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Thanks for the feedback Snowdog. I'm excited to go out soon, hit me up.
This is cool. I so remember the way you're feeling right now. It's scary, awesome and crazy. Every interaction is a big adrenalin rush. I had to keep this up for a long time to get a breakthrough. It takes a whole lot of energy to keep it up and stay with it. You're definitely on the right track, man.
The next step is finding your true self. I always wonder when I read stuff like "THERE WERE HOTTTIIIESSS IN THE HOUSE BIG TIME" and pimp-language like that "is that really the guy?". 99% of the time it's not. I'm not hating on you, I'm just recognizing things I did when I was getting into it. Find your true personality and put that up front.
After a lot of going out, it's also a good idea to take a little break and evaluate every now and then. Picking up girls should be a part of your life that you have handled, like being able to drive a car. It's not good to obsess over it and slacking off in other places in your life, like hobbies, school, family and friends. Again, I'm just saying this because this is what I did for a while.
But again, man. You're definitely doing the right thing. Taking action, pulling weird shit, getting rejected... it's the way to become indifferent to the whole thing.
The weird thing about all of this is, once you start getting the natural hang of all of this, you won't remember most of the interactions anymore because you were so much in the moment. Here's another car metaphor. After you drive around for an hour, do you still remember when you shifted gears, breaked or changed the station of your radio? No. Same thing with pickup. It becomes an automatic, natural thing that you don't really have to conciously think about anymore.
The next step is finding your true self. I always wonder when I read stuff like "THERE WERE HOTTTIIIESSS IN THE HOUSE BIG TIME" and pimp-language like that "is that really the guy?". 99% of the time it's not. I'm not hating on you, I'm just recognizing things I did when I was getting into it. Find your true personality and put that up front.
After a lot of going out, it's also a good idea to take a little break and evaluate every now and then. Picking up girls should be a part of your life that you have handled, like being able to drive a car. It's not good to obsess over it and slacking off in other places in your life, like hobbies, school, family and friends. Again, I'm just saying this because this is what I did for a while.
But again, man. You're definitely doing the right thing. Taking action, pulling weird shit, getting rejected... it's the way to become indifferent to the whole thing.
The weird thing about all of this is, once you start getting the natural hang of all of this, you won't remember most of the interactions anymore because you were so much in the moment. Here's another car metaphor. After you drive around for an hour, do you still remember when you shifted gears, breaked or changed the station of your radio? No. Same thing with pickup. It becomes an automatic, natural thing that you don't really have to conciously think about anymore.
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Saturday
- tonight was pretty shit. I choded around for 2 or 3 hours doing nothing except for the odd approach that is bound to be awkward.
- In order to give myself something to do and not run away I wrote down my feelings and thoughts in my phone. It lead me to the conclusion that I will have to work on a momentum building routine. like a ladder that you can climb every time giving you the discipline to execute. I think Tyler has a recent blog post about this too.
- I sat down and waved at a girl. When some other girls sat down on the other side of the table I just waved and put a happy look on my face. I got a conversation going, I was SO happy, even though I was nervous as hell. After a couple hours of self-esteem destruction LOL. I sort of got passed on to the other girls in her group, one was German which was fun. Eventually they all left and I was alone again ha.
- The hand of god is much easier, because it requires no high energy and still you come in strong automatically. Opened a cutie and had a convo, nothing much.
- Now I felt OK just be there and exist. The thoughts of coming off as an "awkward loser in a world of mind-reading naturals" pretty much vanished then. The scarcety mindset also fades, but it's clearly not yet on an identity level . Just as internal validation is only slowly growing on me.
- I am happy for having taken action after being on a below zero state and bringing my state back to positive. As I am trying to use this to measure my success of the night for the time being, it should classify as an OK night. I was being a pussy, but I worked as hard with my willpower as the night before.
- tonight was pretty shit. I choded around for 2 or 3 hours doing nothing except for the odd approach that is bound to be awkward.
- In order to give myself something to do and not run away I wrote down my feelings and thoughts in my phone. It lead me to the conclusion that I will have to work on a momentum building routine. like a ladder that you can climb every time giving you the discipline to execute. I think Tyler has a recent blog post about this too.
- I sat down and waved at a girl. When some other girls sat down on the other side of the table I just waved and put a happy look on my face. I got a conversation going, I was SO happy, even though I was nervous as hell. After a couple hours of self-esteem destruction LOL. I sort of got passed on to the other girls in her group, one was German which was fun. Eventually they all left and I was alone again ha.
