A few posts ago, I mentioned how i drunkenly picked up "cute black chick" at an impromptu party thrown at my place. It was all well and good, so the next morning she reminds me her name (which i almost immediately forget again) and gives me her number. Now it might have been the extreme dehydration, fatigue, or the thought of cleaning up the bloody (literally) mess she made, but i couldn't remember for the life of me how she looked and if she was a nice girl or not.
So i figure I'd do this girl a favor and get together for some dinner so she could tell me something about herself.
1: She arrived late (though, she said it was unintentional).
2: Although it was obvious she tried hard, she didn't really have a lot of interesting shit to say.
As i sat there eating my dragon roll, a thought rolled into my head "congratulations girl, you are now officially my fuck buddy, even though you may not know it, I am never paying for you ever again:-)"
That weekend, she came over, we went to see "Balls of Fury" (she paid for herself, good girl), and all throughout i was really disappointed n the way she was dressed - she had a body that demanded tight outfits, but she was wearing goth shit and a baggy skirt, which made her look terrible, considering she was short - i invited her to come over to my place afterwards.
"I have my period, i cant have sex"
"Thats a shame, i was gonna bring you great pleasure with my mouth and then my cock"
"Well, i can do a few things with my mouth;-)"
She proceeded to suck my dick, looking up every so often as if searching for a sign of approval. I'll be honest, she wasn't doing a very good job. Noob.
So i figure i should try to get rid of her somehow, and i proceeded to say and do shit that i thought would freak most girls out.
I farted during the blowjob, she giggled, said "oooo", and kept sucking.
I said that in the future, i wold like to put my dick in her ass. She said it sounded like fun.
And then i told her - "You know what the biggest turnoff is for a girl? Heterosexuality. I love group sex. Talk to some cute friends of yours, have them join". And once again, she agreed. "Wait a minute, I can have a 4 way:-D", I was in a good mood. I think I'll keep spending zero on this girl an occasionally giving her the best sex of her life till this 4 way can happen. To get her in the mood for experimental sex, I'm probably gonna try some tantric shit next time i see her
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Its All About the Game!!! And how you play it!
Yes, yes, we all know the Triple H song (well, about 70 of them). But I'm not talking about the master of the Pedigree and 9 time world champion. I am also not talking about the multi platinum West Coast rapper. This time, I'm talking about "The Game", a book written by master player Neil Strauss.
I first heard of the book once i stumbled onto the "seduction community" purely by chance. Somethingawful.com's "weekend web" series was doing their usual good job of making fun of random online forums and communities. That week, one of the web sites ridiculed was fastseduction.com. Now, don't get me wrong, the article was great, check it out for yourself, but now i started thinking "wow, there is a group of people that seek macking advice the same way i seek combos and strategies in Tekken, weird". I skimmed through the page, didn't think much of it, thought that 90% of the shit in there was too outrageous to work, and moved on. However, the idea of an empirical method to macking planted itself into my memory and it wasn't long that after a failed macking attempt, i would start asking myself - "ok, what did i do wrong there", and later - "how can i correct this behavior", however i was still too proud to seek advice, especially since just about everyone i know had different opinions and weren't exactly swimming in quality girls, except of course the jacked 30 year old Guido looking bouncer at a local bar that would always let under-21 girls into the bar, but he didn't need an "approach", he just had a mack inducing lifestyle.
So i started glancing around a wide array of web sites - different people were offering different shit, and all of it cost a lot of money... which brought me to wikipedia to see if i can weed out the nonsense from the facts. That's when i stumbled onto "The Game" - i read the quick summary, and realized "hey, advice or no advice, this book sounds fun".
On my way to a Soul Calibur tournament i picked it up at a local Borders Bookstore. Once i finally started reading it a few days later, its like a whole new world opened up to me. Neil Strauss was speaking from experience about his untimely transformation from AFC (as the pickup community calls it - "Average Frustrated Chump") to a master pickup artist. I couldn't put the book down - not only was it sprinkled with helpful macking advice, but the story was impeccable, and it also served as a revue of sorts to some of the "pickup gurus" that were peddling their product on the internet.
