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.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Intermission: Rock of Love - wow
So this Sunday i turn on VH1's newest reality "dating" offering, and wow i am absolutely amazed (and i have yet to figure out if its in a good way or a bad way). Its amazing how a bunch of women would throw themselves at a dude who prolly has more STD's than Ash has pokemans. But i digress...
The central theme of the show is that Poison front man Bret Michaels is looking to settle down.... with a good ho. Someone what can flash implants and yet be a sweet caring woman in front of his two kids. What a guy. Actually, I'm looking for about the same (without the kids part, but hot dumb blondes with implants are really in demand these days). He is 44 years old, but i highly doubt that no more than 3-4 out of the 25 girls on this show are over 25.
All of these girls have come here to find a relationship, because most likely their past ones failed..... so they wanna try with a 44 year old hair band rocker (who probably did a lot of drugs in his day.... or 4-5 days ago). Its all good, we all know that hot girls like money, and this show doesn't really do anything to dispel that. To all the feminists reading this blog - this show has set your cause back at least 10 years, enjoy.
So the genuine niceness and search for love can be best summed up with the following pictures:
I didn't hear this girl talk much, but Bret did remark about her hot boobs..... this pic speaks volumes
Then we have this little masterpiece, notice the wide array of emotions being displayed. From left to right: "I'm the cool 'smart' girl, i say I'm smart because my boobs are not in your face, that is the definition of intelligence. That and calling other people out on their stupidity", "i really should leave", "i have no implants, but I'm cute and with nice hair, but i gotta out yell these crazy bitches", "I don't have a shot with Brett, but HELLO cameraman", "I'm the oldest and drunkest person here, and Brett will appreciate my defective old vagina". Wonderful.
Damn look at them titties. Shake what the doctor gave ya.
And finally, the cute girl who at the end of this shit will probably be driven to insanity (i think i saw her deck a bitch in the season preview)
Good luck ladies, make your parents proud
The central theme of the show is that Poison front man Bret Michaels is looking to settle down.... with a good ho. Someone what can flash implants and yet be a sweet caring woman in front of his two kids. What a guy. Actually, I'm looking for about the same (without the kids part, but hot dumb blondes with implants are really in demand these days). He is 44 years old, but i highly doubt that no more than 3-4 out of the 25 girls on this show are over 25.
All of these girls have come here to find a relationship, because most likely their past ones failed..... so they wanna try with a 44 year old hair band rocker (who probably did a lot of drugs in his day.... or 4-5 days ago). Its all good, we all know that hot girls like money, and this show doesn't really do anything to dispel that. To all the feminists reading this blog - this show has set your cause back at least 10 years, enjoy.
So the genuine niceness and search for love can be best summed up with the following pictures:
I didn't hear this girl talk much, but Bret did remark about her hot boobs..... this pic speaks volumes
Then we have this little masterpiece, notice the wide array of emotions being displayed. From left to right: "I'm the cool 'smart' girl, i say I'm smart because my boobs are not in your face, that is the definition of intelligence. That and calling other people out on their stupidity", "i really should leave", "i have no implants, but I'm cute and with nice hair, but i gotta out yell these crazy bitches", "I don't have a shot with Brett, but HELLO cameraman", "I'm the oldest and drunkest person here, and Brett will appreciate my defective old vagina". Wonderful.
Damn look at them titties. Shake what the doctor gave ya.
And finally, the cute girl who at the end of this shit will probably be driven to insanity (i think i saw her deck a bitch in the season preview)
Good luck ladies, make your parents proud
One Night Of Fire
One Night of Fire is a yearly party held in NYC. And this year, i was lucky enough to have taken part in it.
The premise is this: thousands of people gather on the Brooklyn bridge, then slowly but surely make their way to a beach party in Coney Island.
Along the way we stopped by the entrance to city hall, its fountain, and then made our way to the subway. Every step of the way there was a huge party: music, dancing, cheering, stilt walkers, people in costumes, people singing, subway crowd surfing, drinking, etc. The look on the subway rider's faces when they saw hat their train was invaded was absolutely priceless. Once we arrived to Coney Island, the party streamed out of the trains and onto the beach, dancing and playing music along the way. On the beach itself there was a large fire show - fire dancers, fire hula hoop people, fire jugglers, you name it - if it had fire it was there. Afterwards people started setting off fireworks of their own. Even the cops got into the fun with a police boat launching 3 flairs into the night sky.
