you guys I have >$100 so...)  

And yeah...so much bullshit to be tested tonight.  

Your brain is fuckin wrong.  Always.  

We head to some venue I'm unfamiliar with.  Luke won't STFU about how he wants to make proof not promises as we pass by a super hottie.  

I cut him off by going to get some "proof."  :)

[=rgb(65, 105, 225)]"Excuse me, maam...rusty as fuck...my friend's trying to take me some...random ass spot...the starlight?"[/]
[=rgb(255, 0, 255)]"Oh, yeah, its right over there!"[/]
[=rgb(65, 105, 225)]"Yeah, but...we're right here -- what up -- I'm Tom..."  **handshake** "Oh...wait...are we dancing now?" **I actually say this, like...confused...lol**
[/][=rgb(255, 0, 255)]"Blah blah blah"[/]
[=rgb(65, 105, 225)]"Yeah lets go...come with us..."
[/][=rgb(255, 0, 255)]"Well gotta go home, the BF is waiting"
[/]
PHEW.  THAT SHIT IS WHACK.  It was choppier and less smooth.  But it was the start.  (Muttering HERRO to Asian girls walking by doesn't count even though its hilarious and douche.)  BUT WE DON'T CARE.  RESULTS ARE RESULTS, AND THE PROCESS IS THE PROCESS.  FOCUS ON ONE, BUT GET THE OTHER.  Your "game" doesn't matter, if its "cool" or "good" or whatever.  Nobody cares if you look cool before you get laid or don't get laid.  

So yeah we find the lobby of this hotel bar/club to be packed, and Luke does this GO IN 50% THING that we love to do and stops.  I tell him "That shit might slide on your own, but you gotta go in.  Max squats, I'm your spotter."  Some shit that sounded less cool aloud and more sensical in my head.  The best part of him actually going in is THE GIRLS ARE LIKE "OH WOW A NICE CLUB LETS GO SEE IT?!??!"  

Reference point: They like talk themselves into walking up with 2 random fuckers, one of which has a shitty scruffy face and afflication/jesus cross tshirt and red eyes from flying all day.  OK.  State IS actually irrelevant, you CAN do some shit with zero state.  (I mean, that was just me STANDING there, but...haha.  Looks like this fucker is harsh on himself.)  

Pull girls up, shit stays logical for a while.  Ouch.  

A Super Quick Interlude
BTW, with a year of going out, I'm not going like machine gun style "Do this, do that, lets see if I randomly get some!"  I'm making a pretty narrow focus every 2 weeks to look at one part of my game.  I decided to start off with something super simple, every day I'm all about "self-love" and it starts with the admittedly weird idea that seems like it doesn't do shit for your game, of looking myself in the mirror every morning for ONE MINUTE.  If nothing else, this is a more narcissistic kind of meditation.  If its bullshit, well..IT CAN'T HURT.  Oh yeah -- I wanted to throw that out because I realized "Ah, another habit down the line has got to be 100% emotionally expressive communication with no logic, EVER" (for the 2 week chunk).  

Back to quicky story time
Whatever the fuck.  We pass by some poppin venue but don't wanna wait in line.  Point taken.  Get there before 9 maaaaan.  Regardless, chat up some hos, dude with them is standing there being a chode, says some shit, I guess that he is CHINESE (he's clearly a mexican type dealio) which is hilarious when you think about it as its like I'M TALKING TO HIM AS IF HE IS A CHICK (he is).  He eventually to make some point says "Look" and makes out with one of the girls.  I logically conclude "AH YOU ARE BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND."  Zing.  lol.  

lol we see some fuckin mysterious looking venue that loooks so cool but is sooooo empty.  We're like "Get to the main drag" and we're also like Uhhh...jaw dropping...what is this beautiful place...it looks like a nice church, slash club, slash place where stupid people in a horror movie walk into like retards to die.  Actually the place is pretty solid to pull or "isolate" to but its closing...but like the general up front area, you could probably acutally just bang a girl out in.  (Future story.)  

We don't die, we verbally double-team the lady working up front, I pull out some Tranny-humor (lots of tranny jokes I got).  