So now I'm armed with some knowledge, and a desire to improve - so i started trying to get my hands on as much "pickup material" as i can get. Here's what i have so far:
The Game by Neil Strauss aka Style - a non fictional journey into the seduction community
The Venusian Arts handbook and the Mystery Method by Mystery - guides by Style's mentor and host of VH1's "The Pickup Artist"
Ross Jeffries' Speed Seduction series - "Unstoppable Confidance" and "Fear into Charisma" - an audio and video guide, respectively, by the man many consider the father of the seduction community. He advocates using Neuro Linguistic Programming (NLP), which is like a subtle hypnosys.
"Double your Dating" and "Body Language DVDs" - by David DeAngelo - this dude advocates a "cocky and funny" approach to improving your game.
Whew, i got a lot of reading to do...
All i have to do is put down the 360 controller and not play Madden or Prince of Persia Classic
I first heard of the book once i stumbled onto the "seduction community" purely by chance. Somethingawful.com's "weekend web" series was doing their usual good job of making fun of random online forums and communities. That week, one of the web sites ridiculed was fastseduction.com. Now, don't get me wrong, the article was great, check it out for yourself, but now i started thinking "wow, there is a group of people that seek macking advice the same way i seek combos and strategies in Tekken, weird". I skimmed through the page, didn't think much of it, thought that 90% of the shit in there was too outrageous to work, and moved on. However, the idea of an empirical method to macking planted itself into my memory and it wasn't long that after a failed macking attempt, i would start asking myself - "ok, what did i do wrong there", and later - "how can i correct this behavior", however i was still too proud to seek advice, especially since just about everyone i know had different opinions and weren't exactly swimming in quality girls, except of course the jacked 30 year old Guido looking bouncer at a local bar that would always let under-21 girls into the bar, but he didn't need an "approach", he just had a mack inducing lifestyle.
So i started glancing around a wide array of web sites - different people were offering different shit, and all of it cost a lot of money... which brought me to wikipedia to see if i can weed out the nonsense from the facts. That's when i stumbled onto "The Game" - i read the quick summary, and realized "hey, advice or no advice, this book sounds fun".
On my way to a Soul Calibur tournament i picked it up at a local Borders Bookstore. Once i finally started reading it a few days later, its like a whole new world opened up to me. Neil Strauss was speaking from experience about his untimely transformation from AFC (as the pickup community calls it - "Average Frustrated Chump") to a master pickup artist. I couldn't put the book down - not only was it sprinkled with helpful macking advice, but the story was impeccable, and it also served as a revue of sorts to some of the "pickup gurus" that were peddling their product on the internet.
So now I'm armed with some knowledge, and a desire to improve - so i started trying to get my hands on as much "pickup material" as i can get. Here's what i have so far:
The Game by Neil Strauss aka Style - a non fictional journey into the seduction community
The Venusian Arts handbook and the Mystery Method by Mystery - guides by Style's mentor and host of VH1's "The Pickup Artist"
Ross Jeffries' Speed Seduction series - "Unstoppable Confidance" and "Fear into Charisma" - an audio and video guide, respectively, by the man many consider the father of the seduction community. He advocates using Neuro Linguistic Programming (NLP), which is like a subtle hypnosys.
"Double your Dating" and "Body Language DVDs" - by David DeAngelo - this dude advocates a "cocky and funny" approach to improving your game.
Whew, i got a lot of reading to do...
All i have to do is put down the 360 controller and not play Madden or Prince of Persia Classic
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The Drunken Party Sex report
Ok ok, you have all been waiting for this one, this is the story how an innocent going away party turned into a night of random crazy sex, as well as what followed it. So lets start from the beginning, shall we?
The Setup
It all started out as a semi innocent Friday evening - I had just come home from work, walked and fed my dogs, and was kicking back on the couch watching TV. The plan for the evening was twofold - go out to the local bar, party and get hammered in honor of my good friend Big John leaving, and to gather the Soul Calibur players at my place afterwards to play some SC3 against the visiting ShadowG from Atlanta. It was going to be a fun night for sure. But no one knew that the night would take a much different turn later on.
People started gathering at my place. We shared a few drinks here and there, until it was about 8:30 and we'd figure we would start heading to the bar. The reason for getting there so early was that a week before, Big John promised he would drink 25 Guiness beers by the end of the night - some people from the crew wanted to see that, others like me, wanted to prevent that.
So the bar trip went on and on and on. I was drunk to the point that i was asking my friend Tidus to slap me across the chest Ric Flair style while screaming "Wooooo". We were doing shots, playing pong, and generally having an all around good time.
