THE FORUMS
I'M IN LAS VEGAS
just back from hanging out with the BRIGADE, been enjoying ice cold beer at the pool, getting tanned by nevada desert sun.
we got bootcamp seminar in an hour, not enough time to have a nap so let's use the time and recap...
the last weeks in berlin.
same same. working, fucking, all good. my fuckbuddies are loving me and über-careful not to freak me out by invading my space.
good.
so last saturday (a week before summit) i was dead close to pulling a hottie. then ran into an fuckbuddy... she saw me making out with the new chick, no problem. good. new girl wasn't down all the way so i took fuckbitch home. good.
sunday. work my job, close the bar down, meet up with another fuck buddy, she is my favorite. 100% girlfriend material. fuck all morning, all next day, and the next. she is nympho. we fuck and watch movies. i cherish the nympho.
wednesday night i go out. big party.
i'm stoked to fly to vegas in 8 hours. the party is on. super direct on a girl. straight from hello to makeout. the club got the best unisex drug toilets. i command her to come with me. pull her into a stall, get my dick out, fuck her. then i take her home, fuck her again, kick her out and head straight for the airport myself.
i try to sleep on the plane... land at 10, meet up with matt and brad and we hit the club.
LAS VEGAS
so it's thursday night. vegas is insane. i'm culture shocked and jet lagged. this place is out of this world. we hit surrender.. i hit on chicks, but also catch up with matt and brad. some hit some miss, i don't feel it.. like i need some time to calibrate to this city or whatever... attraction is taken care of, bitches open like hookers. just the follow up progression is not smoothly... mostly fucked up logistics, bachelor groups, lots of em married, don't feel like they're down. whatever.
friday. still feeling fucked up, culture shocked and jet lagged. we hit the excess. same same, weird logistics and bachelorettes.... plus an hint of feeling like berlin village boy lost in HUGE ASS VEGAS. stupid i know. like you KNOW you shouldn't have that feeling, you KNOW your a pimp and whatnot but still you can't get quite get rid of that feeling.
i blame it on the culture shock.
many good interactions but no dice. later i got my girl, she loves me. her friends love me. she buys me booze so i love her.
no making out.. woah... i keep at it. i don't feel like approaching anymore plus she keeps buying me beer. she is a 1. let's do this.
LOTS of back and forth. finally after struggle and 50 shittests i am fingering her and making out.. her friends are cool with us and leave us alone.
i go for the pull. wrong direction and it takes me forever to find the exit. these hotels are way to big. next she stumbles and hurts herself. state crash, feak out and we are back in the club. i pull again. "my friends my friends my friends". fuck that. persistence. at the hotel she realizes she lost the keys and they won't let us in. state crash, freak out. i manage it costs us at least 30 minutes. then her friends get back. 4 girls and me uo in one room. it's morning and the party is over. DAMMMMIT. i pass out in the their suite 60th floor of the WYNN.
saturday. great night. still feeling fucked up jetlagged and whatnot. feeling a bit more comfortable. lot's of solid interactions, even though i keep running into married bitches.
alex, tyler, brad, ryan... all around me, fucking with each other for the girls... tyler is hilarious.
in the end i chill in a corner with THE most gorgeous girl of vegas. i love her. i mean i LOVE her. all lovestruck and stupid i decide to ditch all other opportunities even though she clearly is a tough case and i know shit aint going down. and i don't even care. love her. great vibe. chill out with her and her sister... also go for makeout several times but keep it fun and light. denies although they both love me... fuark. gay facebook, nightsover, gameover.
ok last time i fall for love, no more gay shit.
THE BRIGADE
it's sunday night and THE BRIGADE has pulled every single night. means everyone of brad the brad crew has pulled at least once - except me. this ain't right. plus, our leader set the example and pulled twice in one night.
pressure is on!
