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**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/19/03
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Okay, I’m leaving for Washington D.C. today. My flight will be leaving sometime in the mid-afternoon, so with the 3 hour time difference, I won’t get in until late. I’ll be there for two weeks, but will keep updating the blog in the meantime.

I’m looking forward to this because while I’m home I will have 0 responsibility. No money worries, no work, no nothing. So I look forward to sleeping in and maybe finally getting around to doing some field work, since my health/finances in the past two months have kept me from getting out too often.

On a side note: If there’s anyone out in the DC area who may want to get together, drop me a line. If my schedule permits maybe we can hook-up in the non-gay way.

Thundercat

Lord of the Cock Rings

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/19/03
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Okay, my ass is officially kicked.

I just got back from seeing “Return of the King” and had to change my pants because the insides were covered with copious amounts of jizz from all the orgasms I had while watching this movie.  My GOD!!!  This was amazing cinema!  I’m sad that the trilogy is over, but at the same time I am jazzed at seeing such an incredible flick with lots of great action, an epic scope, and real emotion.  The ending was bittersweet, but in a way I don’t think it could have ended any differently.

I’ll be seeing this movie probably 5 more times in the theaters.  That’s saying a lot, because the damn thing is 3 1/2 hours long.  Just be sure to bring a pee bottle with you when you go, so you won’t miss a second.  And I definitely wouldn’t take a chick to this thing on a date.  Sure its a good movie, but by the time its over you are all worn out.

This reminds me of a topic I want to cover about venue changes.  Remind me to talk about that later on next week, because there’s some interesting stuff to talk about there.

THUMBS UP!!!!!

Thundercat

FDA PANEL APPROVES OTC “MORNING-BEFORE” PILL

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/18/03

Hey guys,

Found this little bit of satire by Scott Ott on Scrappleface.  Thought it was funny and that I’d post it.

Thundercat

FDA Panel Approves OTC ‘Morning-Before’ Pill

A Food and Drug Administration (FDA) panel has approved over-the-counter sales of the so-called ‘morning-before’ pill. Although experts disagree over how the pill works, it seems to prevent unwanted pregnancy by attacking the problem at its source in the human brain.

The drug is an emergency pre-emptive contraceptive known as “Plan A”, which, when taken 48-72 hours before potential unprotected sex, is 100 percent effective in preventing pregnancy.

Rather than causing a quick abortion, like the so-called ‘morning after’ pills, Plan A works on the cerebrum in the brain to actually keep women from getting into sexual situations in the first place.

“It seems to knock some sense into them, clinically speaking,” said one unnamed FDA researcher. “After taking Plan A, our test subjects intuitively understood what men were really thinking. They no longer believed the words ‘I love you’ when it was just an inducement to sexual activity. In fact, they avoided situations where they might be alone together with any man to whom they were not married.”

Scientists continue to work on a male version of the drug, also known as the ‘personal responsibility’ pill.

The Power of the Dark Side — mASF and Shredded Souls

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/18/03

I found a post on mASF entitled “The aftermath of mASF and her shredded soul.” The post was just the right amount of melodrama to capture my interest, so I decided to check it out. It was put up by a guy called Acolyte and goes as follows:

Topic:
The aftermath of mASF and her shredded soul. (1 of 17), Read 562 times
Conf: >> General
From: arby_acolyte ratty1@webmail.co.za
Date: Tuesday, December 16, 2003 03:19 AM

I hurt a girl today. Her heart is shattered into a million pieces.

Because of me. Entirely. And I have no excuse.

Does this feel good? No.

The stuff on this site is powerful. Very little is mentioned here on the emotional effect we’re having on our targets – sure, we’re creating and amping attraction etc…. ..but no thought is given to the resulting ATTACHMENT that our ‘targets’ begin to feel.

Guys, for the sake of your Karma (if you believe in that kinda thing), use this info wisely. Its not a toy.

I understand how/why she feels as she does and, if she doesn’t commit suicide, she’ll recover… ..and heed this: She’s NOT a psycho, just regular LSE.

Such is the power we have on mASF.

Acolyte.
PS. I’ve taken this girl under my wing and I intend to help her regain her feet. I intend to do what I can to raise her Self-Esteem. Please wish her luck.

______________________________
peripheral vision is often overrated

Now, this post is interesting because I am very much conflicted as to how I feel about it. On one side, I empathise with the guy. On the other hand, I can see where all the posters who are responding to him are coming from.

The thing that is easy to forget on the internet is that these girls are real people. When you read about them in cold words on your computer screen and imagine the generic woman in your head, its easy to be neutral in your assessment of where this guy went wrong and why he shouldn’t be feeling the way he does. The thing is, this girl is very real for this Acolyte guy. She’s probably someone he slept with, someone he shared something with, and someone he probably connected with on some level. And he ended up breaking her heart. Its funny, because the subculture we exist in with the studying of PUA is not very conducive to looking at women as real people, rather, they become objects of our desires and conquests. An example of this is Ellyn, who I mentioned in the post earlier. I shared a part of my life with that chick, and even though I do talk shit about her, when I was on the phone, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her feelings, because I could HEAR the genuine emotion in her voice that she was happy to hear from me.

I think that’s the crux of the issue there. Emotion is the stongest frame there is, and it overrides all logic. That’s one of the reasons chicks are so powerful. They run on emotion, they are able to manifest it faster and more powerfully than most men can think of, and when they do, us men are swept right along into their frame (well, unless you’re jlaix, but he’s in a league all his own =)

I personally do not think its AFC for him to feel bad that this girl got hurt. But the posters in the thread are right, even if they are a bit crass in their advice. This is a natural chick response to recapture the relationship frame, by guilting the guy into helping her overcome her emotion. If this Acolyte dude persists in trying to help her get over him, she’s gonna suck him back into her reality, and eventually hurt him the way she was hurt just to salvage some of her self-esteem. I don’t think she’d do it consciously or maliciously, but I do think its very likely to go down that way. So he’s damned if he does, and damned if he doesn’t, as far as this girl is concerned.

