I had just got back from a funeral in Oklahoma, and had nothing to do. Alone on a Sunday night, bored out of my mind. Picking up hired guns has been a weak point in my game for quite awhile now. So what better way to spend the night than attempting to bag a stripper. I took a shower, threw on my maple leaf hoodie, and went to Caberet Royale. DO NOT SHOW UP TIL' 1AM, I got there at 10:30, it was dead, there were three strippers, all of which were 6 or worse. The next two and a half hour were the longest of my life. Finally at 1am, it picked up when the talent started rolling in. I look towards the main stage, dancing around to techno music, there is this tiny puerto rican girl with pink angel wings. Taget aquired as far as I'm concerned. I wait until she is in the cage by my table, and shoot her a glance, making sure to quickly redirect my attention elsewhere. Sure enough she eventually makes her way to my table to try an empty my wallet. I explained that I wasn't in the right head space, talked about the funeral, DHVed my ass off, negged her, ran a few routines, including my "canada is america's hat" routine. I would estimate 30 min. had passed, when I said I was going to leave, and that "I would like to continue our converstation at another time, perferabaly when she was wearing more clothes", which got a laugh. HBangelwings gave me her number, and left. At that point, I thought I was golden, until she came back telling me to follow her. We made our way to a dark secluded area to be alone. My thoughts are many, as I can't figure out where this is going. Then I hear my zipper going down, which makes me freak. Right as I was going to say something, HBangelwings tells me to be quiet and that she is going to cheer me up. I don't know what I said to initiate a handjob of all things, but I know when to shut my mouth and enjoy a good thing. Everything is fine until HBangelwings goes down and does one of thoses stripper moves, where she rolls her R over the tip of my cock, and BOOM, I give her the moneyshot right in her eye. She is flipping out, which in turn gets the attention of security. Now I've always assume stuff like this happens in strip clubs from time to time, and security just turns their head, apparently not so, as I get my ass tossed out in the rain. It was perfectly clear that I was not to return... I'm just going to file this in my folder of freak accidents.
I wonder if I should still call her....
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Every Man Needs A Inner Pick-Up Artist
Tonight I was supposed to go to a friend's party with a close woman, and pivot, of mine, but I didn't. Instead we went to a decent bar here in Las Colinas. Why didn't we go to the party?, you might ask. To tell the truth, I just felt it would be a waste of time. Have you ever heard about a party, and get that feeling you were going to be disappointed the moment you walked through the door? Julie and I get there at 11:20 pm and settle down in a private booth, order our drinks, and soak in our surroundings. The bar left something to be desired, not target rich at all, surprising considering it was a saturday.
Julie is a great girl, and an even better wing. We've known each other for six months, dated for two of them. Eventually I ended up telling her about my PUA activities and exploits. Which was probably the best thing I could have done, because then she revealed she was bi. At that point our relationship changed. Having a woman as your wing is sooooo much better when your both after the same thing. Pawns are alright, but having a woman in the know, is priceless.
I warmed up a lil' bit by myself at first, then involved my wing. When I finally found my target, she was already engaged by an AFC. Normally I'd send my wing to occupy him, or ask her if he's a brother or cousin. However I decided to observe him for a moment. Listening while under the pretense of ordering another drink, It was painful, and brought feelings back of how I used to feel when cold approaching. AFC was well dressed, and had a good energy, but couldn't convey value, and when he tried, it came off Try Hard. Now I've been looking for a male wing for quite some time. Every time I meet with other PUA's in the area, it just doesn't click. Either their styles too far from my own, or their not used to winging in general and step on my toes. I understand it can be difficult to take a backseat and play the supporting cast, but it is a two-way road.
So I decide to give this guy a demonstration, and notify Julie of the gameplan. I walk up to Ricky, picked up AFC name in conversation, and whisper in his ear to follow my lead. Then aloud I apologized for being late because of work, Introduced julie and myself to set. I engaged the target HBblondie and her friend in interesting converstation while Julie isolated Ricky and let him know whats up. he seemed a bit reluctant a first but quickly warmed up and joined back in the conversation. Julie stuck to him as if they were childhood friends, even teased him a little. I then isolate HBblondie's friend, and nature took it's course. Ten minutes later I inform the set that me, Julie and Ricky are going to go back to the booth and enjoy dinner, however we did have plans to bar hop in Dallas on Tuesday, Ricky got their numbers. As the three of us are heading back to the booth, HBblondie say,"you better call me"...Misson accomplished. The look on this guy's face was more than enough reward for me. Almost as if he was confused, like he'd just seen a magic trick and was trying to figure it out. I explained everything to him and exchanged email addresses. I hope he contacts me, I believe he would make a great wing. Every man needs an inner pick-up arrtist.