Then ShadowG got dropped off by his friend at the bar, we realized that it was a little weird for a man with travel luggage to be hanging out at a bar, so at around midnight (not sure though), we all headed back to my place.
Here i think we all were content with drinking some beers, playing some video games and eating some food.
But around that time my friend Maxx arrived, with a few other people in tow. Two of them were dudes i didnt know (but i was too drunk to remember who they were or even their names), two of them were girls, and one of them was Blood Red.
Blood Red is a Tekken player from NYC, renown on the scene for a Lei thats almost as stylish as he was. If my memory serves me right, he was wearing a suit and was being as cool, smooth and vocal as ever, it was good to see him.
Of the girls that Maxx brought, i knew only one of them, lets call her "Mama", cause she was a 19 year old mother (and from what i heard, not a very good one), and very very hood. I had mistakenly hit on her once, after ingesting massive amounts of beer, but my friends were there to make sure that didn't happen again.
The other girl was this cute short black chick. We'll refer to her as "cute short black chick" because honestly, i didn't find out her name until the next day.
We were all eating late night snacks when i sat down next to "cute short black chick".
[[[[[DRUNK MEMORY LOSS 1]]]]]
Next thing i know I'm fucking her in my parents bedroom. Either she was a sex noob or she was on the rag, but before i knew it, there were random blood spots everywhere.
[[[[[DRUNK MEMORY LOSS 2]]]]]
I wake up, completely dehydrated, thinking "did i have sex last night? Could i manage to get it up after all that booze?". I looked around, saw a used condom, random blood spots, and "cute black girl" laying next to me. "Well, i must have done something", i figure, but just to be sure, i woke her up and proceeded to fuck her again for ood measure.
Bad idea, one of the worst things in the world is hangover sex. You become so dehydrated that you look like Mr Kennedy after a long match.
... Kennedy. Damn i really should have had some Gatorade first or something.
So she leaves, gives me her number, and I'm left with checking up on all my friends that stayed over and passed out.
Everyone wakes up, cleans the place a bit, and we go off to eat some Quiznos, watch "Superbad" and get some cleaning products to clean up that bloody mess the girl made on my sheets. While that was going on, we all discussed the events from the night before, particularly the drunk memory losses. And here is what we came up with.
[[[[[DRUNK MEMORY LOSS 1]]]]]
I sat down next to the girl and started saying some wild freaky, and, to be honest, stupid shit. "Me and you should make some hot mixed race babies". I kept asking everyone there how old she was, she kept saying 19, but i didn't believe her. After a while, i told her to come with me to my parents room where we proceeded to talk and then get freaky.
This apparently really bothered "Mama", because not only were the two of them lesbians, they were actually lesbian lovers!!! I snatched a lesbian! Cool!! So "Mama", along with other people kept walking into the room, so i grew tired and locked the door and told Big john to hold it down. Around this time we started fucking and Drunk Memory Lapse 1 ended.
[[[[[DRUNK MEMORY LOSS 2]]]]]
We were fucking, and apparently "Mama" was pissed. So she was determined to fuck someone else at the party to make her lover jealous. She first tried to hit on ShadowG, talking about his hair and his Georgia accent, but he wasn't biting. She then turned to Blood Red.
"Mama": so when I'm hanging with Maxx at CF (Chinatown Fair, a popular NYC arcade), i see you there, and i gotta be honest. I've been checking you out.
Red: So what are you gonna do about it?
With those simple words, Red's intentions were clear. My parents room was locked, my room was filled with people gaming, my bathroom had my dogs "guarding" it, the second bathroom needed to be operational, and noone was gonna be fucking in the living room. So red took her outside, and by his own words, found a construction site and proceeded to fuck her there.
Yes thats right, he fucked her on a construction site. Win.
"That was real good Red, we should exchange numbers".
"I don't think so girl, you're just too hood for me". Owned.
Cool night huh?
The Setup
It all started out as a semi innocent Friday evening - I had just come home from work, walked and fed my dogs, and was kicking back on the couch watching TV. The plan for the evening was twofold - go out to the local bar, party and get hammered in honor of my good friend Big John leaving, and to gather the Soul Calibur players at my place afterwards to play some SC3 against the visiting ShadowG from Atlanta. It was going to be a fun night for sure. But no one knew that the night would take a much different turn later on.