Which brings us to an interesting moral quandary: How do you act with girls, enjoy tehir company, and protect yourself all at the same time? Do you allow yourself to become attacted and run the risk of being manipulated? Or do you keep yourself detached and never really enjoy a substancial relationship?

I prefer to look at pick-up in very Machiavellian terms. If none of you have ever read Machiavelli, I suggest picking up his book “The Prince.” Its quite a brilliant book on politics, leadership, and persuasion. (I happen to believe Machiavelli has been reincarnated as Swinggcat, but that’s another post all together =) Anyhow, the thing about Machiavelli is that he is completely amoral. His advice is designed to get you results, not make judgements about right or wrong. Whether you use the information for good or evil, that is up to the individual.

In terms of PUA, I rate my success on my happiness at the time. If I’m doing shit with a girl and I’m happy, then I’m successful. If I’m involved with a girl and I’m miserable and paranoid and insecure, I am definitely not doing something right. So I think the trick is to create a reality that is so strong that your happiness exists regardless of who you’re with, and you allow the girls you date to take part in that happiness. I base this on Zan’s philosophy. Here’s a guy who’s 9 girlfriends and ex-wife just threw him a lingerie party for his 40th birthday, and they all know each other and do not get catty or jealous. How is this possible? Simple. He never destroys that sense of beauty that is around him. That sense of happiness, that frame that he creates that sucks people in. Its always there, and it diffuses any negativity that exists around him.

The bhuddist believe that to attain enlightenment, you must kill all desire. I think to get good at PUA, and I’m talking master level here, you really do have to kill all desire when it comes to women. But at the same time, you still have to CARE for the women, otherwise you end up hurting them. I guess I’m saying you have to be desire-less but care-full (pun intended).

Its a fine line for sure, and I’m not quite sure how to attain it yet. But its something for me to think about. I hope this rant made some sort of sense. If anyone has any thoughts on this or how to go about doing this, I’d love to hear them.

Thundercat

Dear Lord, What Have I Done?

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/18/03
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Ugh.  God damn, have I fucked up.  I’ve fucked up big time.  I can’t believe how big I’ve fucked up.  In the history of fuck-ups, this is the biggest fuck-up to ever fuck.  And I am being completely serious here.

What am I talking about you ask?

Well, it all comes down to a girl (doesn’t it always?).  A girl that I swore I’d never talk to again.  A girl who’s been a cause of much joy and dismay in my life.  A girl who I shall refer to as:  Ellyn.

Now, I met Ellyn while I was in college.  A buddy of mine who had graduated was living in a town about an hour outside of campus, so one weekend I went out to visit him.  When I got there, Ellyn was in his apartment wearing low-hugging jeans and a Playboy tanktop, vacuuming his apartment.  She was a cute girl, with Bugs-Bunny like buck teeth and just the right amount of trailer park in her to make her hot (at least by mid-west standards).

This was back when I was in AFC mode, mind you.  I don’t know what I did, but for some reason, Ellyn took a liking to me.  Looking back on it, I remember being quite ambivalent to her, and more than a little derisive — as in not taking any of her shit.  She just wasn’t hot enough in my book to warrant being too nice.

Top that off with the fact that she was a former stripper, single mom, and a cokehead, and you got yourself a winner!  But for some reason, no matter what I did, she just seemed to fall for me even more.  We ended up cuddling on my buddy’s couch while watching Perversions 5, a porno I had picked up for the trip.  Romantic, I know =)

Anyways, whenever I’d come back to visit my friend, she’d be sure to show up.  One time she brought her kid along and I ended up playing with the little fucker, so I guess she thought she’d found the perfect man.  But knowing a train wreck when I see one, I decided to stay away from this catch regardless of the boner she was able to give me.

As things go, Ellyn ended up getting in a car accident.  Well, not “accident” per say.  She jumped out of a moving van while coked out of her mind and ended up getting her head run over.

Yes.  Her head.

Anyway, this being the 3rd (count ‘em.  3rd.) near death experience for poor Ellyn, she was miraculously able to survive and was rushed to the hospital, where she lay in a coma for upwards of 4 months with a broken jaw and brain damage.  I heard the news and wished I had taken the opportunity to hit that before this unfortunate accident (no strings you know?) but also felt sorry for her and her kid.

So time passes, and suddenly, I get a call from my buddy.  He informs me that right before they were set to pull Ellyn off life support, she came out of the coma.  Not only that, but she suffered from amnesia.  She knew who she was and all that, but didn’t remember her family, friends, or even her kid.

She did, however, remember me.

Now, this is somewhat flattering news.  For some reason, I was the one guy in her life worth remembering.  My ego at the time was fragile enough to melt at this fact, as crazy as it sounds.  So my buddy asked if it was okay to give Ellyn my number.  After this kind of news, I could hardly refuse.

So Ellyn starts calling me and we have a long distance relationship over the phone.  She tells me she is healing up, the brain damage is not so bad, and that she wants to see me.  So I decide “What the fuck?  I’ll give her a treat.”  So I travel down to her mom’s house where she’s living and meet up with her.  I’m surprised to see that other than a scar on her neck, she looks EXACTLY the same as she did before.  I was expecting the fucking Mask when I appeared, but this wasn’t so bad.  She still had the cute Bugs Bunny smile and blonde hair which I’m a sucker for.  She did gain a bit of weight at the hospital, but nothing too bad.