And then there was the always mandatory nude swimming. There were some unlucky nude swimmers that were lead out of the water by the police with the lights shining bright on them. Hmm, its probably on youtube:-).
So after the swimming we hit up two after parties - a nearby bar where the stilt dancer girls refused to take off the stilts, and a dude's loft in the DUMBO section of Brooklyn. Lots of amazing music, amazing people and amazing times. Truly, i have found what i was looking for - something real under the macho NYC facade. Lets just hope there are more gatherings like this in the future.
Came back home at 5:30 am, just as the sun was rising.
Some afterthoughts: the setting, the mood, the execution was all perfect.It was one of those rare deep spiritual moments when a person can experience true freedom (or at least i did). And all it took was a couple of thousand people:-). But on the flip side, i noticed something interesting - the ratio of men to women was really bad, there weren't that many pretty girls at this thing at all, so this scene doesn't really look to be the ideal situation to meet people (well, people to fuck and date). I talked to one girl, first i thought she was foreign, then i realized she was just strung out or tired. So that night only serves to back up my original theory - that hot girls tend to congregate towards the "trendy" and don't really like to step outside the "norm", even though most of the people there seemed to be cool and well balanced individuals. And most girls that are in some type of "alternative lifestyle" (god i hate using that buzzword), were probably brought in by a significant other.
So i guess, right now its back to match.com and clubs
The premise is this: thousands of people gather on the Brooklyn bridge, then slowly but surely make their way to a beach party in Coney Island.
Along the way we stopped by the entrance to city hall, its fountain, and then made our way to the subway. Every step of the way there was a huge party: music, dancing, cheering, stilt walkers, people in costumes, people singing, subway crowd surfing, drinking, etc. The look on the subway rider's faces when they saw hat their train was invaded was absolutely priceless. Once we arrived to Coney Island, the party streamed out of the trains and onto the beach, dancing and playing music along the way. On the beach itself there was a large fire show - fire dancers, fire hula hoop people, fire jugglers, you name it - if it had fire it was there. Afterwards people started setting off fireworks of their own. Even the cops got into the fun with a police boat launching 3 flairs into the night sky.
And then there was the always mandatory nude swimming. There were some unlucky nude swimmers that were lead out of the water by the police with the lights shining bright on them. Hmm, its probably on youtube:-).
So after the swimming we hit up two after parties - a nearby bar where the stilt dancer girls refused to take off the stilts, and a dude's loft in the DUMBO section of Brooklyn. Lots of amazing music, amazing people and amazing times. Truly, i have found what i was looking for - something real under the macho NYC facade. Lets just hope there are more gatherings like this in the future.
Came back home at 5:30 am, just as the sun was rising.
Some afterthoughts: the setting, the mood, the execution was all perfect.It was one of those rare deep spiritual moments when a person can experience true freedom (or at least i did). And all it took was a couple of thousand people:-). But on the flip side, i noticed something interesting - the ratio of men to women was really bad, there weren't that many pretty girls at this thing at all, so this scene doesn't really look to be the ideal situation to meet people (well, people to fuck and date). I talked to one girl, first i thought she was foreign, then i realized she was just strung out or tired. So that night only serves to back up my original theory - that hot girls tend to congregate towards the "trendy" and don't really like to step outside the "norm", even though most of the people there seemed to be cool and well balanced individuals. And most girls that are in some type of "alternative lifestyle" (god i hate using that buzzword), were probably brought in by a significant other.
So i guess, right now its back to match.com and clubs
Monday, July 16, 2007
Gainsevoort Hotel - cause sometimes you gotta ball
As mentioned in the previous post, i was rather frustrated by my visiting lady friend from Atlanta. I have also not had any luck with my match.com endeavor, so i guess it was time to ball the old fashioned way - I, along with two friends of mine, decided to hit up the Gainsevoort Hotel for a night of fun.