THE SUMMIT starts. tyler is up on the stage and gives an awesome presentation. you think you'd heard it all, and probably you did, in a way or another... but even then, i listen to his speech and concepts CLICK. things like beeing in your own movie, it never meant much to me. suddenly, damn, such a key distinction. kind of the inner game of not being in spectator mode. ever.
another thing deeply resonating with me on hundreds of references experiences was the video analysis of the girl-guy eye contact.. simple but sick. how girls look for fluctuations in your micro expression to expose faked confidence, and how faking just doesn't work. i wondered myself how to fix it. the advice on this seem golden and counterintuitive.
good infield vids and many more points that hit home with me. damn solid great speech.
summit start is over we meet up, hit up the club. first approach, gorgeous girl, she loves me. i meet and befriend her cousin, he's on my side 100%... holy shit, it's early and just got here, she is down, damn gotta pee.. it's on, she is down a 100%... i tell em i find them later.... i won't ever find her again.
more sets.
weird to have tyler, alex, jeffy gaming all around you, right next to you or even the same girl as you. as in the night before hurricane tyler is fucking around and crashing into my sets. it's fun damn he is hilarious.
all sets going good but don't feel the traction... makeout with some girl, she loves me, check for logistics, bad. so i go for pull, denied, drop her, find another girl.
vegas, i learn.
next up, a local girl. ding ding ding. hot latina. awesome.
it's on. i go for pull 10 times... you gotta persist HARD. ahhh finally getting calibrated to this place.
so i'm like a nazi officer in world war II (except more funny) and finally i get her in the cab. take her to my bunker. she get's 3 days of summit frustation. germans are rough, but especially after 3 nights in vegas without a pull. and yes, she loved it.
get back to the club, wanna go for another pull. club is closed dammit. run into a member of the brigade and powerhouse. we decide to go for breakfast burger and i'm done for the night.
to be continued...
just back from hanging out with the BRIGADE, been enjoying ice cold beer at the pool, getting tanned by nevada desert sun.
we got bootcamp seminar in an hour, not enough time to have a nap so let's use the time and recap...
the last weeks in berlin.
same same. working, fucking, all good. my fuckbuddies are loving me and über-careful not to freak me out by invading my space.
good.
so last saturday (a week before summit) i was dead close to pulling a hottie. then ran into an fuckbuddy... she saw me making out with the new chick, no problem. good. new girl wasn't down all the way so i took fuckbitch home. good.
sunday. work my job, close the bar down, meet up with another fuck buddy, she is my favorite. 100% girlfriend material. fuck all morning, all next day, and the next. she is nympho. we fuck and watch movies. i cherish the nympho.
wednesday night i go out. big party.
i'm stoked to fly to vegas in 8 hours. the party is on. super direct on a girl. straight from hello to makeout. the club got the best unisex drug toilets. i command her to come with me. pull her into a stall, get my dick out, fuck her. then i take her home, fuck her again, kick her out and head straight for the airport myself.
i try to sleep on the plane... land at 10, meet up with matt and brad and we hit the club.
LAS VEGAS
so it's thursday night. vegas is insane. i'm culture shocked and jet lagged. this place is out of this world. we hit surrender.. i hit on chicks, but also catch up with matt and brad. some hit some miss, i don't feel it.. like i need some time to calibrate to this city or whatever... attraction is taken care of, bitches open like hookers. just the follow up progression is not smoothly... mostly fucked up logistics, bachelor groups, lots of em married, don't feel like they're down. whatever.
friday. still feeling fucked up, culture shocked and jet lagged. we hit the excess. same same, weird logistics and bachelorettes.... plus an hint of feeling like berlin village boy lost in HUGE ASS VEGAS. stupid i know. like you KNOW you shouldn't have that feeling, you KNOW your a pimp and whatnot but still you can't get quite get rid of that feeling.
i blame it on the culture shock.
many good interactions but no dice. later i got my girl, she loves me. her friends love me. she buys me booze so i love her.
no making out.. woah... i keep at it. i don't feel like approaching anymore plus she keeps buying me beer. she is a 1. let's do this.