People started gathering at my place. We shared a few drinks here and there, until it was about 8:30 and we'd figure we would start heading to the bar. The reason for getting there so early was that a week before, Big John promised he would drink 25 Guiness beers by the end of the night - some people from the crew wanted to see that, others like me, wanted to prevent that.
So the bar trip went on and on and on. I was drunk to the point that i was asking my friend Tidus to slap me across the chest Ric Flair style while screaming "Wooooo". We were doing shots, playing pong, and generally having an all around good time.
Then ShadowG got dropped off by his friend at the bar, we realized that it was a little weird for a man with travel luggage to be hanging out at a bar, so at around midnight (not sure though), we all headed back to my place.
Here i think we all were content with drinking some beers, playing some video games and eating some food.
But around that time my friend Maxx arrived, with a few other people in tow. Two of them were dudes i didnt know (but i was too drunk to remember who they were or even their names), two of them were girls, and one of them was Blood Red.
Blood Red is a Tekken player from NYC, renown on the scene for a Lei thats almost as stylish as he was. If my memory serves me right, he was wearing a suit and was being as cool, smooth and vocal as ever, it was good to see him.
Of the girls that Maxx brought, i knew only one of them, lets call her "Mama", cause she was a 19 year old mother (and from what i heard, not a very good one), and very very hood. I had mistakenly hit on her once, after ingesting massive amounts of beer, but my friends were there to make sure that didn't happen again.
The other girl was this cute short black chick. We'll refer to her as "cute short black chick" because honestly, i didn't find out her name until the next day.
We were all eating late night snacks when i sat down next to "cute short black chick".
[[[[[DRUNK MEMORY LOSS 1]]]]]
Next thing i know I'm fucking her in my parents bedroom. Either she was a sex noob or she was on the rag, but before i knew it, there were random blood spots everywhere.
[[[[[DRUNK MEMORY LOSS 2]]]]]
I wake up, completely dehydrated, thinking "did i have sex last night? Could i manage to get it up after all that booze?". I looked around, saw a used condom, random blood spots, and "cute black girl" laying next to me. "Well, i must have done something", i figure, but just to be sure, i woke her up and proceeded to fuck her again for ood measure.
Bad idea, one of the worst things in the world is hangover sex. You become so dehydrated that you look like Mr Kennedy after a long match.
... Kennedy. Damn i really should have had some Gatorade first or something.
So she leaves, gives me her number, and I'm left with checking up on all my friends that stayed over and passed out.
Everyone wakes up, cleans the place a bit, and we go off to eat some Quiznos, watch "Superbad" and get some cleaning products to clean up that bloody mess the girl made on my sheets. While that was going on, we all discussed the events from the night before, particularly the drunk memory losses. And here is what we came up with.
[[[[[DRUNK MEMORY LOSS 1]]]]]
I sat down next to the girl and started saying some wild freaky, and, to be honest, stupid shit. "Me and you should make some hot mixed race babies". I kept asking everyone there how old she was, she kept saying 19, but i didn't believe her. After a while, i told her to come with me to my parents room where we proceeded to talk and then get freaky.
This apparently really bothered "Mama", because not only were the two of them lesbians, they were actually lesbian lovers!!! I snatched a lesbian! Cool!! So "Mama", along with other people kept walking into the room, so i grew tired and locked the door and told Big john to hold it down. Around this time we started fucking and Drunk Memory Lapse 1 ended.
[[[[[DRUNK MEMORY LOSS 2]]]]]
We were fucking, and apparently "Mama" was pissed. So she was determined to fuck someone else at the party to make her lover jealous. She first tried to hit on ShadowG, talking about his hair and his Georgia accent, but he wasn't biting. She then turned to Blood Red.
"Mama": so when I'm hanging with Maxx at CF (Chinatown Fair, a popular NYC arcade), i see you there, and i gotta be honest. I've been checking you out.
Red: So what are you gonna do about it?
With those simple words, Red's intentions were clear. My parents room was locked, my room was filled with people gaming, my bathroom had my dogs "guarding" it, the second bathroom needed to be operational, and noone was gonna be fucking in the living room. So red took her outside, and by his own words, found a construction site and proceeded to fuck her there.
Yes thats right, he fucked her on a construction site. Win.
"That was real good Red, we should exchange numbers".