Usually the Gainsevoort hotel is hard to get into, especially if you're a group of guys without suits or the open shirt/chest hair combo. Clubs usually frown on groups of younger men because they are less likely to spend money. But thanks to my lady friend staying at the hotel, we had no problem getting in and went straight to the roof of the hotel, which at night turns into a cool club/lounge type place.
The setting was actually perfect - lots of good looking girls, good variety of music that was being played at all the right volumes (loud enough to dance, but quiet enough to talk to other people), and a really large outdoor balcony area that allowed for more private talks.
My friends quickly sat down and started taking lots of pictures, and before you know it, several random girls swarmed us because they wanted to be in the picture (or cause they thought we were ballers lol). But they weren't very pretty.
So here was my main macking divide for the night:
Cute Korean Girl - she has only been in the states for like a week and is staying for another month. I offered to help her with her English (wink wink). This girl barely spoke English. isn't it weird that when there's a language barrier like that, you talk as if you're talking to a child or a special person? I mean i wanna be understood, but i also don't want to undermine her intelligence.
Cute Hawaiian Girl - said she works as a fashion writer in manhattan.... I googled her name and LOLed. We'll see where this one goes. I dont fucking remember what she looked like at all
Tall model Looking chick from New Zealand She was hot, but by the time i talked to her i was already pretty drunk, she wanted to give me her New Zealand number since i had an international calling card, but i wrote down a 16 digit number by accident. Woops.
So for now the fashion writer girl looks like the best bet, so i'll see where that goes.
In other news my Match.com profile is barely getting any views so i decided to put some better pictures up that i found, we'll wait and see.
BTW has anyone else noticed this phenomena (my friends actually turned it into a catchphrase). In a crowded club/bar, whenever a new song comes on, some random girl (ALWAYS the one that cant dance), screams out "AWWW GIRL, THATS MY JAM!!!!! MAH JAAAAAAAAAAMMMM", and then proceeds to have a seisure on the dance floor. Once again, i LOLed
Usually the Gainsevoort hotel is hard to get into, especially if you're a group of guys without suits or the open shirt/chest hair combo. Clubs usually frown on groups of younger men because they are less likely to spend money. But thanks to my lady friend staying at the hotel, we had no problem getting in and went straight to the roof of the hotel, which at night turns into a cool club/lounge type place.
The setting was actually perfect - lots of good looking girls, good variety of music that was being played at all the right volumes (loud enough to dance, but quiet enough to talk to other people), and a really large outdoor balcony area that allowed for more private talks.
My friends quickly sat down and started taking lots of pictures, and before you know it, several random girls swarmed us because they wanted to be in the picture (or cause they thought we were ballers lol). But they weren't very pretty.
So here was my main macking divide for the night:
Cute Korean Girl - she has only been in the states for like a week and is staying for another month. I offered to help her with her English (wink wink). This girl barely spoke English. isn't it weird that when there's a language barrier like that, you talk as if you're talking to a child or a special person? I mean i wanna be understood, but i also don't want to undermine her intelligence.
Cute Hawaiian Girl - said she works as a fashion writer in manhattan.... I googled her name and LOLed. We'll see where this one goes. I dont fucking remember what she looked like at all
Tall model Looking chick from New Zealand She was hot, but by the time i talked to her i was already pretty drunk, she wanted to give me her New Zealand number since i had an international calling card, but i wrote down a 16 digit number by accident. Woops.
So for now the fashion writer girl looks like the best bet, so i'll see where that goes.
In other news my Match.com profile is barely getting any views so i decided to put some better pictures up that i found, we'll wait and see.
BTW has anyone else noticed this phenomena (my friends actually turned it into a catchphrase). In a crowded club/bar, whenever a new song comes on, some random girl (ALWAYS the one that cant dance), screams out "AWWW GIRL, THATS MY JAM!!!!! MAH JAAAAAAAAAAMMMM", and then proceeds to have a seisure on the dance floor. Once again, i LOLed
A Visit
So this past weekend, i was visited by a female friend i knew in Atlanta. We haven't seen each other in over a year and i was excited to see how we would respond to one another.