- The hand of god is much easier, because it requires no high energy and still you come in strong automatically. Opened a cutie and had a convo, nothing much.
- Now I felt OK just be there and exist. The thoughts of coming off as an "awkward loser in a world of mind-reading naturals" pretty much vanished then. The scarcety mindset also fades, but it's clearly not yet on an identity level . Just as internal validation is only slowly growing on me.
- I am happy for having taken action after being on a below zero state and bringing my state back to positive. As I am trying to use this to measure my success of the night for the time being, it should classify as an OK night. I was being a pussy, but I worked as hard with my willpower as the night before.
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Seriously, just fucking do it.
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BAM epiphany?
Just 15 minutes ago I woke up. For the first time in years I was lying in my bed without overwhelming negativity that "forces me to stay in bed and hate everything". This was very special to me. The negativity came up but there was a window where I somehow intuitively made a switch. I cannot describe it because there is a lot subconscious going on probably. Anyways I slipped right into Zen state. Neutral emotional level. I am a fool for writing it up and not keeping it to myself but I can see how my game will improve quickly with stuff like this. Because to me, my conscious and subconscious mind just proved to have the power to give myself permission to not feel negative. Full on through. While taking a shower the neutrality might have fizzled, because I started to obsess about it and about writing it on here. I will the rest of the day goes.
OMG this still feels so awesome.
Thanks RSDnation. I am just realizing that this is what I've unknowingly been craving in years. I am fucking crying lol. peace out
Just 15 minutes ago I woke up. For the first time in years I was lying in my bed without overwhelming negativity that "forces me to stay in bed and hate everything". This was very special to me. The negativity came up but there was a window where I somehow intuitively made a switch. I cannot describe it because there is a lot subconscious going on probably. Anyways I slipped right into Zen state. Neutral emotional level. I am a fool for writing it up and not keeping it to myself but I can see how my game will improve quickly with stuff like this. Because to me, my conscious and subconscious mind just proved to have the power to give myself permission to not feel negative. Full on through. While taking a shower the neutrality might have fizzled, because I started to obsess about it and about writing it on here. I will the rest of the day goes.
OMG this still feels so awesome.
Thanks RSDnation. I am just realizing that this is what I've unknowingly been craving in years. I am fucking crying lol. peace out
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^ I actually think it started after last night, a night which pissed my off honestly in an accepting way and then watching Tyler The Creator videos of him just fooling around and acting out himself. When after that I went to bed I was too indifferent to measure everything I had been doing, which I am usually obsessed with. Measuring everying you're doing either leads to bad emotions when its below some (mega superficial, always) standards. Or it feeds into an (again mega-superficial) ego, when it is "good" by those same retarded standards. That was off for like 10 hours last night and this morning including sleep. And I feel fucking great. Holy fuck
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Update Sunday:
This day has remained awesome so far. I can't believe how much I did without being stressed and keeping a positive mind.
I decided for fun to beatbox by myself all day, wherever I go. Cuz I had this funky melody in my mind and I was humming to the beat. Just so damn funky. It was a lil uncomfortable for me at first when I got into the dressing room of the gym. The first person I met that day. But I just focused on the beat and the FUNKYness of it. And it was cool. I continued in the gym, whenever I had caught my breath. And this actually helped me a ton to focus on my own stuff instead of screening the environment. I didn't care when noobs were staring at my deadlifts, I don't even know if anyone did heh. Starting to talk to people was easy too, because you are already using some sort of vocal output you just breathe a little deeper and turn up the volume when you speak. Continued this in the grocery store. People always turned around a little to have a quick look at where that FUNKY beat was coming from. One guy working there was brooming and after I walked by I asked him where they had those tin foils. He had something in his reaction and when he was walking me over there... I don't know, he was just too nice and curious about this beat boxing FUNKY guy. Cashier girl also engaged me in talking and damn this shit is awesome.
Now, I have been trying to get better at speed reading. And I noticed a stuning parallel. When speed reading, a big challenge is to understand the concept of the text and the images that are put in there instead reading out the words in your mind vocally. It can be a help to humm sth retarded over and over or count or go "ahemm ahemm" in your mind. I found that the beat boxing took away that inner commentary that is so retarded and annoying and superficial. I just wasn't talking to myself finally.