"I don't think so girl, you're just too hood for me". Owned.
Cool night huh?
My absense + progress
So life has been owning me to such a degree that i haven't been able to update for a while. Oh well, life happens, lets not get emo about it and move on.
With match.com i realized that i wasn't going anywhere, so i decided to re-tool my profile and my online "approach" a little bit - first off i found a pic of myself from 3 years ago when my face was just a bit skinnier and my hair just a bit longer. Next, i decided that instead of just "winking" at the girl, i would sent each one of them an email, but that would soon grow tiresome. So i devised an email "template", if you will, that i would fill out whenever i emailed a girl.
Nothing too complicated, just an email where i do two things:
1: Lightly bust on her or remark about something in her profile
2: Paste the text below:
Now, a little about me - I'm educated, successful, emotionally mature, and I know what I want (probably not a lot of 23 year olds willing to say that). My work keeps me busy, but I make time for travel, dining out, music (very diverse tastes), and anything new and interesting. I'm tall, i work out, with brown eyes and dark brown hair (judge from the pics). Looking to meet a lady who's smart, honest, and loves to laugh, a mold which you seem to fit to a T.
So if you think we can make a good team, then i would love to hear back from you.
It makes me look awesome, but not desperate, and it allows me to spam match.com and get many many more profile views and replies. So far so good, went out with a few nice girls, about to go out with a few more, but it hasnt led to anything sexy or serious yet.
With match.com i realized that i wasn't going anywhere, so i decided to re-tool my profile and my online "approach" a little bit - first off i found a pic of myself from 3 years ago when my face was just a bit skinnier and my hair just a bit longer. Next, i decided that instead of just "winking" at the girl, i would sent each one of them an email, but that would soon grow tiresome. So i devised an email "template", if you will, that i would fill out whenever i emailed a girl.
Nothing too complicated, just an email where i do two things:
1: Lightly bust on her or remark about something in her profile
2: Paste the text below:
Now, a little about me - I'm educated, successful, emotionally mature, and I know what I want (probably not a lot of 23 year olds willing to say that). My work keeps me busy, but I make time for travel, dining out, music (very diverse tastes), and anything new and interesting. I'm tall, i work out, with brown eyes and dark brown hair (judge from the pics). Looking to meet a lady who's smart, honest, and loves to laugh, a mold which you seem to fit to a T.
So if you think we can make a good team, then i would love to hear back from you.
It makes me look awesome, but not desperate, and it allows me to spam match.com and get many many more profile views and replies. So far so good, went out with a few nice girls, about to go out with a few more, but it hasnt led to anything sexy or serious yet.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
"Blind Date" with a gamer girl i met online - worst date EVAR
So here it is, my first hand encounter with someone i actually met online!!! I wont go to deep into the details (since they will reveal a lot about me), but i will say that it WASNT with match.com (that has been an epic failure so far).
So at first i talk to this girl online for a little while and she tells me that she is a vegetarian non drinker (bad news for me, because IMO nothing beats steak and beer), however we seem to be getting along well, she seems interested in shit i say, and i assumed that she was fine with my appearance since she's seen my myspace profile. A few days later i find out that this girl is a huge 4chan and ED fan, and also sounds academically capable (both good qualities).
So last Friday approaches, we're all set to meet up, our conversation beforehand ended on a high note, everything is good to go. After work i ensure my appearance is presentable- i shower, shave, put in my freshest jeans and shirt and some decent but not overbearing cologne, style my hair a bit, good to go. I had to admit it, i looked fly.
So i meet her at our designated spot (arcade) and we go to a restaurant nearby that i am known to frequent since i knew they had a good vegetarian selection.
Right away i notice two things - the myspace pictures never showed what incredibly terrible skin she had (bad acne son), and that some of the first shit she mentioned was "drama in her life".
We sit down to eat, right away she starts texting, saying its an emergency and the friend she was texting was at work so they couldn't talk. Some emergency, i thought. We order some food. I figure the who of us would do what everyone else does at that restaurant - order a variety of stuff and share. That didnt work, she ended up eating half of a soup and a small piece of spring roll. And throughout that, she was still texting. I was trying to salvage the situation, since i figured something must have been wrong since we had such an awesome chat online. So i tried to change the topic of conversation several times, hoping that something would catch on, it didnt, she was still texting.