Back in college, i went to a school that had 70% guys, so let's just say that my eye for beauty was extremely blurred. This girl led to an array of conflicting feelings for me. She was cute, but i was never really physically attracted to her, but she did have an amazing character and personality. Due to her family's money, she gets to travel all over the world, she is involved in several charities and non for profit organizations, she is extremely smart and well read. She is a genuinely good person. But after all that i still wasn't attracted to her (believe me i tried).
So as i pick her up from the airport, i of course am glad to see her, but one of my first thoughts is "how do i ditch this girl and get me some titties!!!" I was looking around and starting at almost every girl i saw, thinking "why am i not hanging out with that chick?!?!?". It was rather frustrating.
this only continued Friday evening as we had 2 tickets to see Rent (very good musical btw, i highly recommend seeing it). Walking into the theater i was eying the crowd - every girl I saw was looking hotter to me than the girl i was with. She was wearing and elegant dress with this shawl/scarf thing, but all the other girl were showing skin and making me crave it. We sat down next to these two trashy dumb jersey girls. They were dumb (the kind that giggle at every sex joke/reference and utterance of the words "fuck", "shit"), their voices were awful (that sort of deep wannabe tough girl voice common in jersey girls), and they wore a shitload of makeup, still i wanted to fuck then right then and there, right through the pants. I knew that was the wrong thing to say because i was sitting next to a perfectly good, cute and smart girl, but i really couldn't help myself. After the show, i knew there was one thing that was gonna cheer me up - this girl was staying at the Gainsevoort Hotel, which means that me and my crew, as her friends, had "no waiting in line" type access to its rooftop club/lounge area. So then it was time to ball (which ill talk about in my next post)
Back in college, i went to a school that had 70% guys, so let's just say that my eye for beauty was extremely blurred. This girl led to an array of conflicting feelings for me. She was cute, but i was never really physically attracted to her, but she did have an amazing character and personality. Due to her family's money, she gets to travel all over the world, she is involved in several charities and non for profit organizations, she is extremely smart and well read. She is a genuinely good person. But after all that i still wasn't attracted to her (believe me i tried).
So as i pick her up from the airport, i of course am glad to see her, but one of my first thoughts is "how do i ditch this girl and get me some titties!!!" I was looking around and starting at almost every girl i saw, thinking "why am i not hanging out with that chick?!?!?". It was rather frustrating.
this only continued Friday evening as we had 2 tickets to see Rent (very good musical btw, i highly recommend seeing it). Walking into the theater i was eying the crowd - every girl I saw was looking hotter to me than the girl i was with. She was wearing and elegant dress with this shawl/scarf thing, but all the other girl were showing skin and making me crave it. We sat down next to these two trashy dumb jersey girls. They were dumb (the kind that giggle at every sex joke/reference and utterance of the words "fuck", "shit"), their voices were awful (that sort of deep wannabe tough girl voice common in jersey girls), and they wore a shitload of makeup, still i wanted to fuck then right then and there, right through the pants. I knew that was the wrong thing to say because i was sitting next to a perfectly good, cute and smart girl, but i really couldn't help myself. After the show, i knew there was one thing that was gonna cheer me up - this girl was staying at the Gainsevoort Hotel, which means that me and my crew, as her friends, had "no waiting in line" type access to its rooftop club/lounge area. So then it was time to ball (which ill talk about in my next post)
Thursday, July 12, 2007
This one's going to be tough
So while i'm still waiting for the nearly Shakespearian things that i wrote to be approved on Match.com, i had a talk with my step sister last night, and i realized that this is gonna be a little tough.
A friend of hers (who i think is in her late twenties and very photogenic), is also on match.com, and she says that after a long day at work this girl just goes home, pours herself a glass of wine and starts looking over all this stuff while giggling and drinking. LOL
So yeah, i can see it now, a random drunk girl giggling and laughing at the sheer awesomeness of my profile.
Oh well, wait and see!!!!
In other news, NYC is fucking HOT right now.
A friend of hers (who i think is in her late twenties and very photogenic), is also on match.com, and she says that after a long day at work this girl just goes home, pours herself a glass of wine and starts looking over all this stuff while giggling and drinking. LOL
So yeah, i can see it now, a random drunk girl giggling and laughing at the sheer awesomeness of my profile.