Funky magic
This day has remained awesome so far. I can't believe how much I did without being stressed and keeping a positive mind.
I decided for fun to beatbox by myself all day, wherever I go. Cuz I had this funky melody in my mind and I was humming to the beat. Just so damn funky. It was a lil uncomfortable for me at first when I got into the dressing room of the gym. The first person I met that day. But I just focused on the beat and the FUNKYness of it. And it was cool. I continued in the gym, whenever I had caught my breath. And this actually helped me a ton to focus on my own stuff instead of screening the environment. I didn't care when noobs were staring at my deadlifts, I don't even know if anyone did heh. Starting to talk to people was easy too, because you are already using some sort of vocal output you just breathe a little deeper and turn up the volume when you speak. Continued this in the grocery store. People always turned around a little to have a quick look at where that FUNKY beat was coming from. One guy working there was brooming and after I walked by I asked him where they had those tin foils. He had something in his reaction and when he was walking me over there... I don't know, he was just too nice and curious about this beat boxing FUNKY guy. Cashier girl also engaged me in talking and damn this shit is awesome.
Now, I have been trying to get better at speed reading. And I noticed a stuning parallel. When speed reading, a big challenge is to understand the concept of the text and the images that are put in there instead reading out the words in your mind vocally. It can be a help to humm sth retarded over and over or count or go "ahemm ahemm" in your mind. I found that the beat boxing took away that inner commentary that is so retarded and annoying and superficial. I just wasn't talking to myself finally.
Funky magic
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Sunday night
Went to Irish pub
opened a kissing lebian couple. It busted open and the girls were flirting all over me. My wing comes in two minutes into this. I eject. I am a retarded pussy. One of the lesbos made out with some guy in the group and my girl gives me attention and tries to reopen me. Yeah I am a retard. THe truth is tho, I was really happy that everything was so positive after coming in strong and pulling apart kissing couple with their eyes closed. For me this is a GOOD reference experience as well as I kick myself for not sticking to the process after that.
I talk with my wing, who's a really good conversationalist but pretty new to game. Just hangning out in the Irish pub with all the people around does help me to loosen up and all, but hey, of course that's not what we're here for.
We bounce to skihut
Don't approach. Just yell stuff and make our own party. Dance a lot. yaya monkey whatever lol. Then hours later we leave. The noise is way too loud. I need to wear ear plugs next time and hopefully I will not fall asleep like in Melkweg.
That's the sunday night. Mch better than staying home still :)
Went to Irish pub
opened a kissing lebian couple. It busted open and the girls were flirting all over me. My wing comes in two minutes into this. I eject. I am a retarded pussy. One of the lesbos made out with some guy in the group and my girl gives me attention and tries to reopen me. Yeah I am a retard. THe truth is tho, I was really happy that everything was so positive after coming in strong and pulling apart kissing couple with their eyes closed. For me this is a GOOD reference experience as well as I kick myself for not sticking to the process after that.
I talk with my wing, who's a really good conversationalist but pretty new to game. Just hangning out in the Irish pub with all the people around does help me to loosen up and all, but hey, of course that's not what we're here for.
We bounce to skihut
Don't approach. Just yell stuff and make our own party. Dance a lot. yaya monkey whatever lol. Then hours later we leave. The noise is way too loud. I need to wear ear plugs next time and hopefully I will not fall asleep like in Melkweg.
That's the sunday night. Mch better than staying home still :)
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Seriously, just fucking do it.
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Monday:
Was singing on the bike on the way to the Irish pub. Fooled around singing something abnoxious walking by my wing who was already there waiting. It DID get his attention which was the point. I was high energy because of this, subtly trying to push it further. I made eye contact with a group of guys sitting close so I yelled something and opened them. They warmed up to me very quick, then after 3 minutes went back to talk to my chode wing who has trouble letting loose. We talk for too long and he talk my ear off, which I can only focus on for about 15 minutes but I try to last for about 30. I am starting to see that I have the responsibility to make shit happen for me and my wing, but I deny it to myself. I have never really taken responsibility for anything in my life and even less for other people. I know it and I still deceive myself and get down on their level. Fortunately, my wing is being real and not acting up AS IF he were going to do something, he's honest about everything. This means I am not manipulated and finally it makes it easier to realize that I have to fucking make shit happen. That why I myself walk up front through the club, not him. That why I pick the direction we're going not him. There is no pushing away the responsibility for me anymore now. So finally I open. It's my first set. She's OK. I am nervous, but hold myself pretty well. Meaning I sort of like the shit I say and it's kind of entertaining to me. I throw my wing in it and leave em there. Open some guys next to them. They're German. Eventually I come back to my wing, and we go back to choding. The rest of the night is a mix of choding and me opening, shit going quite good and me ejecting. Open, start fucking around, eject. EJECT EJECT EJECT. After I am done writing up the post I will try to hate myself some more for ejecting.