The final set: the one we should've pulled if I wasn't such a crybaby douche
We pop in some shit venue on a whim, one we could've skipped.  I'm still weirdly internally jumpy a this point.  I see doggy receiving love frmo a triad of women (1 fatty, 1 hotty, 1 irrelevant) and go in Kool aid man style.  "Your dog's not an asshole dog, is he?" petting immediately, as if my question even mattered.  I laugh immediately and see hotty is Mia Kunis lookalike.  She enjoys the comparison but has to go wee wee. I do something gay or something. talk to fatty more.  i go make offhand gay comment to random woman, walk off.  luke opens 2 set, i see its going well, i jump in.  I immediately sense (another mind fuckup) that I'm blown out.  I probably actually think "Ah they don't like what I said...uh...do I like it?"  lol.  

But the shit takes off as Luke says "Where are you guys from?" as I immediately interlude with yet another cold-read (Is that all I can do?) "She's from fuckin Jersey" (pointing to the Jersey lookin one) "This one is from KANSAS."  (I realize how much cooler it sounds if after saying KANSAS, I spell it out K A N S A S.  New verbal game bit for me til it gets boring, just spell shit out like a retard for emphasis lol.  Less words, less chance to say something truly dumb.)  

THEN I REALIZE...
we used the "question and answer tactic."  Together.  Like, I was reading in some book, that to talk to a small child, it is immensely more interesting to the child to say "WHAtS THIS? ITS A FIRETRUCK!" instead of just "ITS A FIRETRUCK!"  

Verbal game:
- spelling like a retard for emphasis
- question n answer

So at this point it seems strong, and I decide "Whatever, pointless leading time, isolation time" -- I pull the taller skinny as fuck chick away.  "So I read in some magazine..." looking at her fingers "that...these are sign I should be concerned that you're an undercover tranny."  Something retarded like that.  She does a TAKEAWAY on me, as I recall, and I'm slightly apologetic.  Minutes later I just start dancing, I realize "Time to SOI this shit, I'm not M-W enough" and look her up-down and say something inspired by the jlaix "Damn look at this fuckin hot shit, ok stop distracting me...you were tlaking bout..."  

We actually talked about some "real stuff" besides "run game on woman" (unusual for me FYI).  

However, means shit.  Shots (begrudgingly on my part) and then...  We pull to next bar, and I see some fagot and his girl get refused at door.  I tell them (stand over there).  Once in the bar, I go and open the back door for these fagots.  They hold the door open, discuss for minutes whether or not to come in, and I laugh at their lameness.  Ticket to heaven, and you walk off like a lame fagot.  Apparnetly, I didn't know but **my** chick apparnetly just started grabbing Luke's junk at this time whiel I disappear.  I feel that in my memory I still am on her chatting and somehow a subtle trade occurs. I initially saw it as a "Oh the girls want to screen the guy the friends are gonna fuck..." but it starts going too long.  I don't like this.  THE FACT THAT I DONT LIKE IT IS WHY IT HAPPENED THO ISNT IT??

I tell Luke "did we just trade?  I'm going to have to fight you for this shit?"  

Turns out...he wasn't being a punk like I thought.  Just wish we knew beforehand to just be like  "Your ho is trying to trade.  Go with it or no?"  Then shit would've been fine.  

Whatever.  Night goes on.  I later see that the trade was in fact initialed by the girl, as I pull her off him and berate her for cheating on me.  (NOTE: another future habit for me is definitely to work on the PUSH from the PUSH PULL dynamic...that'll be a focus for TWO WEEKS STRAIGHT -- I now realize fully how weird it is that I'm fully attainable to normal girls where they DO NOT EXPECT THIS SHIT WHY is THE COOL DUDE TOO NICE?).  