Oh well, wait and see!!!!
In other news, NYC is fucking HOT right now.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
OK, it begins
Sorry for the delay, but its now official - today i have joined Match.com. Lets see where this shit leads, for now they are waiting to approve everything
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Wow, gamer guys have it really hard
Just stumbled on this little site
http://www.gamingpassions.com/
Apparently its a dating site for gamers.
Oh cool, this could be promising.... then i did a search for girls in NYC.
there were 5 total, only 3 of them had pics and only one of them was cute. LOL
http://www.gamingpassions.com/
Apparently its a dating site for gamers.
Oh cool, this could be promising.... then i did a search for girls in NYC.
there were 5 total, only 3 of them had pics and only one of them was cute. LOL
We talkin bout practice
Iverson said it best, its not about the game, its about practice!
So in order to maximize my online dating experience, I'll need some practice (NOT A GAME). So i did what just about what anyone would do - i googled stuff like "online dating tips" and tried to weed through and learns from some of the results. First and foremost, just like nightclubs, a lot of these sights ask you to pay the money before you can get their help (at least their help is a little more direct). But here is some free stuff that i found
About.com's free tips
Summary - take time in making your profile, create a cool alias that reflects who you are (i am soooo gonna be BobbyLashley69 lol), create an attention grabbing headline on the front page (you say your name is finlay and you love to fight, i say your name is finlay and you're a bathturd), describe yourself truthfully (i love games, wrestling and beer and I'm only here to get laid), say something personal (THIS IS ACTUALLY FROM THEIR SITE - "From a big family, want to make one together?" LOL), draw them in with creativity ("Just finished school. Finish this sentence: I want to have ____?" - LOL once again from the site), use subtlety in describing your dislikes, don't write too fucking much, don't be an emo kid, don't brag, just let your writing do the work for you, and don't mislead (No thats not a picture of my head on John Cena's body, thats totally me).
I looked at a few other sites, and they were either book promotions or had similar advice. so now its time to get to thinking (and picture taking).
But that leaves me with a lasting thought - exactly how much truth should i really reveal? I mean should i do it in increments? On the profile I'll quietly mention occasional gaming... but neglect to say that i find it perfectly normal to play Soul Calibur with my crew on a Saturday night :-)
Stay tuned.
So in order to maximize my online dating experience, I'll need some practice (NOT A GAME). So i did what just about what anyone would do - i googled stuff like "online dating tips" and tried to weed through and learns from some of the results. First and foremost, just like nightclubs, a lot of these sights ask you to pay the money before you can get their help (at least their help is a little more direct). But here is some free stuff that i found
About.com's free tips
Summary - take time in making your profile, create a cool alias that reflects who you are (i am soooo gonna be BobbyLashley69 lol), create an attention grabbing headline on the front page (you say your name is finlay and you love to fight, i say your name is finlay and you're a bathturd), describe yourself truthfully (i love games, wrestling and beer and I'm only here to get laid), say something personal (THIS IS ACTUALLY FROM THEIR SITE - "From a big family, want to make one together?" LOL), draw them in with creativity ("Just finished school. Finish this sentence: I want to have ____?" - LOL once again from the site), use subtlety in describing your dislikes, don't write too fucking much, don't be an emo kid, don't brag, just let your writing do the work for you, and don't mislead (No thats not a picture of my head on John Cena's body, thats totally me).
I looked at a few other sites, and they were either book promotions or had similar advice. so now its time to get to thinking (and picture taking).
But that leaves me with a lasting thought - exactly how much truth should i really reveal? I mean should i do it in increments? On the profile I'll quietly mention occasional gaming... but neglect to say that i find it perfectly normal to play Soul Calibur with my crew on a Saturday night :-)
Stay tuned.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Research
Ok, right now i am in the research phase of my plan, i am trying to figure out what i should sign up for and how should i make my profile. The front runner right now is Match.com just because of the sheer amount of people on that thing. Ill keep updating.... And playing Lumines 2..... and updating ^_^
Why Clubs Suck
A lot of people ask me why i want to dive into online dating when NYC has such a massive nightlife club and bar scene. Very simple - that "scene" for the most part is nothing but a very large business designed to suck out a man's hard working money and the only time it will get you laid is if you're Justin Timberlake or P Diddy.