Opened cutie at the end at Irish pub. Didn't even know she's a cutie when I opened. When I realized I didn't care. But yeah, ejected. I come in so strong sometimes with decent intent, actually I am thinking right now. It's actually weirder to eject than stay in set. Not that it should matter to me at all I guess, but it show to me how screwed up my mind is about flirting with girls. On top of that, once the girl is in a situation, she is there and won't question how she got there, right? Right. Even the guys sets I opened where cool with me, even though I suck at opening guys and it's bound to be weird for a minute or so. And those guys don't even question me after a minute in. Fuck.
I am realizing I owned a friend who came up: Are you hitting on my girlfriend mate? Me: yeah, she's hot. Short laughs by him and the girl, the friend disappears. He made it easy for me, because his tone was super rough and pretty drunk, but in the moment it somehow seemed playful to me. I didn't even look up at first, I really don't even remember what was going on with him. This shows me that you can make huge improvements in social intuition quickly, because I wouldn't have been able to pick up on subleties like this only two months ago.
Wins:
-Finally I DID approach!
-I took a certain amount of responsibility for making my life better. (seeing the larger picture) This one is a great reference experience for me. I always function pretty well when thrown into the cold, but creating the cold for myself I am a pussy at even though I know further down the stream it's nice and warm. heh awesome analogy ey
- game wise, opened cutie
Lesson:
Coming into the club, fooling around was probably KEY to the achieving my state through which I could achieve the awesome wins that I had. I'm starting to acknoledge and build the process.
Was singing on the bike on the way to the Irish pub. Fooled around singing something abnoxious walking by my wing who was already there waiting. It DID get his attention which was the point. I was high energy because of this, subtly trying to push it further. I made eye contact with a group of guys sitting close so I yelled something and opened them. They warmed up to me very quick, then after 3 minutes went back to talk to my chode wing who has trouble letting loose. We talk for too long and he talk my ear off, which I can only focus on for about 15 minutes but I try to last for about 30. I am starting to see that I have the responsibility to make shit happen for me and my wing, but I deny it to myself. I have never really taken responsibility for anything in my life and even less for other people. I know it and I still deceive myself and get down on their level. Fortunately, my wing is being real and not acting up AS IF he were going to do something, he's honest about everything. This means I am not manipulated and finally it makes it easier to realize that I have to fucking make shit happen. That why I myself walk up front through the club, not him. That why I pick the direction we're going not him. There is no pushing away the responsibility for me anymore now. So finally I open. It's my first set. She's OK. I am nervous, but hold myself pretty well. Meaning I sort of like the shit I say and it's kind of entertaining to me. I throw my wing in it and leave em there. Open some guys next to them. They're German. Eventually I come back to my wing, and we go back to choding. The rest of the night is a mix of choding and me opening, shit going quite good and me ejecting. Open, start fucking around, eject. EJECT EJECT EJECT. After I am done writing up the post I will try to hate myself some more for ejecting.
Opened cutie at the end at Irish pub. Didn't even know she's a cutie when I opened. When I realized I didn't care. But yeah, ejected. I come in so strong sometimes with decent intent, actually I am thinking right now. It's actually weirder to eject than stay in set. Not that it should matter to me at all I guess, but it show to me how screwed up my mind is about flirting with girls. On top of that, once the girl is in a situation, she is there and won't question how she got there, right? Right. Even the guys sets I opened where cool with me, even though I suck at opening guys and it's bound to be weird for a minute or so. And those guys don't even question me after a minute in. Fuck.
I am realizing I owned a friend who came up: Are you hitting on my girlfriend mate? Me: yeah, she's hot. Short laughs by him and the girl, the friend disappears. He made it easy for me, because his tone was super rough and pretty drunk, but in the moment it somehow seemed playful to me. I didn't even look up at first, I really don't even remember what was going on with him. This shows me that you can make huge improvements in social intuition quickly, because I wouldn't have been able to pick up on subleties like this only two months ago.