So I do what any normal, healthy, college male would do with a chick who’s totally into him.  I took her out for a nice dinner and got her shit-faced drunk.  We end up going at it in the back seat of my car outside of Denny’s at 3 in the morning.  No intercourse for some reason (which I’ll discover later), but I had fun regardless.

So the next couple months we are sort-of “seeing” each other.  But it gets to the point where I can’t fucking stand this girl.  See, the thing about Ellyn is that she is the quintessential DRAMA QUEEN!  She needs drama in her life, and if it isn’t there, she will create it.  Not only that, but the girl was so emotionally fucked up, that she needed guys to get angry with her to get sexually aroused (conditioning, anyone?).  However, I was a nice guy who didn’t really give a shit about her, so I never fell for her tricks to bait me into anger, though I probably could have had a lot more sex if I had.

I learned a lot from Ellyn, mostly about women and drama.  It’s fascinating to me to look back and analyze the adventures and fights we had together.  But the fact of the matter is the girl is annoying as SHIT and I couldn’t put up with her, but I was too nice to just dump this poor girl.  After all, I was the only thing she remembered after GETTING HER HEAD RUN OVER!

So I break it off gently, remain friends, and move out to California.  She’d call me occasionally to tell me she got engaged (ended in divorce, of course).  Then she starts emailing me all the time.  Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I send her this email in response to one she sent me:

Hey brat,

>how are you doing?  me?

How am I doing you???  OMG, that’s so forward.  I mean, who’s face you picture when you masterbate is your own business, but if you want to fantasize about it, I guess I could be doing you doggie style.  I’m flexible like that.

>how is work going for you?

I dunno.  It sure is a lot of work doing you doggie style.  I got lots of stamina, but you are totally wearing me out.  Where’s my viagra?

>guess what?  next week i am going to arizona.

Arizona is cool.  Beware the rattlesnakes.

>my aunt is in this week from arizona along with my grandparents from XXXX, and then next week i am going to my aunt’s house in XXXX.  i am so excited.  i can’t wait.

Yes, it does a body good to get away from the East Coast.

>my aunt, my mom, my brother and i went to karaoke last nigt and i had a ball.

So what sounded like a cat dying a slow painful death was really just you singing?  Man, you better just stick to doggie style, its what you’re good at.

>they wouldn’t let me drink because the doctors said that i am not suppose to but i still had a blast.

You drink like a fish, and much more fun drunk than sober.  What do doctors know anyway?

>it was probably the most fun i have ever had sober…

Except that time you banged those four midgets in the back of that truck.  I still have the video.  =P

>this week i am in XXXXXXX until saturday (that is when i go home to XXXXXXX) and then on tuesday i leave for arizona.

Yay!  Hope your plane doesn’t crash in a fireball of molten steel.

>my aunt said that she would take me to mexico and possibly california.

South of the boarder, eh?  She’s not going to turn you into a mule and make you smuggle drugs across the boarder is she?  I hear you have to shove those things up your ass to get them past customs.  How many of those can you fit up your butt?  Better start practicing.

>she also said that she is going to take me to this prison (knowing that i used to be a correctional officer)

Only if you get caught with the drugs up the butt.  Try not eating any ruffage so you don’t have to poo.  Then she’s got nothing on you and you can totally stay out of jail.

>because it is one of the oldest prisons in the country.  i can’t wait.

I hear prison changes a man.  But since you’re a woman, I guess that doesn’t matter.  Women in prison have it easy, they just have lots of sex and walk around naked.  At least that’s what Cinemax tells me, and TV wouldn’t lie… would it???

>with your work, do you get out much?

Every night.

>have you met a good many friends or acquaitances?

Tons.

>have you talked to XXX or XXXXXXX?  how are they?

Yes.  Both are doing very good.

>i really do hope that life is treating to grand.

Only when I’m doing it doggie style.

>i really hope to hear from you soon.

Was this soon enough?

>well i will talk to you soon.

I don’t wanna talk to you until you break your sex addiction.  You really have to stop fantasizing about me like that.  I’m more than just a sausage with feet, okay?  I’m a human being and I don’t appreciate being objectified as a sex object, so you better quit that right now, missy!  Don’t make me get a restraining order, now.  =)

luv & kisses

Thundercat

Okay, obviously I was being a dick.  In fact, I was doing so many things in that email to berate her and play on her insecurities, I was positive that it would be the last I would ever hear from this crazy, fucked up girl again!

And it was!

At least until tonight.  I was going to call a friend and I hit the wrong number in my address book on my phone and guess who I call?

Ellyn.

She picks up the phone and knows it’s me because of her caller ID.  She is so fucking excited to hear from me, it’s heartbreaking.  She’s even telling her mom I’ve finally called.  I, of course, am shocked that I actually hit her number our of all the ones in my fucking phone.  She picks up on this and asks if I meant to call her, to which I lie through my teeth.

“Oh, uh, yeah baby.  I want to call to tell you… uh, I’d be in DC for Christmas.”

It was the only thing I could think to say, and I knew instantly it was a mistake (mostly because it was the truth).  Ellyn is in Maryland, and its close enough to drive to.  So she starts getting all hopped up, telling me she’s been really good and not doing any drugs or alcohol.  Her divorce to her second husband is final, and the court had taken away her kid in favor of his father so she doesn’t have any of the matriarchal duties she had before.  Not only that, but she’s going back to school to learn, of all things, LABOTOMY.  I’m not joking.

So I tease her about being a brain surgeon with brain damage, and she says that it’s only one class a semester so it should be easy.  I remind her it’s a course on LABOTOMY, but it doesn’t compute.  Oh well.