Here is a very good list of why clubs suck:
1 - The music is too loud - Ever see the supposed girl of your dreams across the room and then start SCREAMING sweet nothings in her ear. She thinks you're a loud mouth psycho with beer on your breath. Which leads me to the next point.
2 - if you want ANY convenience, get ready to pay a LOT - want to sit down? Well then, you're going to have to get bottle service. Yes, that 30 dollar bottle of vodka from the liquor store is being sold for 250 dollars. By the way did we say its a 2 bottle minimum? Thats all good, go mack to that hottie by STANDING the entire time, good luck sucker.
3 - good luck getting in - The door at night clubs is worse than the admission to Harvard Law. Heres some actual quotes from bouncers as well as party promos:
"Gentlemen: 2 bottle min. thats the key" - see above
" but don't bring a lot of guys with you or else they will not let u in without asking u to purchase a table" - so let me get this straight, i gotta already KNOW girls in order to get into a club to GET girls. If i knew so many girls i wouldn't need clubs.
"General Racism" - Youtube vid about racism at the door for proof.
"No sneakers, jeans, jerseys (you know, the stuff black guys wear)" - subtle racism
"you're gonna have to find another place guys" - "wait wasnt i ON the list and didnt i just say i wanted to buy a damn overpriced bottle?". "you're gonna have to find another place guys"
4 - Dane Cook said it best - just because a girl is in the club does NOT mean she wants to meet people (or single for that matter). Maybe she just wants to DAAANCE.
5 - Age, cause MILFs gotta party too - i really don't wanna talk to 35 year olds.
6 - Crowds - in many clubs, make sure you're GOLDEN when hitting on a girl, because with all the crowds there is no chance in hell that you will move from your little spot until about 30 minutes later.
7 - the strip club 2 blocks down the street- you're drunk and noone was feeling you - time to go blow off steam at the strip club. And then you wake up the next day wondering why your credit card is declined everywhere
8 - "Just because im dressed this way does not make me a ho". just because i dress up like a police officer does NOT make me a police officer
9 - "They treat people like shit there? i am SOOO there" - isn it odd how the most and the hottest girls are always in the clubs where they treat people the worse?
Thats just the stuff that i can think of off the top of my head, but yeah clubs suck, except for the fact that there are hot women in them
Here is a very good list of why clubs suck:
1 - The music is too loud - Ever see the supposed girl of your dreams across the room and then start SCREAMING sweet nothings in her ear. She thinks you're a loud mouth psycho with beer on your breath. Which leads me to the next point.
2 - if you want ANY convenience, get ready to pay a LOT - want to sit down? Well then, you're going to have to get bottle service. Yes, that 30 dollar bottle of vodka from the liquor store is being sold for 250 dollars. By the way did we say its a 2 bottle minimum? Thats all good, go mack to that hottie by STANDING the entire time, good luck sucker.
3 - good luck getting in - The door at night clubs is worse than the admission to Harvard Law. Heres some actual quotes from bouncers as well as party promos:
"Gentlemen: 2 bottle min. thats the key" - see above
" but don't bring a lot of guys with you or else they will not let u in without asking u to purchase a table" - so let me get this straight, i gotta already KNOW girls in order to get into a club to GET girls. If i knew so many girls i wouldn't need clubs.
"General Racism" - Youtube vid about racism at the door for proof.
"No sneakers, jeans, jerseys (you know, the stuff black guys wear)" - subtle racism
"you're gonna have to find another place guys" - "wait wasnt i ON the list and didnt i just say i wanted to buy a damn overpriced bottle?". "you're gonna have to find another place guys"
4 - Dane Cook said it best - just because a girl is in the club does NOT mean she wants to meet people (or single for that matter). Maybe she just wants to DAAANCE.
5 - Age, cause MILFs gotta party too - i really don't wanna talk to 35 year olds.