Wins:
-Finally I DID approach!
-I took a certain amount of responsibility for making my life better. (seeing the larger picture) This one is a great reference experience for me. I always function pretty well when thrown into the cold, but creating the cold for myself I am a pussy at even though I know further down the stream it's nice and warm. heh awesome analogy ey
- game wise, opened cutie
Lesson:
Coming into the club, fooling around was probably KEY to the achieving my state through which I could achieve the awesome wins that I had. I'm starting to acknoledge and build the process.
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Seriously, just fucking do it.
My complete transformation:
http://www.rsdnation.com/node/209686
Seriously, just fucking do it.
My complete transformation:
http://www.rsdnation.com/node/209686
Fuck today my throat is killing me. It was a little sore last night but now I have to watch out not to get an inflammation.
I will have to work on my health seriously in order to do stuff like 30 day challenges.
I will have to work on my health seriously in order to do stuff like 30 day challenges.
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JUST FUCKING DO IT
Seriously, just fucking do it.
My complete transformation:
http://www.rsdnation.com/node/209686
Seriously, just fucking do it.
My complete transformation:
http://www.rsdnation.com/node/209686
Don't get too hard on yourself about ejecting. You opened a kissing 'lesbian couple' :D
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Cruise terminal for the FRANK drink. This place is amazing for pick-up. The secret here is to start the night real early at 5:30 because after that the line will quickly have you wait 30min. The people are older, girls 23 years and up, guys 25 and up. But for Rotterdam standards the girls are above average in attraction. I was intimidated at first, but the truth is, that these guys and ladies are easier to have a good vibe with then the younger folks in the common bars.
I get in with Steve, and so the chode game begins. We had been non-social all day and we had a hard time to get rolling. Then two other guys joined in and the choding continued. Luckily after and hour or two (!!!!) of feeling ok but still being in my head somewhat we stand in a place where people walk by. So after choding away close to 30 opportunities I grab a indian girl who walks by.
Indian girl has matched her contour around her eyes to her dress. So I compliment her and play the amazed guy....how many dresses she must have to match her eye shadows. *sorry guys from here on I remember pretty much nothing* but I do remember that escalation was easy with her and push and pull physically and verbally is much stronger in me when I am flirty than I had thought WOOOOT. There were so many threads of conversation, it was just a mess and it was fucking fun. The sun setting that i loved was one. Her not having a drink was another, but she kept pointing out that her friends had her drink. She wasn't uberly eager to get back to them during those 5 minutes tho (or 10? i can never tell). Another thread was our heritage and while the rest was random playing and bullshit and her stumbling back and forth laughing and pulling me and me handling her. So then I pulled her away despite here saying "my friends... they.. bla......" but feel there would be no way she wouldn't come. And if it wouldn't matter (guys, this is nothing you worry about, when you are in the situation like that, you WILL KNOW AND FEEL this stuff. It's no woo woo it's implied in all the playfullness that you had with her before that) to walk over to see "my sun setting that I am in love with today". And no prob, she grabs hand and comes with. BAM awesome.
until... where when I am there I don't kiss. why? I don't put her still look at here and build that tension. I don't know, it's a sticky point of mine. When I want to go back, she even hold her hand out like I am going to take and lead her. But it fizzles. Actually, my mind fizzles and so it fizzles. I go to her friends and annoy them a little (I am getting better at sticking in there, but they keep walking around after that) I assume one of the girls is not liking the "weirdo" when I didn't come into the group strong. I shouldn't have let it get this far because I had the girl isolated miles away with super attraction. But for me this was a great set that shot me from zero into 60% state.
I see a cutie sitting by herself with three drinks. I make eye contact and walk over. I don't think I say anything but just stand there and look. She is also asian, her parents from surinam, very skinny type attractive girl...to me anyway. "Yeah I'm an alcoholic".... *here I don't remember a bit (as a note, i don't drink but when I talk to the girls my mind is occupied with the situation and not reflecting or monitoring, which I am super thankful and highly appreciate, but can't write it up here)* Anyways what I want to remember is I kept being amazed how well it went. I just had not had the reference experience with *this type of girls* while her attractive friend came and was sitting and waiting next to her. I pulled her up at one point to stand, which was not a bad move but I could've pulled it off cooler. Her drink almost spilled and whatnot which i didn't care about at all but made her feel a bit uncomfortable. After that her friends came in and wanted to shoo me away, but I *FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER* just didn't let it faze me at all. Just said "it's OK" and didn't even look at em and kept talking to the girl. And you guessed it, it worked fine and everything WAS OK then. By the pick-up theory this probably made me even more bad-ass, but whatever who cares. anyhow YEAH, great new reference experiences.
