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InternationalLover

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 Wed March 20, 2013: Another productive day

Another gig this morning = $120. Played at a retirement home. Got a few numbers after the performance. Just kidding. We also found out that this record label we auditioned for last week wants us to record an album. That's cool.

Afterwards I went to campus. Saw a girl I went to undergrad with and gave her a ride onto campus.

Practiced/composed for 4:20 hrs. Approached like 2 girls.

At night I called a number I got the other night and talked to her for 30 mins. By the end of the conversation she hated me. Really she was just a boring person with no sense of humor, but I got butthurt about it. i.e. I tell her I'm a hand model. She tells me she doesn't like nonsense, that I'm not making any sense.. Couldn't decide if she was shit testing me, or if she was just a loser. Fuck it.

Then I drove home, brief workout, and worked on getting gigs. Emailed peeps my demo video.

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 Thurs March 21, 2013: Carwash approach

Yesterday I arose, breakfasted, and worked out hard. Then I went to the dentist and got some cavities filled. After that I had a bunch of housekeeping stuff to do: emailing venues, laundry, cleaning, etc.

I get my car washed. A gorgeous female sits down in the waiting area. I don't approach her because there is another female my age who I did not approach, and I don't want to hurt her feelings by demonstrating a preference for the hotter chick. The guy shouts that my car is finished. I tip him and start to drive away. Then I see that the less-hot chick has left, so I park my car, walk up to the hot chick in front of everybody and tell her I think she's cute. I like this kind of approach, the "Office Space" approach - where you're completely straightforward with the girl in an unexpected environment. Anyway, I get her number but the still hasn't texted me back.

I finally get to school. Practice for 2 hrs. Jam with my bassist friend. Work on writing a song.

At night I go downtown with my bassist friend. Do like 12 approaches. Get one number when I'm walking past a restaurant and make eye contact with a girl, then I walk into the restaurant and get her number.

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16 Approaches
2 Numbers
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 Friday March 22, 2013: Productive day. Main St.

In the morning I arose and went to the dentist and got the rest of my cavities filled. Wink wink.

Then I came home and worked on stuff on my computer for a few hours. Emailed some more venues to get gigs.

I worked out. I want to look like a white D'Angelo for my photoshoots.

Finally I went to school and practiced/composed for 4 hrs. I am glad to see that I can still be productive even during break. That means that during this summer, I should be able to go pretty hard with everything and stay focused.

At night I drove to Main St. Arrived around 11 PM. Uneventful, unexciting night. Not so much as a smooch. I think I learned some things.

I hooked one girl and we are talking and her guy friend comes in. It becomes apparent that he is jealous; he is an orbiter; doesn't want her talking to me. I just chill, engage him, joke with both of them. It's uncomfortable but I know that he's the one making it uncomfortable. Get her number but she wasn't that cute.

I feel some black girls' breasts in 31Ten.

Had a lot of long sets, which is good. Only did 33 approaches.

Hook a cutie at the end of the night outside Holy Guacamole. Pick her up, kidnap her. Cept she has a boyfriend.

Neil became an elite player in two years. I'm just shuffling along. How do I transform myself for real?

Today I will send some emails, call some venues, work out, and then drive to school and practice. Beasting tonight.

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3 Numbers
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 Sat March 23, 2013: Scouring for gigs. Internet. Pier Ave

I woke up late. I breakfasted. I spent all day calling, emailing, researching venues to play. I now have a website. I need to do a photoshoot.

This was all very productive except it devolved by nighttime into recreational internet usage. I didn't work out. Finally I went out to Pier Ave for an hour. Did 17 approaches. Got two numbers.

Came back home at 3 AM and wasted time watching JT videos on YouTube til like 5 AM.

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2 Numbers
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Sun March 24, 2013: Venice Beach

I arose around noon, breakfasted, and worked out (30 Muscle Ups).