6 - Crowds - in many clubs, make sure you're GOLDEN when hitting on a girl, because with all the crowds there is no chance in hell that you will move from your little spot until about 30 minutes later.
7 - the strip club 2 blocks down the street- you're drunk and noone was feeling you - time to go blow off steam at the strip club. And then you wake up the next day wondering why your credit card is declined everywhere
8 - "Just because im dressed this way does not make me a ho". just because i dress up like a police officer does NOT make me a police officer
9 - "They treat people like shit there? i am SOOO there" - isn it odd how the most and the hottest girls are always in the clubs where they treat people the worse?
Thats just the stuff that i can think of off the top of my head, but yeah clubs suck, except for the fact that there are hot women in them
A Little Introduction to Me
Hi everyone, my name is Spyder (well, not really), and i am really really fed up with the whole "dating game".
First off here's a little background - im 22, living in Manhattan (NYC), a college grad from a really great school, an avid gamer, originally from Russia and i am definitely not ugly. I have a good job, amazing friends and an awesome family life. Yet for the longest time i have been having an absurd amount of trouble meeting girls.
Why? Don't you meet then through friends?
My friends are mostly gamer dudes that don't meet that many girls in general, so they are mostly on the same boat as me or do not want to share.
Don't you meet them through work?
I am one of the youngest people at my job.
What about going out to bars and clubs?
Don't get me started, ill get to that later
Come on, you live in New York City, isn't that supposed to be the area with The highest number of single women to single men?
Well, out of all of that, take nice pretty smart non psycho girls that live a reasonable distance away from me, as well as in my preferred age range, i am POSITIVE those numbers will change. In short, statistics lie.
Why are you so emo?
I'm not, an emo kid would just go and cry about it, i have a solution.
And the solution is simple, im going to try online dating.
"Thats not new or radical", you might say, and you'd be right. Online dating has become a huge and ever expanding business, with new sites and success stories popping up left and right. It's now pretty acceptable to use such services to meet people. However, im a 22 year old guy, and would like to date girls that are 18-24, which is usually not the type of girls that you would expect to find on such sites. A lot of times, for females at least, it becomes acceptable to try online dating in their late twenties and early thirties, but who has ever heard of a 21 year old super hottie looking for dates online? Thats right noone. I however hope to prove that wrong.
So in the next couple of days my plan is to join one of these sites, post up some pictures or whatever else those profiles need and wait and see what happens. This blog will be dedicated to my adventures with online dating and dating in general, i look forward to sharing my stories, past and present, with everyone.
First off here's a little background - im 22, living in Manhattan (NYC), a college grad from a really great school, an avid gamer, originally from Russia and i am definitely not ugly. I have a good job, amazing friends and an awesome family life. Yet for the longest time i have been having an absurd amount of trouble meeting girls.
Why? Don't you meet then through friends?
My friends are mostly gamer dudes that don't meet that many girls in general, so they are mostly on the same boat as me or do not want to share.
Don't you meet them through work?
I am one of the youngest people at my job.
What about going out to bars and clubs?
Don't get me started, ill get to that later
Come on, you live in New York City, isn't that supposed to be the area with The highest number of single women to single men?
Well, out of all of that, take nice pretty smart non psycho girls that live a reasonable distance away from me, as well as in my preferred age range, i am POSITIVE those numbers will change. In short, statistics lie.
Why are you so emo?
I'm not, an emo kid would just go and cry about it, i have a solution.
And the solution is simple, im going to try online dating.
"Thats not new or radical", you might say, and you'd be right. Online dating has become a huge and ever expanding business, with new sites and success stories popping up left and right. It's now pretty acceptable to use such services to meet people. However, im a 22 year old guy, and would like to date girls that are 18-24, which is usually not the type of girls that you would expect to find on such sites. A lot of times, for females at least, it becomes acceptable to try online dating in their late twenties and early thirties, but who has ever heard of a 21 year old super hottie looking for dates online? Thats right noone. I however hope to prove that wrong.
So in the next couple of days my plan is to join one of these sites, post up some pictures or whatever else those profiles need and wait and see what happens. This blog will be dedicated to my adventures with online dating and dating in general, i look forward to sharing my stories, past and present, with everyone.
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