So after the dinner was done (i barely ate myself cause i didnt wanna look like a pig in front of her), i proposed several other places we could go to, she turned em all down and said "lets go to the arcade". At the arcade i ask her if she wants to play something, she rejects all the game ideas, then she finds her sweat drenched DDR nerd friends and starts talking to them. Noon makes a point to introduce me or say hi to me, what a bunch of assholes. So i basically say "fuck this I'm gonna go play Tekken", and go chill by the tekken dr machine for a bit. As im ready to leave, she mentions what the emergency was about - ONE OF HER REALLY EMO FRIENDS JUST BROKE UP WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AND WAS THREATENING TO KILL HIMSELF. Honestly, thats just an attention whore. For every 100 000 emo kids threatening suicide, only one does it, the other ones just dont know how else to get attention. I bet you top dollar that this kid's ex girlfriend was either ugly, or cheated on him cause he was so emo, or both. Thats not a reason to off yourself, so buck up, drink a bear, read a porno and go out with your boys.
So i came home, changed, and went out with a friend of mine to eat some meat and drink some beer. Before i left however, i messaged the girl and said something along the lines of "what you did today was very rude and disrespectful, but since im such a swell guy i'm willing to grant you one more chance simply because of your friends drama and the fact we got along online, but if you screw this one up just a bit then the ship has sailed"
She responded with her own message that i read hung over the next morning, long story short she called me dumb, boring, ugly and fat (not literally, but she dressed it up rather nicely). Oh well, i gave the girl another chance and i guess she chose to waste it, too bad for her.
So whats the moral of the story? Whenever possible avoid gamer girls! "But why, theyre girls, and theyre gamers, isnt that what we want"?
No, because in females gaming either leads to, or is a result of antisocial behavior. This is typically not true with males, since about 98% of dudes play games. But you typically don't find a group of 6 hot sorority girls chillin in front of the TV playing Gears of War before they go to parties later that night. It doesnt happen!!! Only antisocial girls game!
And that means that these girls don't know typical dating "rules" or etiquette (like texting throughout dinner, eating half a soup and a piece of spring roll, and hanging with sweaty DDR nerds afterwards). They just don't know how to act!
So do yourself a favor, game with your friends, but get with a girl thats all about being hot, and THEN introduce her to your world, thats the only way to do it!
So at first i talk to this girl online for a little while and she tells me that she is a vegetarian non drinker (bad news for me, because IMO nothing beats steak and beer), however we seem to be getting along well, she seems interested in shit i say, and i assumed that she was fine with my appearance since she's seen my myspace profile. A few days later i find out that this girl is a huge 4chan and ED fan, and also sounds academically capable (both good qualities).
So last Friday approaches, we're all set to meet up, our conversation beforehand ended on a high note, everything is good to go. After work i ensure my appearance is presentable- i shower, shave, put in my freshest jeans and shirt and some decent but not overbearing cologne, style my hair a bit, good to go. I had to admit it, i looked fly.
So i meet her at our designated spot (arcade) and we go to a restaurant nearby that i am known to frequent since i knew they had a good vegetarian selection.
Right away i notice two things - the myspace pictures never showed what incredibly terrible skin she had (bad acne son), and that some of the first shit she mentioned was "drama in her life".
We sit down to eat, right away she starts texting, saying its an emergency and the friend she was texting was at work so they couldn't talk. Some emergency, i thought. We order some food. I figure the who of us would do what everyone else does at that restaurant - order a variety of stuff and share. That didnt work, she ended up eating half of a soup and a small piece of spring roll. And throughout that, she was still texting. I was trying to salvage the situation, since i figured something must have been wrong since we had such an awesome chat online. So i tried to change the topic of conversation several times, hoping that something would catch on, it didnt, she was still texting.
So after the dinner was done (i barely ate myself cause i didnt wanna look like a pig in front of her), i proposed several other places we could go to, she turned em all down and said "lets go to the arcade". At the arcade i ask her if she wants to play something, she rejects all the game ideas, then she finds her sweat drenched DDR nerd friends and starts talking to them. Noon makes a point to introduce me or say hi to me, what a bunch of assholes. So i basically say "fuck this I'm gonna go play Tekken", and go chill by the tekken dr machine for a bit. As im ready to leave, she mentions what the emergency was about - ONE OF HER REALLY EMO FRIENDS JUST BROKE UP WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AND WAS THREATENING TO KILL HIMSELF. Honestly, thats just an attention whore. For every 100 000 emo kids threatening suicide, only one does it, the other ones just dont know how else to get attention. I bet you top dollar that this kid's ex girlfriend was either ugly, or cheated on him cause he was so emo, or both. Thats not a reason to off yourself, so buck up, drink a bear, read a porno and go out with your boys.