So she brings up the e-mail and I tell her I was just fucking with her.  Then she says:

Her:  So you’ll be in DC?
Me:  Yeah.
Her:  Would you like to see me?  I’d really like to see you.
Me:  Maybe.
Her:  I’ll pay for the hotel room.

So what she just said sinks in, and the governor (I call him the “governor”) stands at attention.  An open invite for sex!  What boner can resist?  Even if it is from a crazy girl from my college days, it is inviting.  Though she has informed me that she’s around 180 lbs now but it doesn’t look like she weighs that much.  Oh, and she has genital warts (hence the constant LMR in our relationship).

Still, the invite is appealing.  I’ll have to do a bit or research on Genital Warts, but this fat, brain damaged, ex-stripper could totally, totally be mine.  And knowing what I know now, I could get her to do anything I want.

Anything.

But I am a bit conflicted.  I know that I do not love or even respect this girl very much, which is probably the reason she finds me so attractive.  But it would be nice to go home for Christmas with some guaranteed poon waiting, even if it is a bit diseased.

What do you guys think?

Thundercat

Zen, and the Art of Opening

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/18/03

Okay all you wannabees. Here is an article I wrote a few months back for Cliff’s List on approaching women. Its not my best work to date, but it should get you started off in the right direction as far as upping your game to the next level. Obviously, if you can already approach worth a damn, you might very well get nothing from this post, so go back to looking at your internet pornography. I know i will. =)

Thundercat

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Zen, and the Art of Opening
An Essay on Approaching Women, by Thundercat

A butterfly flaps its wings, the breeze it creates sends a puff of pollen from a nearby flower into the air, causing a rhinoceros to sneeze. The sound of that sneeze causes a herd of zebras to stampede, disrupting the flow of wind current, which helps create a hurricane in the South Pacific, which causes American Airlines to cancel their flights that night, which means the girl of your dreams is forced to stay in town for one more day. You find her at your favorite bar with her friends, partying away her borrowed time.

Now what?

Though fate may have acted in your favor up to this point by doing the exact things necessary to get that exact girl to show up in that exact location at the exact same time that you would be there, the fact remains that it is now up to you to take action.

The idea of “opening” is the notion of approaching a woman with the express intent of engaging her in a conversation. By doing so, you then make her more receptive to talking to you, effectively opening her up for further interaction.

The “opener” is a line that is used to initiate the conversation. It is often the first sentence exchanged between the man and the woman he desires. “Pick-up Lines” are forms of openers, but openers can be anything to get the girl talking.

But there is more to opening than knowing what to say. Indeed, the process of “opening” a girl can be quite involved. The first thing to be aware of when opening a girl is the concept of “active disinterest.”

Now, those two words may seem rather nonsequiter or paradoxical when matched together. But there is an important reason why those two words should be matched together.

Have you ever been out and about, maybe in a bar or a club, and you see a beautiful woman. And after spotting said woman, you simply stand there, waiting for her to notice you and approach you? So you sit around trying to act cool, acting like you don’t see her, projecting a confident, macho attitude you hope is magnetic enough to get her attention?

Now, ask yourself how often that works.

This is an example of “inactive disinterest.” The opposite of this is when you actually take the action necessary to become noticed by the woman, while still portraying that disinterested attitude. Hence, “active disinterest.”

But why act disinterested? Obviously, you’re attracted to the girl, otherwise you wouldn’t be bothering to approach her. But put yourself in their position for a moment:

Imagine going through your average day, and being approached by a number of people who compliment you on your looks, your clothing, or an accessory of some sort, all because they want something from you. Kind of cheapens those compliments, doesn’t it? Especially when the seventh person of the day comes up and tells you how cool your purse is.

This is the reality of women, especially beautiful women. Women know men want to have sex with them. They get untold offers every day to have sex. Guy after guy will approach with that exact goal in mind. So girls, naturally, become accustomed to rejecting advances that telegraph intent, much the same way you might respond to a vagrant asking for change as you walk to work. You know what he is going to ask and you are prepared not to give it to him.

When you approach a woman and say “Hey baby, lookin’ good tonight,” you are telegraphing interest in an aggressive manor. By the same token, when you sheepishly approach and say “Hello. May I please buy you a drink?” you are not only telegraphing interest, but also doing so in a very wimpy way.

But when you enter with disinterest, you are neutral. You do not telegraph interest while neither coming off aggressive nor coming off wimpy. You are simply “Neutral.”

But being neutral simply isn’t enough, you must be engaging. Otherwise you run the risk of making the girl bored and having her walk away.

The best way to engage someone for the first time is by asking their opinion on something. When doing so, you are able to get them to invest their own personal thoughts and feelings into your burgeoning conversation. And once that’s invested, they are more likely to commit themselves to the interaction.

A neutral opinion opener can be anything that does not telegraph interest, while presenting options to your target that helps to encourage them to give and expand upon their opinion.

Examples of this are:

• Which was better, Star Wars or the Empire Strikes Back?
• Which do you prefer – Barbie or Skipper?
• Do you like coffee or tea better?
• Which is better – Diet Coke or Diet Pepsi?
• What’s cooler to listen to – 80′s music or 90′s music?

Each of the above openers are neutral, and they both ask an opinion. But if you use these openers before you have caught your target’s interest, you run the risk of having to repeat yourself, so it is preferable to preface each neutral opinion opener with an “attention grabber.” This can be as simple as:

Hey guys, I need an opinion on something…

or

Yo guys, check this out…

These will engage the target and get them to listen for the opener. Attention Grabbers do not really need to be processed by the brain, they just have to be loud enough to be heard. But note that it is still important for them to be neutral. This is apparent by keeping the words “girls” or “ladies” out of them. By saying such, you draw attention to the fact that you are a man approaching them, and are most likely looking for sex. Rather, you want to get in the habit of referring to the girl you open in a neutral yet friendly term, like “guy” or “dude.”