Tipsy cougars pulling me in and posing to take a picture. This is lots of fun because the roles are reversed. I screen them for how fun they are and they just see me as an attractive young assertive male who they are happy to shoot the shit with for 5 minutes. And I do. So great to loosen up. One lady grabs me just a little to aggressive. So instead of posing with her I turn around and fake to be mooning the camera. She hates me for a minute but the camera lady begs me to do the mooning thing again. We do some slutty shit with the five of us or whatever, and one of them is actually good looking. Ahh yuck oh well anyways, I get out of there with my amusement and walk around.
Hipster lady walks past and I am liking her hair. (with the shaved sides). She is a read head with lots of freckles. I find her cute. Interaction is fun, because SHE actually is. Turns out she has two kids, and she shows me the tattoos with their names on her wrists. For fun I pull down her cleavage "to check the name of the third" and *miraculously find it to be the roll play name that she had given me before*. (this again is no woo woo roll playing its just that i thought she looked like a "Jolanda" with her hair or whatever, to which she agreed and it made my mind spout out some matching character traits and professions which she started to act out) This shit just comes up when you feel awesome. Don't worry about it, worry about the process of going from "HI, WHATUP" to WHO ARE YOU and to starting convos and building your state. The process is my new measure for success.
Italian girl this was just funny. This girl opened me about drinking only water, which *to her was unacceptable ;)* Everything went great, had won her completely, or more truthfully yet she was trying to win me but just didn't close. Number closed yes, but to any even medium puuahhh it was prolly cringeworthy how i managed not to make-out for 10 minutes. SHIT now that I think about it, her older friend was standing there the whole time. He was turning away, dancing, and trying to give us privacy now that I think of it which was kinda sweet LOL BUT DAMN, she'd be so much more comfortable some 20 meters further by the furniture by the walls of the room. And all the other good stuff that comes with leading, micro location change and all that. So I took her number and just texted her.
I know this could've been from a good night, to an amazing night, but I have seen enough for a night. And... oh yeah......
Being in state makes me lose my fear, but that can be tricky if you're also still growing up and like to be a bit of a brat to test the limits of new abilities like tonality. I ended up almost getting beat by a dude on the metro. What happened was this. I took my bike down to the metro. It was crowded after the cruise terminal was closing. Another girl was also taking her bike, but I felt entitled to take my bike there because I was earlier or whatever, but I just felt it was my turn. She is being a brat and is not pulling hers back but speeding up. So after reasoning doesn't work I put a powerful "HEY" in her face. Which works and so I put my bike there. While the full resonating HEY made her body freeze and so she backed off, it also worked up some of the guys around me into White Knights who were hating my non-gentlemanness or whatever. I felt reasoning was going to get me nowhere with these tipsy guys. I felt the hatred around me but especially by two guys, one in front of me and one behind me. The one behind me kept this steady push into my back which I think was loser as fuck, as if to keep me at distance. In a fricking moving metro. When the doors opened again he mumbled behind me to "get the fuck out now" I got some tonality down and blast some shit back. While I turn around I am surprised to see that this guy is kinda midage. Not gotten wise I guess and he is also shy after my harmless sentence with good tonality. Which is where the other white night comes in who is an even bigger loser on even more alcohol. He ends up pushing me FULL BLAST into the bike that I was pushing along with me which falls over into the bench and the wall on which I am now oddly placed. I had no chance to defend at this point. Half himself and half someone else holds him back, he is aggressive with some adrenaline mixed with alcohol, I am almost shocked how calm I am. Some adrenaline less than in presentations and a pretty clear mind. It all calms down from there. Girls asking me if I am ok. And explaining it's that push guys own problem for being such a loser. LOL. She was pretty attractive. I guess girls sense and dispise the white knight shit even more than me. heh
Moral of the story is: I am PUMPED FOR WING TSUN or a similar sport which I am planning to take up soon.
Great night, I experienced so much. This shit is making my life worth living! :D
Peace!
Seriously, just fucking do it.
My complete transformation:
http://www.rsdnation.com/node/209686