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.
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