LOTS of back and forth. finally after struggle and 50 shittests i am fingering her and making out.. her friends are cool with us and leave us alone.
i go for the pull. wrong direction and it takes me forever to find the exit. these hotels are way to big. next she stumbles and hurts herself. state crash, feak out and we are back in the club. i pull again. "my friends my friends my friends". fuck that. persistence. at the hotel she realizes she lost the keys and they won't let us in. state crash, freak out. i manage it costs us at least 30 minutes. then her friends get back. 4 girls and me uo in one room. it's morning and the party is over. DAMMMMIT. i pass out in the their suite 60th floor of the WYNN.
saturday. great night. still feeling fucked up jetlagged and whatnot. feeling a bit more comfortable. lot's of solid interactions, even though i keep running into married bitches.
alex, tyler, brad, ryan... all around me, fucking with each other for the girls... tyler is hilarious.
in the end i chill in a corner with THE most gorgeous girl of vegas. i love her. i mean i LOVE her. all lovestruck and stupid i decide to ditch all other opportunities even though she clearly is a tough case and i know shit aint going down. and i don't even care. love her. great vibe. chill out with her and her sister... also go for makeout several times but keep it fun and light. denies although they both love me... fuark. gay facebook, nightsover, gameover.
ok last time i fall for love, no more gay shit.
THE BRIGADE
it's sunday night and THE BRIGADE has pulled every single night. means everyone of brad the brad crew has pulled at least once - except me. this ain't right. plus, our leader set the example and pulled twice in one night.
pressure is on!
THE SUMMIT starts. tyler is up on the stage and gives an awesome presentation. you think you'd heard it all, and probably you did, in a way or another... but even then, i listen to his speech and concepts CLICK. things like beeing in your own movie, it never meant much to me. suddenly, damn, such a key distinction. kind of the inner game of not being in spectator mode. ever.
another thing deeply resonating with me on hundreds of references experiences was the video analysis of the girl-guy eye contact.. simple but sick. how girls look for fluctuations in your micro expression to expose faked confidence, and how faking just doesn't work. i wondered myself how to fix it. the advice on this seem golden and counterintuitive.
good infield vids and many more points that hit home with me. damn solid great speech.
summit start is over we meet up, hit up the club. first approach, gorgeous girl, she loves me. i meet and befriend her cousin, he's on my side 100%... holy shit, it's early and just got here, she is down, damn gotta pee.. it's on, she is down a 100%... i tell em i find them later.... i won't ever find her again.
more sets.
weird to have tyler, alex, jeffy gaming all around you, right next to you or even the same girl as you. as in the night before hurricane tyler is fucking around and crashing into my sets. it's fun damn he is hilarious.
all sets going good but don't feel the traction... makeout with some girl, she loves me, check for logistics, bad. so i go for pull, denied, drop her, find another girl.
vegas, i learn.
next up, a local girl. ding ding ding. hot latina. awesome.
it's on. i go for pull 10 times... you gotta persist HARD. ahhh finally getting calibrated to this place.
so i'm like a nazi officer in world war II (except more funny) and finally i get her in the cab. take her to my bunker. she get's 3 days of summit frustation. germans are rough, but especially after 3 nights in vegas without a pull. and yes, she loved it.
get back to the club, wanna go for another pull. club is closed dammit. run into a member of the brigade and powerhouse. we decide to go for breakfast burger and i'm done for the night.
to be continued...
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My Journal 2009... let's do this and how i turned my life around.
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The BEARD of the BRIGADE
My Journal 2009... let's do this and how i turned my life around.
My bootcamp Vomiting timez with Brad- and the best blog on pickup and lifestyle: bradbranson.com
greate stuff.
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"It is one thing to study war
and another to live the warrior’s life."
—Telamon of Arcadia,
mercenary of the f i f th century B.C.
" Nobody knew I was done. Nobody cared[...]Next morning I went over to Paul ’s for coffee and told
him I had finished. “Good for you,” he said without looking up. “Start the next one today.”"
-Steven Pressfield
"It is one thing to study war
and another to live the warrior’s life."
—Telamon of Arcadia,
mercenary of the f i f th century B.C.
" Nobody knew I was done. Nobody cared[...]Next morning I went over to Paul ’s for coffee and told
him I had finished. “Good for you,” he said without looking up. “Start the next one today.”"
-Steven Pressfield
Shit dude, sounds like another great adventure; have fun!