Julie is a great girl, and an even better wing. We've known each other for six months, dated for two of them. Eventually I ended up telling her about my PUA activities and exploits. Which was probably the best thing I could have done, because then she revealed she was bi. At that point our relationship changed. Having a woman as your wing is sooooo much better when your both after the same thing. Pawns are alright, but having a woman in the know, is priceless.
I warmed up a lil' bit by myself at first, then involved my wing. When I finally found my target, she was already engaged by an AFC. Normally I'd send my wing to occupy him, or ask her if he's a brother or cousin. However I decided to observe him for a moment. Listening while under the pretense of ordering another drink, It was painful, and brought feelings back of how I used to feel when cold approaching. AFC was well dressed, and had a good energy, but couldn't convey value, and when he tried, it came off Try Hard. Now I've been looking for a male wing for quite some time. Every time I meet with other PUA's in the area, it just doesn't click. Either their styles too far from my own, or their not used to winging in general and step on my toes. I understand it can be difficult to take a backseat and play the supporting cast, but it is a two-way road.
So I decide to give this guy a demonstration, and notify Julie of the gameplan. I walk up to Ricky, picked up AFC name in conversation, and whisper in his ear to follow my lead. Then aloud I apologized for being late because of work, Introduced julie and myself to set. I engaged the target HBblondie and her friend in interesting converstation while Julie isolated Ricky and let him know whats up. he seemed a bit reluctant a first but quickly warmed up and joined back in the conversation. Julie stuck to him as if they were childhood friends, even teased him a little. I then isolate HBblondie's friend, and nature took it's course. Ten minutes later I inform the set that me, Julie and Ricky are going to go back to the booth and enjoy dinner, however we did have plans to bar hop in Dallas on Tuesday, Ricky got their numbers. As the three of us are heading back to the booth, HBblondie say,"you better call me"...Misson accomplished. The look on this guy's face was more than enough reward for me. Almost as if he was confused, like he'd just seen a magic trick and was trying to figure it out. I explained everything to him and exchanged email addresses. I hope he contacts me, I believe he would make a great wing. Every man needs an inner pick-up arrtist.
Friday, October 5, 2007
The Long Road Ahead
I have to be honest. Compared to a lot of people out there, I am pretty damn lucky. God reached down from the heavens blessed me with a gift. That gift is the ability to see what others don't see. I can see intent in others actions, body language, and words. It is a blessing and a curse, sometimes it is better not to know. However God also blessed me in other ways. I have a great group of friends, a lil' more destructive than most, but good friends none the less. My best friend who shall remain nameless, is the iconic imbodiment of what a best friend should be. In the dictionary next to the word best friend is a picture of him with two thumbs up, no joke. He is considered a poker pro by most of those who come to know him, but he looks like a broke ass Al Borland. To say he is modest is an understatement. In the almost three years I have known him, I have never once doubted his judgement or his integrity. I have learned so much from him and I hope maybe he has learned a lil' from me too. Probally more "what not to do" than anything else. How does one show his appreciation for such a friendship? Well get back to that. I have also been blessed with ability to interact with almost anyone at any given time. A skill that is so ellusive to most people. One that I abuse on a constant basis. Despite my skill set, I've done nothing meaningful with it, absolutly nothing. No accomplishments, awards or even notable mentions. I have wasted my talent for far too long. Talent in an of itself means nothing. It is how you use it and to what end. I am going to honor my best friend the only way I know how, I'm gonna try to surpass him. Isn't that how a student honors his teacher, by taking his teachings to heart and using his experiences along with my own to suceed. It's a monumental task, but the great part of this is even if I fail and only become half the player he is, I'm still going to be a great player. He is that good, no joke. That is what this blog is for, to track progress and to help others. Also for me to rant and rave, discuss my PUA activitys, and share personal thoughts.
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