I drove to Venice Beach. I hadn't been there since I moved here. It's cool and vibrant and weird. This is where Simple Pickup filmed those first videos that inspired me to start approaching, so it seemed kind of poetic to tread in their territory. I start approaching. Do like 20 lousy, stifled approaches with no results. Eventually my wing, PianoWing, shows up. I get loose and bold. Here are some of the results:

Gorgeous three-set. I jump into them a la Sasha Daygame, like "tadaa." Pictures. It's the black girl's b-day. I pick her up. Ask if she's received her birthday motorboat yet. She keeps asking "what's a birthday motorboat" so I set her down and motorboat her meager cleavage. lolz. Turns out they're musicians in some girl group. She won't give me her number. I try to get real, move past the shennanigans, tell her I'm a nice man, I go to school, and call my mom every weekend. No good. Facebook close.

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Beautiful shopgirl working behind counter. I ask her if I can help her with anything. "Haha, see what I did there?" Chat and get number. She texts me back.

Me: VIP #. Store with care. International.
Shopgirl: Ha so is that the mass text you sent to everyone you met today?
Me: haha, only the ones that made the final cut. Congratulations.
Shopgirl: well, don't I feel special
Me: What are you doing right now?
Me: Keep it PG-13
Her: Going off to my other job actually, I work overnights at a rehab in Malibu
Me: Well aren't you nurturing. Tell LiLo I'm sorry I haven't returned her calls.

Group of black girls. Holler at them or something. Ask them if they wanna go rollerskating. Photoshoot. Pick her up. Number. She texts back.

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Some girl named Maria. Number. Not solid.

Make out with a mannequin.

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Blonde girls. Guy friends show up. Get number. Not solid.

Some girl from San Fernando. Don't remember meeting her but I have her number.

Cutie in American Apparel. Ask her if I can help her with anything. Haha, just kidding, I don't work here. Just thought you were adorable. She beams. I show her the lingerie catalog. OMG, you can see their nipples and vaginas. PianoWing rolls in. Talks to her friend. She goes to school near where I went to undergrad. Number close. She texts back saying I have a beautiful name.

Two set. "Hey, you guys wanna get some churros?" "OMG, sure!" I buy churros for everyone. Pull girl in for warmth. She's a 6. Still in highschool. Turned 18 two days ago. Wearing a bikini and a shirt. Kiss her neck and chest. Whisper "I bet you're delicious." Peck on the lips. Resistance. She has a boyfriend. A few more smooches. She grabs my ass. PianoWing is occupying her cockblock friend. She says, "wanna see a magic trick?" Presses her tongue against her cheek. I show her my magic trick and try to place her hand on my boner. Some lady working the churro stand tells us to get lost and find a motel. Now I'm trying to extract and molest her, but cockblock is hanging on. PianoWing attempts to distract/neutralize cockblock. No good. Number close. They dissapear into the evening.

Some girl named Sonia. Number. Obviously most of these numbers are flakes and the girls gave them just because of the fun environment or whatev.

We buy some of the glow-in-the-dark helicopter toys that you can slingshot up into the air. Meet some girls hanging out on a porch of someone's appt. They lose one of our helicopters on the roof. Chat. Number close. They're not down for anything right now; we move along.

Now it's nighttime and the walk is more deserted. We hook to cuties by asking if they wanna play with our helicopter. They're visiting from Chicago and staying in a house two blocks away. DING DING DING. They're under 21 and ask us if we want to get them alcohol. DING DING DING. Chat, play with helicopters, number exchange. I suggest moving back to their house but it's too soon. They follow us to a restaurant and we eat but they don't. It is revealed that they're 17. WTF, now you tell me. My wing's girl actually seemed pretty down, but again... 17.

We drive to Santa Monica Main St but it's pretty deserted. Hit Venice again but picking are slim. Call it a night.

A good day of beasting. Enjoyed much mirth. What can I do better? Once I get wild and uninhibited, I think it'd help to check myself and chill out some. Like, exercise some self-control? Shit, I'm just guessing. I'm really not sure what to do differently.

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11 Numbers
1 Kiss
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 Mon March 25, 2013: Practiced, no approaches

Arose from my slumber. Breakfasted. Worked out.

Class.

Practiced music for 5 hrs. Felt good.

No approaches

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 57 Approaches
11 Numbers

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 Tues Mar 26, 2013: Day 2 with HBCheney

I arose. I worked out (handstands for 20 mins). Voice lesson. I go on a stroll with DrumWing to approach some girls on campus. I'm carrying a bag of baby carrots, which serves as bait. Open a 3-set with "hey, do you want some carrots?" Get the hottest one's number and she texts back. Later I'm by myself, get another girl's number. The thing is I got kinda lazy and I bounced because I was cold, had a runny nose, wanted to practice, whatev. So like many of my interactions there was no magic in the interaction, which = flaking. Not sure if I should try to force the magic.