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We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit. (Aristotle)
Dammit i wrote all that shit up but my lap failed me.
Monday night
completely destroyed me. I was doing horrible. Industry night, girls were super bitchy. Jed lagged, sleep deprived, fighting a cold, whatever. I bombed a lot, 3 makeouts, no pull. I soldiered through to the very end though.
Of course i wake up early in the morning (even though totally sleep deprived but i keep waking up early) so so next day i'm relaxing at the pool before going to the summit (which btw is absolutely awesome).
It's super hot so i jump into the pool every 5 minutes. I randomly start a conversation with a canadian chick... we hit it off with a cool vibe... so while we're in the pool talking we move closer and closer, laser stare is on... we start making out. i meet her friends, befriend. she buys us a drink... back in the pool she strokes my dick while we continue making out.
i tell her i'll head up to kick my roomies out give her my roomnumber and head up... she is TOTALLY down.
but never shows up.
now i have been really really stupid here. why the fuck didn't i take her with me right away??
i dunno but she was so down that i trusted completely she would follow up...
and maybe she even did, only later i found out our doorbell button was put on mute so if she came up and ringed i wouldn't have heared.
ALWAYS keep that shit in the peripheral of your control.
Tuesday night
then was awesome even though i didn't pull. Assisted on bootcamp and after program was over i was pretty drained.
Wednesday night
was sweet. Working the club getting slowly into the grove. Fucked up quite a few good sets. Then i shove myself through the dancefloor and walk right into a hottie. our eyes meet and i see the spark of attraction flashing up in her eyes. no thinking, i dive full in and go for makeout.
if you read my journal you know i have quite a few reference experiences on this. it all happens in miliseconds... it's all reflex / instinct... you see the opening and before you or her can even think you response to her flash of attraction by going for the makeout. can't plan or fake that shit. happens purely out of the moment.
so we makeout for about 10 seconds then i take her hand and lead her off the dance floor. introducing, checking logistics while sexual tension is motherfucking on... she is with her friend but lost her. i go for the pull... no dice, because of friend. i lead her through the the whole club to find the friend (hoping we'll never find her).
so after another round of drinks that she pays (finally my game is on hehe) and after we havn't found her friend i lead her outside.
"fuck this, let's go let's go, your friend is not here, SKO, she stood u up, LETS GO" all the way to the cab. kick her in the cab, her place, venetian. she pays, berlin style.
up there she freshens up, i try to put on music on her huge ass tv system but then decide for some good old hardcore porn on demand instead. more than 50 bucks on her hotel tab because i actually skip through 3 movies to meet my taste.
no lmr and true pornstyle deprived sex. (if you read my journal you'll know what that means...)
pass out, wake up. bang her again while friend is sleeping. take her to bathroom, putting on the tab for backround noise, brad style. nice little reference experience here...
next morning they get roomservice and invite me for breakfast... then we all go back to sleep... except actually she and me start banging again and i am pretty damn sure her friend ain't sleeping yet... she is pretty loud and i tell her we should go back to the bathroom.. to my surprise she doesn't want to haha
anyway finally i pull her to the bathroom, not because i think it's rude towards her friend, thats only the excuse, but actually because i wanna cum on her face full pornstar style again. she really got that craving look down.
we finish up and i head downstairs just in time to the start of tylers speech.
which, btw, is fucking awesome.
mindblowing. good. shit.
Monday night
completely destroyed me. I was doing horrible. Industry night, girls were super bitchy. Jed lagged, sleep deprived, fighting a cold, whatever. I bombed a lot, 3 makeouts, no pull. I soldiered through to the very end though.
Of course i wake up early in the morning (even though totally sleep deprived but i keep waking up early) so so next day i'm relaxing at the pool before going to the summit (which btw is absolutely awesome).
It's super hot so i jump into the pool every 5 minutes. I randomly start a conversation with a canadian chick... we hit it off with a cool vibe... so while we're in the pool talking we move closer and closer, laser stare is on... we start making out. i meet her friends, befriend. she buys us a drink... back in the pool she strokes my dick while we continue making out.
i tell her i'll head up to kick my roomies out give her my roomnumber and head up... she is TOTALLY down.
but never shows up.
now i have been really really stupid here. why the fuck didn't i take her with me right away??
i dunno but she was so down that i trusted completely she would follow up...
and maybe she even did, only later i found out our doorbell button was put on mute so if she came up and ringed i wouldn't have heared.