It is important to note that you want to avoid attention grabbers that come off too needy or wimpy. By starting off with “Excuse me,” or “Pardon me,” you are presupposing you are interrupting her and asking her permission to engage her, when in fact, it is much more powerful and effective to engage her without asking permission.

So when you approach a woman with active disinterest, and you use a neutral opinion opener, you are increasing your chances of engaging the woman, and minimized that probability she will reject you.

Thundercat

My Dinner With TheOne

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/18/03

Okay, so one of the perks of living in Los Angeles is that I get to hang out with some of the best of the best of the best that the seduction community has to offer. Los Angeles seems to be the Mecca for Pick-Up Artists, probably because of the constant influx of fresh-off-the-bus poon, mixed with the hippest night scene in the U.S. (shut up New York), and a healthy dose of celebrity elitism, and you got yourself a virtual PUA playground.

One of the PUAs out here is TheOne, who used to be called Maverick, but I guess he decided a name that started with “The” was more memorable. Anyway, some of you may recognize TheOne as a fairly regular instructor at the Real Social Dynamic’s workshop. (Perhaps he changed his name because of all the gay TOP GUN jokes hurled at him by being Tyler’s wing? Who knows.) Regardless, TheOne was one of the first instructors I ever had. It was him and Tyler who took my out my first night in the LA Mystery Method Workshop about 5 months ago (Has it been that long? Dunno. Gotta lay off the drugs).

As far as Game goes, TheOne is far from the best there is, but he’s a pretty solid dude who does get laid (though looking like Sylvester Stallone from “Cobra” doesn’t hurt, I’m sure). So I like the guy enough to agree to have dinner with him when he calls me up a few days ago.

TheOne picks me up from work, and this is the first time I get to see him in his non-peacocking gear, which usually consists of black PVC pants and a form fitting black shirt, along with the occasional leather arm band. Instead, he’s just in sweatpants and a muscle shirt, having just come from the gym (whether he was trying to impress me or not, who knows? =)

So we go to this Hawaiian BBQ place I know of and sit down for a nice dinner. It’s cool hanging out with TheOne because unlike hanging out with someone like Mystery, I do not feel a pressure to sarge. There’s nothing worse than trying to relax and enjoy a meal with the feeling that you should be gaming the waitresses and any female patron in sight, which is often an unfortunate side-effect of hanging with a juggernaught of PUA such as Mystery.

Anyway, we talk about a lot of things. Community gossip, sticking points in our game, financial troubles, work woes, and JFK assassination theories. In a way, it was a real eye opening experience for me because it had been a while since I’d hung out with someone from the community in a strictly “non-sarge” capacity. It was just two dudes chilling in a restaurant enjoying some good food.

The thought struck me how funny it is that at the end of the day, we’re all just a bunch of regular guys. On the internet, it’s so easy to attain “celebrity” or “guru” status just as long as you post prolifically and are able to spell above a kindergarten level. In fact, there are a lot of guys out there who claim to be “seducers” or “pick-up artists”who never fucking leave their computer.

My dinner with TheOne made me realize just how many guys I’ve hung out with from the community. Not only that, but hung out with them enough to see the internet persona go by the wayside and get a sense of the real people underneath. And the truth is, once you get down to it, someone like Mystery, Style, Tyler Durden, Papa, TheOne, Swinggcat, and anyone else out there you read about (I’m including me in this) is pretty much just like every other guy out there.

This includes you, dear reader.

In fact, I get a lot of emails from guys saying how amazing I am and asking when/if I’ll ever do another workshop. I find it odd how that works, because by any stretch of the imagination, I am NOT as good as some of these other guys when it comes to PUA, though I am better than others. But to many of us in the community, PUA is a very small part of our lives. Indeed, I have many other aspects of my life that I pursue, but PUA is a small (albeit important) part of my overall existence.

My point here is this: Whether you are an AFC, RAFC, BAFC, or any other ridiculous acronym, chances are you are on par with most of the guys you read about.

What does this mean?

Simple. If you guys are no different than us, then that means that you can easily be doing what we’re doing, which is going out and learning to pick-up girls.

Obviously, this is easier said than done. Lots of guys are still suffering in this area, and in a way, that’s where people like TheOne and I stand out. We have been able to overcome our fears and insecurities to the point where we are able to engage this area of our life with vigor and persistence most men can only dream of.

So in the coming days, weeks, months, or however long it takes, I’m going to be posting some stuff on how to help your inner game and how to start off approaching women. I’ll give some examples, some theory, and maybe even a few homework assignments for you truly committed out there. Hopefully I’ll even receive a few success stories to post up on the Lair.

In short, if I can do it, and TheOne can do it, you certainly can too.

Then you can open your own workshop and give Tyler a run for his money. =)

Thundercat

Not Into Games? Bullshit.

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/17/03

Someone on the PLAY list just asked a question that really caught my attention, because it is such a typical girl thing to talk about. Basically, it was the idea of “girls” and their hatred of “games.” Like when a girl says she’s “not into games.” Now, when a girl says this, the question on every guy’s mind is: What is she saying?

Some guys will take it at face value and try to appease her by not playing any “games” with her, adjusting their approach to suit the information she gives them. Other guys may look at this like a shit test and barrel through with lots of games and frustrate the girl into “next”-ing them.

So what’s the right tactic to use in this case? Is she lying? Telling the truth? What’s going on here?

The answer is this: Women are not into the IDEA of games, but don’t believe a word they say. They are ALL into games.

Basically, no one likes the bullshit that goes on in the manipulation that occurs between men and women, and make no mistake about it, there is manipulation going on in every relationship — especially one that involves sex.