Rehearsal. Practiced music.

At night I text HBCheney, who I met at Venice this weekend. Tell her we're going on a date tomorrow. She texts back that she's down. Asks what I'm doing tonight. I end up driving to Santa Monica Main St. and meeting her there at a bar called Barcopa. Damn she look so fine. 5'2", tight dancer's body. Tube top. Half hispanic = smooth tawny skin. I admire the elegant, delicate architecture of her neck and shoulders. I hug her right away and pull her in with our faces touching and my hands on her waist/in her belt loops. I kiss her neck and shoulders. Pretty soon our lips unite. We talk. She goes to school in Cheney, Wa, which is near where I went school. Drove down here for Spring Break with her girlfriend and two guy friends. I meet her friend and a guy they met. Everyone's cool. I chat w/ the friends.

Eventually she says she has to go because her friend is puking. I'm like wtf. But we pinky swear that we're still on for our one-on-one pancake date tomorrow and I actually believe her. So I let her go and don't try to pull that night (dumb?).

I decide to beast, but I'm not sure if they're still in the bar, so I go elsewhere. Enter Circle Bar. End up hooking a girl w/ "I love you." Pull her in, face to face. She's w/ a big group of friends who all work at J Crew or something. Suddenly a midget cave troll blindsides me, grabs my girl, makes out with her, pulls her away. A dude tells me "Man, don't let her block you like that; she's been doing that all night." So I go in, try to pry my girl out of the cave troll's tiny clutches. I'm like "Fuck this shit, you're done. You're done in this town." But I'm no match for the phalanx of irate cave trolls. Another, hotter girl from the group opens me though. We start too hook but alas, my girl is surrounded and whisked away by a swarm of these Lilliputian cockblocks. I'm telling you this was an elite task-force of highly-trained cockblocks. I had to marvel at their skill and efficiency.

I return to Barcopa. Open a group of girls by taking their picture. Hook the cute blonde. We have some things in common so we joke that maybe we're twins. "If we're twins, the this would be incest" - and I pull her in. It is at this point that I look over and see that HB-CHeney is still in the bar. Fuck. I move to her. She tells me "you found another girl" and flees to the bathroom. I grab her when she comes out. Tell her I was just talking to that girl. That I really like her. Her arms are crossed. I actually feel really bad. So we end up talking and kissing.

She creates a "moment of realness," asking me, "what's your story... why don't you have a girlfriend?" She tells me hers'. Drug addicted mom. Her dad killed himself. Foster care. She's the only one of four kids that ended up successful (i.e. in college). I admire this girl. Closing time. I drive her and her drunk friend back to their motel. Smooches. I do not attempt to pull, mostly because they are locked out and have to crash with their two guy friends.

Inevitably she flakes the next day. FuckinMcFucksticks.

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2 Numbers
1 Day 2
1 Makeout
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Wed Mar 27, 2013: Instant-date w/ Miami Heat Cheerleader

Piano Lesson. Practiced 5:10 hrs.

At night I'm walking back to my car. Pass a cute female. "Hey you're cute." Flew in to LA today to visit her friend for the week. She's a cheerleader for the Miami Heat. I don't know if the Heat are a basketball team or a football team or what, but this sounds cool. I ask her if we dated, would she bake me cupcakes. I take her to the music building.

Her: You're not going to me, are you?
Me: Only if you want me to.

I sing her some shit. Her friend is texting her so I take her to the film building to meet her friend. Get her number. Meet her friend. The next days we text back and forth, so we're probably going on a double date this weekend with them and my wing. Cool. 
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 Thurs Mar 28, 2013

Went to school. Swing workshop. Composed. Rehearsal. Practiced. Jammed w/ bass player for a few hrs. Got a girl's number in music building by trying to hold her hand and then introducing myself.

Tomorrow:

8 AM: Arise, cook, eat
9 AM: Work out, Shower
10 AM- 12:30 PM: Hustle gigs

Then I have a date at 2 PM. Wooo!
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