Uhh -- I fuck up some shit.  End of night we try to trade back.  Fail.  Less hot girls feelings must be spared, by hot girl performing a full blowout.  BTW I am full drunk by now.  3 drinks i think is all it takes for holy crap.  

lol we walk with them they're like OK BYE GUYS we follow and I just say "fuck it lets get on these" as I start muttering nonsense to a girl and some guys try and talk shit.  Luke saves them from geting face spat in, I get on another girl as she REPEATEDLY TRIES TO KNEE ME IN THE BALLS.  UNFORTUNATELY SHE DOES NOT REALIZE THAT I WOULD ACTUALLY PUSH HER SHIT ON THE FUCKIN CEMENT DUMB HO.  Also being sober now I realize "Should have just face raped.  But who knows given my drunkitude."  We pull some chicks off the street. Luke buys too much beer and we walk to his place.  He disappears for one second and the INDIAN CHICK starts screaming WHAT IS YOUR INTENTION WHAT IS YOUR INTENTION I DONT LIKE YOUR INTENTION (this indian was LOVING me prior and was totally down to drink on rooftop lol).  

Another blown one.  

Night over.  luke gets me set up to crash on his floor and I start texting some old ho.  

THIS SHIT IS EPIC, GET READY

I knew she was kinda fucked.  But I didn't know how much. I'd had her number and never banged, we had met at like...2am, I follow her home and we hang out for an hour but she would not let me up.  

So I know its weird but go for it anyway.  

[=rgb(72, 209, 204)]Fuckin shoot her a text "Gimme ur address."  
[/][=rgb(255, 0, 255)]She responds "Address.  Get ready for something special."  [/]

FYI special means INSANELY FUCKED UP.  

MY PHONE DIES.  
LIKE A HERO I TAKE A CAB TWO BLOCKS TO MY CAR ONLY TO DISCOVER THAT SOME CRACKHEAD BUSTED UP MY WINDOW TO STEAL MY GYM BAG.  THE BEST PART IS MY LAPTOP BAG WAS STILL SAFE SITTING RIGHT BY IT.  LOL.  

So I plug in to the phone charger, drive over, park in some semi illegal shit, and call "YOU THERE?"
She brings me up.  I'm drunk.  She instantly pulls off the shirt and starts giving shit.  I just bite her titties and say "don't care".  
[=rgb(255, 0, 255)]I don't usually have sex.  
[/][=rgb(65, 105, 225)]Don't fuckin care.  [/]
[=rgb(255, 0, 255)]You like it in my ass or my pussy?  [/]
[=rgb(65, 105, 225)]I don't like it in the ass.  [/]
[=rgb(255, 0, 255)]I only want you to fuck me in the ass.  My pussy is too special.  [/]

As this is going on, she's doing  alot of testing.  I scrape up her titties by rubbing my scruff on em.  

She starts expressing weird negative emotoins and says some weird shit, [=rgb(255, 0, 255)]"Eh my ex boyfriend blah blah blah."  [/]
[=rgb(255, 0, 255)]"I want you to stay over but I need to have my ex come by and take some shit outta here."  [/]
I'm convinced to go hang out in my car for 10 minutes while she talks to this dude.  Weird fuckin situation, but...seen weirder.  until this point.  
Fuck shit, she calls me back like 10 later.  [=rgb(255, 0, 255)]"OK HES GONE"[/]
I'm at the front door dude comes down says "Ya Kate says to let you in."  (Again, this is getting fucking weird.)  

They just start getting naked, she dictates to me that she wants me to watch her get railed in the ass.  
I stand around, twiddling my thumbs for a moment, and just sit back and watch this.  I don't want to go home 45 mins away since I need to get my new apt keys for my new place in SF in like 2-3 hours.  

They finish up.  She says [=rgb(255, 0, 255)]Nice seeing you[/] to dude and he just leaves.  

I proceed to bang her vagina (I'M SPECIAL HE ONLY GOT ANAL EW) thinking terrible thoughts about the night, smiling and wondering "Is this what I want out of life huh?"  We cuddle.  

Then its time to GTFO and deal with real life.  

This bullshit was not aligned with self-love:
- too much drank
- not sticking to my original "1 hour" time limit lol
- especially fucking scandalous situation
- fucking up my sleep and my car lol

And today is a new day.  Time to sleep and ge some shit done in a lighter manner tomorrow.