You basically have two different factors at battle constantly in these situations — the sexual and the relationship. Women control the sexual power and men control the relationship power. Women do not like it when men are able to get them to give up their sexual power and then not return the relationship power. Men, on the other hand, do not like it when they give
up their relationship power and the women do not reciprocate with the sexual power.

That is what they mean when they say “Not into games.” That means they want to get what they want from the man. The only thing is, as soon as the man gives them what they want, chances are good they will lose interest. So when the girls go for a guy who knows this, they get upset because he’s “playing games.” Never do they realize that that’s the thing that
probably attracted her in the first place.

So rule #1: Never listen to what a girl tells you she wants. Notice what she responds to. The things they say and the things they respond to are two COMPLETELY different things.

However, I do not look at this as a shit test. I look at it as a sexual barrier (something Swinggcat will be talking about in future newsletters of his). Sexual barriers are obstacles women put up to keep you from doing what they KNOW is effective on them. Its a safeguard of sorts that when broken down, will get you EXACTLY what you want.

The funny thing about these barriers are that when they are presented to you, there are two ways around them. One is to bang your head against the barrier until it breaks, and the other is to skirt behind the barrier and enter in through the back door.

So when a barrier is presented to me, I look at it like the girl is telling me EXACTLY what I need to do to get her. If she says she’s not into games, what she’s really telling me is that games are what has been effective on her in the past. Therefore, that is what you have to do if you want to get her.

Confused yet?

Thundercat

Fuck Challenges

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/17/03

Okay, so my little tirade on “drama” lead to a discussion about how Men need challenges like Women need drama. Personally, I found this notion quite stupid. It sounds like something only someone with no understanding of actual people would say. Obviously, I’m not much of an authority either, but in my personal experiences, men don’t need challenge to be happy like women need drama to be happy. To men, challenge is a sporting event. Its a puzzle, its a game, its a distraction. To women, drama is an ingrained part of life (obviously, I speak in generalizations. Not ALL women crave drama 24/7. But they do crave differing amounts).

So my reply to such a statement was thus:

Men don’t crave challenges. They crave pussy.  It just
so happens getting pussy is usually a challenge.  In
fact, its TOO much of a challenge for most men.
That’s why we’re here.

So fuck challenges.  I want results.

Thundercat

Now, of course, my unique style of “in your face” reality didn’t sit well with a few of the armchair seducers out there. I get lame reframes in reply saying shit like “Oh you just wanna get your dick wet” and “your lack of honest introspection doesn’t help anyone” and other lame crap. In fact, I had someone suggest that I carry around a rubber latex “pussy in a bottle.” Ah, the SS List! You have to love the advice!

Anyway, I hold fast to my point — fuck challenges. Now, its true, it may sound like a bitter decry from someone who likes to whine and complain about the difficulty of getting laid. But allow me to clarify. I do not like challenges when it comes to getting NECESSITIES of life. Challenges getting food, shelter, and water are not fun, nor are they conducive to a healthy lifestyle. Same thing with sex. I look at sex much like other vital functions such as breathing, urinating, and taking a shit. It is a necessary human action. Men need to ejaculate. It is a NECESSITY to do so. Failure to do so can lead to disease and other medical problems. In fact, when men do not ejaculate, the body finds a way to do so on its own, through the use of “wet dreams” and such.

So to me, challenges when it comes to sex are bullshit. The only thing that matters is results.

However, that said, challenges are good when it comes to things like RELATIONSHIPS. Challenge in relationships keep things fresh. Challenge in the workplace or with a video game or whatever can be good to. But those things are LUXURIES. They are ENTERTAINMENT. They are based on your own personal AMBITION. They are NOT based on necessity.

The fact of the matter is that there are so many guys out there NOT getting laid, that to tell them they need more challenge is like taking a hammer to their balls. Its a fucking ridiculous statement to make, and one that flies in the face of everything we’re studying.

In fact, the very notion of a challenge is counterproductive to seduction. A challenge is a frame where you are put in a situation where you must work for something that is “prized” to you, to use Swinggcat terminology. You add value to something that challenges you. So when you’re going after pussy, and its a challenge, that pussy’s value is raised in your eyes, and that’s where the problem lies. This value is reflected in a guy’s nervousness around women. In the stutters when he talks to chicks. In the sweaty palms when he sits next to a pretty girl. Challenge is what creates this state.

The best guys in terms of seduction are guys who do not care about the outcome. They could give two shits if they get laid or not. So when they do get laid, it seems easy because that was not their goal. In these cases, there is an absence of challenge. It does not exist for these men. Yet they still have as much fun and enjoy the same success as a guy who tackles a challenge and works his butt off for it. Now, which would you rather have?

Personally, I’m a lazy bastard. I prefer the absence of challenge short of the occasional game of Warcraft 3. And I definitely prefer its absence when it comes to poon.

That’s why they call me…

Thundercat

Drama and the Women Who Love It

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/17/03

Okay, so a conversation I had dealing with open loops opened up into a conversation about women’s need for drama. In part, this is because I feel open loops create a tension that most women crave, because they are emotional crackheads. They feed off emotion, and the strongest forms of emotion are the bad ones. So Budec from the SS list asked me to expound further on this thought. So I’m reposting this here for your viewing pleasure:

Well, you have to understand that to most women, being on a hellish emotional rollercoaster is equivalent to being content and happy.

The thing is, us men are logical creatures.  We naturally think “Well, we have no drama in our lives, so this is good.  I can sit down, watch a football game, and be content.  There are no problems to deal with.”  That is our logic talking, because as men, if we see a problem, be it a practical or emotional one, we naturally — LOGICALLY — look to fix it.