ALWAYS keep that shit in the peripheral of your control.
Tuesday night
then was awesome even though i didn't pull. Assisted on bootcamp and after program was over i was pretty drained.
Wednesday night
was sweet. Working the club getting slowly into the grove. Fucked up quite a few good sets. Then i shove myself through the dancefloor and walk right into a hottie. our eyes meet and i see the spark of attraction flashing up in her eyes. no thinking, i dive full in and go for makeout.
if you read my journal you know i have quite a few reference experiences on this. it all happens in miliseconds... it's all reflex / instinct... you see the opening and before you or her can even think you response to her flash of attraction by going for the makeout. can't plan or fake that shit. happens purely out of the moment.
so we makeout for about 10 seconds then i take her hand and lead her off the dance floor. introducing, checking logistics while sexual tension is motherfucking on... she is with her friend but lost her. i go for the pull... no dice, because of friend. i lead her through the the whole club to find the friend (hoping we'll never find her).
so after another round of drinks that she pays (finally my game is on hehe) and after we havn't found her friend i lead her outside.
"fuck this, let's go let's go, your friend is not here, SKO, she stood u up, LETS GO" all the way to the cab. kick her in the cab, her place, venetian. she pays, berlin style.
up there she freshens up, i try to put on music on her huge ass tv system but then decide for some good old hardcore porn on demand instead. more than 50 bucks on her hotel tab because i actually skip through 3 movies to meet my taste.
no lmr and true pornstyle deprived sex. (if you read my journal you'll know what that means...)
pass out, wake up. bang her again while friend is sleeping. take her to bathroom, putting on the tab for backround noise, brad style. nice little reference experience here...
next morning they get roomservice and invite me for breakfast... then we all go back to sleep... except actually she and me start banging again and i am pretty damn sure her friend ain't sleeping yet... she is pretty loud and i tell her we should go back to the bathroom.. to my surprise she doesn't want to haha
anyway finally i pull her to the bathroom, not because i think it's rude towards her friend, thats only the excuse, but actually because i wanna cum on her face full pornstar style again. she really got that craving look down.
we finish up and i head downstairs just in time to the start of tylers speech.
which, btw, is fucking awesome.
mindblowing. good. shit.
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The BEARD of the BRIGADE
My Journal 2009... let's do this and how i turned my life around.
My bootcamp Vomiting timez with Brad- and the best blog on pickup and lifestyle: bradbranson.com
The BEARD of the BRIGADE
My Journal 2009... let's do this and how i turned my life around.
My bootcamp Vomiting timez with Brad- and the best blog on pickup and lifestyle: bradbranson.com
Damn vegas sounds so awesome! i have to be there next year!
would be great to see your notes about the speeches also!
would be great to see your notes about the speeches also!
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Update: Pilgrimage fingers black stripper, tips her 2 dollars
Fucking love it!
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haha, cheap bastard ;)
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We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit. (Aristotle)
LOL awesome man. Summit ist prima.
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Pilgrimage2012
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actually looking forward to going through the own journal myself some time soon.. towards the 1000s post maybe
anyway.. had brad and matt in berlin and we had some crazy times... getting drunk, shooting the shit and catching up mostly... also exchanging ideas on internet marketing... inspiring stuff.... enjoying berlin summer.. good food... good parties... berlin bitches and tourists... best city yes i agree :)
and again i had to work many nights so it was an exhausting schedule.
had some makeouts didn't pull... mr branson did.
now i got 2 weeks to cash in as much as i can for vegas... just got back from work, 2 am and now i sit down to do some work on IM.
keep on hustelin yo
The BEARD of the BRIGADE
My Journal 2009... let's do this and how i turned my life around.
My bootcamp Vomiting timez with Brad- and the best blog on pickup and lifestyle: bradbranson.com