So i came home, changed, and went out with a friend of mine to eat some meat and drink some beer. Before i left however, i messaged the girl and said something along the lines of "what you did today was very rude and disrespectful, but since im such a swell guy i'm willing to grant you one more chance simply because of your friends drama and the fact we got along online, but if you screw this one up just a bit then the ship has sailed"
She responded with her own message that i read hung over the next morning, long story short she called me dumb, boring, ugly and fat (not literally, but she dressed it up rather nicely). Oh well, i gave the girl another chance and i guess she chose to waste it, too bad for her.
So whats the moral of the story? Whenever possible avoid gamer girls! "But why, theyre girls, and theyre gamers, isnt that what we want"?
No, because in females gaming either leads to, or is a result of antisocial behavior. This is typically not true with males, since about 98% of dudes play games. But you typically don't find a group of 6 hot sorority girls chillin in front of the TV playing Gears of War before they go to parties later that night. It doesnt happen!!! Only antisocial girls game!
And that means that these girls don't know typical dating "rules" or etiquette (like texting throughout dinner, eating half a soup and a piece of spring roll, and hanging with sweaty DDR nerds afterwards). They just don't know how to act!
So do yourself a favor, game with your friends, but get with a girl thats all about being hot, and THEN introduce her to your world, thats the only way to do it!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I suck at this game right now
wow, even though i'm cool as fuck i apparently fail at any type of game recently.
This past weekend i went 0-2 on numbers received.
One was from this hot piece of ass wearing short shorts at this bar my friends and i visited (even though she seemed to be all on my shit during the evening). Hung out, talked, got her number, even played a game of beer pong while she was carefully listening to every awesome word i said, but the number turned out to be faker than her hair.
The second girl was this goth looking chick at Chinatown fair that was playing DDR and wearing large boots while pretty much hanging on to every word i said. She said she was a big game and wrestling fan, even going to a few ROH shows. But when it came time for me to call the number she gave me, an old woman picked up the phone and i realized that i probably got another fake #.
I wonder when a girl gives out a fake number if she just gives a random one or a pre planned one. It would be funny if the same old lady is just getting a bunch of calls from random dudes trying to sound all cool and calm on the phone. Heck, i should just strike up a conversation with that old lady, maybe get a gum job out of it
And as for the online front:
135 "winks" sent
35 emails sent
still no reply!!!!! OMGWTFBBQ?!?!?!?
This past weekend i went 0-2 on numbers received.
One was from this hot piece of ass wearing short shorts at this bar my friends and i visited (even though she seemed to be all on my shit during the evening). Hung out, talked, got her number, even played a game of beer pong while she was carefully listening to every awesome word i said, but the number turned out to be faker than her hair.
The second girl was this goth looking chick at Chinatown fair that was playing DDR and wearing large boots while pretty much hanging on to every word i said. She said she was a big game and wrestling fan, even going to a few ROH shows. But when it came time for me to call the number she gave me, an old woman picked up the phone and i realized that i probably got another fake #.
I wonder when a girl gives out a fake number if she just gives a random one or a pre planned one. It would be funny if the same old lady is just getting a bunch of calls from random dudes trying to sound all cool and calm on the phone. Heck, i should just strike up a conversation with that old lady, maybe get a gum job out of it
And as for the online front:
135 "winks" sent
35 emails sent
still no reply!!!!! OMGWTFBBQ?!?!?!?
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
My first "wink"
So after about a week on Match.com (and with a mere 16 individual profile views, contrary to the 70 "winks" and emails that i have sent out), i get my first "wink". A wink is similar to facebook's "poke" and basically means "hey there, whats going on;-)". Let me tell you it wasn't a very good one - the girl looks like she's wider than she is tall. Just the mere fact that out of the 70 people i holla'd at so far no one has yet to holla back, and the first contact i get is from Samoa Joe's little sister really pisses me off. Oh well, i hope this one is the first of many.
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