Women, on the other hand, are emotional.  The absence of drama means the absence of emotion.  Without it, they get bored and are NOT content.  So when they have no drama in their lives they seek to create it.  In their minds, they think “Well, I have drama in my life, so this is good.  I can call up my best friend and we have something to talk about for two hours. And then, I can call up my boyfriend and because of the information I got from my best friend, we have something to argue about for four hours.  Then I can call all my other friends and talk about what I argued about for the next three days…”

The thing about emotions is that they are a high.  Be they good emotions or troublesome ones, they can be addictive.  This is why make-up sex is often so revered, because it is the ultimate emotional release after the culmination of a very charged rollercoaster of feelings.

Women often NEED this type of thing to feel happy, to stay interested, etc.  A lot of guys I know who are in happy long term relationships often create drama for the women they are with.  It works out for both parties because the women get the emotions they crave and stay interested but the men, at the same time, are in control of the situation because they are aware of what they are doing.

When you boil all this seduction and pick-up stuff down to its core, all you are really left with is the manipulation of emotion.  That’s all this is.  Once you are conscious of this, women become less of a mystery, because you realize that by charging these emotions, giving them the highs they desire (and then taking those highs away), gives you the power and makes you the one they pursue.

If you look at what women do to men to get US so turned-around, its all a series of emotional highs and lows that they instinctively do, and it sucks us in just as it sucks in other women.  The only difference is that we as men do not know how to handle this tactic because we are so logical.  To us, once a solution is offered, the problems should be fixed.  But to women, the solution isn’t fixing the problem, rather, its creating a new problem that nullifies the old one.

Often times, when I’m talking to a woman or a female friend, they’ll start rambling on and on about stupid problems and drama that occur in their daily lives. Things about how men are ass holes, or what this girl said about her behind her back, etc.  I’ve learned that when I would talk to them about these things from an emotional standpoint, like saying shit such as “Oh man, how does that make you feel?” as opposed to offering a solution to their problems, they respond so much better.  In fact, if you want to get really evil, you can even create more drama by antagonizing them about their stances on these dramatic issues in their lives and get them all riled up.

Either way, my point is that emotion is the building block of attraction, and the negative emotions are much more powerful and attention grabbing *initially* than the positive emotions.  When you use these in tandem, the positive emotions are much more powerful and noticeable.  This is what girls crave.  This is why they want drama.  And this is how expert seducers play the game.

Well, at least that’s how I play it.

Thundercat

The SS List — Beating a Dead Horse

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/17/03

For years, the Speed-Seduction list has been in operation. For a while, it was awesome. There was a real influx of talented seducers there coming up with “nuclear” stuff to use on chicks. Things like “The Warmth Builder,” “Riker’s 3 Rules,” and the amazing “takeaway” abounded. But then the star student turned out to be a con man and one of Ross’s fallen angels went off and started up the competition. Not only that, but fastseduction.com and mASF opened things up for more than just Ross’s products. Since that time, the SS list has endured, but it is a shadow of what it used to be.

Like Freddy screaming at Jason, whenever I open my e-mail to find posts from the SS list in there, I can’t help but yell at the screen “WHY WON’T YOU DIE???!!!!” And then proceed to delete 99.9% of the posts, occasionally reading one that catches my eye until I realize why it is that I bother to delete most of these posts, and then proceed to kill that one as well.

The thing is, even though the SS list isn’t what it used to be, SS isn’t what it used to be either. Gone are the days where you could memorize 40 patterns and steamroll a girl into a subnamuble trance and start fondling her right away. The new SS has degenerated into tailoring shit to the girl you are seducing, which cuts your success rate down to 30% at the least. Because of this, most of the guys who have progressed in their game have opted to leave SS behind for greener pastures. What does this mean?

Simple. There are no “good” seducers on the SS list anymore. It truly is the blind leading the blind, with newbies who haven’t even finished listening to the BHSC giving advice to other newbies, therefore insuring nobody really knows what they are doing. The fact that some of the best threads on there are discussing shit that was brought up in Swinggcat’s book doesn’t help matters.

What I’m wondering is — will it get any better? Will Ross lock himself away in a closet for 6 months and re-emerge with a new form a Speed Seduction — one that actually WORKS and is a viable alternative to DYD, MM, and any of the other 6 billion forms of PUA that have sprung up since the good ol’ days? Will SMART people actually join the SS list and start posting good shit again? Or should this list be killed or die quietly? Honestly, I haven’t seen ANYTHING good come from that list since the days Bishop was posting, and he made up all his shit. Kind of says something doesn’t it?

I think my biggest problem with the SS list comes from the fact that there are actually guys out there who are genuinely in need of help and wanting to learn, and they look at all the crap that’s passing for advice on this list because they don’t know any better, and it only ends up making their situation worse because they follow the poor advice that is given. In fact, most recently, the only person on there I’ve seen give somewhat good advice is Tom Vizzini (when he’s not hocking 3D Mind or any of that other crap, that is).

I hope Ross wakes up to the fact that his list is slowly degenerating into what Apple became in the 80s and early 90s, which is a steaming pile of crap, a shell of what it once was. I hope he starts putting some quality control on his list and his products, and starts dealing with the REALITY of seduction instead of the idealized NLP version of it. I hope he actually steps up to the plate and starts teaching guys what they need to know instead of fairy tales. But then again, that may be too much work.

In the meantime, I’ll just keep deleting my SS posts.

Thundercat

Rave Reviews on ASF

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/16/03

Okay, so back at the DYD seminar in Chicago, I was tapped to be a guest instructor at the Papa/TD/Orion workshop. It was the first time I had ever really gone out instructing people in a “professional” capacity. I mean, I’ve been out bootcamping some local guys on Sunset here in LA, but this was a workshop people were paying for, so I felt a certain pressure to do my best with helping the students to learn.

Anyway, I was referred to a review of the workshop one of the student’s put up on ASF. The review is pretty good and fairly accurate from what I remember, even if the guy’s observations about the instructors are a bit off.

Anyway, here’s what he writes about me:

“I meet up with Thundercat. Very cool dude. He says “Go approach that set. Say ‘female opinion: who lies more, men or women?’, then come back.” I do just that, chat the 3-set up for a few minutes more, then return to him for more assignments. He says “Go tell that girl on the dancefloor ‘Settle down! you’re going to make the other girls jealous!’” I do. Girl responds very well. Then she gives me a salute and yes “Yes, Sir!” She’s smiling big and into it. I go back for more assignments. Thundercat says go open 3 more sets with the opinion opener. I open two more sets. One girl avoided me, as she was ordering a drink. I return, tell Thundercat what happened. He asks how I feel. I said I hate being blown out, but that I feel fine and it’s not going to prevent me from approaching more.” No big deal he says. If it doesn’t work well, just say “nice meeting you” to leave the door open for future sarges with her.

I really wish we had time to give a background of ourselves at the lecture, but there wasn’t time in the mini-workshop. I think all the instructors think all the students are AFCs. I wish I had told Thundercat about my experience, as I was hanging in sets well, but I figured, Hell, I’m here to learn what these guys have to teach, so I want to use their openers, their techniques. I was hoping for more advanced assignments from him like “go get a kiss from that girl within 5 minutes!” That would have been cool, but he was off working with other students by then.”

LOL. Go kiss a girl in 5 minutes! Most of these guys can’t even TALK to women, let alone kiss them. But this dude definitely stood out as someone who was comfortable in a club scene. I do remember him being a bit more upset about getting blown out than he made it out to be. He came up stuttering and looking a bit flustered, so I pulled him to the side and calmed him down. If his writing style says anything about him, its that he could be a real presence on ASF if he ups his field outtings. You can read the whole thread here:

http://www.fastseduction.com/discussion/read?118549,24

I find it a fascinating read because it came from a truly neutral source. This was a dude who didn’t know any of us, least of all me, yet he gave me good reviews on my teaching style. I guess there’s a twinge of pride there, knowing I help someone out. Though Chicago for me sucked. One thing that became painfully obvious was that if I’m teaching other guys how to pick-up, I can’t do any pick-ups myself. It was terrible, and its for that reason why I will probably never teach at an actual in-field workshop again. It was a good experience, I’m glad I did it, but its too much work not to get paid for.

I know Harmless has talked about bringing me in as a guest speaker/instructor when he starts his workshops, but I’m on the fence about doing it right now. We’ll have to wait and see I suppose. It depends on how my finances are doing at the time.

Thundercat

The Extra-FUCKING-Mask!

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/16/03
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Okay, I’ve gotten to meet a few characters as I travel around the world and meet up with various pick-up artists.  But none quite fall into the same category of the infamous “2-6.”  Yes, there is a PUA who’s handle is none other than 2-6 (pronounced twenty-six) because the dude was a virgin until the age of 26.  Regardless of that little fact, 2-6 is one of the nicest, coolest guys I’ve met in the community.  Not only that, he is funny as hell.  So funny, in fact, that he is pursuing a career in stand-up comedy.

His website is extramask.com.  It’s like Tom Green meets Charlie Manson with a healthy dose of the psychosis that sets in with semen backlog.  Its manic, twisted, disturbing, and hilarious — much like most of my sarges.  His most recent song about gay sex had me on the floor, I was laughing so hard.

It is a personal goal of mine to spread the word far and wide about the comic stylings of Extramask.  Its not for everyone, but that’s what makes it great.  Be sure to check it out and give 2-6 a reason to update his website.

WARNING:  Not for people with heart problems or small children.

www.extramask.com

Go there.  Don’t be a fucking pussy.

Thundercat

Little Big Dick Officially Loses His Mind!

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/16/03
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Well, now that they’ve found Saddam and the violence is almost over, that bow-legged coward Little Big Dick has decided to go work as a SECURITY FORCE in IRAQ!!!! WTF? I thought the guy actually had brains, but this just goes to show how fucking psycho this pussy is. Not content to get his ass kicked by drunken AMOGs in the frozen tundra of Alaska, he’s actually decided to go somewhere where the official cockblock tactic is to KILL YOU.

Well, at least we expect him to come back with a tan, various forms of the clap, and at least fifty camels.

On a serious note, I know that LBD is psyched about this assignment, and I am very happy for him. I hope he stays safe out in Iraq and has a blast out there in the cradle of civilization. At the very least, he’ll be able to write a book on either how to lay middle eastern women or how to become an oil barron. (I expect royalties). I salute all the brave men and women out there who put their lives on the line for a safe and free Iraq. Congrats, LBD, you are not a pussy like me!

But then again, that’s why they call me…

Thundercat

YES VIRGINIA, YOU ARE A SKANKY HO HO HO!

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/16/03

Okay, so its December, Christmas time is here, and I’m broke. Gawd, living in LA can be expensive! But my good buddy Swinggcat said he’d help me out by giving me a percentage of any sales of his ebook I can or have generated for him. Only thing is, he doesn’t have an affiliate program up yet. So if you decide to buy his book because of something you read of mine, send him an email and let him know. If you have already bought his book, and it was because of a recommendation I gave, email him and let him know. You can hit him up at:

swinggcat@realworldseduction.com

His book can be found at: www.realworldseduction.com

Help make poor ol’ Thundy’s holiday a happy one by getting him money! I assure you there will be a special place in heaven reserved for you.

Ho Ho Ho!

Thundercat

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